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Will you be posting ur fic on AO3 or another hosting site?

Sorry for any delay! Ftloam is currently posted on AO3, I post there before here usually.

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For the Love of a Monster Ch.3

This chapter is about half the length of the first two, but I just needed to get this out. I was worried if I didn’t at least try to finish this chapter, that I would just give up on this work. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy!

Bill doesn’t sleep that night. He’s still awake when his mother gets home from work, some time after nine. She doesn’t come to check on him, like she used to before Georgie. He’s stopped expecting it. His eyes are still staring up at his bedroom ceiling when his father finally crawls home, hours later. A twisted repeat of the clown’s words plays over and over in his head, until they begin to blur together.

 “You’ll come float with Us.”

What had the clown meant by that? Why had It referred to itself as ‘Us’? He runs over it again and again, but can’t seem to make sense of it. He tells himself he doesn’t understand why It singled him out. Why It chose him, over the other Losers. Only, he does. That part makes sense, at least. He’s their leader, had lead every attack against the clown. He doesn’t believe that’s the only thing, though. Something about him made It single him out.

It makes sense and doesn’t at the same time. A headache starts to form between his eyes, his mind trying to think it through. His body feels drained, eyes are burning, but still his brain goes on. The sun is beginning to light his room when he decides enough is enough. If he can’t sleep, he’ll go out. He waits for the sound of his father snoring before he climbs out of bed. Their lack of care doesn’t mean the man won’t be angry if he’s woken up.

As quietly as he can manage, Bill gets dressed, carrying his shoes down with him to lessen any sounds. He pulls the door closed, and locks up behind himself, putting his shoes on once he’s done. He jumps on Silver, and then he’s gone. Bill’s not sure where he’s headed, but rules out both the quarry and the hideout as he rides. There’s a chance that one of his friends has also had a sleepless night, and he doesn’t want to run into any of them. He takes random turns, going down roads that seem different in the light gray of dawn. Though they might not have been random after all, with where he ends up.

His heartbeat quickens at first, when he realizes where he’s lead himself. It figures, that he’d end up here, of all places. The familiar, decrepit outline of Neibolt house looms before him. Bill stops his bike as he reaches the gate. He takes a moment, wars with himself inside his head. He’s shaking with nerves, but not fear when he walks up to the door. Never fear. With a deep, steadying breath, he opens the door.

He expects some fanfare when he walks into the house. Some creepy noise, or the sound of Georgie, as much as he hates it. Something to let him know where It was, because there was no doubt in Bill’s mind that the clown was also here. There’s only dark and quiet. The floor creaks as he makes his way further inside, pushing the door closed behind him. He leaves a small crack, some half-brained idea that the dim light from outside would help him.

His steps are soft, and he’s halfway through the house when the hairs on his body stand on end. Someone is watching him. It is watching him. He’s no longer anxious, or mad. The anger from last night seems years away. Now, he’s only tired.

“Billy”, It says from behind him. He doesn’t startle, and wonders if that says something about him. It’s so close he can smell a combination of popcorn and rotting meat, yet he feels nothing. If he’s honest with himself, he’s ready for this to finally be over. He takes a deep breath, and turns to confront the clown. He gets only a glimpse of the gory clown suit before he’s being pulled to It. He’s ready for this, willing to be eaten to save his friends. To bring Georgie back. They’ll be safe, and won’t even have the painful memory of losing him. He’s going to die for them, but a part of him is glad the fighting is over.

He leans his head back, neck exposed so he’s easier prey. What he doesn’t expect is the wet, slimy sensation that greets his mouth. His eyes fly open, widening in shock. It was kissing him. It’s snake like tongue nudged against Bill’s mouth, and he flails for a moment. His eyes close back, slowly this time, and he gives in.

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For the Love of a Monster Ch.2

Apparently I no longer know how to post on Tumblr without fucking it up. Great.

When Bill wakes the next morning, the sun is beginning to bake his room. The sweat that clings to his skin makes him shiver and yearn for a shower. He stretches and slides out of bed, grabbing clothes on the way to his bathroom. While Bill is in the shower, he attempts to shake the feeling he’s forgotten something important. What could be more important than a fucking killer clown?

Once Bill has showered and clothed himself, he heads down stairs. He’d noticed how quiet the house was, but the money and note left on the counter is what lets him know. His parents both left early and neither would be back until later in the evening. I guess it’s easier to avoid your kid when you don’t actually have to talk to them.

Before Bill gets too caught up in his thoughts, the phone rings, and he’s thankful for the distraction.

“H-hello?” he answers after the second ring.

“Fucking finally. I’ve tried calling you like a gazillion times!” Richie’s voice greets him.

“D-don’t be s-so dr-dramatic, R-r-richie.”

“Whatever,” Bill can clearly picture Richie rolling his eyes, “Are you ready fucknut?”

Bill’s sense of urgency returns, and he feels too exposed in the empty house. He’d wanted to eat something before leaving, but his hunger is gone.

“Y-yeah, leaving n-now,” he replies, jamming his feet in his shoes. “B-be there i-in f-fifteen.”  

He hangs up without waiting for a response, locking up on his way out. With his parents gone, he has no one to tell where he’ll be. They likely wouldn’t care either way.

OOOOO

 Pennywise watches, hidden in the shadows, as Billy leaves the house. It kept an eye on him, all through the night. Watched as It’s Billy tossed and turned in his sleep, dreaming dreams It had left with him. It had been there to hear him on the phone, and knew when Billy began to sense It. How It longed to show Itself, finally have It’s moment with the human. While It grew impatient, It knew the wait was over soon. It would sleep again, but before that, It would have Billy.

OOOOO

When Bill stops his bike at the hideout, six are already there. The sound of arguing is already clear from where he’s standing. He calls down into the entrance, not wanting to startle his friends, and the arguing stops.  

Probably Richie and Eddie.

“I-I’m c-coming down, g-guys,” he gives the others time to move out the way, and climbs down.  

“Hey Bill,” Mike greets him when he reaches the bottom. His large hand claps Bill on the back once and then is gone.

“H-hey,” he greets back, smiling lightly at his friend. He looks around at the others and sees they’ve all found things to do while waiting on him. One look at Richie and Eddie near the hammock let’s him know he’s right about the arguing.  

“I know,” Mike says, drawing back Bill’s attention, “It’s been years but everything still looks the same.” While his thoughts weren’t quite where his friend assumed, Bill agrees.

“You know, didn’t comment on it yesterday ‘cause I was fucking terrified, but this place is a wreck.”

Leave it to Richie to ruin the moment.

“We haven’t been here in a long time,” Bev speaks up, “It’s been, what, three years?”

“Well three years is plenty of time for this place to look like a shithole,” Richie retorts, cue eye roll.

While he’s missed his friends, Bill thinks it’s time to get down to why they came here. He finds an empty, sturdy (ish) bucket and sits down. When he looks back up, ready to speak, he startles to see they’re all looking at him. Even Richie and Eddie have stopped their bickering and are sitting next to each other in the hammock.

“S-so,” his voice comes out weaker than he’d expected, and he clears his throat, begins again.

“S-so, h-has a-anyone seen I-i-i-it?” He holds back for a moment, though isn’t sure why. He’d seen it, however fleeting the encounter. Something in him tells him to wait, and he listens.

“No,” Stan speaks up, and Bill is both surprised and relieved at his answer. Stan is the easiest target among them, and Bill is grateful It so far hasn’t gone after him.

“None of us have,” Ben says, and it surprises Bill for a different reason. “We talked about it, before you got here.”

“Have you?” Bev asks, and Bill knows he could answer honestly. Knows that he could tell them the truth and every person there would be behind him. No matter how scared they were themselves, they’d always have his back. He hesitates for a moment, but it isn’t hard to decide what to tell them.

“N-no,” he replies, but can’t bring himself to meet her eyes. He’s worried she’ll be able to tell he’s lying if he does. There must be a reason It only showed itself to Bill, though. Until he figures out why, he refuses to bring the people he cares about into it.

After he answers, it’s as if a collective breath being held is released. He allows himself a moment of sick guilt, then straightens his shoulders.  

“H-how a-about we g-go for a-a sw-swim?” he asks, knowing his friends would all agree, despite Eddie’s usual complaints. Sure enough, they’re already moving toward the exit. As far as distractions go, it’s a win.

When he walks past Mike, getting ready to climb out himself, he notices the way Mike looks at him. Maybe he’d seen Bill hesitate? Bill is a bit worried, but in the end only smiles. The moment breaks when he turns to climb. He hopes that Mike keeps whatever suspicions he might have to himself.

OOOOO

When Bill gets home late that afternoon, the house is empty. He’d expected nothing less, but the quiet of the house is a shock after the warm vibe he’s had all day. Despite feeling weighed down with guilt to start with, he’d enjoyed the time spent with his friends. Now, he flicks on several lights and turns the radio on in an attempt to chase the feeling.

He’s hungry, started to regret skipping out on breakfast two hours before. A familiar tune comes on the radio, and he dances and sings along a bit while he makes a couple sandwiches. He’s halfway through his second one when the lights cut off, radio going silent. The late afternoon sun is no longer enough light to see with, and his eyes take a moment to adjust to the dimness.  

He half ponders checking the breaker, but gets a familiar feeling that makes his hair stand on end. He knows nothing tripped the breaker, and he now has a much unwanted visitor. Though he’d been expecting something, the childish giggle still startles him. Out the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of yellow glide past the kitchen doorway.

 Why is it always Georgie?

Yet, he knows exactly why. He knows that it’s fruitless, but he will always chase after Georgie. For what he did, he’ll always try to save his baby brother. No matter how in vain.

There’s nothing in the living room when he gets there, but the sound of feet above his head leads him to the stairs. He hesitates there, remembers that this is exactly what It wants. Slowly, he climbs the stairs one at a time. Checking Georgie’s room first reveals that it’s empty. He makes his way over to his room, the door closed even though he knows he left it open. Turning the handle, Bill opens the door.

He’s standing in a corner, farthest away from Bill. The yellow slicker is filthy, a testament to the time the boy’s been gone. Bill holds back a gag when he realizes most of Georgie’s left arm is gone. All that’s left is a mangled, dripping mess. He pauses when he notices that Georgie is crying.

“G-Georgie? Wh-what’s wr-wr-wrong?” he inches closer to the boy, not wanting the other to run again.

“Save me, Billy,” Georgie cries, and the sound of his voice tears Bill’s heart in half.

“H-how, G-Georgie? H-how d-do I s-save you?”  

He gets no answer, and before he realizes it, Georgie is around and past him. Straight out the door. Bill turns to follow him, is now crying himself, but the door slams hard in his face.  

The sun had continued to set, and when Bill turns around, the room is on its way to complete darkness. He can just see the outline of something tall- huge-  making its way toward him. He’s aware that he should be scared, there’s only one thing it could be after all. Right now, he’s only angry.

“Hiya, Billy!” the shrill voice of Pennywise greets him, and the room lightens enough for his human eyes to see. At least It’s considerate? Billy wonders why It wants him to see It, instead of terrorizing him in the dark. It would be easier, he thinks, wouldn’t it?

“W-what d-do y-you want?”  

He’s deep in his anger. Mad about everything this creature has ever done to him, his friends- his family. He grits his teeth when It only smiles at him, amused that he’s mad. It moves closer to him, but Bill stands his ground. When It brings It’s hands closer to his face, he flinches, sure that he’s about to lose an eye. Or his life. He’s more than a little confused when, instead of mauling or killing him, It grasps his face gently. He almost wished It had killed him, the tenderness of the touch overwhelming.  

“Oh, it’s not about what Pennywise wants, Silly Billy,” here Bill swears It caresses his face, and he’s starting to freak out. “It’s what you want.”

“Wh-what do you me-mean?” Pennywise looks at him, and It smiles the widest smile Bill’s seen on It yet. He must be seeing things, but it almost looks genuine to him.  

“Don’t you want Georgie back, Billy boy?” It stares him in the eye, and doesn’t blink once. Bill is drawn into the gaze, caught up in the way Its eyes glow. It’s almost...beautiful. That word snaps him out of the daze. He’s horrified with himself for thinking something like that for a creature that can and has killed. Many, many times over.

“B-but G-Georgie’s d-d-dead,” just saying the words makes Bill feel like his chest will cave in. “Y-y-you ki-killed h-him!”

Pennywise takes a step back from him when he yells, but doesn’t release him. There is still a thin, long-fingered hand cupping his chin in a loose grip. The grip tightens for a second, and Bill thinks It’s going to choke him, but It loosens Its hand once again. Leaning back in, Pennywise brings It’s face close to his.  

“What if We said We can bring him back?” Bill doesn’t understand why It’s calling itself ‘we’, but glosses over that when he registers what It was saying.  

“B-bring him b-back…,” Bills voice sounds broken even to himself, and he tells himself that this is a trick. There’s no way It could bring his brother back from the dead. A part of him holds out hope, though. If It’s capable of all the other things he’s seen, why not this? He feels sick, but he asks anyway.

“How?”

It laughs at his question, the sound high pitched and far from any laugh he’s heard before.  

“That’s a secret, Little One, one too complicated for you to understand." Bill feels miffed, finds himself wanting to know all the secrets this being holds. He’s not sure why he cares, only that he’s curious. His doubt that It can do it is gone, though, somehow he knows that It’s not spouting nonsense. He’s intrigued, and It can tell. It grins, like It can read his mind. Can tell that he’s close to giving in.  

“We’ll give you Georgie, and We’ll even promise not to hurt your friends.”  

The words sound too good to Billy, he wonders why It would give him all this to begin with. A thrill shoots through his body when he realizes that it’s not going to be for free.

“W-what’s the catch?” he asks, wondering if he can accept whatever the creature throws at him. What would and wouldn’t he do to have his brother back? To ensure that his friends are safe from this monster?

“Why, Billy boy,” It leans in, lips close to his, and Bill thinks that It’ll kiss him. He tries not to think about the mix of dread and anticipation he feels.  

“You’ll come float with Us.”

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For the Love of a Monster Ch. 1

Instead of updating I decided to post this here 🤷🏼‍♀️ maybe I'll actually get to the next chapter soon. This is a billwise idea that just kinda took off. On mobile so sorry if the format is weird.

It was the summer when Bill turned 17 when everything came roaring back into place. The six years in between had been good to the Losers, though they now had the memories to fill in the hazy gap.

Ignorance is bliss Bill thinks to himself. He’s angry at himself- for letting the memory of Georgie fade to the back of his mind. As if his little brother didn’t matter. As if a part of him hadn’t died right along with the boy.

He comes back to the moment, to the six almost adults gathered around him. The few years that passed changed them all; similarities to their younger selves were all that were left. He thinks of the boy, the dead child , that has brought them all here and a chill fills him.

“This is fucking insane. I thought you killed the clown six years ago!” Richie’s voice had deepened, but remained no less nerve grating. It wasn’t the first time the others had heard him say some variation of the same, and they unfortunately expected it wouldn’t be the last.

“I-I’ve sa-said it b-b-before, R-rich-chie. S-so did I,” Bill replied no less confused than Richie, and growing more irritated with the other teen.

“Ok, let’s forget that,” Beverly cuts in- and everyone quiets to listen to her. “Has anyone seen It?”

The boys look to each other, some thinking for a moment before shaking their head.

“No,” Mike answers for all of them.

“Neither have I,” Beverly continues, “Don’t you think that’s...weird?”

Bill supposes that it is. Last time around they could barely go a day without It going after at least one of them. And it’d already been a week without any sign of the clown other than a little boy missing.

“Do you think it’s waiting?” Stanley voices, and Bill notices the way he’s shaking.

“C-could be, b-but w-why?” Why wait now that It was awake? Seeing as Bill had only managed to injure it, they’d all be scrambling once again for a way to kill It. Now was the perfect time for It to attack- so why hadn’t It?

“Maybe It’s still weak,” Ben’s answer is an obvious one, and also the easiest to stomach. It would mean they’d have more time to come up with a plan. Whether they had enough of it to be successful was the real concern.

“Maybe,” Bill says, choosing to neither agree nor disagree. Something in him told the teen that wasn’t it. The feeling of being watched only cemented it. He kept his face straight, though the hair on his neck and arms stood up. Despite being panicked, he felt no genuine fear, and didn’t want to alarm his friends with the reaction.

“Guys, it’s getting dark. Maybe we should just go home for now,” Eddie sounded nervous, for good reason. Though Bill wasn’t sure if he was more afraid of the clown or his own mother.

“S-sounds like a p-plan,” Bill says, standing up from the milk crate that acted as a chair. The rest were a bit slower in joining him, aside from Eddie and Stanley. One by one, they climbed up out the hideout, helping one another.

“What if It shows up and we’re alone,” Stanley asks, fear in his voice. Bill takes a moment to put a hand on his shoulder, steadying him.

“F-find o-one of us,” he answers,” a-and reme-member, I-it c-can’t hu-hurt you if yuh-you don’t l-let It.”

He’s not sure how much his words actually help, but the other teen tries for a smile regardless.

They each mount their bikes, waiting for someone to speak.

“W-we’ll meet b-back here t-tomorrow,” Bill says, because what is he if not a leader? “T-tomorrow o-or so-sooner if w-we need t-to,” he stresses, waiting for everyone to show their acknowledgment. Once he has it, he turns Silver in the direction of home.

If he could call it that. He sends a thought of safety to his friends and begins the ride back.

______

He’s halfway home, sky steadily getting darker, when he notices it.

And, well, It .

The sudden sense of danger puts him on high alert, latent instincts once again activated from what his body knows is a predator. He doesn’t stop pedaling. Glancing around slowly, his heart sinks into his stomach. In the treeline of a house in front of him, Bill sees a shock of wild copper and the orange glow of eyes. Then there’s just It- smiling maniacally at him with needle teeth on full show.

When It notices him looking back, It waves one long arm in a slow wave. Those eyes follow him as he passes, smile stretched across It’s face the entire time.

Bill pedals faster, pulling away from the ‘clown’. He glances back when he makes it down the street, but the clown is gone. A quick sweep around him confirms It really is and isn’t just playing a twisted trick.

Shaken from adrenaline, Bill continues his ride home, nervously glancing around. Parking his bike in the usual spot when he gets home, Bill climbs right up the stairs to his room when he’s inside. Neither of his parents try to stop him- barely seem to notice he’s returned.

After he changes and climbs into bed, he takes a moment to think. Why had It come to Bill first?

Out of all the Losers, he’d been the least scared the last time around, so why choose him?

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t come up with a sound reason.

Finally sleep came, thoughts of the clown still filling his head as he slipped further into its embrace.

He dreams of many strange things that night. Most of them in some way or another feature It. Nothing makes sense, but he feels no fear.

In fact...he feels almost safe .

He remembers none of them when he awakes.

____

It returned to Neibolt house in giddy spirits. Spying on his Billy at first had only enraged It. Seeing the boy (for despite how old the child might like to think himself, he would always be a speck next to the eons It had) surrounded by his friends always managed to irritate It. That they spoke of ways to try and harm Pennywise was what truly made It livid.

They thought It weakened from them. Some humans that were nothing but cattle to It. The very idea was humorous.

Soon they will see.

It did not hide from children and felt no fear for what they might come up with. Instead It remembered the heady mix of their fear, mingled together in the hole they called a hideout.

It felt excitement when the though of Billy returned. It would have a feast and a mate.

Billy wasn’t quite ready yet, still attached to his human friends. But the time was soon approaching, and with it a deal It knew his Billy would not refuse.

Smiling wide, eyes blank with insanity, Pennywise lowered Itself down the well and into Its home.

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Untitled #1

Idk what this is but at least I wrote something?

"I don't know, maybe?"

She ignores the minor sting in her heart, and smiles.

"You can say no. It's not a big deal."

He still won't look her in the eye, fidgeting with what's in front of him.

She knows he's anxious, can feel the nervous tremors mirrored in herself.

"I'm not saying no, but I don't want to say yes either. I feel like I'd hurt you, and I don't want to do that."

In her mind she's thinking that's not a 'maybe', that's a hard 'no'.

Still she smiles, not wanting to make the conversation more awkward that it's already turned out to be.

There's more dialogue between them, meaningless chatter to her ears.

When she realizes they're going in continuous circles, she walks away.

There's nothing more for her to say, and she's becoming weary.

Probably shouldn't have said anything...

But her night goes on and still she smiles to herself. 

She's tried so fucking hard to be happy, and she won't let this affect her.

Later on, he draws her attention.

"I feel like shit," he says, "physically and mentally."

"Don't worry about it, ok? I promise it's not a big deal."

She thinks it's the end of it, that they'll go back to their tasks and leave it be.

But then he draws her something. 

She thinks it's cute- a little doodle that says 'sorry for being a dick'.

She plans to ask him about it, but when the chance comes, the drawing's gone.

Looking around, she realizes it's in the trash.

And that hurts. 

Not that it's him, but because someone offered her a little bit of 'happy' and then proceeded to snatch it away.

She knows the world doesn't revolve around her, though.

She understands what it's like attempting to deal with people.

So still she tries to be the bigger person, asks him about it.

He pretends like he can't hear her, and then like he doesn't know what she's talking about.

Gets irritated with the fact she's even asking.

And that, the unwarranted negativity aimed at her, makes her decide.

I'm good. If he's treating me like some freak for this, then I'm good.

She's still a little hurt, and a little pissed off.

But she knows that by not accommodating that behavior, she's dodged a bullet.

And in the process learned a lesson.

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The Reverie

A little idea of mine based off of prompt 3/365 found here.

The Vessel- write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different than where you are now.

The ship docks at exactly 14:00 on the 13th of every month. The hulking mass is a sight that all have grown accustomed to over the years, and one that many look forward to. It is made of a patchwork of diverse metals that more closely resembles scavenger vessels than a traditional passenger ship, and on both sides of the forward end(in elaborate, curving letters), is one word, repeated.

Reverie.

The Reverie is different from other ships. Rather than having a roster of approved passengers, the ship boards with no discrimination.  Anyone can board, regardless of age, race, or any such defining characteristics. There is no paying for a ticket- it has always, and will always (as far as anyone can tell) operate without monetary gain. The only requirement for boarding is a profound longing for change.

Though it sounds simple, as if everyone would jump at a chance to change their boring lives, it doesn’t work in quite that sense.

The longing of an abused child to get away from their destructive lives will always allow that child passage over the want of a man or woman for fame or money. A young adult wanting better for themselves than the poor lot in life they’ve been given (which, unfortunately, often leads to people doing things they’d rather not just to stay alive), will always be given passage over, say, a con artist looking to further their ‘clientele’.

Simply put, those seeking refuge rather than a means to increase an already fortunate and peaceful lifestyle, will always be welcomed aboard the Reverie.

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THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

[weirdostoner]

So far I've read Harringrove fics where Steve focuses more on Dustin. Which I get, even the actors have a bond and it's the sweetest thing ever.

But I'd really like to read a fic that shows Momma Steve bonding with all his kids lol. I know he does either way, but I think I'd like to read a fic that shows his relationships with all the kids. Focuses on them, I guess? My command of the English language seems to be subpar.

I haven't read all of them yet though so maybe I'll find one. I want to write them too ❤

[gotinstarblog-deactivated201512]

[half-black-phillip]

I’m so mad because this worked

[britney2007spears]

help me roger

[telanu]

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

[luthienebonyx]

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

[riskpig]

………my friend has made me curious

[maryburgers]

help me roger

[maryburgers]

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

[hermes-whore-deactivated2019021]

let’s do it, roger

[spitefulreality-deactivated2015]

Roger helppppp

[curvycorinneranga]

I need you Roger!

[thaebae]

ROGER PLEASE

[dangry-deactivated20180527]

stop what you’re doing and check out what anime character you would be! reblog with your result in the tags!!