PLEASE IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHERE MY HUSBAND IS SHARE IT WITH ME OR THE MASON OHIO PD
PLEASE SHARE THIS POST TO HELP FIND MY HUSBAND
Dillon Alexander Williams went to Kings Island with me and my mother Melanie Dean but is now nowhere to be found. Last time I saw him was at the Build a Bear in Kings Island and he seemed completely fine. After hours of security searching they discovered my husband was no longer in the park and hadn’t been since 11 am. He was seen on camera walking out of the park, through the Soak City parking lot and out towards the Sunoco on the other side of the street.
He was last seen wearing black jeans, pink converse, a red and black Deadpool letterman jacket and a Marie the cat beanie like in the pictures I’ve provided.
I’ve been asking around and no one has seen him. This is legitimately the most terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, please, if you have ANY info call the Mason PD or send me a PM on here. I just want my husband home.
Dillon ran from abuse. Here’s FB posts for context. PLEASE DO NOT GET INVOLVED WITH THE FB THREAD ANY FURTHER…. it’s being made impossible to not only navigate but for Dillon’s very own family and friends to communicate and be heard. They don’t need your two cents on the situation. How can complete strangers tell them what’s best when we obviously don’t even have the full story and they do?
Heathens all of you, this is none of your business… what we should be doing is debunking this tumblr post.
Yikes.
Just in case she deletes these like people say she might, shes a bit more than obsessed
Shame on her for lying and tryong to get Tumblr to do her dirty work.
Theres no missing person report on Mason PD’s website or news article anywhere on this.
Look up the facts, guys.
Addition with another screenshot because:
The very last paragraph is a MAJORred flag in itself considering all the screenshots we’ve already seen. Yes, she IS wrongfully labeling Dillon as schizophrenic.
STOP CONTACTING THE AUTHORITIES and STOP CONTACTING HUFFLEPUFF-RAVE TO FIND DILLON.Dillon is an ABUSE VICTIM trying to ESCAPE an ABUSE situation and contacting PDs/his own abuser like this is NOT helping him.
I just hope most of the notes from this post are from people who have seen this version of it.
Dear girls, be intensely wary of men considerably older than you obsessed with “mentoring” you. They’re most likely trying to groom you. Speaking from experience.
I want to make it clear I’m not just speaking to underage/teen girls. Any younger girl, and this can happen to not that young women as well.
Just because the guy isn’t technically a pedophile, doesn’t make him any less predatory. When you’re in your 20s you may not be a kid anymore, but you’re not fully developed as an adult either. You’re still vulnerable to predators who have the advantage of more experience and thus tools you don’t yet have, in addition to the other advantage of power imbalance due to gendered relations.
A man who wants to be your mentor, especially if he says he wants to “shape” you or anything similar, is a man who’s trying to turn you into his puppet, to make you “develop” (be molded) into the girl/woman that serves his pleasure, even if not directly sexual.
There’s predators who get off on the intellectual performance of the younger female objects of their obsessions. There’s predators who get off on your social development fitting their not-necessarily sexual fantasies. There’s predators who get off on the idea of taking a depressed girl and becoming her “savior”.
There’s people who get off to feet and fucking statues, you best believe there’s predators who get immense satisfaction from mental games against vulnerable girls/women even if they’re not (directly) sexual. And even if those things aren’t sexual at all to you, it will fuck you up. Because you’ll know or feel that you’re being used against your will, that you’re not being treated as a human, you’ll feel trapped, you’ll feel controlled, you’ll feel hopeless and disgusted with what he’s turning you into.
It’s about control, it’s about possession, it’s about ownership of who you are, it’s about having the perfect doll to play with.
It’s about you becoming mentally, emotionally, intellectually, socially dependent on them. It’s about a boost of their egos.
Regardless of your age, but especially if you’re considerably younger than him, and you see signs of him being fixated on this, RUN AS SOON AS YOU CAN.
Can people reblog this version? Because I’m tired of people who supposedly care about abuse victims dropping any concern and compassion for female victims of grooming as soon as a girl turns 18 like she wasn’t a literal kid five minutes ago.
My name is Emmett, and those are my service dogs. I have PTSD and a seizure disorder as a direct result of the physical, emotional and sexual trauma I endured at the hands of Larry Etter and I’m asking everyone here on tumblr to help ensure my abuser is NOT released early from prison on parole.
Larry Dell Etter, my former stepfather, is a violent criminal who raped me from ages 4-16.
PLEASE take five minutes from your busy day and send an email to the Texas Department of Criminal Justice urging the parole board to deny his application for parole. All information needed is in the above photos.
Please, help me protect the children he would come into contact with.
Please, write a letter in hopes that no one else can be hurt by this man.
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PLEASE REBLOG AND MAKE THIS SPREAD LIKE WILDFIRE
Yondu
smiles at that and sits next to him. “Yes and no. The implant gives
signal but the will to make it sing and fly is from our hearts… our
drive…I haven’t gotten it to fly for a while….” whistles the arrow
flashing but doesn’t move and sighs.
Carlos felt his heart clench. “God… how long has this been going on? Have you had the implant checked? Maybe there’s a connection issue to your brain or your nerves or something…”
“It’s none of that it’s fine. Had it checked……. it’s….. it’s because I’m….. sad….. I guess you could say….upset…. depressed…… nothing to do about that but…. let it… run its course I guess..” sighs and flops backwards on the bed looking up at the ceiling.
Carlos looked at Yondu. “And carry a side-arm,” he said dryly. Carlos
sighed deeply. God… he didn’t want this. Carlos lay down next to
Yondu, but propped up on his elbow so he could look down at him. “I’m
sorry… maybe I shouldn’t have let it get this far. I had no idea that
that thing was connected to your emotions.” He sighed. “No wonder you
try to be so callus in front of the rest of the crew.”
Yondu looks at him nodding and sighs. “I’ll tell you something…. notveven my boys know…..not fully. My parents sold me as a baby to the kree slavers to spare them. No clue if they were or not don’t care. I was barley out of the pouch when I was put in chains and collar and branded. I was to be raised as a weapon. A battle slave for protection and most of all entertainment…… I was kept in a small cage when not being used compared to other centaurians I’m stunted if anything in the nexus books are accurate. I was stunted because one… I was a runt and two no proper nutrients……. when I whistled I killed my first master and as punishment they sawed off my fin. Thinking it would keep me from attacking again…… I killed 4 other masters…. teeth.. claws… bludgeon then I whistled again and I killed with a arrow….. it was erratic…. uncontrolled because my fin was gone…. the kree were interested…. I became a project for there scientists…. the cut and drilled into my brain creating a synthetic fin…. the recovery was escrucuating….but it worked…… what they didn’t count on was the dangerous weapon they unleashed with no kill switch. I killed everyone in that base. Every last one of them. And say there until the ravagers came… wanting a fun fight and supplies and all they found was me….”
Carlos just stared wide-eyed at Yondu. “Jesus… I had no idea,” he said softly. Without thinking Carlos curled in and put an arm around Yondu, giving him a side-ways hug as they lay there on the bed. “I’m so sorry, Yondu… that’s terrible…”
N-no…please…don’t…you
don’t understand…they’ll…kill me…if they find out that I told
someone…*max is shaking and sobbing uncontrollably*
Carlos: Which is exactly why you’re not going back to them.
David: *is rubbing Max’s back and at first is confused at
Carlos. But he quickly nods* Absolutely! You shouldn’t go back to a place that
will only hurt you!
B-but I have no where to go…I have to go back…
Carlos: Right now, you have camp. So you’ll be here until
the end of the summer. It’s the perfect time to call CPS and have that house
checked out. David and I will both attest to what you’ve told us. If you have
any relatives…
I don’t…have any…please…don’t call…please…I have nowhere…I have to go back…
David: Then I’ll take you! You’re not going somewhere where
people don’t appreciate how wonderful you really are!
N…no…you don’t have to…I wouldn’t be worth it…I’m too much trouble…
Hush up, Max – you are completely
worth it! I’m not going to let some people make your life hell just because
they gave birth to you!
N-no…please…don’t…you
don’t understand…they’ll…kill me…if they find out that I told
someone…*max is shaking and sobbing uncontrollably*
Carlos: Which is exactly why you’re not going back to them.
David: *is rubbing Max’s back and at first is confused at
Carlos. But he quickly nods* Absolutely! You shouldn’t go back to a place that
will only hurt you!
B-but I have no where to go…I have to go back…
Carlos: Right now, you have camp. So you’ll be here until
the end of the summer. It’s the perfect time to call CPS and have that house
checked out. David and I will both attest to what you’ve told us. If you have
any relatives…
*max
curls in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his
face in them* *he starts crying* stop…lying! You’re lying! It
wasnt…just…an accident…
I don’t lie, Max. I’m a scientist – it’s the
complete opposite of what I do. Go on… Take a deep breath. Why don’t you tell David what happened?
I…I tried to kill myself…b-because…my parents…they…
//hey can you play David because I can’t think of what to have him react as//
*David looks to Carlos, who just nods slightly at him. He
looked at Max, setting a hand on the bed*
David: Go on, Max. I’m listening.
He’s…not my real dad…but he…he acts like…nothing happened…and my…mom says…she…says I’m a devil…she…*he breaks off, trying to collect himself enough to continue*
David: I… it’s okay, Max. Take your time. *starts looking around
and finds a tissue box beside the in-room sink. He quickly moves to get it and
sits back down, setting the box down beside Max and pulling a tissue for him.*
*Carlos just sits and watches Max*
*he takes a deep breath* um…she said…I’m a devil…because I like boys…and…and…she would hit…me…and her boyfriend…hated me…and…*he breaks off, sobbing* *he reaches out to david*
*David immediately leans in and gathers Max up in his arms,
trying to be careful of his ribs.*
David: Oh, Max – I had no idea! There, there… I’m here. Oh, Max, I am so sorry…
*David is shocked and he holds Max closer* Max… Oh my god.
No, no, don’t be sorry, kiddo. Max, I didn’t know. Don’t be sorry, Max, it’s not your fault.
They’re wrong – they’re so wrong.
*Carlos just frowns as he contemplates this new revelation.
He decides to himself that action must
be taken*
P-please don’t tell…anyone…I…it’s fine…I know they…don’t mean to…it’s…they…please…don’t tell…they’ll…be mad…
*david is shocked* What? Whether they mean it or not, Max, you don’t tell someone to die! When I see your parents, there will be some very harsh words from me!
Carlos: They’d get a harsh fist from me. *mutters
angrily*
David: Well, I don’t want to advocate violence in front of an impressionable youth, but to be
perfectly truthful… yes, that is also a very real possibility.
*max
curls in on himself, pulling his knees to his chest and burying his
face in them* *he starts crying* stop…lying! You’re lying! It
wasnt…just…an accident…
I don’t lie, Max. I’m a scientist – it’s the
complete opposite of what I do. Go on… Take a deep breath. Why don’t you tell David what happened?
I…I tried to kill myself…b-because…my parents…they…
//hey can you play David because I can’t think of what to have him react as//
*David looks to Carlos, who just nods slightly at him. He
looked at Max, setting a hand on the bed*
David: Go on, Max. I’m listening.
He’s…not my real dad…but he…he acts like…nothing happened…and my…mom says…she…says I’m a devil…she…*he breaks off, trying to collect himself enough to continue*
David: I… it’s okay, Max. Take your time. *starts looking around
and finds a tissue box beside the in-room sink. He quickly moves to get it and
sits back down, setting the box down beside Max and pulling a tissue for him.*
*Carlos just sits and watches Max*
*he takes a deep breath* um…she said…I’m a devil…because I like boys…and…and…she would hit…me…and her boyfriend…hated me…and…*he breaks off, sobbing* *he reaches out to david*
*David immediately leans in and gathers Max up in his arms,
trying to be careful of his ribs.*
David: Oh, Max – I had no idea! There, there… I’m here. Oh, Max, I am so sorry…
*David is shocked and he holds Max closer* Max… Oh my god.
No, no, don’t be sorry, kiddo. Max, I didn’t know. Don’t be sorry, Max, it’s not your fault.
They’re wrong – they’re so wrong.
*Carlos just frowns as he contemplates this new revelation.
He decides to himself that action must
be taken*
The Perfect Scientist 