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this looks like something out of a horror movie like imagine that thing tunring around and having a people face and walking on two feet

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Daytona Beach father beats man he found raping child, police say
A Daytona Beach father who walked in on a man sexually battering his 11-year-old son Friday said he did what he had a right to do and beat the man unconscious leaving him in a puddle of blood, according to a 9-1-1 call.
“I just walked in a grown man molesting …,” the upset father told a dispatcher. “And I got him in a bloody puddle for you officer.”
Police responding to the Daytona Beach home at 1:07 a.m. Friday after the father called them found Raymond Frolander, 18, of Holly Hill lying motionless on the living room floor. Frolander had several knots on his face and was bleeding from the mouth, an arrest report shows.
The 35-year-old unidentified father told police that he walked in on Frolander and interrupted him as Frolander sexually battered the boy.
Asked if any weapons were involved, the father said “my foot and my fist.”
“I didn’t proceed to ask him any questions sir,” the father said. “He is nice and knocked out on the floor for you. I drug him out to the living room.”
Asked if the man was injured, the father said he believed Frolander needed help.
“Send an ambulance. He is going to need one,” the father said.

This is literally the only thing you can do in the situation short of actual murder.

‘“He stood up and his pants were around his ankles and NOTHING ELSE NEEDED TO BE SAID,” the father said. “I did whatever I got a right to do except I didn’t kill him.”
“You are damn lucky boy that I love my God,” the man said on the telephone to 9-1-1.”

I’m glad he did that

I’m fucking crying right now. the bold and italicize is mine. No conversation. No questions to the child as to whats going on. No questions to the molester as to what he’s doing with his pants at his ankles in front of a child. God Bless that boys father. God bless him. Omg….I’m crying. That baby will always know that his Daddy protected him WITHOUT QUESTION. That baby will KNOW that he is always safe.

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Daytona Beach father beats man he found raping child, police say

A Daytona Beach father who walked in on a man sexually battering his 11-year-old son Friday said he did what he had a right to do and beat the man unconscious leaving him in a puddle of blood, according to a 9-1-1 call.

“I just walked in a grown man molesting …,” the upset father told a dispatcher. “And I got him in a bloody puddle for you officer.”

Police responding to the Daytona Beach home at 1:07 a.m. Friday after the father called them found Raymond Frolander, 18, of Holly Hill lying motionless on the living room floor. Frolander had several knots on his face and was bleeding from the mouth, an arrest report shows.

The 35-year-old unidentified father told police that he walked in on Frolander and interrupted him as Frolander sexually battered the boy.

Asked if any weapons were involved, the father said “my foot and my fist.”

“I didn’t proceed to ask him any questions sir,” the father said. “He is nice and knocked out on the floor for you. I drug him out to the living room.”

Asked if the man was injured, the father said he believed Frolander needed help.

“Send an ambulance. He is going to need one,” the father said.

This is literally the only thing you can do in the situation short of actual murder.

“He stood up and his pants were around his ankles and NOTHING ELSE NEEDED TO BE SAID,” the father said. “I did whatever I got a right to do except I didn’t kill him.”

“You are damn lucky boy that I love my God,” the man said on the telephone to 9-1-1.”

I’m glad he did that

I’m fucking crying right now. the bold and italicize is mine. No conversation. No questions to the child as to whats going on. No questions to the molester as to what he’s doing with his pants at his ankles in front of a child. God Bless that boys father. God bless him. Omg….I’m crying. That baby will always know that his Daddy protected him WITHOUT QUESTION. That baby will KNOW that he is always safe.

Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone. me (via triplegoddesss)
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 if you are having a bad day, take a look at this.

I guess i found my most favorite gif..

Makes everything better seriously

nakedspirits:

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 if you are having a bad day, take a look at this.

I guess i found my most favorite gif..

Makes everything better seriously

I’ve been thinking about something lately.

Imagine this:

You’re on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They’re a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. “Flight attendants take your seats now”, you hear, the pilot’s voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you’ve just been hit with a football. That’s what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.

Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you’re remarkably fixed on one vision – your parents. They’re sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that’s that.

Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down – hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall – you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you’ve just been granted life in overtime.

Here’s the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven’t spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can’t you be bothered with anymore? What’s the new you like?

Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

John Mayer (via contrafuckingband)

Never in a million years did I ever think I’d find myself here. Feeling completely hopeless, and miserable. It sucks that I lost my best friend and my soulmate and what’s worst is that there’s no way to fix anything and make it better. There’s absolutely nothing I could do to make things different.

😔💔😢😐

How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts. kmr (disastrous-heartache)

im gonna be hot in a few years i swear

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Love this

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Love this

dippincountryboy:

I need a few cold beers, pizza, some rough sex, then cuddle and watch Netflix.

90sbitchdotcom:

I miss you so much 😔 on We Heart It.

90sbitchdotcom:

I miss you so much 😔 on We Heart It.

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themoonphase:

I think the biggest turn on is knowing you turned someone else on.

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