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‎”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!

   It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG… FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed 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 …. I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 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 a heart or compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

  REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information. I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.

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Someone better (Harry x reader)

Summary:Y/n feels tired and like she’s not enough and that her boyfriend,Harry,could do so much better só Harry helps her realise that she is perfect the way she is.

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She’s my bestfriend,yeah we are not a couple (Daniel Radcliffe x reader

Summary:Daniel and y/n are best friends and in one of Daniels interview he’s asked about her.

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Snowflake Kisses

(OotP)Harry James Potter x Gn! Reader

Fortunately fluff, very soft, kisses, Harry’s a bit stressed but aren’t we all, they keep interrupting each other, HAPEE BIRTHDAY HAZZA

A/n: jkr i know you created my fictional home but you’re an asshat. A cool writer but still an asshat.

<[y/n] pov>

Harry lay facedown on the common room couch, grumbling under his breath about ‘something something Umbitch something something die.’

You raised your eyebrows and padded over, lifting up his legs from the cushions before you sat down.

“Alright love, I don’t play competitively, but they don’t call me a good beater for nothing. Who’s ass do I need to kick?”

Harry turned over suddenly and gave you a pleasing look.

“Hug me, please.”

You smiled softly, pulling him into your lap and wrapping an arm around his waist. He sighed into your shoulder, and began to spill.

“No one wants to listen to me, [y/n]! Everyone thinks that I killed Cedric, I’ve practically landed myself in detention for the rest of term, and GOD all I want to do is shove Umbridge’s vomit pink stilettos up her-”

You interrupted, “Hey, hey, not everyone doesn’t believe you. I do, Hermione does, and Ron too. We love you, Harry, don’t forget it. Although- I do love you a bit more because honestly, I’d cheer you on when the time comes to shove those vomit pink heels up Umbridge’s-”

You felt a soft pair of lips against your own, and you grinned slightly into the kiss. Harry pulled away, smiling and blushing madly. A lightbulb went off in your head.

<harry pov>

“Close your eyes, Harry,” you said softly.

He did so, and felt a spattering of snowflakes on his face, one on each side, another on the nose.

Three

“Two for cheek, one for nosiness.” He then felt another two on his eyelids.

Two

“I could look in your eyes allllll day. And…”

One

You held the kiss for a few seconds, savoring the intimacy between the two of you.

“I could kiss you all day too and we both know you wouldn’t complain,” you joked,“But, uhhhh- no kissy for your scar, cuz I’m in love with Harry James Potter, not whoever the cHosEn oNe is. Although… it is a nice added bonus…”

He gasped dramatically, and smacked your forehead.

“Unbelievable, [y/n], unbelievable!”

Okay this is so cute

hey love <3 can i please have a fluff of harry when the reader is his girlfriend ( she/her ) and they have a stupid fight over something harry did and he finally apologize to her and they end making out in the common room !!

silly disputes — harry potter

❀ a/n: thank you for requesting! i fucking love harry sm so obviously i’m gonna do it yk 🙄 i changed it to y/n’s dorm if that’s okay :)

❀ pairing: harry x fem!reader

❀ synopsis: harry and his girlfriend have a stupid argument and fix it with a make-up make-out.

❀ wc: 918 words

❀ warnings: (not proofread), angst, arguments, mean-ish!harry (only for a bit), swearing, crying, making out, i love yous 😊

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harry and y/n were lying on the sofa together. she was lying in between harry legs, her back against his chest. they were simply staring at the fire and enjoying each other’s company. all was well. that is, until harry spoke.

“y/n, can you get up? i have to go.” his girlfriend turned to look at him.

“go? go where?” harry got up after y/n moved away. he grabbed his things from the floor.

“i’m tutoring someone.”

“really? who are you tutoring?” y/n followed harry towards the entrance of the common room. harry stopped and turned around to look at her.

“romilda vane.” he said plainly. he turned around again, prepared to leave but was caught by the grip on his wrist.

“romilda vane? seriously?” y/n looked upset as harry turned around to face her again.

“yeah. is there a problem?” harry asked.

“yeah, there’s a problem. you’re gonna be left alone in a room with her.”

“oh, i see. you’re jealous.”

“what? i’m not jealous!”

“okay, then let me go tutor her.” harry crossed his arms over his chest.

“no! do you even know her reputation with guys at this school? she’ll do anything to pull them!”

“okay, now you’re just being paranoid.” harry muttered. y/n scowled angrily, feeling the tears behind her eyes.

“i’m being paranoid? harry, she’s tried to drug you with a love potion before, remember?! but ron got it instead. what do you think would’ve happened if ron hadn’t eaten those chocolates?”

“i don’t know y/n, but romilda’s a nice girl. i’m sure she didn’t mean to hurt anyone. don’t you trust me?” y/n placed a hand on her forehead and groaned quietly.

“are you fucking kidding me?! of course i trust you! it’s her i don’t trust!”

“i don’t believe you.” harry stared her in the eyes, glaring.

“so you believe her over me?” the tears were getting harder to hold back.

“yeah, i do. you know i never knew you were the jealous type. that’s so unattractive.” fuck it. the tears were falling down the girl’s cheeks, non-stop.

“you know what?! go fucking tutor her, okay! i don’t want to fight with you anymore.” y/n almost choked out a sob. harry left without a word, leaving his girlfriend in the middle of the room, crying her eyes out.

maybe she was just being jealous. but she was just worried about harry. she knew how intense romilda could be about getting what she wants. and she’d never actually do anything unless harry was alone.

the fact is harry and y/n needed each other the most. but harry didn’t see the problem in tutoring a girl in his class. he was upset that his girlfriend thought that he would do something to hurt her. and in the heat of the moment, he said some things he regretted. but he was too prideful to apologize.

of course the tutoring session went how y/n thought it would. romilda not so subtly flirting with harry, touching his arm, laughing at stupid jokes, etc.

at one point she even grabbed his face and tried to kiss him. but harry stopped her before she could. that’s when he realized, y/n was right. she was right not to trust romilda, and he needed to make up with her, now.

he took his things and left, not a word to romilda. he ran into the common room desperately, finding it empty. he ran up the stairs to her dorm and knocked softly on the door.

“who is it?” he heard a horse voice from inside the room. she was probably crying, he thought. now he felt worse about the fight.

“umm, it’s harry.” harry heard shuffling inside the room and lit up expecting her to open the door. nope.

“go away.”

“please, y/n. i’m sorry, you were right about romilda. you weren’t being paranoid you were just looking out for me. i’m sorry, i should have listened to you. you don’t have to let me in but i just wanted to apologize.” at that, y/n opened the door. she stood with tear-stained cheeks.

“come in.” she stepped aside and let her boyfriend in. they sat on the bed in silence. “so what happened?”

“she tried to kiss me. i stopped it.” y/n nodded and muttered,

“i told you.”

“i know. and i’m sorry i said such horrible things to you. i just- i thought you didn’t trust me. i didn’t understand. I regretted it as soon as i said it.”

“what you did was wrong,” y/n started.

“i know.”

“but if you give me your word to never to do it again and keep it, i’ll forgive you.” harry nodded and took hold of y/n’s hands.

“i promise. i won’t hurt you again, okay. at least not intentionally.” there he is. y/n thought. she hugged harry, chuckling.

“let’s never fight like this again, okay? i love you.” harry smiled against y/n’s shoulder and grabbed her face to kiss her. she kissed back lovingly, having missed the feeling of his lips on hers.

digging her hands in the boy’s hair, y/n deepened the kiss, sending sparks down harry’s spine. wanting more, he moved his mouth down toward her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her collar bone.

y/n groaned softly and pulled harry back up to her lips to kiss him. she slipped her tongue into his mouth and brought him closer, if possible. after a while of making out, they pulled away breathlessly, smiling at each other. harry spoke,

“i love you, too.”

I’m gonna redo this on my TikTok,I did a video with this audio today but I will do it again

y/n: i love your hair!

sirius: thank you! i like your freckles..

y/n: really? i used to cover them up but.. you know.

regulus: *scoffs*

y/n: hm?

regulus: you’re supposed to be my potions partner..

y/n: i am..

regulus: no you’re not. you’re disloyal.

i'm new with you | r.b

regulus x gn!reader

requested by anon where you and regulus stays at hogwarts over xmas and get to know each other

warnings; brief mentions of food, Regulus' parents being shite as usual

word count; 1400+

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Regulus was not used to staying at Hogwarts over the Christmas period. He was unsure of the feelings that circled through his foggied mind, and he began to wonder if he was not happier away from them than he was close to them.

All his life he’d sought their approval, and yet it never seemed to be enough for his family. They would accept nothing less than the best, as they would always remind him, which left him slowly coming to terms with his normality, the ordinary that passed by life at his side. What was the use in wishing to be more than he could ever be? The false sense of superiority the Noble House of Black gripped with such fervour led them to believe they were entitled to greatness, owed some sort of reward for circumstances in which they had no control over. But he did not believe in such falsities.

Regulus was tired. His skin was dry and stretched from trying to make way for a new person to inhabit it, someone far more impressive than he was or would ever be. But it was his skin, his heart and his brain, and he was done giving it up to a version of him that would never be worthy of it.

As he walked through the halls of the school he’d finally accepted as home, he smiled softly to himself in the new found tranquillity he had granted himself to enjoy. Occasionally, a professor would greet him in the halls with a small look of pity, unbeknownst to his gratitude for being allowed to stay. There were not many students however, at least none that he recognised, but he was not so afflicted by this, for he had now the time to get to know himself for who he really was.

He thought this learning was to commence over dinner, but it seemed that was not to be the case. He was accompanied by another in his year who had smiled brightly upon seeing a familiar face in the Great Hall. He was not disappointed to have company, as he thought he might have been, and he waved them over silently.

You didn’t know Regulus well, but you knew him well enough not to be confused by his offer. In the few lessons you shared together, you were often given seats in close proximity and had the pleasure of exchanging conversation with one another, even eliciting laughs from each other that needed to be stifled in the company of your professors. Sitting down beside him, you smiled warmly and asked him why he was not to go home this year. Regulus answered truthfully–his parents did not wish for his presence–he almost said it with pride.

“That’s terrible, I’m sorry,” you said with a frown, wondering what sort of parents would say that to their own child.

“I’m not,” he said earnestly, which made the prospect a little less sorrowful.

“Can you believe Christmas has come so quickly? I can hardly stand it,” you laughed, taking bits and pieces from the middle of the table for your plate.

“It came around fast,” he agreed, “But I like this time of year, so I don’t mind.”

“Oh, it’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just a horrid reminder of time. I always feel as if I’ve done nothing all year when it gets to Christmas,” you confessed with a smile, though you were telling a truth that weighed heavier than you cared to admit.

“I think there’s too much pressure on what we should do and in what amount of time. Even if you only read a book you wanted to this year, or perfected a recipe, or climbed Mount Everest, they’re all achievements. Yours and mine shouldn’t be measured against each other,” Regulus shook his head, dissecting and burning his parents' logic.

“Well,” you scoffed, “I guess you’re right, I’ll try to look at it that way,” you promised, believing you would strive to keep that promise.

Over the next week, you and Regulus ran into each other more often than not, and soon it became purposeful. You’d meet in the library and check out your favourite books together, go on walks in the rain and sleet, hoping for snow to purify the grounds and wipe the slate clean for new mistakes to tarnish. He was especially hard not to admire when his face was reddened by the harsh wind, and the wooly hat he wore only half way down his ears. Even by the fire, there was something about the way the warm light thinned his face and made his features sharper, yet he still looked youthful and good-natured.

“It’s a shame we didn’t know each other before, I would have bought you a present,” you said softly on Christmas Eve night.

Regulus turned his head to you and smiled at the sentiment and your honesty. He never felt as if the things you said were empty, on the contrary, they were full of genuity and truth, something of which he must learn to become accustomed. Sometimes, he forgot you weren’t saying things just to say them, and often looked back at his responses with a grimace. It was nature he had learned to take every syllable with far more than a grain of salt.

“I would have gotten something for you too,” he replied, “But I’m glad I’m spending Christmas with you, I think it will be the nicest one I’ve had in a while,” he confessed, twisting his body on the sofa and lying back across your lap.

“I’m glad I get to be a part of it,” you grinned, playing with the curls in his hair, twisting them around your finger and untangling them.

Regulus’ eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation your hands in his hair brought; it was gentle and innocent, and it made his pulse race for miles in search of something he thought only you might be able to give him. He sighed heavily, but not from exhaustion or frustration, but from the serenity in which he found himself. Though he loathed losing the feeling of your fingers tracing his locks of hair, after a few minutes, he sat up and faced you with eyes wide open. He wanted to memorise each curve and dip of your face, how the light softened it, gave it beauty which he thought not possible.

“I wish you had been part of it sooner,” he breathed unevenly, cupping your cheeks with both hands so that he might rub his thumbs across your skin, a connection of which he had only dreamt.

It was your turn now to close your eyes, perhaps out of fear. But whatever the reason, you focussed on the pads of his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks and how the palms of his hands rested over your jawline. You daren’t open your eyes, in case Regulus saw something in them that made him turn away–they often betrayed you. Instead, you placed a hand on his chest as your breath revealed small trembles, though it did not deter him, for in his breath you could hear the same. And like in a dream, his lips met yours in a delicate embrace that was sure to shatter if faced with interruption. His lips were soft, tentative, but they grew braver with the feeling of your reciprocation.

And soon, it was as if you were the oldest lovers, who had naught left to explore of each other and yet still managed to find something new and igniting. Your hands were in his hair and his were trailing down your back, up your arms and over your face, desperate to remember what it all felt like when he inevitably pulled away. When you finally came up for air, his brows were still furrowed, but upon opening his eyes, his features softened when met with yours.

“Wow,” you whispered breathlessly, drawing a laugh from Regulus, a sweeter sound than you could have imagined.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted after a moment, still hazy from the embrace.

“Speechless? I’ll take it,” you teased, pecking his lips before nuzzling into him.

“I’ll come up with something,” he remarked, resituating himself so you were both more comfortable, letting his arm fall over your shoulder to keep you close.

“Eventually,” you laughed, and so did he.

Again so I can remember

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 | 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆

I’m participating in Kinktober this year! The list I’ll be following is by @the-purity-pen and it can be found here!

For the month of October I will be posting drabbles each day to fill one (sometimes two) of the three prompt options given!

Week One | Oct 1st. - Oct 9th.

Day 01 | Remus Lupin (Face-Sitting)

Day 02 | Fred & George Weasley (Threesome)

Day 03 | Regulus Black (Hair-Pulling, Ass Worship)

Day 04 | Tom Riddle (Spanking)

Day 05 | Ginny Weasley Uniforms

Day 06 | Regulus Black (Deep Throating)

Day 07 | Tom Riddle (Roleplay, Stripping/Strip Tease)

Day 08 | Cedric Diggory (Cunnilingus)

Day 09 | Sirius Black (Hate/Angry Sex)

Guys as a sorry for not posting yet I made a trailer for the first one shot,you can check it out on my tiktok

Harry as a husband this is so good,I’m definitely doing a one shot on this style but maybe without the marrying part

Perfect | Harry Potter

 Summary: You and Harry are celebrating your 5 year anniversary and memories go through your heads.

Warnings:  Mention of death, pure fluff

A/N: This is based on Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. So listen to that for a better experience. Italic text means memories, bold and italics text means song lyrics and normal text means present. Also it’s my first time writing a one-shot so please lmk if you find any mistakes. And English isn’t my first language so their maybe grammar errors.

I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in and follow my lead.

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New video about the one-shots that will be out soon,comment there so I can know what you guys think :)