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CPD just killed a fifteen year old child.

Inktober, Chop

you know he had to do it to em 😔

inspired post by @sander-sides-posts on @more-incorect-quotes and original quote from snapcube!

When people stop making this a “war” about religion?? Palestinian Christians, Muslims, and Jews are affected by this. It’s just about them wanting power and domination. Zionism is the enemy 🤷🏾‍♀️.

some facts for western christians this holiday season:

jesus’ birthplace is under military occupation

bethlehem is surrounded by military checkpoints, an apartheid wall, and over 20 segregated illegal settlements built on stolen land - all designed to keep palestinians (including palestinian christians) under the thumb of oppression

palestinian christians are not allowed to move without restrictions, meaning that many have never and will never see their own holy sites in jerusalem. jerusalem is less than 30 minutes away.

they are often harassed, beaten, or even killed on holidays like christmas and easter.

palestinian christians are forced out of their homes as israel continues to build apartheid walls and illegal settlements

churches have been deliberately targeted in airstrikes, arson attacks, and settler violence

nuns and other clergy have been targeted in violent attacks

indigenous christians of the holy land have begged for help from christian communities abroad, fearing for their lives and even a possible extinction, according to christian religious leaders there

and finally, a message from the archbishop of jerusalem:

while most of us in Europe were watching Ukraine duo TVORCHI perform at Eurovision yesterday, their hometown was getting attacked by missiles

there’s something very dystopian like at the fact that we’re all supposed to continue on with our lives, go to work/school, carry on with our daily routines like we’re not witnessing three countries (sudan, congo & palestine) go through a genocide and mass ethnic cleansing right now all through our mobile phones & the internet

Note: The Mammon in question is canon divergent

Naturally, the Manager and Mammon have a power imbalance and Manager is simply a fizzy... he often breaks him to prove a point, or just because he feels like it. He always rebuilds him newer and better every time though.

The Manager is always hiding his side-operations from Mammon, does awful things to the other fizzies behind closed doors, and they're really just two awful people playing a cat-and-mouse game with one another. The fact that the mouse has developed feelings for the feline in question makes this extremely messy... maybe things can change?

Tragedy!

When the feeling's gone and you can't go on

It's tragedy!

With no-one to love you, you're goin' nowhere

-

I can't resist a good Beetlejuice reference ♡

In this verse, every time Mammon tears the Manager to pieces, he has to be put back together again. This is how he stays always so shining new, updated and pristine. Manager can't stand having other fizzies touch him after the events, be they because of a punishment when he's betrayed Mammon's trust (again), or simply because when they make love, he finds Mammon tearing him to pieces to be thrilling and exciting (Mammon really gotta wrack his brain to keep the punishments... punishing, when Manager's this into it).

So he tells them to go away. Shoo. He can do this himself.

Perhaps some aftercare from Mammon himself is in order?

Just another Tuesday ngl

My brother stabbed me and then robbed a bank.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/brandon039s-medical-bills-and-medical-expenses

all of this genuinely makes me want to vomit, good god. the part about the three kids with their necks cut open made me hold my neck

Maligayang Araw Ng Kalayaan

Happy Independence Day

The police in the Philippines are monsters who deserve no rights and they can die and go to hell for all I fucking care

The police can fucking die and I don't care.

Link to the original post in reblog. Everyone should see this and know.

Are you guys following what's going on in Milwaukee? It's happening right now, June 23/24 depending on where you live!

There are conflicting reports about who set the house and van on fire, some say it was the police to cover up evidence, some that the neighbors did it.

But people managed to recover tons of documents from the house before it burned down and already one of the people mentioned in them was identified as a register sex offender! The house is also allegedly registered to a member of the clergy?

Summary:

Another update from federally occupied Portland:

And here’s a video of Portland police officers shoving a random passerby off their bike and arresting them for the crime of…being on the road next to where the sweep was occuring:

And here’s a picture of the armored vehicles they’re bringing in to suppress the protests:

the philippines president duterte has ordered soldiers to kill those who are disobedient and are rallying against the government. he ordered an indirect martial law.

i am beyond terrified that our president has threatened us death if we disobey

please spread the word. please

Thread with petitions on Twitter:

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Marge Simpson was a serial killer, and she was chasing me through an abandoned multi story parking lot. When I got to the bottom of the parking lot, Corpse Husband was waiting for me with a getaway car that was shaped like a giant pea. He yelled at me to get in, and the parking lot exploded as he drove me away. Oh, and somehow, Marge survived the explosion and she kept chasing us on foot.

Tom Nook had a personal grudge against the fox from Spirit Of The North because he kept messing up the aesthetic of the mountain in his town by lighting the magic rune stones scattered around the mountain. He held a costume party on a train and told people to kill the fox if they found it. The fox was there, for some reason, and he was in disguise, dressed as a cat. When Tom Nook realised that the fox was there, he ordered everyone to chase after him, and the fox escaped by going down a giant stone slide until it fell down a well.

Violence, Abusers, and Protest

My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.

When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces. 

When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body. 

I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for. 

In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather. 

When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.

This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone. 

Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.

When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip. 

At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.

Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work. 

I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again. 

Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.

I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different. 

To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.

And I’m just fine with that.

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Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

The sound of a violent clunk can be heard followed up by the muffled thud of a body hitting the floor. "Do I look like I'm into kids? What a dumb fuck you are." Roman said, his tone uncharacteristically playful compared to the words he'd just uttered. Getting back up to his feet, he raises the baseball bat - laced with rusted barbed wire - lining himself up for another blow. "One sec, missed a spot."

The second c̸l̴u̵n̵k̶ is squashier than the first.

Unveiling Shuri's Memories

aka (spoiler) compiling all of Shuri's flashbacks from her death

1st timeline spoilers under cut (warning: graphic depiction of violence):

Ch 83: Shuri's carriage abruptly stops. She looks out the window and calls for her guards, holding the pendant Jeremy gifted her for her 19th birthday.

Ch 113: Shuri remembers seeing the dead bodies of her guards.

Ch 3/70: Bandits wielding swords open the carriage doors.

Ch 15/69: Shuri remembers the bandits' last message before getting brutally murdered: "Your fate was doomed to end like this."

ch 81: Shuri drops the the pendant and dies.

Ch 59 Bonus: Alberon discovers the murder scene.