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Toronto Off-Duty Officer and Brother Given Slap On The Wrist After Blinding Young Man

Ontario Superior Court Judge Joseph Di Luca delivered a verdict today in the case of an off-duty Toronto police officer and his brother, Const. Michael Theriault and Christian Theriault, who were accused of beating Dafonte Miller on December 28, 2016.

During the trial, Miller, 19 at the time of the incident, told the court that more than three years ago, in the early hours of the morning, he was walking with his friends in Whitby, Ontario when two men standing in a garage began questioning him. Miller said the two men started to chase him between homes before they eventually began beating him. He said Michael used a metal pipe, while Christian used his hands and feet.

 According to Miller’s lawyers, his left eye was entirely dislodged and split into four, leading him to lose his ability to see out of this eye entirely and he also had trouble seeing out of his right eye. He also suffered injuries including a broken orbital bone, bruised ribs, broken nose and a fractured wrist.

.In a virtual court proceeding Friday morning, the judge found Michael Theriault guilty of assault, but not aggravated assault. 

He was also found not guilty of attempting to obstruct justice in connection to the case. Christian Theriault, meanwhile, was found not guilty on both counts.

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Boiling years of struggle and thoughts around names down into a small zine wasn’t easy, but I’m proud to announce I’ve found a name that fills me with joy instead of dread. 

I’m Ellory, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

yeah im going home

Doot doot

yall 😭

Megan got shot and Tory got arrested. Kylie went home, happy, to post this pic:

Choose your friends wisely…

Meaning let’s stop fucking validating the Kardashian-Jenners (and other White women) who only care about Black people when they want mixed babies and to appropriate our cultureeeee.

I said what I said.

Baby Daddy Stanley | HC

Pairing: SugarDaddy!Stan Uris x Reader (21+)

Warnings: Fluff, some language, alcohol, mention of sex, mention of a Sugar Daddy kind of relationship, also mention of unprotected sex, an implicit breeding kink and unplanned pregnancy

A/n: I know it’s Stanley again, I’m sorry. The man just won’t go away from my thoughts and people were talking about this concept at @soulwillower asks the other day so EXCUSE ME, I do be simping over it

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Stan and you met at a bar once

You entered the place with a couple of college friends alongside you

And he knew you were going to be his the moment he first laid his eyes on you, over his whiskey glass, while his friend Eddie talked about issues involving the company they worked for

You were the quieter among the other girls ordering beers by the counter

And you ordered a dry martini, what made him smirk from distance

He didn’t hesitate approaching you the moment your friends left for the bathroom

And you let him buy you a drink because he had the smoothest voice you’ve ever heard

And the rest is history

It all ended up with an “informal relationship” between the two of you

Or, more explicitly, he was your sugar daddy

He was in his early forties, although he had the minimum grayish strands through his curls

And you on your twenties, fresh out of college

You had your loft, he had his apartment, but you’d regularly sleep at each other’s places

He liked spoiling you, yes, but you knew it was not the top of the game for you

Neither was the amazing sex, although it always made you sore and smiley the next day

Things went like that for almost a year when what happened, happened

You found yourself at your bathroom, looking at a pee-stick

You’d call that devilish little thing like that

Because it had two strong blue marks popping at you

And you were already feeling sick of your stomach, but that made you throw up again right away

You were absolutely not ready

Too young, too unprepared, too everything-that-for-sure-wouldn’t-go-with-that-situation

And you just didn’t know how to tell Stan he was going to be a daddy

A real daddy

So you ended up mumbling it when he came home later, after his job

He had rolled up sleeves and a loosen tie

Bringing you Wendy’s because he felt you down lately and that was his “princess’ favorite, in spite of being pure crap”

He always said that like he didn’t ate a whole pack of fries in a blink

And you mumbled the news while he was putting the bags down onto your counter

“You’re... What?”

He didn’t sound angry, but you couldn’t judge how he looked like because you couldn’t see his face

“I’m pregnant”

He remained silent for a while and you froze in time

That was absolutely not meant to be

Yes, he most of the time came inside of you because you both liked it that way

He was just crazy about filling you up with a part of him

But not like that

“I swear I took all the pills right, Stan, I don-“

But you were cut off by his lips on yours

It was a passionate kiss that sent goosebumps up your spine and warmed you from the inside

Cause you knew he was an amazing man, but this was not in the game

And you really feared he would leave you or something

But he didn’t

He took you in his arms and kissed you for a long moment

And when he pulled away, his hands on your cheeks, he looked down at you in awe

With a big smile on his face

“Say it again, babylove. For God’s sake, say it again.”

You chuckled and did, relieved tears sparkling in your eyes when he hugged you tightly against his chest

And you kept smiling alone as you set the small table for two while he took a shower

And the two of you kept smiling through the Wendy’s dinner, talking about setting up the doctors appointments and all the stuff that needed to be rearranged

And later you were laying down on the couch, between his legs, back against his chest

His fingers running through your hair and massaging your scalp

“Maybe now you’ll move in with me?” he asked

Your eyelids felt heavy after the adrenaline peak from earlier, but you smirked

He already asked you for that, a couple times and more implicit ways, but you always denied, deeply afraid of changes

But now it was there, inside you, tinier than a bean

“Yeah, maybe I will”

And you knew he smiled, chin resting on the top of your head

Stan’s other hand left its spot on your thigh and rested on your lower belly

And you couldn’t help to let yours rest on his, distractedly, while you two watched the comedy show of one of his friends

“Oh, God, eleven out of ten words he says are ‘fuck’”

“Yeah, Richie is never meeting our baby girl.”

“It’s a girl, then?” Your grinned

“Of course it’s a girl.”

how is this fair for the rest of the male population?

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