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“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

― Oscar Wilde

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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.”

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It’s Gonna Be Okay

After the Blip, he visits her at work. It’s in the middle of an 18 hour shift at Metro-General Hospital. There’s an abundance of accident-related trauma cases. People started reappearing. Everywhere. Sometimes on highways. 

New York City is a mess. Again.

That’s when he arrives. All of a sudden. No announcement, no text, or phone call…

If he even has a phone, she muses. Maybe it’s another trademark of his cult. It doesn't allow for earthly attachments.

Ever since his return in 2017, he seems as immaterial as the ethereal form he takes during his emergency cardiac surgery that he guides her through. 

“Just a little higher,” he had said. A ghostly visage of Stephen floated above his unconscious body collapsed on the gurney. An encirclement of fractured glass drifted about his suspended, spectral clone.  

She remembers shrieking, jumping backwards and landing against an instrument cart with a wide gauge needle and catheter in hand. Christine is grateful that she hadn’t punctured anything. 

His ghostly hand had casually dipped into his chest cavity and the invasive pooled blood in his corporeal, pericardial sac illuminated from behind as if displayed in a museum enclosure. 

Even after he returned to his body, he seemed… Unattached. Enlightened. Metaphysical. All those 1960s, hippy-esque terms she never in a million years thought she would have used to describe Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange. The man who earned his Master’s and Doctorate degrees simultaneously. Who’s eidetic memory found no match. Who broke ground in the neurological field so often that he had attended more speaking engagements, honorary dinners, and earned more awards of recognition than any physician she had ever heard of. 

That same Strange had come stumbling down the hallway in those flowing, fustian, deep cerulean robes with their various, pompous tassels and braided belts that encircled his waist. Hell, there were even tassels swinging from the tops of his knee-high, lace-up, medieval-emulating boots.  His outfit was made more unbelievable because it was him wearing it. Of his own volition.

The Doctor Strange she knew wore Armani suits, wore Jaeger-LeCoultre watches, drove a Lamborghini Huracan.

He had looked like he was ready to stroll into a midsummer Medieval fair. 

Cardiac tamponade aside.  

She finds herself in much the same situation as years prior. She is bent over the nurses station reviewing patient paperwork. Her hand is cramping from all the charts she’s signed off on the latter half of this shift.

“Christine!” His long-deceased, assertive, baritone voice trumpets down the artificial, harshly-lit wing of the ER.

Involuntarily, she gasps. She looks up from her work, sees him, and goes ramrod straight. Her pen goes clattering to the floor and her papers swirl through the air, escaping from the confinement of the clipboard. Her hand flies to her chest to still her racing heart. 

She locks eyes with him as he parades down the hallway. His bright, crystalline blue eyes meet hers and for a handful of tense moments she is convinced that she’s dreaming. It’s not the first time she’s dreamed of him coming back from the dead. 

But, everyone else at the nurses’ station is looking at him too.

Her hands begin trembling and she’s pretty sure the hallway has dropped a couple dozen degrees in the last minute. Goose bumps erupt up her exposed arms in her short-sleeved teal scrubs.

“Christine!” He says again and strides towards her in those ridiculous, lace-up, shin-high boots with their blue tassels. His numerous tassels on his belts swing with every step. His unruly cowlicks dangle limply from his head of dark brown hair and contrast with his pale forehead. The familiar, unchanged patches of gray hair at his temples are groomed back with the rest of his hair. He doesn’t look a day older than when he died in 2018.

There is a deep scarlet line of dried blood caked over his left eyebrow. Another one adorns the edge of his lower lip. Dirt or soot encrusts his cheeks and forehead, suggesting an abrupt impact with the ground. 

His sentient, crimson, billowing cloak rests on his shoulders and undulates through the air from an undetectable breeze. It completes his look of unhurried, relaxed command of the situation. 

But, Christine knows him well enough to recognize the weariness in his gait by the subtle weave of his locomotion. A slight deviation to the right, a mild one to the left. He’s been awake for hours. Maybe longer than she has.

His brows are furrowed, his scrupulous gaze assessing everything. Everything about her, she realizes. His mouth is set in a grim line. He slows as he approached her. “Christine?” A question. 

She knows she is staring. Gawking even. Mouth parted with countless thoughts streaming through her head, but none of them catching purchase long enough to come out of her mouth. All logical thought processes are suspended. Christine is acutely aware of Stephen planting himself a few feet away from her now in all his dramatic regalia and the brightness and whiteness of the hospital taking on a tremulous, bleary appearance before warm wetness on her cheeks informs her that she is crying.  

“Stephen?” Her voice cracks and her throat constricts painfully. She doesn’t remember how she ends up in his arms. But, she does. And his cool, trembling, damaged hands hold her face reverently. The pads of his thumbs gently dash away the tears sliding down her cheeks. She grounds herself by reaching up and grabbing a hold of his arms. His azure, fabric vambraces are rough under her touch.  

This is real. He’s real. He’s alive.

She chuckles humorously, but it comes out as a choking noise through her pinched throat. 

Five years, and now this. Now…

She takes a deep, hitching breath and calms down enough to take in his precipitously broken expression.  His exquisite eyes now have standing tears that refuse to fall. 

Like the private moments after his teacher died on the table. When he reaches over the faucet of their adjoining sinks to still her hands. When he holds her more affectionately and gently than he had ever done so before. When he tells her she was right about there being other ways to save lives. When she was being paged overhead. When he told her he didn’t want her to go. 

“Christine?” He asks. “Are you alright?”

She can’t trust herself not to cry again. So, she only nods.

He studies her and gently shakes his head. “I knew you would be okay. I looked ahead… I had to know. It was selfish of me — but I had to know.”

She frowns. “What are you talking about?” 

He lowers his hands to her shoulders and gently holds her in place. He breathes out a sigh, as if bracing himself for a terrible confession. “The time stone- it let me—”

“Stark said you were dead,” she can’t help but interrupt; can’t abide his lengthy, enigmatic explanations right now. “He announced on the news that you were gone. What the hell? My God, Stephen, it’s been five years! What happened?” She knows people started reappearing hours ago, but she knows he was there. He knows precisely what happened. He always does.

A guilty glance from his eyes tells her he doesn’t want to tell her. “It’s over,” he concludes. “We undid what Thanos did. And—” He swallows, a few tears finally spill over the rim of his lashes. His keen eyes scrutinize her face. “Stark saved us all.” The last word wavers as his expression momentarily crumples. 

Christine is alarmed because this is the most emotional she’s ever seen him. 

“Stephen?” She reaches a hand up to caress his face. He stills and closes his eyes, seeming to relish in the contact. “Are you okay?” She breathes.

He takes a moment before opening his poignant eyes. He nods once. “Yeah,” he says unsteadily with a wistful smile. His bright, moist eyes are hopeful. “It’s all gonna be okay now.” 

#doctor strange #christine palmer x stephen strange #post-blip #Survivor’s guilt #fanfic

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Doctor Stephen Strange x Christine Palmer

#doctor strange #christine palmer #Christine palmer x Stephen strange #holding hands #palmerstrange #ai art #instagram

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more instagram ai generated art. I love these two together ❤️ Stephen has become such a dad.

#instagram #ai art #doctor strange being a parental figure to america chavez #doctor strange #america chavez

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instagram AI - Doctor Strange being a father to America Chavez

#doctor strange #america chavez #doctor strange being a parental figure to America Chavez

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going through my drafts is really something to behold

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🤣🤣🤣

So I have a letterboard on my desk at work and update it every week, typically with a terrible pun or dad joke. Here’s a selection from the past year or so:

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#goats #power lines #Kites

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Despite what the internet and history books tell us… Nikola Tesla was the first to:

Invent an commutatorless alternating current motor which 90 percent of our electrical power relies on today.

Invent neon light.

Prove wireless power.

Explain the harms of x-rays.

Discovery the electron (over 7 years before J. J. Thomson)

Invent radio (Marconi was a hack).

Discover radioactivity (Marie Curie was over a year behind) .

Discover cosmic rays (23 years before Victor Hess) .

Invent remote control.

Prove the existence of stationary waves.

Send a current around earth faster than the speed of light in experiments at Colorado Springs in 1899 (yes… this is a fact).

Explain the photoelectric effect (4 years before Einstein).

Discovery the neutron.

Invent a particle beam weapon.

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she’s right you know

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A Massachusetts police chief blasted Democrat Sen. Elizabeth Warren after she labeled every facet of the criminal justice system “racist.”

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Chris Cuomo DEFENDED #Antifa thugs after they literally attacked journalists and police in Charlottesville over the weekend