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Relationship status: Single my whole ass life and it ain’t looking like it’s gonna change any time soon

Favourite colour: I like maroon a lot but I’ve recently been digging yellow

Three Favourite foods: Chicken Alfredo, breakfast burritos, Ben and Jerry’s ‘Netflix and chill’d’ Icecream

Song Stuck in my head: Bad Bitch from Tokyo by Pop Smoke

Last song I listened to: God’s eyes by Roddy Ricch

Last thing I googled: what are the minerals in Earth’s crust

Time: 13:28

Dream Trip: Either Italy or any hot ass beach that I can sit in the sand and day drink Pina Colada’s all day

Something I want: not to sound touch starved or anything, but a hug

Thank you @catxsnow !!

Relationship status: taken. Yup but they accept my love for my Bat and ME boys. And Bucky lol

Favorite color: purple! And red/black

Three favorite foods: chicken Alfredo too!! Pizza and pozole

Song stuck in my head: Living on a prayer by Bob Jovi

Last song I listened to: Wonderwall by Oasis

Last thing I googled: Little Caesars for food lol

Time: 1:17

Dream trip: Italy 💜 and the Australia Zoo

Something I want: for the world to be sane. Also to have cold weather snuggles

Thank you for the tag @foenixphire

Relationship status: I am physically single but I’m mentally in 6 relationships with fictional characters....

Favorite color: Purple, baby blue, and green!

Three favourite foods: Pozole, soup(any kind), and Mole(NOT THE ANIMAL)

Song stuck in my head: Como Queriendo y No cover by Alex Fernández

Last song I listened to: Ungodly Hour by CholexHalle

Last thing I googled: “Alejandro Fernández concert”

Time: 9:36pm

Dream Trip: Russia, Mexico and Spain

Something I want: I want the weather to get colder so I can bring out my sweaters and I would like to be a sugar baby.

Summary: You were having a really bad day.  Conner decides to help cheer you up and make sure your drunk ass doesn’t face plant on the side walk.

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a/n: Special thanks to @anothertimdrakestan for helping with the ending and helping with editing! Love you, Elle!

warnings: alcohol and swearing and author does not know how alcohol works.  No one is under the drinking age. This may benefit from more editing. 

“Mosht people are jusht the careful scaffolding of complexshesh,” you slurred, your face red, head half buried in your arms, and golden ear cuffs winking under the dim bar lights.

“You somehow still sound like a fucking nerd even you’re when drunk,” Conner laughed throwing his head back, handsome face stretched with a cheeky smile.  “You look like a mess,” he said softly, reaching out for your cheek.

“Fuhk you! Not eberyone can be born too pretty for their own guhd- how did yah evehn know I was here? It was Tim wasn’t it! ”

“Good guess buuuut it was actually Bart” Conner explained casually taking a seat next to you as you lifted your head momentarily before plopping it back down to stare at the amber gloss of the drink. The light from the ceiling seemed to dance so elegantly in your eyes even as you wrinkled your brows. “That rat,” you cursed miserably into your arm. 

Across from you, a pretty brunette shot you two a wink and without looking you could tell Conner flirted in kind. Normally, you’d have the audacity to steal the girl’s attention away before Conner could even make a proper move but tonight you were in absolutely no mood to be charming. In fact, you were sloshed. You didn’t know whether it was the fourth or fifth drink that did it but there you were sitting next to one of the most attractive people he knew with your makeup smeared and  eyes still swollen and puffy. You kind of just want a portal to open up and swallow you.

 The brunette made a motion to her friends which indicated that she was gonna try her luck and you wished her the best of luck. You bit your soft lips before pressing them into a pout. It took everything in Conner not to kiss you on the spot. Be the responsible one they said. It would be fun, they said. 

“We should go. You’re-”

“Have fun,” you said, patting him on the shoulder, cutting him off curtly; placing some cash on the bar before leaving. The buxom brunette approached Conner placing a hand on the shoulder you’d just touched moments before. He didn’t seem to notice her, his mind still lingering on the warmth of your hand.  Before she can say anything, he pivots and runs towards you .

The casual slump in your shoulders in place of your usual elegance was a pretty good indication that you would probably fall in a gutter before you got home. Conner highly doubted  you could see straight. 

“I can’t believe Roz let you get this sloshed without checking on you,” He joked bringing one of your arms over his shoulder and slinging his own arm around you for balance. You walked like a newborn horse. It was incredibly embarrassing and you wanted to die. Conner, on the other hand, just found it incredibly hilarious.

 "She’s out getting into her own brand of sloshed at a bachelorette party,“

"Huh. Didn’t know she was the wedding type. Thought she hated going to those,”

“She’s the stripper,” You deadpanned, sounding abnormally sober.  With that Conner let out a genuinely hearty laugh. You would trade all the martinis, dackories, and margaritas in the world just to get drunk on that laugh. 

“That reminds me,” Conner drawled, adjusting his hold feeling just how shaky you were from the late October Metropolis weather pressing you closer to his warm body. You kind of wanted to melt into his side but you had too much pride. “Bart never said why you were out here getting shit faced,” You frowned at him but couldn’t really muster any sharpness into your expression.

 There were lots of reasons to get ‘shit faced’ even in shiny Metropolis. You twitched your nose and mouth side to side gathering the makings of a sentence. Where do you even start? Your little sister got suspended, your mother (who somehow found out you were in Metropolis) is either demanding money or for you to drop everything to go back home to help around the house (translation: help out with the bills while babysitting your siblings), Bats and some other league members were on your ass for the last mission (probably the only thing on this list you found reasonable),  this morning, you got fired from your library job so they could hire Marco’s girlfriend (who is in fact a perfectly nice person which means you can’t really hate her), or the dozens of little annoyances such as Bart not being able to keep his trap shut. 

“This week was just a little much," 

A long moment of silence passes between you. Uncharacteristic for Conner but it was cute that he thought silence would make you fess up. 

"You know I could have gone home on my own. That brunette looked like she was up for a good time," 

"Yeah right. Also you’re welcome." 

"You’re right. Thank you for getting blue balled this fine evening to escort me” you didn’t want to be prickly but Conner was being too nice and that made your skin crawl. Why couldn’t he be mean to you right now like a normal person? 

“First off, she wasn’t even my type-” You raised a brow. 

“Kon, her tits were the size of Jupiter-" 

"Did you really  just say 'tits’?" 

You threw him a scowl clearly sobering up from irritation.

"Shut up. Point iiiis, you didn’t have to-”

“You just said-”

“Oh for the love of- yes, I said tits. Speaking of which you should be staring at some instead of having to lug my sorry ass around on this fabulous Friday evening."  Your hand fluttering, gesturing vaguely in the air.

"Eh. There’ll be other Fridays” Kon shrugged.  Pulling you closer and some selfish part of you felt relieved. 

———-

Much to your surprise (you really ought not to be), Roz wasn’t home yet which meant you had to dig out the keys from the secret hiding spot- another hassle. You reached out peeling a hilariously well concealed hole in the wall and fished out the set of jingling keys. Conner looked like he was between amusement and bewilderment. Good enough.  At least, this stopped Conner’s 30 minute TED Talk about the new 70s sitcom he’d found. 

You two entered the shoe box apartment clumsily thanks to your disastrous limbs. 

You blew out a breath and muttered a thanks as Conner helped you plop onto the couch.  Though, it was more like gravity decided to magnetize your body to the couch and Conner just let it happen. 

You shut his eyes for a moment wrapping a ragged blanket around you. You made a mental note to raid the thrift store for a new one. Preferably one void of holes. 

“So what’s up and don’t you dare say it was nothing. I’ve never seen you this hammered before,” He said handing you a mug of steaming hot chocolate. 

“Does it occur to you that I might get hammered like this often and you might just not see it? Who knows maybe I’m actually a functional alcoholic?" 

"Ok, first off, you are barely functional. Second, that might be your weakest deflection yet.  Try again," 

"Ok… did it occur-" 

"I didn’t mean it lite- just tell me what happened. Everyone’s worried," 

You stared at the steam rising from the fresh cup of cocoa. It was none of Conner’s business. It was no one’s business.  Your friends were too goddamn nice. Blowing out another breath, you said "You might wanna sit down too," 

Conner takes his own mug of hot cocoa and sits next to you because for some reason eye contact made you a better liar and Conner for all his dumb decisions wasn’t gonna let  you off the hook that easily.  You shifted uncomfortably and muttered about either Cassie or Roz ratting you out. He assumed it was the eye contact thing. Conner felt a little offended. He might not be Tim but he’s smart enough to figure it out on his own. Despite his hurt feelings and bruised ego, he decided to table that and focus on the current issue or, likely, issues.

 "Do you want it in alphabetical order?" 

"Please tell me you can actually do that,” Conner teased with a wide grin. You couldn’t fight off a smile forming on your face. “Sadly, I am not Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. My brain cells work like a normal person’s,”

“Didn’t you die?" 

"Death only fixes stupid when you stay dead. You’ve seen Red Hood and whichever other Ex-Robin has been to the pearly gates,”

“You say that as if Jason wouldn’t tell the big man to fuck off," 

You blinked and turned your head up to the ceiling. "Ok that’s true,” You conceded, your mouth twitching rapidly from side to side making you look like an exasperated rabbit.  Cute.

“So what’s up?" 

 All the good mood from the past few minutes dissipated in an instant. You looked down solemnly at the still steaming mug. You were silent for what felt like an eternity. 

 "It’s family- Immediate.  And the source of all evil-"  

 "Lex Corp?" 

You snorted a shy tired smile cracked across your face.  You shook your head. Those little gestures just make Conner feel a little warmer. You, on the other hand, cursed at how easily Conner could make you laugh. You were  supposed to be sad damn it. 

"Money,” Conner knew immediate family was always a sore spot for you. No one knew the specifics except Roz but that was inevitable when you’re cousins.  Money was also a sore spot and based on your near dead tone. You’ve either lost a lot of it or you’re in a tight spot but not ready to elaborate. 

“Wanna try buying a lottery ticket?”

“What?”

“Who knows you might get lucky?" 

"You could have gotten lucky you if you-" 

"Are you seriously gonna keep bringing that up?" 

"Yes, most likely. Depends," 

"On what?!" 

"On whether I can think of something funnier to give you shit about or if you can convince me-whatever the fuck you’re thinking of doing stop!"Conner’s cheeky grin did not disappear nor did the faint flush on your cheeks. 

"I wasn’t thinking of anything, you sick pervert” he laughed. You really should have been exasperated with Conner. You tried damn it. You looked at him skeptically before violently letting his head rest on Conner’s shoulder causing the other boy to fall over. 

“Aaaaaaawwwww babe , if you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so," 

You wanted to. In fact,  both of you wanted to. But unfortunately neither of you were martian and neither of you was willing to say jack.  You closed your eyes trying to pretend Conner wasn’t a little shit. Conner radiated too much smug for that though. 

"Shut up,” You mumbled into Conner’s shoulder already feeling sleep pull him under. You clung to him. Maybe just for tonight you can indulge in this. Just for a little while you can cling to Conner’s warmth. Maybe in the morning your head will ache too much to remember this. Waking up alone wouldn’t be too painful then. Hopefully. 

—————

You woke up feeling like a troop of Can Caning hippos decided to host a live performance all over your head. You sighed remembering that you had in fact run out of Aspirin just days before so you decided on just lying there and praying that Roz also needed Aspirin and  had more energy to run to the store. 

You settled in nuzzling in to the warm- 

Wait. It was October. 

Nothing in the apartment should be warm. 

NOTHING. 

Then, you heard it.  A LOUD snore. It honestly sounded more like the roar of an engine than anything.  Everything else followed. The slow rising and falling of the chest beneath you, the press of stubble against your forehead, and the strong arms loosely wrapped around you. 

Yeah. You died again. Yeah. You finally went to heaven. Yup. You were ok with that. You were  definitely 100% A Ok with this if this was heaven. Being held tenderly by the guy you liked while you got a good night’s sleep was definitely heaven. God, you were such a sap.  

How the hell you missed all of that baffled you.

 Oh wait. Dancing hippos. Fuck. 

Your head felt like it was threatening to crack open but somehow you honestly could not mind even if you tried. You were  laying on top of a hot (literally and metaphorically) guy mutually cuddling. You nuzzled into the junction between Conner’s neck and shoulder in an attempt to steal more warmth. Sure, you were probably gonna go deaf from the snoring. Sure, you were definitely irritated by the stubble pressed against your face. And sure, you would probably die of embarrassment once Conner woke up. You could worry about all that later. All you could think about was how nicely your arms fit around Conner’s neck and how Conner’s arms wrap around you a little tighter in return. 

Click. 

Click. 

You could hear the distinct sound of your own camera shutter. Each sound chipped away at your peace of mind. You lifted your head only to see Roz holding your camera. 

TAKING PICTURES. 

Your cousin was nothing if not a petty opportunist. 

“I would tell you to get a room buuuut the only bedroom iiiiis preeeeeeetty occupied,” Roz drawled  smugly way too pleased with herself. You opened his mouth to ask but you’d already made the mistake of walking in on Roz and a guest once and you were  pretty sure you needed more therapy for that than you did for your murder. You just sighed as Roz took another picture.

“Come on, (y/n), smile a little,”

“I’m not smiling for your blackmail material,”

Roz gasped trying to sound scandalized. She failed, only sounding amused beyond belief. “It’s only blackmail if you’re ashamed of it. Personally, I think you’re scoring big time,”

“Roz please just fuck off before you wake him up,”

“Too fuckin’ late for that. He’s been awake for awhile,” 

You could  feel Conner smiling into your hair and his arms wrap around you  a little tighter. You tried to straighten up. To tower over him. To look intimidating. 

But…. you couldn’t. You were kind of trapped because, yanno,  super strength.

 You were seething and threw a scowl at Conner who only chuckled at you in response.  

“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?” You snarled, clearly exasperated and feeling the hippos start their encore performance. 

“ Mmmmmm, it depends,” Nope. The hippos did not only come back for an encore. They brought friends. Based on the absolutely smug look on Conner’s face, you were in for an entire parade. 

You let out a breath not sure if you wanted to play this game but not really seeing any other options.  “On what?“

Conner paused and hummed and hummed and hummed some more as if he was actually thinking but you knew from the crook of his lips that he had this planned out. Maybe not this exact scenario but something close“Go out on a date with me,”

You blinked then rolled your eyes theatrically enough that your head rolled along with it.   “And be seen with you in public?” You teased, an almost sheepish smile tugging at your features.

Yeah, Conner wasn’t exactly expecting you to say yes.

 “Yeah. Sure. Why not?” You said playing it off as casually as possible but you couldn’t help but mirror the absolutely goofy grin plastered on Conner’s face.  His happiness was infectious. You felt weightless. It was probably the fact that you were floating with him but you were pretty sure you were just on cloud nine. You were doomed. Definitely, inevitable, indubitably doomed. Even though everything has been shit up to now. The happiness radiating off of Conner was enough to make everything feel a little better.  

Thank you so much for reading!

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I wanted to do another picrew tag because I love them so much! Here’s the link for it.

I love these so much so always feel free to tag me in them!

I really like this one! It was very cute!

I’m actually wearing this very outfit right now sshshsh

Hello it is I, the sweatshirt mongrel. I own this sweatshirt and wear it constantly.

Thnx for the tag, Aubrey!!

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There I am! I own clothes that look exactly like that so 😆 and I don’t know how to use a brush so my hair is always a bit messy.

SASJDFHSJKF THIS DOES NOT LOOK LIKE ME BUT I LOVE IT 

My hair has more blonde in it at the ends (until I get it dyed 👀) but this is pretty close, I guess 😂

this is my best try haha @birdy-bat-writes tell me how i did i feel like it’s bad idk 🤷‍♀️ but i promise i am as nerdy as i look 😂

Thanks for the tag @anothertimdrakestan​! I spent way too much time on this!

Thanks for the tag @offendedfishnoises THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE

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This was too much fun!(she took longer then I’d like to admit)

one more part until the MID-SERIES FINALE. After Part 10, I’ll be taking a break from this series and post a few SMUTTY ONE SHOTS HEHE THEN  I’ll continue the I Don’t Hate You series with Part 11 onwards. 

WORDS: 4286 (another short one) WARNINGS: fluffy first date between two idiots 

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Familiarity.

At times, when it does come with the idea of comfort, the moment it’s stripped away, it becomes difficult to part with. And it may have been repulsive at the first glance, something you never would have thought you’d grow fond of. But the rustic smell of old books, the dust that stuck to your fingers against the covers, that one wheel of your cart that squeaks a lot, those were things you’ve grown familiar with, grown fond of.

Summary: The Red Hood has been on your tail for months.  Confrontations get heated with each meeting. What seems hopeless finally  becomes hopeful when he ambushes you in your safe house.  

/ You know why I like you, Red? Because you’re a bad boy. But ya know what happens when bad boys meet bad girls like me? They get punished.

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: angst, smut, adult language, vague mentions of trauma

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I JUST WANT YA’LL TO KNOW THIS BEFORE YA’LL READ THIS SINFUL, SINFUL FIC.

1. THIS IS, BY FAR, THE LONGEST SINGLE SMUT FIC I’VE DONE IN MY YEARS AND IT’S DEFINITELY BECOME ONE OF MY FAVORITES 2. YES, THIS IS THE ONLY PART OF THE COMMANDER SERIES THAT CENTERS MOSTLY ON SMUT WITHOUT STORY PROGRESSION 3. I NEEDED A LONG, COLD ASS SHOWER AFTER THIS  4. IF YOU CAN, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SMUT FICS I’VE WRITTEN MYSELF AND I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE ANY RESPONSE

WORDS: 2724 WORDS OF PURE SMUT  WARNINGS: IDK IF THE ABOVE MESSAGE IS ENOUGH. THIS IS PUUUUURE SMUT.  (with some fluff hihi)

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It was like music.

Sweet, mellow music, a continuous flow she didn’t want to end so soon.

So she took her time, and so did he. Jason slowly undid the lace of her joggers while he continued to stare lovingly at her. His eyes had long undressed her, pushed her to her stomach and had thrust into her before his body had even started to do the same.

But he took his time.

Summary: The Red Hood has been on your tail for months. Confrontations get heated with each meeting. What seems hopeless finally becomes hopeful when he ambushes you in your safe house.

/ It was a kiss from the tips of your toes, threatening to make you fall deeper into whatever pit of madness love called its home.

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, adult language, vague mentions of trauma

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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.

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