#a crime they don't let women get bloodied by the way ??? the hell ????

[nekrosmos]

Wrestling anon here, thank you for being so nice! Although you may regret inviting me back into your inbox, wrestling has been my main interest for a year and I have no one to yap to so there's a hell of a lot of thoughts to get out. If it's campness you're after please look no further than Seth: https://www.tumblr.com/stellarollins/748596666811219968/fashion-icon-you-never-knew-you-needed-in-your?source=share You're so right to bring up Rhea. loml she is actually in a league of her own. I can't wait for them to start letting the women's matches involve blood, seeing her fuck people up is my passion and she's becoming this generation's gateway wrestler which is amazing to watch. I'd love it if you found out who your masked wrestler is. I mostly follow wwe and there aren't a whole lot of Japanese male wrestlers rn. I'll leave with with another lil link of a feud involving the guy you posted pictures of that ends with the very fanfiction-esque dog collar match. (sorry it's an entire movie, feel free to skim ofc. the match starts at 44:44 . I would just send pictures but the curse of being on anon and there aren't many good highlight videos of this match. tbf the whole feud is fantastic and great inspo for writing deranged characters) https://youtu.be/7CbZQpmacJI?si=lOA0Yj-AP_qEmaMr

Hey again !! I'm absolutely not regretting inviting you in, I really do love listening to people talk about the things they love !!

And hot damn is this indeed very camp, I love that !!

Rhea really is just something else, just the kind of woman I wish could beat me up or something, fuuuuuck. Gotta thank pinterest for randomly showing me pictures of her from time to time.

No wonder she's a gateway wrestler

As for the Japanese wrestler, I found him, his name is El Desperado and hot damn. The mask + that body type, I mean, OOOOOOF, you know ???? Losing it here lads.

Now this wrestling match ........... all I'm saying is that maybe, maybe being caught watching porn would be easier to explain. Yeah. Okay. I like this. A lot.

Thank you Anon, I'm enjoying discovering how absolutely unhinged this all is. If you know any good resources on how to get into wrestling, please don't hesitate to drop them in my inbox again, if not, that's okay ! Thank you for your messages anyway, mwah <3

[mariana-oconnor]

The Illustrious Client pt 2

Last time we were dealing with a hypnotist, it seemed, who was doing everything short of tying women to railway tracks and twirling his moustaches to show Holmes how evil he is.

Honestly, it's probably a little surprising that it's taken this long for hypnotism to show up in these stories, as it seems right up ACD's alley

And we're about to meet an old friend of Holmes' who has simply never come up before.

...a huge, coarse, red-faced, scorbutic man, with a pair of vivid black eyes which were the only external sign of the very cunning mind within.

"Scorbutic" apparently means affected by scurvy, which I had never come across before. Does that mean his gums are bleeding? The NHS tells me it might also mean red or blue spots on the skin.

Mr Johnson, may I introduce you to the joys of... fruit and veg.

Please stop your gums from bleeding. Please.

...a slim, flame-like young woman with a pale, intense face, youthful, and yet so worn with sin and sorrow that one read the terrible years which had left their leprous mark upon her.

From scurvy to leprosy, once again being particularly flattering in your descriptions, Watson. Though I do love the 'flame-like' here. That's very evocative.

“Hell, London, gets me every time. Same address for Porky Shinwell. We're old mates, Porky, you and I. But, by cripes! there is another who ought to be down in a lower hell than we if there was any justice in the world!"

I like Kitty. I hope she doesn't die. She feels like a parody of a Victorian cockney character. It's beautiful.

There was an intensity of hatred in her white, set face and her blazing eyes such as woman seldom and man never can attain.

I guess women are just better at hating things?

Does it though? Idek, such a weird thing to divide by gender.

"He would speak of someone in his velvet way and then look at me with a steady eye and say: ‘He died within a month.’"

This guy really needs to stop telling people about the crimes he's committed. I get that you're an arrogant dickhead, but surely there must be some room for brains in your head beside all that hubris. Maybe think before you speak? And don't just think 'oh how awesome and evil I am tee hee hee'.

I'm sorry, I just get annoyed when I see bad guys making such obvious, preventable mistakes. At least be good at being evil, if you're going to do it. Do it properly.

"It's a book he has—a brown leather book with a lock, and his arms in gold on the outside. I think he was a bit drunk that night, or he would not have shown it to me.”

Oh for- Do you write it all down? Tell me you don't have a very secret evil diary of all your very secret evil deeds. Please... Please don't be that guy.

I get that this is realistic, because serial killers and horrible people do take trophies. But still...

Also, Adelbert is a name I've heard of before but never actually seen used.

“No good,” said Shinwell Johnson with the decided voice of the expert. “No fence wants stuff of that sort that you can neither melt nor sell.”

Shinwell Johnson here reminding us not only that he exists and that he is a criminal, but also possibly the most competent criminal in this story. Good for him.

“I am not out for money. Let me see this man in the mud, and I've got all I've worked for—in the mud with my foot on his cursed face. That's my price."

Vengeance!!!

Yes. I like Kitty a lot.

"If your head is inclined to swell, my dear Watson, take a course of Miss Violet de Merville."

S-tier line. This is just perfection. I love it.

"I pictured to her the awful position of the woman who only wakes to a man's character after she is his wife—a woman who has to submit to be caressed by bloody hands and lecherous lips. I spared her nothing—the shame, the fear, the agony, the hopelessness of it all."

Holmes going hard. I feel disgusted and I'm just getting the description of the description. This story has a lot of excellent turns of phrase in it. This section is particularly repellent.

"'...you needn't look at me like that, my fine lady, for you may be lower than I am before you are through with it.’"

Kitty is the best and I want her to be in every story from now on. You tell her. Go for the throat. I know it's not going to work, but yes!

"And it did. Their blow fell—or his blow rather, for never could I believe that the lady was privy to it."

So women are capable of more hatred than men, but they aren't capable of things like this. You have a very confused and tangled view of gender, Watson. Who hurt you?

But they eloped, didn't they? But then she'd definitely be privy to that.

"There, black upon yellow, was the terrible news-sheet: Murderous Attack Upon Sherlock Holmes"

Well, I suppose in a way that's better... because clearly he's not dead. And also that means that Holmes will have some sort of evidence against him.

Adelbert really needs to learn not to overplay his hand. If you're so sure that nothing can go wrong, just... wait it out. She'll marry you and everything will be fine. Patience.

[notacoward]

"Uh oh... Here comes trouble. How the hell did he know we were here?" Marlene groaned as she nodded toward the entrance of the club, where a dark-haired, tall man was weaving his way through the crowd rather awkwardly.

"Hmm, wonder how he found out..." Dorcas trailed off teasingly, eyeing her redheaded best friend.

Severus was trying not to bump into people, but he was having difficult. With multiple muttered sorries, he managed to get a bottle of beer from the barkeep, then he spotted the woman he was looking for... and her two partners in crime. Goddammit. Why did women have to travel in packs?

"I'm going to go stop trouble before it begins," Dorcas said as she saw her boyfriend practically falling over himself to tell his cronies who had just walked into the door. She flounced over to Sirius and thoroughly distracted him, Marlene doing the same with Remus. Marlene had no loyalty to Severus, but Lily had apparently lost her mind again and was letting that snake back in, so she had no choice but to support her. She had never known what she saw in him in the first place. At least he was a little more attractive now. Still a bastard though.

Finally, Severus thought to himself. The gods were giving him a break for once. He sauntered over to Lily and smiled at her --- a smile only reserved for her eyes. "Found you," he said. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion, Albus told me where you all were and I... wanted a night off too," he said. That wasn't at all the reason he came, but she didn't have to know that. When she mentioned the note, he furrowed his brows. "Oh. I didn't see it. I didn't have a chance to go back up to my room. I would have changed into something more appropriate for clubbing," he said as he looked down at his suit. He probably looked ridiculous, but Lily wasn't laughing at him, and that was all that mattered.

"Cool shirt," he said, then mentally kicked himself. Cool shirt? Really? Kill yourself, Snape. Jesus Christ. He cleared his throat, then tilted his beer bottle toward his lips to stop himself from saying anything else stupid. Why couldn't he compliment her like a normal person? Truthfully, he didn't even know clubs were open on Christmas. Shows how much he bloody went out on the town.

"I think the last time I saw you actually drink drink was when we were fourteen and stole some liquor from Dad's cupboard," he said over the music with a small laugh. "I'll never forget holding all your pretty hair back so you didn't vomit on yourself. Are you still such a lightweight, Evans?"

With the girls getting ready, it didn't take much effort for Lily to leave a little note on Severus' pillow explaining they'd gone out. It was only fair to let him know where they were going since he was cutting his evening with the Malfoys short for them… for her.

It was difficult seeing him go off with them, feeling a bit like they were back in school and they were going to suck him into something dark and wicked. But Dorcas had to remind her he was already there, and if he didn't go at all it'd be suspicious.

With as high up the ranks as he had to be by now it was probably silly to worry, but she did so all the same. Just having gotten her friend back, shaky terms as it was having to duck around everybody else, she didn't want him to get hurt.

"James is going to fur-reak when he sees you." Marlene smirked, holding up the patterned top she was letting Lily borrow for the night to her front. The reflection staring back at her held a wicked grin instead, and Lily laughed before the girl could shake it across her front to prove her point.

This was the first time she was being officially allowed to go out, so she wanted to look good. With all the group there Dumbledore had supposedly deemed it safe enough for her to go, but she had a feeling her fiance had a good hand in persuading him.

He was probably tired of hearing her moan about not getting to go anywhere. "James freaks whenever I wear anything revealing, he's like a bloodhound." She joked back, glancing back to make sure the door was closed before quickly tugging the thing on. It was tight, but it was supposed to be right?

"Everybody's going to have their eyes on you tonight." Dorcas smirked as well, taking over fixing her hair after finishing up with Marlene's. The knowing look made her blush and adjust the top, making sure it looked right. She wasn't trying to impress anyone in particular, but the validation felt nice.

Severus had seemed to like her dress the other day, but it wasn't like that really. Or rather she told herself it wasn't. She fully expected another warming charm, but the club would be warm in and of itself. "Alright, let's go girls!"

~~~

The music thudded through their bodies as they stepped into the club, having reserved a circle booth in the back of the raised floor. The bar was hopping and so were people on the dance floor, just the kind of environment she was looking for to let loose for the night.

The war was important and so was their focus on it, but it was going to be fantastic - for all of them really - to just let their hair down and have some fun. Letting Marlene pull her along she grabbed Doe's hand as well, the three of them making a beeline train down to the group of swinging and writhing people.

[anonymous-dentist]

Truth in the Tales: The Masquerade, Jack the Ripper, and America's First Serial Killer

Good morning everybody! Let's talk about murder.

Hi, I'm A.D., and I'm a history student. Today, fitting with the darker themes in The Masquerade, I'm going to be talking about two contemporary serial killers of the time that The Masquerade would have taken place, both of whom are more myth than fact at this point. For further discussion of The Masquerade, I did a little mini-lesson the other day that I'll link here. This post will be long, but it will not be comprehensive, but I'm always happy to elaborate in reblogs or asks!

I'm going to tell you now...

graphic content ahead.

(Image: 'The Nemesis of Neglect' cartoon 1888.)

As usual, let's grab the episode description from the wiki to begin with:

The episode stars Karl Jacobs, BadBoyHalo, Fundy, Nihachu, Quackity, Ranboo, Sapnap, and Technoblade. It takes place in the past and follows several upper-class people at a Masquerade in a large mansion. The Masquerade quickly goes south when someone starts murdering the guests. The episode ends by connecting current SMP events to the Masquerade and by introducing Karl to the Inbetween.

Why serial killers, you may be asking? Well.

It's hard to call a sentient evil Egg a serial killer, especially seeing as it's more of a cult leader than anything else. But I figured this would be more interesting for you folks to read about than my original topic of unions and the first red scare. (Get it, red? Egg is red? Hah...)

Before I begin, it's important to mention, hey, don't fucking glorify serial killers. I've been going through crime scene photos for this post, and they're really not fit for general audiences, to say the least. I'm not going to add the photos to this post for obvious reasons (read: they're fucking gross and I don't think anyone under the age of 20 should be looking at a mutilated woman's corpse.)

Alright. Let's go.

Part One: Jack the Ripper

(Disclaimer: most of this information is coming from the Wikipedia page because I will be fucked if I have to look at more crime scene photographs than I have to. Wikipedia is not an inherently bad source, and anybody who says it is sucks eggs.)

Anybody who's anybody has heard of Jack the Ripper. Hell, even Buzzfeed Unsolved did an episode over him. I recommend watching that as an auxiliary to this just because Ryan does good research and it's a bit more fun of a way to learn about the topic than some moron in a tumblr post.

The fact of the matter is that Jack the Ripper is a legend at this point, though his origins are based in the gritty reality of Victorian London.

As a bit of background, let me set the stage.

It's the late 19th century. The East End of London has just received an influx of Jews fleeing pogroms in Tsarist Russia. On top of that, the still-booming urbanization coming as a result of Britain's most recent industrial revolution has left London overcrowded and overwhelmingly under resourced. An underclass developed made up of people who couldn't even afford to be poverty-level. Robbery, violence, alcohol, it was all over the place. Also all over the place, and notably in the district of Whitechapel, was prostitution. Women were driven to prostitution as a result of economic instability and the ever-increasing disparity between workers and the bourgeoisie and middle class. There were an estimated 1,200 women working as prostitutes in Whitechapel around the beginning of the murders. On top of that, all of this overcrowding and turmoil had begun building and building into social strife. Hate crimes, attacks, you name it, it was going on towards anybody and everybody. Jews, Catholics, women, nobody was immune. There was even a case now known as Bloody Sunday in 1887 when the police beat the shit out of a group of protestors in London. So let it be said that the people weren't very happy with the police at the time.

(Map: The first seven Whitechapel murder locations.)

Okay, I'll say this first: not every murder attributed to Jack the Ripper was actually committed by Jack the Ripper. No, he's only been certainly identified as the murderer in five cases, and those are the cases I'll be talking about to try and keep things nice and simple.

The first was a woman named Mary Ann Nichols. She was found at 3:40 a.m. on August 31, 1888 with two deep cuts to the throat and two stab wounds on her vagina. Her abdomen had been partially disembowlled. Some of the stab wounds went clear through to vertebrae. The second was Annie Chapman, discovered at 6 a.m. on September 8. Her throat was in much the same condition as Nichols', but her abdomen had been cut completely open with her various organs being displayed over her shoulders. Her uterus and parts of her bladder and vagina had been removed.

(Photo: 29 Hanbury Street, where Annie Chapman and a 'mysterious man' had been seen and where her body was discovered.)

The third and fourth victims were both killed on September 30. Elizabeth Stride was found at 1 a.m. with the cause of death being attributed to a single slash across her throat, which really wasn't the Ripper's M.O. Catherine Eddowes, though, was almost certainly one of his. Her body was found in much the same way as Chapman's with her organs removed and some of the not missing ones spread around her body.

The final confirmed Ripper victim was Mary Jane Kelly, discovered in her own bed at 10:45 a.m. on November 9. Interestingly, she is argued to be the only actual prostitute of the lot. She was "hacked beyond all recognition", with her face in shreds and her body completely hollowed out of organs. Her heart was missing from the room entirely. There was also evidence of a fire at the scene suggesting further attempts to disfigure the body.

Now, note how the five Whitechapel Murders took place over several months. They weren't even investigated for a good murder or two because the victims were all lower class women considered to be prostitutes. However, whether or not they were prostitutes is still debated to this day. Some researchers claim that saying the women were all prostitutes is a result of good ol' fashioned Victorian misogyny.

(Image: 'Blind Man's Bluff' cartoon depicting the public's opinion of the police force's reactions to the murders.)

At any rate, we still don't know who committed the murders or even why he committed them in the first place. That's because the police were inept as hell, and because a lot of their records on the Ripper were reportedly destroyed during the Blitz in the 1940s. That being said, there are a couple of suspects that are still under real suspicion almost two hundred years later. They range from a Polish Jewish immigrant to Queen Victoria's grandson. At any rate, the Ripper was almost seen by the public as an extension of the aristocracy. Jack the Ripper was generally depicted as a well-dressed man in a black top hat. His murders, though, did draw attention to the poor conditions of the slums of London and eventually led to the slums being completely torn down. They also brought attention to the increasing wealth disparity between the lower and upper classes, and the newly-emerged middle class.

But, like, fuck Jack the Ripper. That doesn't really need to be said, does it?

Part Two: H. H. Holmes

Now to switch gears back to my wheelhouse, we go to Chicago, Illinois, to look at America's first identifiable serial killer, a certain Herman Webster Mudgett, otherwise known as Dr. Henry Howard Holmes, or H. H. Holmes for short. This guy isn't quite as well known as Jack the Ripper or other, more modern American serial killers I refuse to name, but he did get a season of American Horror Story based off of him, so that's something, I guess.

I'm not gonna spend too much time talking about Holmes himself because, frankly, it's boring. He was a pretty normal kid, none of the torturing animals crap that serial killers are known for these days. Maybe. That information contradicts itself depending on who you're talking to. Again, this guy and Jack the Ripper, possibly as a result of the increasing (blegh) popularity of serial killers over the past decade are known more as myth than fact.

(Photo: Holmes' mugshot.)

At any rate, Holmes was always interested in medicine and science. He became a pharmacist and moved to Chicago, and that's when he began going a bit apeshit. See, he had already been a criminal in the past. He was a con artist, a fraud, a scam, and a thief. Reportedly, he stole corpses while studying at the University of Michigan and used them for insurance fraud (and maybe experiments, but take that with a grain of salt.)

(Photo: Holmes' "Castle.)

The most famous thing about Holmes might be his "murder castle", pictured above. He had it constructed himself beginning in 1887. The first floor was to be storefronts, the second apartments, and the third floor was meant to be a hotel to be used by attendees of the World's Columbian Exposition. Holmes also had a factory that was maybe used to destroy evidence of his crimes. That isn't confirmed, though.

A lot of the information on his murders comes from so-called yellow newspapers or yellow journals, which really began picking up steam in America at this point in time (that is a lecture for another time, though.) Yellow papers, to put it simply, published information with little to no evidence or legitimacy. Think those magazines you see at the grocery store by the checkout lanes talking about how Queen Elizabeth is actually an alien or something.

Anyway, there's only one actually confirmed victim here. He's suspected of having killed at least nine others, with more blown-out numbers going up to as many as 200 victims. After being arrested, he confessed to 27 murders, though some turned out to just be flat-out lies.

Here's about how it went:

Holmes had this friend, Benjamin Pitezel. Pitezel kinda became his partner in crime, described as "Holmes's tool... his creature" by a district attorney. Most of Holmes' victims were women he reportedly seduced at the hotel-slash-Murder Castle. They were never seen again after entering.

(Image: August 11, 1895 issue of "The World" showing a fictional floorplan of the Murder Castle.)

The Murder Castle, unfortunately, was actually really kinda just that. A castle. For murder. There were over 100 rooms, some of which were soundproof. There were secret passages, trapdoors, kilns, all of which useful to murdering people and disposing of their bodies. Some rooms had gas lines put in that allowed him to gas inhabitants to death with at will. The basement apparently was his lab, complete with a dissection table. All employees, guests, everyone involved with the hotel had to have life insurance policies that he paid the premiums for as long as he was listed as the beneficiary.

Shortly after the conclusion of the World's Fair, Holmes and his buddy Pitezel took off on a cross-country road trip to commit insurance scams and pretty much abandoned the hotel in favor of regular old murders, including Pitezel. Later, Holmes scammed fellow scammer Marion Hedgepath, who got so angry about being scammed that he told the police about Holmes' scams. The police began tracking him down, and eventually caught up to him in Boston.

And from there, it's history.

The bodies they discovered were so decayed that they were basically impossible to identify. Again, he was confirmed to only have killed one person, but he did confess to 28 while being interrogated.

He was executed on May 7, 1896 for Pitezel's murder. He didn't break his neck, but was rather slowly strangled to death over 15 or so minutes. The Murder Castle stood until 1938. Now, it's a post office.

(Image: Holmes' execution.)

Part Three: Conclusions?

So the hardest part about discussing serial killers is sorting through fact and fiction. People like to sensationalize. People like the grotesque. My favorite episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved were always the true crime ones. True crime podcasts are more popular than ever, and it's kinda super disgusting. Pardon me for soapboxing, but it's perfectly fine to be interested in true crime. Becoming obsessed with it, though, is a bit too far. Like. I was a criminology and criminal psych major for a good bit. I almost went into criminal law. I am interested in serial killers. I think they're absolutely fascinating. But when people begin twisting their characters to make them more interesting to a wide audience is where I begin seeing a problem. H. H. Holmes may have killed 200 people. He may not have. Nobody knows who Jack the Ripper is because so many people fucked around during the investigation pretending to be him. It's gross and weird and, uh. Well.

Anyway.

I think it's fun to note that this episode of Tales is the first to include our favorite evil time dimension, the Inbetween. God knows what that place is getting up to at any point in time. Maybe it's a Murder Castle. Maybe Karl is going to Fucking Die. Wouldn't that be fun?

Next 'week': The Wild West and Yet More Cannibalism Talk From A.D.

[littlebird-99]

Hate Being Broken

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Warnings: Language, torture, angry Dean, sad dean, violence

Dean panted and searched the car. He was right, in his gut and in his heart. She was taken. Y/n was taken and that's why they hadn't talked in a week. 

What he didn't know, was by what or who. And that was what had him pissed off and worried. Jody had come up to him and Sam awhile ago but had gone straight to the car. 

Jody walked up to him slowly, "we searched through her phone. It looks like you were the last person to hear from her Dean" she says gently. "So I've got to ask. When was the last time you saw here?" She asked. 

Dean glared at the older woman, "are you… get the fuck away from me! You really think I did something to her Jody?" He yells, "leave me the fuck alone" he growled. He shoved her off as he walked away and towards his car. "I'll find her. I'll save her. Not you" he mumbled. Without even waiting for Sam to get in the car, he was driving off. He had to find her. He needed to. 

He took her phone from the crime scene, not caring that he was messing with evidence and continued doing his own research back at the motel. He plugged her phone into the laptop and started to figure out where she's been, or where she was going. 

He chewed at his lip, gnawing at it actually. She would actually yell at Dean for doing that too often when they'd meet in person. The anger was piling up in his system as he read through the texts she received from her family. 

He growled, and stood up, pacing around the room. He chewed at his cheek, shaking his head. Anger and sadness were starting to pike up. Rage was taking over, and he would for sure kill everyone that laid a finger on his girl. Future girl. 

Y/n's POV

She whimpered, groaning out as light shines into the room she was kept in. She doesn't know what day it was, or where the hell she was. But she knew her family had something to do with it.

She tried tugging at the bonds that held her, but it was no use, she ess weak, not having eaten for however long she's been here. 

She finally opened her eyes, glancing around the concrete room she was in. '

"Well well, finally Sister" a voice spoke out. She felt her heart shrink, hearing that voice. 

"B-brother" a voice that was broken and hoarse spoke, which she learned was her own. 

"You just had to be a hunter didn't you? Break our family and destroy our reputation!" He growled, slamming his fist into her face. 

She clenched her jaw at the pain, trying to spit out the blood. "I never had… had the chance to be soft! I was… was always bloody, with shards of glass and other objects. So… I wanted people to be afraid to.. to hurt me. Didn't… didn't work" she breathed out.

His laugh sent shivers down her spine, not good ones either. He walked around, circling her like a wolf circling prey. "Ya know Sister… father and mother are here" he says.

Dean's POV

He shakes his head as he moved. He had destroyed his hotel room, trying to find some sort of peace but he wouldn't until he found her. 

It wasn't until a few hours later that he had a lead. He drove faster than a baby turtle for water towards an abandoned prison yard. 

He parked away from it, noticing lights were on around it. He shakes his head and does a little surveillance, until Jody, Sam, Donna and Claire appear near him. 

"We kinda followed you." Sam stated, before he turned his attention towards the prison. 

"We have a problem…" Jody spoke softly, "the Y/l/n's have bought this prison." She says.

Dean growled, he knew it. "Her fucking family took her" he says, he reached down, cocking his guns and getting it ready, as well as the other ones he had. "I only want her. I need her to be safe, that's my number one priority right now" he says. Jody couldn't help but feel bad for the guy, she's only ever seen him like this with Sam, this women was something else for Dean. 

They each separated, and made their rounds. Finding their own ways inside and searching room after room until screams lead Dean down to the basement. 

"Thanks to you my life is a living hell!" An older woman voice yells, then the sound of slapping skin fills the halls. Dean flinched, he couldn't help it as he listened. He chews at his cheek and moved into the room, hiding, he froze, the sight making him want to throw up. 

Her body was beaten, bloody, her beautiful y/h/c hair was matted and bloodied. Her beautiful y/e/c looked broken and destroyed. He couldn't find the strength to breathe as he watched the woman continue torturing her. 

"Everyone hates you and you know it. This is for the best." The knife in her hand was dripping with blood, her blood. "Our family was destroyed because you had to go and play ms. Hunter. You idiotic bitch" her scream made Dean's blood boil.

"I-i was a kid!" Her voice, god it wasn't what he wanted to hear at the moment. It wasn't the voice he was used to, not her dingy, soft. Like fall time. No, this voice was broken and drowned in pain. "I.. I was a kid when it happened. Y-you… you know this. You l-let..you let her die!" A scream interrupted her talking as the woman stabbed her leg. Leaving the knife in, she walked around. 

Dean stood up, pointing his gun at the woman but the woman had a gun to Y/n's head. "I knew someone would come for her. I just didn't think it'd be a Winchester…" she laughed. She kept eye contact with Dean before she quickly moved the gun, shooting the already lazy limped woman in the chair. 

Dean screamed, rushing for her, he quickly untied her, letting the woman run. Y/n was his only mission, he needed to save her. He quickly pulled her into his lap, holding her close against him.

"Please… his please don't do this. Y/n/n pelase wake up, show me those… those beautiful y/e/c eyes please" he begged, tears filling his eyes, as he held her against him. "Please. Please" he begged, his voice cracking as he tried making her look at him. 

"Please. I don't know what I'd do with you" he whispered. He felt her body go limp in his arms, and he screamed. 

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[ultramaga]

“Dear Sir - Don’t Let #MeToo Make You Afraid of Me“ Because if you are afraid, you might take defensive measures, instead of being a victim when it suits us. “Men appear to be afraid of me.” Feminists claim that men are the evil oppressors, yet Feminists are the ones in power, and men grovel and scrape before them. Who is oppressing whom? “ A male superior at work asked, “Is it okay to say that?” after complimenting me on a new pair of “funky” boots. “ Not at my former workplace. Compliments were banned, for fear of sexual harassment charges. Feminists put in the laws - then moved the goalposts for them to infinity. In the UK, this even extends to asking someone what time it is. “Another man apologized profusely after tapping my elbow. “ Feminists changed that to be assault, so at their whim, yes, they can destroy a man for tapping their elbow. If you see a Feminist about to fall into machinery, say nothing. It’s the only safe thing to do. " it’s more likely a sign that men are unsure of how to interact with women.” Record everything, and don’t talk to them alone. Yes, Feminists have succeeded in the goal of splitting humanity into two segregated parts. Well done. No wonder they are so keen on Sharia. “It’s an unintended consequence of the movement” Bullshit. Read “The Future is Female” to find out this has been their goal all along. They just want to keep men and women confused while they seize more and more power. " Lean In and SurveyMonkey found that nearly half of male managers are uncomfortable participating in mentoring, working alone, or socializing together with women” Only half? I guess the rest will learn. Do not mentor women, do not work alone or socialise with women from the workplace. In fact, at my old job, fraternisation was completely banned, to the point it occurred secretly only. Because women - generally - are heterosexual, and want men, and need men to make the first move, and without that cannot find love. There shall be no love in the Feminist Utopia.

Feminists do not experience love, of course, and cannot comprehend that need. They despise it in men, and think it is a result of the hypnosis of Patriarchy when they see it in women.

“ A recent Harvard Business Review study exploring the #MeToo and #TimesUp movements' impacts on creating lasting improvements in their organizations revealed some adverse reactions.” Only some? Dividing men and women, making them enemies, only has SOME ADVERSE REACTIONS? I have to wonder what the hell the benefits are to that, from a business perspective. I suppose you could sell both sides bullets? “Men and women are not talking to each other. The environment is becoming sterile and completely unenjoyable to work in,” Gosh. Who could have foreseen that?

" According to the survey, 65% of men indicated that since the movements began it’s “less safe” to mentor and coach their female colleagues. This unintentional consequence hurts the women the movement was meant to serve.”

World Ends: Women and Minorities Hardest Hit

Feminists will always spin anything that hurts men. They cannot stand seeing men being cared for. “Strangely, it’s men who aren’t doing anything wrong who are feeling needlessly nervous” Because the defence of innocence has been stripped away.

"why are so many men stumbling in their ordinary discourse and interactions with women at work? “ Because they know they are guilty until proven innocent - it is simply up to the whims of any woman as to whether they are sacked - or worse. Even with Kavanaugh, with years of failure from Feminists to find anything to destroy him with, they succeeded in poisoning the well of public opinion. Control social media, and you control the minds of the masses.

"Of course, there are bad actors still lurking in the office” Note that Feminists never admit the bad actors could be female? Only males are guilty, all women are victims, and feminists never, ever lie ... " this mistrust comes with a huge opportunity cost for working women — missing out on mentorship by men with valuable experience and skill sets to share”

If you are a woman who stood by and yawned while men had their rights stripped away, this is the future you deserve. If you are a Feminist, you cannot be surprised when the men you defecate on don’t want anything to do with you. "Imagine if someone watched you eat for week, and pointed out all the stuff that was unhealthy, but never thought to tell you about what was healthy. “ Except that they had no science behind their beliefs, just power, the power to hurt you arbitrarily. That’s what Feminism is - power without reason, power for its own sake, the power to cause pain and the lust to glory in that pain. "So, to all our male colleagues — it’s okay to compliment a haircut or outfit.” No, it’s a crime thanks to Feminism. Feminists will happily lie to you to get you to do it - then turn around and destroy you the second they feel like it. Look at how Mattress Girl acted, pursuing a man, and when he said no, pretending he had raped her. His evidence of her pursuit long after the alleged rape didn’t matter - she was supported by the University and he was hounded. "Don’t comment on how someone’s body looks, how their appearance makes you feel, or what someone should wear.” Stifle your feelings. Do not express emotion. Feminists hate that. It’s toxic masculinity for a man to ... act like a woman. " think about complimenting women for their work” Because that‘s what humans do when they are attracted to each other. Hello, work unit. Your output is: adequate. See. You. Tomorrow. [*robotic wave*]

"As for mentoring and meetings, if it’s feels uncomfortable to take a woman out to a drink, then take her to breakfast” Whatever you do, do not take her out for breakfast. There is absolutely no reason for this not to be seen as intimate behaviour. "lunch” Only if you are prepared to record it all or have a third party as a chaperone. "coffee” Oh yes, there is no possible way a feminist wouldn’t interpret asking a woman for coffee as sexual harassment. Jesus bloody Christ, this Reeves is an idiot! " If you are still uncertain, consider mentoring a pair of women or larger group and take them out together. “ Because it’s not like Feminists conspire when they want to get rid of someone.

" Let the mentee drive the relationship. “ I don’t think this moron understands what a Mentor IS. “Please tell me how often, when, and where you want to meet." Because women respect men who grovel and beg? JFC! "We need to work together more now than ever. “ You had a chance to do that. You made men your enemy. It’s a bit late to whine about it now.

Feminists decided long ago that men had no place in the world. Men are starting to wake up to that. And at some point, we are going to have to put their beliefs to the test.

But here’s the thing. It’s not the Feminists who are carrying the guns.

[mksc77]

Later that afternoon, Rusty came to the hospital after his last class. Emmett's family was already gone, and Sharon wasn't staying much longer, herself. They'd had to leave the room for a couple of hours earlier that afternoon for required parent/baby bonding time, so Sharon and Emmett's parents, aunt, and uncle had gone out for lunch. They'd spent time together a few times in the recent past, as there had been a couple of baby showers for Emily and Emmett, and they'd gotten together a couple of other times when Emmett's parents had been in LA for the weekend. Sharon smiled to herself, remembering Andy's dismay at having to attend baby showers. They had basically just been parties with gifts, but he'd still grumbled about it. The rest of the afternoon had been spent passing the baby around unless a nurse needed her for something or she needed to eat. Sharon had texted Andy, Rusty, her parents, siblings, and nieces and nephews with pictures, and her phone had been blowing up all afternoon.

Sharon stood up to let Rusty have her seat. "Here, do you want to hold her?"

Rusty shrugged. "Yeah, but if she starts crying or does something gross, I'm giving her back."

“Deal."

Sharon waited for Rusty to sit down and carefully lowered Marie into his arms. She watched as his face turned from indifference to amazement, just like the first time he held his little sister. "Oh, my god, she's so tiny!"

“She didn't feel tiny," Emily mumbled.

Marie was sleeping soundly, unfazed by being constantly passed around all day. The only times they'd heard her cry, besides right after she was born, had been when she was hungry or being brought back from the nursery after having a test done. "If you think about it, being born is probably a little traumatic," Sharon noted. "After being in a warm, dark, tight space for nine months, you're suddenly in this open and bright place, and people keep messing with you when you just want to sleep."

Emily rolled her eyes. "It can't be as traumatic as having stitches—"

"Whoa, Emily, do not finish that sentence," Rusty interrupted. "Whatever it is, I'm positive I don't want to know." He looked down at Marie. "How the hell did you give birth to something so sweet?"

Sharon knelt beside Rusty and smoothed her hand over the baby's thin patch of light brown hair. "She looks just like Emily did. I'll have to show you her baby pictures sometime."

"I haven't seen the first clue that I had anything to do with her yet," Emmett agreed.

"I keep telling you she has your mouth," Emily countered.

"You're just making that up. There's no way you can tell. Unless she's screaming, she's either eating or has a pacifier bigger than her head blocking it."

"The screaming definitely comes from Emily," Rusty added.

"Whatever. I have to pee." Emily winced as she started to get out of bed, and Emmett grabbed her arm to help her. When she got to the bathroom, she looked around for a few moments before looking back out into the room. "Hey, Mom, is that squirt bottle out there? I thought I left it in here."

"Here it is." Sharon grabbed it from the table and took it to Emily.

Rusty looked confused. "What's that for—never mind. I'm sure I don't want to know."

"I'll let that one pass, but I'm answering next time," Emily warned before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Is that normal?!" Rusty hissed once the door was closed. "She can't even get out of bed without hurting." He knew childbirth couldn't be the most pleasant thing in the world, but he wasn't expecting this.

"Unfortunately, yes," Sharon answered. "Emily has never complained about being hurt or sick unless it was really bad, so I know she's hurting if she's complaining."

Emily emerged a few minutes later, and Emmett helped her back into bed. As aggravating as it was to not be able to just pee and wash her hands and be done every time, the fresh pad and ice pack in the mesh underwear a nurse had given her felt amazing.

Sharon looked up as Andy arrived, laden with gift bags. He put the bags down and kissed Emily's forehead before making his way to Sharon. One perk of retirement had been that they weren't together all day, so she was always excited to see him when he got home from work. The evening kisses were a daily thing now instead of only happening on days where for some reason they hadn't seen much of each other, one of them was off, or one of them left earlier than the other.

"You're early," Sharon commented after he kissed her.

"Yeah...Hernandez came to my desk with a gift bag and asked me what the hell I was still doing there when I had a granddaughter to see," Andy mumbled. "I didn't even tell her she'd been born. She must've heard the rest of us talking about it."

"How awful," Sharon said with mock sympathy. "It's almost like she's a nice person."

"Yeah, yeah. The other gifts are from Tao and Provenza. I guess they had wives to make them bring their gifts to work ahead of time so they'd have them ready to give me when the baby was born. Everyone says congratulations, by the way."

Emily took a sip of water from the thermos beside her and placed it back on the table. "Thanks, Andy."

"You're welcome." Andy crouched beside Rusty to get a good look at the baby. "She's beautiful. All right, kid, give her up."

Rusty stood up and passed the baby to Andy once he was sitting down, a little relieved to give her to someone else. Andy looked down at Marie, mesmerized by her. A little while later, Sharon was holding her again, and she went from being deeply asleep to pissed off and screaming in no time.

"It's time for her to eat," Emily said, holding her arms out for the baby.

"Uh, I think that's my cue to go," Rusty said, grabbing his keys and ready to make a hasty exit.

"Yeah, me too." Andy took Marie from Sharon to hold for a few more seconds before giving her to Emily, then kissed them both on the forehead. "Call if you need anything."

“Thanks." Emily took Marie and waited until Andy's and Rusty's backs were to her before opening her robe and getting her settled. Marie was instantly quiet as she began to nurse.

"I've never been so happy to be a man in my life," Rusty said to Andy as they walked out the door.

Andy nodded. "You said it, kid."

Sharon rolled her eyes and sat beside Emily on her bed. Women supposedly being the "fairer sex" was a big joke. Men were such wimps. Emily was holding Marie with her side to Emily's, so that they were facing each other in what the lactation consultant had referred to as the "football position." Marie's eyes were closed, but her mouth was steadily moving. "I liked to nurse you guys like this, too," Sharon said. "There just wasn't a name for it then. It won't be long before she's looking up at you while she nurses and is clutching each side of your breast like you're going to take it from her. It's the sweetest thing in the world."

"This hurts like crap," Emily moaned.

"I know. That'll get better, too."

"Mom..."

“Hmm?" Sharon lifted Emily's hair up off of her neck. The ballerina bun her hair had been in when they left the house the night before was now in the last stages of a loose ponytail. "You need something?"

"No...I just...I feel terrible for saying this, but I didn't feel this "instant connection" with her when she was born that people talk about. I mean, I love her, obviously, but all I've been able to think about is badly this hurts." Marie had only been a little over seven pounds, but that was a big baby for someone as tiny as Emily. The pain medicine had taken the edge off, and the ice packs were a lifesaver, but she was still uncomfortable and in pain.

"I honestly never felt that with either one of you, either," Sharon admitted. "It was a great moment when I saw you guys for the first time, especially you, because I had no idea whether you were a girl or a boy, but I felt like I'd missed out on some 'magical moment' I was supposed to have had. When I had you guys, people didn't talk about the details of childbirth. The most you'd hear about it was that, yes, it hurt, but seeing your baby for the first time made it worth it. I also had no idea what the recovery was like. I thought the pain would be mostly over once you were born. My doctor had vaguely mentioned 'recovery' a few times, but I just thought I'd be sore."

Emily nodded. "I'm glad it's not just me."

"Honey, she was screaming bloody murder, and you were shaking from the epidural. It's hard for that moment to feel spectacular. I don't know if people feel like they should have felt something like that, so they say they did or exaggerate it, or if some people are lucky enough to have easier births, but I felt guilty when I didn't feel it, too. I'd heard about that "special moment" my entire pregnancy, and I felt guilty when it wasn't what I thought it was supposed to be." Sharon kissed the side of Emily's head. "You're doing great, honey. You're going to be an amazing mother."

"Thanks, Mom." Emily shifted closer to her and leaned against her. "Will you sing the jaybird song?"

Sharon smiled. "I thought I'd heard that request for the last time when you were ten." When Jack was still home, and on nights the few times he came back, he'd always play music and dance with the kids after dinner either in the living room or on the back deck. This one had always been a crowd favorite. Emily had always asked Sharon to sing it when she was upset or didn't feel well, and Sharon had been heartbroken when Emily decided she was too old for it. Sharon put an arm around Emily and smoothed her other hand over Marie's head as she began to sing softly.

"He rocks in the treetops all day long..."

Emily's college friend, Allie, arrived then, and Sharon stayed and chatted for a few more minutes before leaving for the night. She kissed the top of Marie's head and did the same to Emily. "I'll come back late tomorrow morning." Emmett's family was coming over for dinner the next night, and they'd probably end up at the house for much of the rest of the week, so she wanted to clean up and start dinner preparations before she came back. There was no way in hell she was doing any of that tonight. She was exhausted. "It's great to see you again, Allie." Sharon gave her a quick hug, gathered her things, and left the room.

After not eating lunch until almost 3:00, Sharon still wasn't hungry when she got home. Andy and Rusty had ordered pizza, but she got some lettuce, toppings, dressing, and fresh vegetables out of the refrigerator and had salad and wine instead. It seemed to give her a second wind, so instead of soaking in a long bath and going straight to bed like she'd planned, she poured another glass of wine and went to sit by the pool. She was too tired to read, but she wasn't quite ready for bed, so she got comfortable in a lounge chair and listened to music. Andy joined her several minutes later, and she shifted over in her lounge chair so he could fit beside her. She'd been thinking all day about how protective he'd been of Emily that morning, and now, she also had the image of how much he'd adored Marie. It was...kind of hot. She tilted her head up and kissed him more deeply than he was expecting.

“Mmmm, what's that for?" Andy murmured between kisses.

Sharon ran her fingers down the length of his arm and intertwined her fingers with his. "Just for being you." She lay on his shoulder, and they sat in comfortable silence until she finished her wine. She decided to get one more small glass, and she saw that Andy had cleaned the kitchen. It hadn't been in bad shape, but it would've needed cleaning before the next evening, and that was one less thing she'd have to do the next morning. As exasperating as Andy could be sometimes, days like today made her want to get him in the bedroom and never leave.

Continued on ff.net

[it-goes-both-ways]

"the hatred of men" there are a lot of reasons to why some women are disgusted by men. our "mankind" history, men commit more crime. women never opressed men. women never did to men what men did to us. a lot of men say that male supermacy is real because of biology and men's bodies. some feminist love men some feminist hate men and some don't love or hate them. don't generalize us like that. also you ignore the fact that most male problems are caused by men. you can care about both men and women

You’re criticising me for generalising? Did you even read the first half of your paragraph?

If you honestly think all that shit about men then you believe that men are sociopaths, to oppress the people to whom they have the closest of bonds. You really think an entire sex feel that way about their own mothers, wives, daughters, sisters?

When women hate men due to personal experience it’s “Men oppress us, men are inherently worse, men’s problems are all because of men”, when men hate women due to personal experience it’s because "they’re just neckbeard misogynists who can’t get laid”.

Mankind means humankind, man didn’t always mean adult male, that was referred to as “wereman”, while an adult female was “wifman”, girl meant child, boy meant slave or servant.

The vast majority of men do not hate women, they’re actually infuriatingly gynocentric, as are the vast majority of women. It’s this gynocentrism that is why people do not feel the same outrage towards MGM as they do with FGM, why male rape victims are dismissed, why people shame men for expressing negative emotions. It’s why men are sentenced to 63% more prison time, and why women are treated more leniently at every stage of the justice system to the point that if you take all of those discounts into account, the crime rate works out to about 50/50.

Some of the most brutal rape gangs in the bloody Congo are comprised of women, Islamic extremists are very much supported by their women (the “cheerleaders of Jihad” as an ex-Muslim woman put it). Like it or not, women are actually part of society, and actually have a hell of a lot of social power. An example of this in action is when the suffragettes (who didn’t realise that the vote wasn’t based on sex) were screaming on one side while another group of women didn’t want the vote because they didn’t want to be conscripted as the men were, so no matter which side won, women were oppressed by it.

Men never oppressed women, coalminers were not oppressing the bloody queen of bloody England. Kings, queens, world leaders, have oppressed their people (half of whom were not female), but you will never find an example of women being conscripted while the men shame them for not dying for them, you’ll never find a law that says only women are capable of rape and if a woman is victimised then she’s just ambivalent about her own desires, you’ll never find an example of FGM being encouraged by men while MGM is seen as proof of women’s oppressive misandrist beauty standards.

It’s not that men don’t suffer as much, it’s that you don’t care. It doesn’t even register. Boko Haram is an excellent example. 10,000 men and boys slaughtered (while they let the girls go), did you even hear about it? One article even pointed out that one woman was among the victims of one of the attacks. There was an international outcry in response to the girls being kidnapped. There’s a reason for that difference in response, the same reason people are so receptive to the male oppressor/female victim paradigm. Can you even imagine 10,000 women and girls being slaughtered while the men and boys were spared?