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Jim Jones was a cult leader responsible for the murder-suicide now known as the Jonestown Massacre, where 918 people lost their lives.  In order to understand how this tragedy happened, it’s important to know how Jonestown began.  Who was Jim Jones and how was he able to gain the love, respect and trust from so many that they were willing to die for him?

Jim Jones was born May 13, 1931 in Crete, Indiana. He grew up in a very poor family, residing in a shack with no electricity.  From a very young age Jones had an obsessive interest in religion.  As a child, he would hold sermons in his backyard and have neighborhood children attend his church services.  Sometimes when the children wanted to leave, Jones would lock all the doors and refuse to let them leave, forcing them to stay and listen to his sermons. He was very harsh on children who were not as interested in church as he was and would take personal offense. By the age of 16, Jones was preaching to both black and white churches, which was highly unusual, as the city was still segregated. But Jones had a very upbeat and friendly personality and he was very passionate about the poor and the underrepresented, and empathized with the non-whites.

After graduating high school, Jim went to college to study medicine and began working as a hospital orderly. During that time in 1949, Jim met Marceline Baldwin, a nurse who worked in the same hospital. After dating for a short time, Jim and Marceline would get married.  A few years later in 1952, Jim was working as a student pastor in a Methodist church and the congregation did not take kindly to Jim’s beliefs in desegregation. It is important to note that the Ku Klux Klan was very well known in Indiana during the time Jones resided there.  At one time, there were more members in the KKK there than in any other state.  Around 250,000 men were members of the Indiana KKK at its peak, which included many prominent government officials, police and the like.  Racial tension was at an all time high and Jones preaching about loving your neighbor of all colors and interracial congregations was neither accepted, nor tolerated. Jones had no choice but to resign as pastor.  It was then that he formed his own congregation.  Originally the church was known as Community Unity and it focused on Christian beliefs. It was during his time of running the Community Unity that Jones decided that there was no God because if there was, there wouldn’t be so much poverty, hatred and inequality in the world.  He then decided he would no longer be preaching of God and religion, but rather shifting his focus to what he was passionate about: poverty and people of all colors being treated fairly and equal. In 1956, Jones created the People’s Temple.

From the beginning, the People’s Temple was prominent in the civil rights movement. Jones was responsible for desegregating the police department, movie theaters, restaurants, hospitals and other businesses in Indianapolis. Additionally, the Temple opened up a soup kitchen for the homeless and poor, had free housing available for senior citizens and the mentally ill and Jim and Marceline even opened up their own home for homeless and unwed mothers. It was the first time in history that people were publicly offering assistance to people regardless of their race.  It was also at this time that Jim and Marceline adopted a Native American child, three Korean children and became the first white family in Indiana to adopt a black child. This adoption took place in 1961, the same year the freedom fighters tried to desegregate buses in Alabama and were brutally attacked. Because of the integration and desegregation Jim Jones was responsible for, the residents of the city felt threatened and would send the family death threats and spit on them in public.  Many of the people in Indianapolis of all races saw what Jones was trying to accomplish and they wanted to be a part of it. They saw that he was really for the people and trying to make a good, positive change in the world.  Needless to say for all the good they were trying to do, they were met with hatred, threats of violence and even assaults.  Jones decided that it was no longer safe for his family in Indianapolis and they moved to Brazil. They were only there for a short time before returning to the United States, but this time making California their home. Many of the original Temple members, around 150 from Indiana, made the move to California with the Jones family.

Not everything was love and peace in the family. Jim’s wife Marceline was very unhappy about Jim renouncing his faith in God. Marceline still considered herself a Christian and would still pray to the Lord, which angered Jim greatly. At times, he would threaten Marceline that he’d commit suicide if she continued praying to God. He was also extremely jealous and did not want anyone giving his wife any kind of attention, even though he was known to carry on affairs quite often. Jim also developed a drug addiction to prescription pills that would cause erratic mood swings and bouts of paranoia.  In fact, the move to California was due to Jim’s paranoia and a vision he had of nuclear holocaust. He felt they would be safe from the disaster in California. 

By the early 70’s in California, Temple membership had grown considerably. Word had spread all over the country about Jones and his refreshing approach to race relations. During this time, People’s Temple had approximately 2,500 members. Jones began preaching to his people quotes from the Bible, even though he denounced his faith. He would find things that were fitting for him to go with his own selfish desires and wants and use the Bible as a backup source. An example of this would be Jones quoting Matthew 19:21, which reads, “Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”

Temple members wound up doing just that. They sold their homes and cars and gave all of the money to the Temple. The ones who had jobs and continued to work would turn over their entire paycheck to the Temple. The elderly who drew retirement and social security would turn over their entire checks to the Temple. In their minds, they were contributing to the “Good Cause”.  He made his members feel loved, safe and hopeful. While he was kind to everyone, he was especially compassionate to the poor and the uneducated. The majority of his followers were classified as such and to them, he was a savior. They wanted somewhere to belong and fit in and something to be proud of. He gave them all of that and more. All of them referred to him as “father” and had nothing but respect for him. His speeches were so uplifting to his members, even when he said ridiculous things such as he was the reincarnation of Jesus or Buddha, they just went with it. As new people would come to check out the organization and their charismatic leader, Jim’s ego demanded more and more followers and praise. Additionally, he was always looking to make more money.  He again began his practices of faking miracles and healings, something that garnered a little bit of attention in his earlier years, but this was on a much bigger level.  He would use his members to pretend to cure cancer and other ailments, making blind people see again, making people in wheelchairs walk again. These events were well-planned and thought out and with his large organization acting like they had witnessed an actual miracle (most were not privy to the behind the scenes operation and planning and truly believed that he was legitimately Jesus incarnate and performing miracles) many visitors would believe too.  Even though Jones would lie and manipulate, during his speeches he would come across as honest, vibrant, caring and positive. He was liked and well respected by not only the Temple, but the entire community. 

As Jim Jones became more dependent on drugs and his paranoia grew, he began using scare tactics on his followers. He would tell them that people were plotting against them, including the CIA. To his followers, this was terrifying. They felt all they had was each other and their “father”. He also made sure to increase the dedication people had for him as well as making them more disciplined followers. He began making ridiculous claims to his members, informing all the males in his organization that they were all homosexual, all of them but him.  He would have sex with the male members to prove to them that they liked it. Additionally, he would have sex with the women members and then during their daily meetings, they were expected to speak on what horrible lovers their husbands were and what a great lover Jones was. He eventually informed his members that they were not allowed to have sex, not even the married couples. Essentially, the only time anyone was “allowed” to have sex was when it was with Jim Jones.

In the early 70’s Jones and his “church” was accused by the media of financial fraud, physical abuse of its members and mistreatment of children. It was while this was going on that Jones purchased some land in Guyana in an effort to move himself and the entire People’s Temple so as to avoid the people who were supposedly plotting against him and trying to ruin him.  It was his goal to create a utopian society here, free of racism and worry, but also to seemingly gain much more control over his followers. Initially there was a small group of members sent to Guyana to begin building houses, plant crops and prepare the area for all the members.    In the mean time, Jim Jones got to work holding meetings, letting all the members know what was to be expected of their move and the tropical paradise that awaited them, getting passports made of all of his members and continuing to try to make as much money as possible.  Eventually Jim Jones and 1,000 of his members all made the move to Guyana and arrived at the compound known as Jonestown.  What they arrived to was anything but the heaven they were told it would be. The houses were not yet completed, nor was anything else complete because Jones did not want to spend a lot of money on the project.  It was less like paradise and more like a concentration camp. Jones informed the members that no one was allowed to leave and to reinforce that, he stationed armed guards around the property. Additionally, he confiscated their passports so they could not leave. He also confiscated outgoing mail so members could not get a hold of any family or friends outside of Jonestown. Some worried family members made phone calls to Jonestown and Jim and his closest members would listen in on the calls to make sure no one was out of line.  Members were expected to work on the land day and night, with minimal breaks and very little food.  With Jones treating his members horribly, it’s no surprise that he was always on edge, wondering if they were plotting against him. He installed an intercom system in Jonestown with a loud speaker and would get on the speaker at all hours, day and night, drunkenly preaching to his members, many times speaking of upcoming doom and an apocalypse. He began holding mock suicide drills in the middle of the night due to his thoughts of the US government being out to destroy him. Members were publicly beaten for disobeying as well as threatened with death. Coupling the new environment making members extremely vulnerable with the physical and psychological abuse and brainwash, there wasn’t much members could do at this point in time other than being obedient and subservient to Jones.

There were a few people who did successfully leave the People’s Temple, most notably Bob Houston.  Houston’s mutilated body was found near some train tracks after leaving the Temple.  US representative Leo Ryan was good friends with Bob Houston’s father and coupled with the abuse allegations he had heard were happening at Jonestown and the mysterious death of his friend’s son that had recently defected, Ryan decided he would fly to Guyana to investigate the supposed utopian society and see if members were truly happy there or if they were being held there against their will, as it had been told to him.  Ryan brought with him some concerned family members, people working for the media and photographers.  Jones got word of the visit and made sure to explain to his members how they would behave and how they would represent Jonestown.  They were told to prepare the best food (including a lot of meat, which Temple members were not allowed to eat otherwise due to its high cost) and to be thankful for Jones at all times.  On November 17, 1978, Ryan and his crew (who had been in Guyana for three days and were being refused to be let into Jonestown) were finally allowed to enter the compound.  For the most part, the People’s Temple put on a very convincing show for Ryan, praising Jones for all of his hard work and dedication. They expressed how happy they were in Jonestown and stayed on their best behavior for fear of what would be done to them if they didn’t.  However, one rather brave Temple member, (and a wonderful personal friend of mine) Vernon Gosney, slipped a note to one of the reporters that arrived with Ryan. In the note, Gosney pleaded for help getting out of Jonestown. The letter was signed by both him and another Temple member, Monica Bagby. Jones asked Ryan and his group to leave for the night and the next day, they arrived to interview more members. During the interview, another woman came forward stating that she wished to leave Jonestown with her family, as well as another family. It was made known to Jones that some people wanted to leave and he pretended he was okay with that, that they were free to go at any time. After interviews concluded on November 18, 15 people in total were to leave Jonestown with representative Ryan. Hidden amongst the 15 was one man, Larry Layton, who was only posing as a Temple defector and had no intention on leaving.  Once they arrived at the airstrip, 2 planes were available to the group. Larry Layton boarded the small, six passenger plane. Once on the airstrip, he began shooting Temple members who were on the plane, wounding several. Temple members who escorted the people to the planes began shooting at the other plane, killing Leo Ryan, 1 Temple member and and 3 journalists. 9 others were wounded. All of the survivors ran and hid into the nearby fields.

As the shootings were happening at the airstrip, Temple associates were given orders by Jones to prepare a drink, enough for all of Jonestown, consisting of grape Flavor-Aid, cyanide, Valium, chloral hydrate and Phenergan. Jones called all of his members to the pavilion for a meeting.  44 minutes of said meeting was recorded and is known as “The Death Tape”.  Jones informed his followers that he knows someone who boarded those planes were going to shoot the pilot, which would cause the death of all of the people on the planes and hinting that this would lead to the government coming to Jonestown and taking everyone’s children away. He then encouraged his members to drink the Flavor-Aid concoction and commit revolutionary suicide. That they would be heroes and forever remembered as revolutionaries. Many of the first to take the poison were parents who used syringes to squirt into the children’s mouths, then doing the same to themselves. Others simply drank it.    Some members thought this was another fake suicide drill until they witnessed people dying and then fear and panic set in.  Jones can be heard on the Death Tape telling members to die with dignity, and that death is preferable to life at that point. It has been said that many were forced to take the drink at gun point. A few members managed to hide under beds and avoided death. A couple others managed an escape and ran through the fields. Jim Jones did not drink the poison, instead, his death was caused by a single gunshot wound to the head. No one knows whether it was self-inflicted or if another member did it. One other woman was found dead with a gunshot wound. Additionally, a woman named Sharon Amos was working at the Jonestown headquarters in Georgetown. She received a radio communication from Jonestown informing her to commit revolutionary suicide. She took her three children into the bathroom and stabbed two of them to death, then had one assist her in stabbing herself to death, followed by the last of her children killing herself.

Many of the Temple members who fled into the jungle were lost for days and nearly died, but a Guyanese government plane flew in and located them. Others made their way to Georgetown, staying at cafes, and some staying with local residents.

Larry Layton was found guilty of conspiracy and of aiding and abetting the murder of Congressman Leo Ryan and of the attempted murder of Richard Dwyer. While the only person ever found guilty of any happenings at Jonestown, he was paroled in 2002.

In total, 918 individuals lost their lives at Jonestown. It was the largest death toll of civilians by human acts up until the 9/11 tragedy. Jim Jones was cremated and his ashes scattered at sea. His wife and three of their children who died at Jonestown are buried in Richmond, Indiana (The oldest daughter left the People’s Temple before the move to Guyana and two of their sons survived Jonestown by being out of the area for a basketball game).  The bodies of over 400 of those who died in Guyana are buried in a mass-grave at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland, California.  A memorial listing all 900+ casualties, including Jim Jones, was completed at the grave site in 2011.

The Torture Murder of Sylvia Likens

In early 1965 a struggling housewife named Gertrude Baniszewski started advertising her home as a sort of flophouse for inconvenient children, where parents would pay her to look after their children while they searched for work. Baniszewski soon took in the oldest daughters of two circus workers, Sylvia and Jenny Likens, and agreed to accept $20 a week for their upkeep. It was a cramped situation between the family and the two guests, and Baniszewski began taking her anger out primarily on 16 -year-old Sylvia. Rumors spread at school that Sylvia stole food out of rubbish bins and had a boyfriend, and as punishment Baniszewski starved the girl, whipped her, slapped her around the face. Her sister Jenny was just twelve, and felt too powerless to act. Their caretaker’s rage peaked when their parents were late with the $20 payment; Baniszewski invited several neighborhood children over and encouraged them to mistreat Sylvia; and so her torture really began.

Sylvia was tied up in the basement for days on end, accused of imaginary slights and punished near continuously. She was beaten daily, often barefisted, and lit cigarettes were stubbed out on her body. Sylvia had to beg for food and was forced to soil the narrow bit of concrete she was confined to, and the kids Baniszewski befriended took turns stripping her naked and whipping her, yanking out tufts of her hair, burning her.

The autopsy of her body later revealed over two dozen impact injuries and Sylvia’s genital reason in particular was a center of massive trauma. She was also covered in a number of small cuts, burns, and rope burn injuries, and was severely malnourished. But the injury thst caught investigators eyes the most was the awful message scrawled childishly on the teenagers stomach in red welts: I’M A PROSTITUTE AND I LOVE IT!

Neighbors last heard Sylvia banging on the basement wall with a shovel, and then she seemed to disappear. Sylvia was, in fact, enduring her final round of torture at the hands of the sadistic housewife and her group of morally vapid children. As punishment for wetting herself earlier in the day, Sylvia was made to keep standing while her head was repeatedly punched into a wall. She was then flipped on the concrete while a boy heated a needle to write the grim exclamation on the poor girls abdomen. Sylvia was thrown on a bed to sleep, while her foster mother went upstairs and watched television.

The next day, Sylvia was delirious due to dehydration and internal bleeding. She could not stand or walk and lapsed in and out of consciousness. Her sister Jenny tried to sneak food to her, but it was too late; Sylvia Likens was dead, from a combination of malnutrition and internal injuries.

Baniszewski made the children swear to silence, but police visited the house to discuss Sylvia’s absence from school and were tipped off by Jenny as to what happened. Sylvia’s battered corpse was discovered in a bedroom, and it was immediately obvious she was the victim of horrendous abuse. The crime scene examiner called it the worst case of abuse he had ever seen in the state of Indiana. Baniszewski, her daughter, and several local children were arrested and put on trial. The unsmiling housewife was sentenced to life, her daughter to a maximum of ten years, the her accomplices recieved various reduced sentences when they gave evidence.

Types as Things My Upstairs Neighbors Do At 3 AM

INTJ: Waterboarding their enemies in their interrogation room
ENTJ: Botching a peace treaty with the rival gang across the the hall
INFP: Fifty Shades of Gray scenes
ENFP: Having an orgy with a barn full of animals
ISTJ: Building an indoor skatepark
ESTJ: Reenactment of the Civil War
ISFP: Bringing home all the shelter dogs
ESFP: Opening night at their in-home strip club
INTP: Blowing up their kitchen meth lab
ENTP: Impromptu bowling using metal chairs as pins and a tube tv as a ball
ISFJ: Sleeping like NORMAL PEOPLE
ESFJ: Drowning all of the neighborhood children
INFJ: Hosting an intervention
ENFJ: Taping a reality tv show
ISTP: Breakdancing in brick shoes
ESTP: Shredding the indoor skatepark

random ponyboy headcanons bc im trash
  • He used to think you conditioned your hair before you shampooed bless him
  • he often takes walks when it rains/snows because he loves the chilly air nipping at his body
  • he likes cats more than dogs and actually feeds the stray cats in the neighborhood 
  • he also loves children and often babysits the kids in the neighborhood for not much money
  • he prefers long hair and often refuses to get it cut  
  • one time it got so long he would pull it back in a ponytail, giving him the nick name Ponytail Curtis
  • one year  in high-school ponyboy didn’t go and sign up for classes so he was placed in art class  as an elective but he actually enjoyed it and signed up for it again next semester
  • he’s actually ace/aro
  • he volunteers at the library during the summer
  • he’s that one kid who carries 479332 books on his person but never actually reads them
  • he’s actually very shy and often has Soda or Darry do things for him
  • after a while he stops enjoying track and field but continues to do it because it makes Darry happy
  • his favorite drink is chocolate milk
  • He hates mint gum and prefers watermelon flavor
  • he has really bad anger issues sometimes and has put a few holes in doors/walls
  • when he was younger he used to call Darry “Berry”
  • he can’t tie a cherry stem into a knot in his mouth /but dallas and curly can/
  • when he was 18, he got a really cheesy “stay gold” tattoo
  • this boy has only owned one pair of shoes for the last 3 years
  • and its not even because he’s poor, like darry has asked if he wanted shoes, he just really likes the pair he has
  • he has a bunch of those glow-in-the-dark plastic stars on his walls in his and Soda’s bedroom
  • his favorite nursery rhyme is “It’s raining, It’s pouring”
  • he is actually very comfortable with his body and how it looks
  • he hates doing laundry
  • one time at the state fair he won a big giant teddy bear and he tries to sleep with it all the time
  • he has a stack of unfinished stories that will probably remain unfinished 
  • he’s deathly afraid of thunder
  • he loves chokers and wears them religiously
  • his favorite sport to watch is baseball
  • he loves chinese food
  • he plays the clarinet
  •  and lastly, he loves the gang with his entire heart and goes all out for their birthdays. Cake, balloons, big party, everything.

These were really bad im sorry! But this was my first time making headcanons! I hope you like them!

Two years from now

When we are in the middle of some brand new war and our foreign policy has once more turned the world against us, and people in this country live and die in absolute poverty while the rich decide just how big their next tax break will be, and as oil leaks from the latest pipeline running through sovereign native lands, and the police hunt black Americans in their own neighborhoods, and children are ripped from their parents in mass deportations…

And you ask yourself: “How did we get here?”

You should remind yourself that “here” began with the choice we made on November 8, 2016.

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The torture and death of Sylvia Likens

Sylvia Marie Likens was a 16-year-old murder victim. She was tortured to death by Gertrude Baniszewski , Baniszewski’s children, and other young people from their Neighborhood. Sylvia’s parents, who were carnival workers, had left her and her sister, Jenny, in the care of the Baniszewski family three months before her death. The parents were paying Baniszewski $20 a week to care for her.

Gertrude Baniszewski encouraged Hubbard, her children, and neighborhood children to torment Sylvia, including, among other things :

  • Extinguishing lit cigarettes upon her skin
  • Beating her
  • Tying her up
  • Burning her with scalding water
  • Rubbing salt into her raw wounds
  • Forcing her to eat feces and other substances that would cause her to vomit
  • Forcing her to remove her clothes and insert a glass Coca-Cola bottle into her vagina

When Sylvia urinated in her (bed while tied to the bed), she was locked in the cellar and forbidden to use the toilet. Later, she was forced to consume her own feces, as well as urine and feces from the diaper of Gertrude Baniszewski’s one-year-old son.

Shortly before Sylvia died, Baniszewski began to carve the words “I’m a prostitute and proud of it” upon Sylvia’s abdomen with a heated needle. Richard Hobbs finished the carving.Hobbs and 10-year-old Shirley Baniszewski used an iron poker in an attempt to burn the letter “S” into Sylvia’s chest; the burn scar ended up looking like the number “3′’.

On October 26, 1965, after multiple beatings, burnings, and scalding baths, Sylvia died of a brain hemorrhage , shock and malnutrition She was 16 years old.

The case was described by the prosecutor in Baniszewski’s trial as "the most terrible crime ever committed in the state of Indiana’’

Read more here

Red Riding Hood

My name is Cynn and I am 18 years old, earlier this year a horrible thing happened to me that changed my life forever. Up until this time I had never even kissed a boy, much less gone any further. I was innocent and my body was sweet, pretty, and untouched, at least until that day.

It was a warm summer day and I decided to go for a walk and enjoy the beautiful weather. So I put on my pretty new red hat and my matching spring dress. I told my mother where I was going, just like a good girl should. To my surprise she told me to stay away from the woods near my house. When I asked why, she told me that there was a wolf pack that was eating the neighborhood cats and scaring children. I assured her that I would keep far away from the woods, but was very disappointed because this was exactly where I wanted to go. However, being a good girl I listened to my mother and went to walk in the other woods on the other side of town. It was a long walk and far away from any houses, but I didn’t mind since it was a nice day and as I walked a let the sun shine on my face and warm me. By the time I got to the woods it was the middle of the afternoon and I was very tired. I followed one of the trails far down into the woods, until I came across a small meadow. “What a wonderful place to lay in the sun and take a nap,” I thought. So I laid out the blanket I had with me and proceeded to fall into a deep sleep.

I awoke to a sharp pain on both my wrists, afraid but still disoriented I looked at my wrists and saw two large wolves. Each one had one of my wrists in his mouth and was forcing my hands and arms over my head. I screamed and screamed, not only because of the pain but also because I was so afraid. But I was in the woods on the other side of town, not in the woods by my house so there was no one close enough to hear me no matter how loudly I screamed. I heard a low growl coming from in front of me and looked down to see another large wolf bearing his teeth and looking at me. The two wolves held my hands tightly in their mouths, so I was helpless to do anything to stop this third one. “My God” I thought to myself “they are going to kill me and eat me like they did the neighborhood cats.” This thought made my heart race even more then it had been and almost made me pass out. The third wolf began to sniff over my body slowly, I watched as he worked his way up my legs. His wet nose sometimes touching my flesh and making me shiver in fear. As his nose reached my tight young bush he stopped, he looked up at me and I almost saw the lust and cruelness of a man in his gaze. He bent his head under my dress and gave my innocence a long wet lick through my panties. Well of course I tried to close my legs to protect my womanhood from the beast, but he quickly began to rip at my thighs with his paws and claws. The pain was unbearable, “please stop, please it hurts me,” I begged. Even though I knew he could not understand me and that he would not stop if he did.

Tears were running down my cheeks as I tried the best I could to resist opening my legs. I could feel the claws scrapping my legs, making large red whelps on me. He was digging into me like he would dig in dirt to bury a bone. Ripping my dress to shreds. Not being capable of standing it anymore I opened my legs, but he still scratched on either side, ripping off the rest of the dress and even shredding my panties. I began to scream out again as loud as I could, even though I knew it wouldn’t do me any good, I also opened my legs as far as I could exposing my pussy to the wolf’s lusts. Amid my screams and cries he stopped clawing and positioned himself directly between my legs, he hunkered down to block my legs from closing and starting licking me hard and fast. The rough sharp tongue began to hurt me almost instantly, my hips were bucking trying to keep the painful thing out of me. “My sweet virgin hole has never been touched and now it is being abused and taken by a beast,” I thought to myself. It was almost too much to bear, the animal toyed with my pussy nipping me and licking deep inside, knowing it hurt me and liking it. All the while the other two beasts held my hands firmly, keeping me completely without defense. I lay there, my legs spread and being forced to accept the animal’s punishment.

The wolf on my left let go of my hand and started to walk over my body, quickly I tried to lower the hand to protect my pussy from the tongue that was tearing it apart. The beast on the left gave me a hard nip on the hand and helplessly I returned it over my head. Now the wolf on the right also let go and moved down my body. Completely helpless, the three behemoths were now free to violate my body to their delight, with no way for me to stop them. I was far too afraid to try and protect myself again knowing that they would bite and hurt me. The other two beasts, free of holding my hands now took up positions on either side of me and began to rip off the top portion of my dress, in an instant they were through my dress and gnawing off my bra. I lay very still afraid of being nipped, while they quickly began to harshly lick my breasts. My firm young breasts and nipples were being roughly treated by their tongues. I arched my back as the dog at my pussy again gave my pussy lips a hard nip, making me yelp in pain. My pussy was being filled with the beast’s spittle as my breasts were being abused by the other two animals. My nipples began to grow hard by instinct, giving the merciless rapists the perfect targets to nip and abuse. Screaming in pain as my body was abused from all sectors, unable to defend my frail sex organs. The wolf on my right seeing my mouth open and inviting, rammed his muzzle into my mouth, licking deep into my throat. I tried and tried to get him out, but his muzzle forced the back of my head against the ground and he took pleasure in my mouth, while the other two were content to keep abusing my other parts. My pussy and tits sore and red from abuse as my mouth was violated from the long tongue, so much pain, and I knew it was only the beginning.

The wolf at my breasts began nipping harder and harder, making me scream on the other wolf’s  tongue and causing a trickle of blood to come from the nipple. Not knowing what to do, but knowing that I did not want my tit eaten off I reached down and began to stroke his cock, hoping to calm him some. He flinched and growled when I first touched him, but quickly got to humping my hand, he also abused my breast slightly less. I felt like such a slut, here I was being tongue licked in the cunt, mouth, and breast by beasts and now I had to masturbate one of them. My pussy couldn’t take any more punishment and my legs closed harder and harder around the wolf. This must have made him angry because he nipped my pussy very hard and made me almost swallow the other dog’s tongue during my scream. The one in my hand began to grow and the cock came out of its skin, he was huge much larger than I thought anyone or anything got. The wolf at my pussy, still angry backed away and began to growl loudly, I knew then that he must have been the leader because the other dogs also backed away from me. “What are they going to do to me now,” I thought. “Oh no, not that they couldn’t be thinking of doing THAT.”

The beast at my head took a mouthful of my hair and pulled upwards, causing so much pain. The leader took my left leg in his mouth and began to pull me over. The combined effect made me roll over onto my stomach and rise up on my hands. A hard nip on my ass quickly got it in the air also. I knew they would have me as they wished and that there was nothing I could do to stop them. Tears ran down my face as I was about to take my fate. The leader mounted my back and wrapped his strong paws around my waist, his weight held me in place unable to move. I could feel his wet cock growing and touching the side of my ass. The leader began to rock against my ass, making his cock grow to an enormous size. One wolf licked my dangling breast as the other licked my face and lips. I tried to keep the dog at my fronts tongue out of my mouth, but he followed and toyed with my face. The beast at my breast would nip me to make me scream and open the way for the dog at my fronts cruel tongue. The leader positioned his now huge hard cock at my tender pussy, he rocked into it and I screamed in agony. It hit my pussy and blunted against my hymen. Again he rocked this time harder and my hymen burst open, lubricating his way with my blood. The wolf at my front was Frenching my mouth good as I screamed, taking me as he wished, the other beast also seemed to enjoy my swaying breasts as their leader entered me. The leader slowly, painfully fed his huge meat into me, my virginity had been taken by a wolf. The wolf on my breast began to nip harshly again and I knew what he wanted, I scooped up his still semi-hard cock and began to jerk him.

The leader built up a good rhythm inside my and continued to stretch my pussy to its limits. The beast at my mouth decided to complete my humiliation and mounted my front, his large disgusting cock right in my face. Moaning in pain from the violation of my pussy made my mouth an easy target for his cock, and he wasted little time in slamming it deep into me. I could taste the salty precum as he worked it against the back of my throat, it gagged me badly. Both wolf’s knots filled my poor abused body, locking my helplessly. The leader and wolf in my mouth forced me to work between them now. The leader would ram me hard with his powerful legs forcing me deep onto the beast cock in my mouth, then the beast I was sucking would thrust back and force my pussy deeper onto the huge leader’s dick. Being forced to be made into their rape bitch, being gagged and stuffed by the cocks as I was forced to jerk off the third. The beast in my mouth began to moan and jerk erratically, his cock throbbing inside me. While without my consent my pussy began to respond to the cock abusing it, grabbing it and massaging the massive muscle. The wolf cock in my mouth seemed to explode and hot cum ran down my throat and out of my nose, I gagged and coughed as it filled me. The wolf removed himself from my mouth and walked a short distance away to clean off his abusive cock. My mouth was only free for an instant as the beast I was jerking left my breasts and mounted my face. He growled menacingly and I knew what I had to do. I began to lick the cock with my tongue, tasting the precum and almost vomiting. The leader continued to rape my pussy as the new wolf sampled my mouth. He thrust his cock at my mouth like a dagger, I tried to avoid it hoping a lick job would be enough, but he growled and I knew I had to take him in my throat. His knot was already formed from my hand job and so when he shoved his cock in my throat the knot hit my lip and bloodied it. I tried to scream, but my mouth and face were engorged with the huge cock. I could feel my pussy working the leader’s cock now and I could also feel a stirring deep inside of me. “Please God,” I thought. “I can’t cum….my first orgasm can’t be while I am raped by wolf cocks.” But my bodies mind was made up and the stirring got stronger, I noticed as it did that I began to take the beast in my mouth deeper, and used my tongue to lick the underside of his huge male hood. Licking harder and the cock going deeper and deeper as the cock in my pussy continued to control and win me over. The leader’s cock pistoning in and out of my well overstuffed pussy. Moaning on the cock, not being able to take anymore. So many cocks, so hard, and me so helpless. They were turning me into their slut, making me enjoy their cocks. I screamed out as I had the first and strongest orgasm of my life, continuing to suck the huge dog cock and stroke it with my hand as I did. The leader let out a low growl and spilled his hot seed deep into me, overcoming my capacity and it running down the back of my legs. Still sucking, the leader just held in me until his knot subsided, then with a pop he was out.

I was crying now as my orgasm had passed and I realized what a slut they had made me in the throes of orgasm. I guess since I wasn’t sucking as good the third dog figured he would finish off in my cum covered cunt. He left my mouth and walked behind me, I was gasping for air and weeping, in no condition to plan an escape, so I just held still. He mounted me and found my hole, now gaping from the leader’s large knot. He was in me and pumping away furiously, as he did the leader came around to my face and put his blood and cum covered cock to my lips. He growled and there was no doubt what he wanted. Disgusted to the core I began to clean off the cock that raped me and took my virginity. I could taste the blood and dog cum on it, and far worse I could taste my pussy juices on it, still more proof of what a slut they had made me.

The wolf at my pussy was again making me respond, there was nothing I could do. His large hot cock ramming in and out of me so forceful and strong, caused a reaction in my pussy that spread throughout my body. I licked the leaders cock and enjoyed it as he smeared the cummy thing on my face, again I was coming and again I was a slut. The first wolf that came must have recovered his lust because now he was over and making me lick him also, I was moaning as I came and was being forced to pleasure the two other cocks with my mouth. The wolf in my pussy spurted his hot load into me and again I came to me senses, it was horrible like a lust filled insanity followed by unbearable guilt that the animals were making me cum. Making me enjoy their rapes.

The wolf that came first now walked down, being the only one not to have fucked me (he made me suck him and came in my mouth). The wolf that had just cum dismounted and the new rapist hopped up on me. My pussy was stretched horribly, so the wolf aimed a bit higher, slamming his cock into my ass. I was still being forced to lick and suck the leader as my ass ring was stretched and violated. The cock painfully went into me, and within moments the knot was butting its way inside. It hurt me so very bad, but made me stir also. Licking the leader’s large cock running my tongue from knot to tip and back again, my chin and pussy dripping from cum. Moaning from the ass rape and sucking harder, “yeah fuck me good,”

I whimpered. Almost instantly I felt the guilt but forced it back as I was being taken and being made to enjoy it. I began to scream loudly for them to fuck me more, for them to all take me at once and to make me their slut. “Fuck me Fuck me, more please,” I begged. They all took me several more times, raping my mouth, ass, and face. After about an hour I passed out and awoke to find them gone, who knows how many times they fucked me while I was out. I did know that they had all pissed on me before they left, so I was a mess; covered with cum and urine, clothes tattered and destroyed. I sneaked along the woods back to my house, got inside and showered and changed so that my mom never knew a thing.

So that is my story, now every warm afternoon I walk to these woods and lay in the sun on the blanket, hoping I will be awakened by the sharp pain on my wrist of my rapist beast’s  teeth. Ready and hoping to be made their rape slut bitch again.

okay but think about that day that digory had to move out of his childhood home.

he had spent so many years living next to polly, spending at least a few minutes every day together. they were hardly ever separated. digory had been heartbroken when he found out that he was to move out of his childhood house, his home, far away from his best friend. he could hardly stand when he’d heard the news from his joyous mother who had pounced on him with the information as he walked through the front door. his cheeks, flushed from having returned from a hardy game of rugby with polly and a few other neighborhood children, paled as he processed the news.

for a few days, you mean.

no, forevever!

his chest tightened, breathing restricted, head dizzied. swaying, he gently lowered himself onto the small, battered loveseat they owned.

why? how?

uncle andrew passed. your father is returning. he’s a rich man now. with a rich man’s home!

misery swept over him. he couldn’t leave. not to that great home he had heard so much of. he couldn’t leave his home. he couldn’t leave polly. he stared. dumbfounded was an understatement. his mother stared. she was healthy, happy. father would be returning from india. they would be a family again. but at the cost of leaving his best friend and their great adventure behind.

that’s great. a false smile plastered on his face. he hated lying to his mother. wow…this is…wow. i’m speechless. that was no lie.

satisfied, his mother scurried out, mumbling about needing to pack up as soon as possible and how they would accomodate his father and hiring some local laborers to transport their things to the country. digory remained on the loveseat, stunned.

he eventually snapped out of his revery. it was hours later as the light seeping in through the open window had begun to dim. he aimlessly wandered out of the house and only realized after arriving to those familiar eroded stone steps that his wandering hadn’t been so aimless.

laughter peeled through the air as polly stepped through the door. her head was turned away from him shouting out something over her shoulder. laughter bubbled out of her throat at the response. she shook her head as she chuckled softly, closing the front door behind her. her mood immediately sobered as she noticed her friend’s somber mood.

something happened. there was no question about it.

i’m leaving.

a pause. she sat next to him. then: to the big home?

she had heard about the big home as much as he had. yes. he couldn’t trust himself to say more. he wanted to scream. he wanted to cry.

you’ll be far.

again, yes.

another pause. she leaned her head on his shoulder. then, okay.

digory’s head swiveled. she didn’t sound or look sad. did she not care that he, her best friend, will be moving kilometers away from her? anger and frustration stirred in him. how could she be so flippant about his moving? how could she just forget him, forget them, so suddenly?

but even in his strengthening look of ire and hurt, polly remained calm as she lifted her head to look at him directly. he looked closer. there was sadness, a deep sadness, well hidden from those that didn’t know her better. but mostly he saw calm. he saw understanding, and a bit of hope.

it’s okay. the story hasn’t ended yet. we still have some time until we get to happily ever after. distance doesn’t end friendships, they make them stronger.

he was dubious, but he trusted polly, trusted her with his life. she was smarter and more confident than him. he knew he should listen to her.

and so he packed and packed and packed. until the day he had to leave came.

as the laborers moved box after box out of the house, he sat in the middle of his now-bare bedroom. the drapeless window remained wide open. across from him, also sitting on the floor, polly smiled wanly. she was surrounded by the familiar contents of her room: opened books strewn across her desk, notes and sketches and hastily-written poems pinned up on her wall, the quilt mrs kirke had made for her neatly folded on her bed.

they sat there for what must have been hours yet felt like a mere few minutes.

digory, honey, we’re leaving.

digory stood. polly remained on the floor. they had said their formal good-byes earlier.

polly lifted a hand waving slightly at digory’s retreating back.

he was silent throughout the entire trip. he was silent while his mother and father chartered on and on to him about the many great activities to do out in the country, the tutors they could pay to live with them and help him study to complete his secondary education, the many holidays polly and her family could spend in their spacious new home. digory heard almost none of it.

dutifully following his parents across the great expanse of land that led to their new house, digory focused on putting one foot in front of the other. he didn’t care about the horses he could ride or the rooms he could explore or the swims he could take in the lake. he only cared that he wasn’t in the home he had always known, the home he had only known.

digory, there seems to be a letter here dictated for you. it doesn’t say who it’s from.

how curious. he had just arrived to this house. who could possibly have sent him a letter?

breaking the seal, he found a small note and a seed. an apple seed. he knew that seed. he hungrily read over the few words scribbled on the slip of paper. thought this was a better way to keep our otherworldly adventure closer to you.

he should have been happy that polly had thought to do such a kind gesture. but it hurt. he ached. he was far, so far from everything he had shared with her. it was all a memory now. a very distant, very sad memory.

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How Daniel Tiger Helps Teach Social Skills to Preschoolers
Research shows kids who watch Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood have higher levels of empathy, were better at recognizing emotions, and were more confident in social situations.

Kids who watched Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood had higher levels of empathy, were better at recognizing emotions, and were more confident in social situations. 

Imagine if Damian had grown up with Bruce from the start. Bruce would get home, be assaulted by some animals at the front door, and at once be suspicious because there is no small child assaulting him as well. So he makes his way around the house and finally locates Damian in the fridge making eight sandwiches. When he asks him what he’s doing, Damian squirms and tries to lie but Bruce has on his Dad face and that’s serious so Damian just mumbles/confesses “I adopted some people.”
“What?”
“I adopted som–”
“You can’t just adopt people out of the blue, Damian.”
To which he glares with his small but affronted eyebrows and replies, “YOU do.”
And Bruce coughs/laughs and asks to meet Damian’s bunch and soon enough there are eight orphans of various ages filling the kitchen and eating them out of house and home.
And Damian’s adoption problem is so sweet but also awful because he’s like 4ft going into dangerous neighborhoods looking for children to bring home and feed

Clown Sightings PSA *PLEASE READ*

As I’m sure many of you have heard, there have been multiple sightings as people dressed up as deranged, horrific clowns roaming through forests and local neighborhoods on the northeast and eastern coast of the United States, mainly in North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Ohio (I believe), and Michigan. These clowns have been known to come up to houses and other parts of neighborhoods attempting to lure children into the woods by offering them money or candy and telling them of a cool cabin by a pond that they live in, or something along those lines.

At first, these clowns only posed a threat of attempting kidnapping, but now there have been a few clowns that were seen carrying weapons, such as machetes, and I just read an article today that a teen was stabbed to death by one of these clowns in Pennsylvania.

This honestly terrifies me. Not only because of what’s happened so far, but it’s progressively getting worse and spreading to other states, including my own. It doesn’t make anything better that it’s October and Halloween is coming up. There have even been sightings in townships where I currently work and right by where some of my family and loved ones live as well.

PLEASE WATCH EACH OTHER’S BACKS!!

Please keep close eyes on all children who are walking around, even in groups, and even carry some form of defense with you if you’re close to the areas where these sightings have been so far! Try to stay as safe as possible and if you see anything, report it immediately!

Also, I know this idea may suck and I might just be overthinking this, but if you’re in those areas, please try to avoid haunted attractions such as hayrides and corn mazes. With these criminals dressed up, it’s really hard to tell who’s an actor and who isn’t. Halloween is my favorite holiday and I love haunted hayrides, but since there have been sightings really close to my immediate area and the hayride I usually go to is in that area, I’m probably going to skip it this year. Also, be careful around actual Halloween, because if this situation hasn’t been situated by that time, who knows what can happen.

Sorry for the long post, I just want to inform as many people as I can, because I’m honestly really freaked out by this. I got so nervous just walking from my work building and my car tonight after my shift because the building is backed up to some woods and the parking lot lights are temporarily out due to construction going on with some other buildings nearby. It just made me so uneasy.

I just want everyone to be safe, and I’m already hearing from some people that it’s a hoax, which makes no sense because there’s clear video and photo reference to it, but way better to be safe than sorry. Thank you for reading.

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  • A lovely summer sunset. The neighborhood children giggle at the growing orange sky that brings memories of camping, even as the smoke clogs their throats.
  • “Do you feel safe in school?” You know she’s asking if you feel safe from the man who shot up the local movie theater and the high school down the street, but your stomach churns as you recall the girl who sat on the rattles of the serpent and the savaged deer that lay tangled in jagged strips beyond the playground fence. How safe? Very.
  • You say you go down to the river, the river where the man held her under the ice. It’s only ankle deep and a corpse length across, but the current will snatch your feet from under you if the minnows don’t get you first.
  • Strangers come here for the gold, they always have. First it abraded their palms in rivers of silt, made them give up their histories to dance and drink with their future ghosts.
    Now they come for her, she who sprouts an unending swathe of limbs in the ash of forgotten forests. She crowns herself in fluttering sunshine and when the locals point the strangers grimly, silently to her maw, she coats them in papery dust and hides them in her tomb as winter falls.
  • “Yes, it crushed him,” you tell the man in the back seat.  The blue stallion shrinks in your rear-view mirror, but never enough, never enough. “Yes, he died.” The city never shuts off his red ember eyes, perhaps in tribute to his murdered creator. “Well, we all die somehow.” The eyes haunt you well over the horizon.
  • Communities watch with stony hearts as the animals descend. In the shadow of the city, vermin devoured your mother’s last attempt at a garden. There will be no flowers next year. In the suburbs the foxes screamed for their missing kits. You daren’t sleep through their cries, though over the years they go missing too. In the mountain towns the bears wait patiently in the night for your daughter to press her nose to the window. She will leave with them if you don’t lock the shutters tight. 
The other residents of Privet Drive probably had an inkling of how crazy the Dursleys were
  • Dudley is frequently out wrecking havoc on his neighborhood peace, at age 15 months he’s kicking his mother up the street screaming for sweets. At age 11, he knocks over Mrs. Figg on her crutches while on his new racing bike.
  • Dudley obviously bullies Harry, and his parents obviously haven’t managed to reign it in
  • Harry wears Dudley’s ill-fitting hand-me-downs, and Dudley has the best of everything
  • Dudley is frequently seen playing with a new toy or doing something fun, whereas Harry isn’t
  • Harry is prone to wandering around the neighborhood as young as 11, and Vernon and Petunia do nothing to reign him in and don’t see bothered by his absence
  • Vernon and Petunia have two children under their care, and are zero for two. Kid #1 is an ill-mannered bully who frightens all of the neighborhood children, while #2 is a rarely-seen juvenile delinquent.
  • Vernon yells. Loudly.
  • Petunia yells. Loudly.
  • The Dursleys aren’t afraid to have Harry wash their car, mow the lawn, or any number of outdoor duties
  • Anyone who’s been in the Dursley’s house can’t help but notice that there’s no evidence that Harry lives there.
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Empire CEO Hosts 10th Annual White Party Fundraiser.

Empire CEO Hosts 10th Annual White Party Fundraiser

Empire CEO Lucious Lyon hosted his annual White Party Fundraiser. This year, his fundraising was directed toward the Lucious Lyon Music Academy. The Academy has been a life-long dream for the music mogul, who will open the school in his childhood Philadelphia neighborhood to offer local children a positive alternative to a life on the street.

All Lyon family members attended in support of the event. Rising star Jamal Lyon even performed a powerful rendition of his father’s hit song, “You’re So Beautiful” to conclude the evening. Lucious declined to comment on his son’s headline-making performance.

They didn’t attack symbols, like the Eiffel Tower or the Champs Elysées

They didn’t attack places of power.

They attacked people in a football game, watching our national team with their friends and family.

They attacked people sharing a drink after a long week of work, of college.

They attacked people meeting, maybe with their children, in their neighborhood bar

(Were there children? I hope not, I hope not)

They attacked people in a rock concert, young people, groups of friends, full of joy

They attacked the heart of Paris’s youth

They attacked people who had never hurt anyone

I don’t like this

I don’t like what it means

Is this war?

Is it the way it starts?