#female staff police station

[hunterofartemis7]

Pt.11

*at the police station*

Bruce: do I even want to know how you ALL got arrested?

Jason: we have a very good reason!

Bruce: oh I’d love to hear it

Jason: a doctor was very rude to raven and made her cry

Tim: and he had so many complaints from different female staff and female patients so we took matters into our own hands

Bruce:…yeah that’s a good reason. *pays their bail*

Cop: *lets them all out*

Dick: btw, where are the birds at?

Bruce: outside with Kori and Selena

Jason: cat moms here?

Bruce: yes

Jason:….put me back in the cell

*outside*

Raven: I didn’t think they would get arrested

Damian: I did

Selina: I mean, they had a good reason.

Kori: you think the doctor will sue them?

Selina: he can try, but Bruce had better lawyers

Raven: how much was their bail?

Selina: probably a couple hundred a piece. Why?

Raven: cause I need to know how much to pay Bruce back for

Bruce: *coming out of the jail* you’re not paying me back for anything Raven.

Raven: but they got arrested because of me…

Jason: no we got arrested because no one fucks with our family.

Raven:..thank you, for sticking up for me

Dick: anytime Rae.

Bruce: so what exactly did he do to make you cry and make them THAT angry?

Jason: uhhhhh…..

Raven:…..

Tim: *gives her the “we say nothing if you don’t want us to” look*

Selina: well??

Raven: *mumbles* he..was saying awful things about me..and my baby..

Selina: BABY!?!?

Bruce: your pregnant?

Raven: *nods* I..I’m sorry I didn’t tell y—*gets tackled by Selina*

Selina: CONGRATULATIONS!!!! MY WORDS IM GONNA BE A GRANDMA! 🥹

Bruce: *hugs her as well* congratulations my dear! I’m so happy for you! *turns to Damian and hugs him* congratulations son

Damian: thank you father

Jason: B this is your first grandchild

Bruce: I know.🥹

Dick: so we’re celebrating now..okay. *takes a breath* IM GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!! *bear hugs Damian*

Damian: UNHAND ME GRAYSON!

Jason: I’m really happy for you two but also…*punches Damian in the arm* WHAT THE HELL MAN?!

Damian: what was that for!?

Jason: uh maybe for not telling us sooner!! Our baby brother is having a baby and you didn’t tell us immediately! How long have you known!?

Raven: little over a week…

Jason: REALLY!?

Damian: we were going to tell you!

Tim: when?

Damian: in like…3 months

Selina: THREE MONTHS!?

Kori: guys, stop yelling

Jason: give me one good reason why!?

Kori: *motions to raven who’s tearing up*

Raven: I’m sorry…😣

Jason: Rae…no no sweetheart it’s okay, don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong

Raven:😖😭 *hormones suck*

Damian: way to go asshole *hugs raven close, rubbing her back*

Dick: Rae were not actually mad, we’re just giving Damian shit.

Tim: yeah we didn’t mean to make you upset.

Jason: *looks at Kori like “this will be a long few months”*

Kori:😑

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

I’m going to go to London myself and wondering if anyone has suggestions on affordable places to stay that are fine for single female on their own as I am wanting to be close to Buckingham Palace, Kensington Palace etc. but I need to budget because adulting sucks lol 😝

When I went to London, I stayed at The Clermont Charing Cross and found it very nice and safe as a solo traveler. It's literally right down The Mall from BP, so it's a decent walk and when you're tired of walking, it's right next to the Charing Cross underground so it's not far at night.

Some hotels in London might have programs for single female travelers - I only know of one, at The Dukes London (a friend stayed there once), but The Dukes is pretty pricey and they're also undergoing a major renovation. I'm sure you could probably find other hotels with a little bit of web searching.

I'll throw this out there for any anons to chime in with advice.

Generally speaking - the things that I look for in a hotel when I travel is proximity to the places I'm going/want to see, proximity to a public transit hub, and a well-lit "on the beaten path" entrance. A well-lit entrance deters crime and being close to a public transit hub (usually a major subway/underground/metro station) means a bigger police/security presence and not a long/far walk at night.

Specifically on the budget-friendly side - consider family-friendly hotels. In my experience, family-friendly hotels tend to be amenable for solo female travelers too as the things that make hotels safe for kids are similar to the things that make hotels safe for women - friendly staff, very well-lit, extra security measures.

Also, if you're interested, consult a travel agency/travel planner. It's old-school when we have the internet at our fingertips, but they also have huge networks and not only would they be able to give you more tailored recommendations, they might also be able to get you discounts. I use AAA myself, but there are also plenty of smaller, independent companies or consultants if that's more your speed.

[yarochan]

MAFIA AU lmk

Everything is based on general information about the mafia in the world and in China.

There may be inaccuracies and inconsistencies in the AU. This is not accidental. All actions take place within the criminal world. There will be cruelty, blood, and violence.

Briefly about the important things..

Difficult times have come in China, many people had to commit crimes in order to survive by any means. Pigsy, Tan, and Sandy made a deal with Wukong by joining his Triad and being under his protection, but in exchange they worked for him. A little later, Sandy escaped, at the moment his whereabouts and status are unknown.

MK was also planted and raised by Pigsy and Tang, he was literally raised by the street and the mafia. Until he reached adulthood - to the surprise of everyone, Wukong did not touch the boy - but on the day of his 18th birthday, he put forward conditions for joining a family.

At the moment, MK is a boy doing dirty work that Wukong doesn't want to do. Surprisingly, they are very close, and Wukong initiates the boy into all current affairs.

In China, as in other countries of the world, there are their own criminal groups. The most famous of them, called the "Triad," have been clandestinely engaged in criminal activities in the PRC for several centuries. 

Current Triads in China

The Triad of Dragons

The largest and most influential mafia family in China, in addition, they do not have one common boss and they are known in all corners of China (Dragon of the West, East, etc.). Their activities are connected with casinos and some large companies in the country that they finance. They are little known for their murders, but who says that their life path could not have turned out that way?

The first head of the family was May's great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, he actually raised the authority of the triad in the criminal world, which persists to this day.

The Bull Triad

Information about the leadership of the princess iron fan

A female boss is a rarity in mafia circles, but when it's a wife or a trusted person who can curb several thousand thugs, it's a completely different matter. With the loss of her husband, she also lost all influence in the criminal world, since everyone remembers her police past and simply does not trust her.  

Out of desperation, she took up the mafia's dirtiest niche - drug distribution in China. She got rid of all the traitors and weaklings and restored her family's influence in China. approx. Previously, the Triad was engaged in the supply of weapons together with Wukong.

The Wukong Triad  

Second in influence, but last in numbers. Large families differ in the number of members and high staff turnover; the Wukong family is only those whom he really trusts and those who are fixated on negotiations with the most armed countries in Europe.

No one thought that Wukong would be able to achieve anything in criminal circles, but after an unsuccessful attempt on the head of the police station, he surprisingly quickly blew up into the air.   At the moment, the family has contracts with the head of state and people who are not averse to buying several thousand cars. The family is not bloodthirsty, but enters into armed conflicts to protect and collect debts.

The Lady Bone Demon Triad

A little-known family, all spies and informants were executed by the boss of this triad.   It is known that the family removes quite influential people from their places, destroys groups and conducts a very aggressive policy.

If we talk about the relationship of the triads, it is worth noting that at the moment all the Active groups are angry at Wukong, for one reason or another. There is periodic bloodshed on all sides because of these disagreements.

No one is focused on the LBD, but it is the main danger (as in the series).

All the heavenly ones are the police or representatives of any other organization for the protection of citizens in the country (the special services of the People's Republic of China). Of course, their task is to stop the activities of the triads, but who says they can't be under the mafia?  

A little bit about the characters and their designs

MK

is a performer, that is, the youngest member of the family. He was accepted into the group through a traditional rite of passage - he drank wine with his blood and swore an oath of loyalty to the Boss.

It seems that Wukong treats the boy with some love, but at the same time, MK is most often involved in armed conflicts, as well as in other similar work, such as debt collection / fights / etc.

His mother is an employee of the police station, until a certain moment the baby did not even know about it, a little later there was a conflict between parents and the child.

Red Son

He belongs to the Wukong triad, but is not a member of it, such are commonly called mercenaries, but Red san came to Wukong of his own free will and swore allegiance to him on his blood until it became known what had become of his father.

Red escaped from the Bull Triad because before the return of the KDB, the PVJ allowed his family to trade drugs in order to maintain authority among other groups. But besides the fact that this is the most disgusting kind of activity, even by mafia standards, Red also grew up surrounded by police officers, former colleagues of his mother. Some kind of moral framework was laid down for him and he simply feels disgusting.

Red has tattoos all over his back and arms, which is the main distinguishing sign of the mafia, although it is not mandatory in modern triads. Red's mother did this as soon as the child's body was formed, because after losing her husband, she wanted to see a new wealthy boss of the family, since it was very difficult for her alone.

Mei

She belongs to the Wukong triad but is not a member of it, such are commonly called mercenaries, but he is under the protection of the group because of MK at his request. Thus, the MK will be responsible for Mei's tests, but the girl will never allow this.

A daughter in a mafia family is certainly a joy, but apart from traditionally finding a faithful husband from the same criminal world to continue the family, and be a beautiful background for men, May could not offer anything more. She ran away from her triad, hoping to realize herself in the world.

The girl is an excellent gambler and cheater, knows a lot of card games and will be able to beat you even if she is naked.

All her legs are filled with tattoos, especially this image of a Chinese dragon with a lotus. She did it against the will of her parents, and her tattoos do not belong to the criminal world in any way.

Wukong

The head of the family and a respected citizen of his country. The main goal of his triad is to supply weapons throughout the country.

He used to be an ordinary thug who didn't value his own life or anyone else's. During this period, the police even took him away, but he escaped safely, tore up the entire station along the way, climbed into the office of the chief of police, wrote nasty things, stole important documents and photographed this outrage and sent the newspaper to the editorial office. It was a wonderful morning for the representatives of the law.

At the beginning of the journey, I worked with an organization, they called themselves the Brotherhood. But Wukong himself prefers not to talk about them.

He appreciates MK, sees him as a replacement for Macaque, and is afraid of losing him, as well as his best friend.

Macaque

He is an assassin in the LBD triad, a subordinate of the mayor and the second favorite of the Lady.

According to the newspapers, he has been dead for several years, buried without a body, and, according to Wukong, in principle, he is not in this world.

In one of the skirmishes, he was severely wounded and subsequently abandoned by Ukun, as he thought he had lost him. The LBD found him in a deplorable state and took him under its wing.

She was cold, and he had burns incompatible with life, so they came together.

The Macaque harbored a grudge against Wukong and never wanted to meet him after this incident, he believes that he did it on purpose, knowing that the Macaque was alive, in his opinion, Sun Wukong deserved only revenge. He learned about MK from informants in the LBD. The boy became his target.

For him, the preferred method of killing is to act in the shadows, quietly and without noise, that is, covertly.

Pigsy

Kapa, or one of the leaders, monitors the actions of MK, Mei, Red San, Teng.

The noodle shop is in place (acts as a typical mafia bar) and still works, delighting visitors with noodles. However, there is now an automatic revolver and several combat knives behind the counter. But it's true...just in case.

Tang

An informant of the Triad, surprisingly he knows everything that ordinary people could not know and does not know what everyone knows. In principle, otherwise it's still the same Tang, only now in a leather jacket and tattoos on his arms.

Ne zha

Inspector of the 3rd class of the China police in the status of a detective working on the case of Sun Wukong under the leadership of Erlan.

Not to say that he is the most successful detective, because somehow Wukuna always turns out to be one step ahead.

After several years of work, he has become so used to Wukong that he can meet him in a bar and tell him how things are at the police station, simultaneously throwing mats towards the Boss of the group. Maybe during this time they just became good friends? Who knows.

Recently, the mafia has begun to shed more blood, so the investigation and investigation have resumed with renewed vigor.

Sorry if there are mistakes in the text, I hope you like it!!!

[violetmuses]

From Scratch - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Title: From Scratch - T. Richmond ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Rebel Ridge” Film Universe

Character: Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond + Female Reader

Main Storyline: After escaping Shelby Springs, Terry Richmond doesn't know what to expect.

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2024

With his cousin Mike gone, veteran Terry Richmond slid evidence by the police station and drove away, leaving that rural but dangerous town of Shelby Springs. There's no other choice.

Scoring this new home later, Richmond organized his few belongings and just planned to settle, hopefully comfortable within the unknown space.

After mowing his lawn this morning, Terry glanced across the street and noticed that someone took down one of those long-awaited “For Sale” signs.

Before long, this U-HAUL truck arrived without fail and different staff members hopped, ready to assist whoever else could join the neighborhood.

Once folks carried various boxes inside, another car pulled right into that driveway and this woman stepped out, gathering luggage from this trunk.

Thanking everyone for helping, you entered this house and closed the front door. No partner or wedding ring joined in sight, not yet at least.

Taking this much-needed shower, Richmond quietly acknowledged your presence.

Who knows what could happen next?

________

Later that night while listening to music, you cooked dinner, but someone rang the doorbell out of nowhere.

Setting down work in your new kitchen, you checked the lense of that peephole just in case and found this man holding gorgeous flowers.

“Can I help you?” You opened the door, but took the porch to stand by.

“Uh, sorry to bother you. I…” His deep voice almost chuckled through nerves.

You gently smiled for a moment. “I just moved here.”

“Me too.” Terry grinned back.

“Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Yes, Ma'am. These are for you.” Richmond postured the bouquet again.

“Oh!” Your voice nearly gasped upon realization this time. “Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” Terry exchanged the flowers and planned to head back, but you still reached him.

“What's your name?” You cleared your throat.

“Terry…” His striking eyes locked down when Richmond faced you again.

“Nice to meet you.” You've nodded right back in return.

“Good night.” Just as Terry left the porch, you noticed that this tight shirt clothed one muscular frame and dark tattoos inked past corners.

Damn. Who are you? Your thoughts jumbled.

*******

After visiting porches back and forth, you exchanged numbers and invited Terry over, still offering boundaries no matter what happens next.

Nothing crazy lined up that afternoon. You both planned to share lunch and Terry would leave before sundown. You'd have work in the morning.

Tonight though, talking moved past midnight and you accidentally fell asleep on the living room couch.

Right before Terry could slip away, you somehow woke up again.

“T….” Your voice rasped.

“Don't worry. I'll leave.” Richmond knew so much better.

“It's dark outside.” You would caution him regardless.

“Appreciate your concern, but I live right across the street, remember?” Terry pointed.

“Yeah, but I'd feel better if you stayed here until tomorrow. It's late and I have a guest room upstairs.” You kept looking out, worried.

“Thank you.” Richmond nodded, heading to your guest room for the first time.

He was a good person even after moving away from Shelby Springs. Richmond deserved safety like everyone else in the world.

*****

By morning, you found each other leaving this house and stood in the driveway.

“Thank you.” Terry repeated himself.

“Of course.” You just held the car keys and smiled.

“Don't fall asleep.” His chuckled warmed your heart again.

“Very funny. Bye.” You planned to drive away, but Terry gestured for your chance to roll down the window.

“No more flowers.” Towering height, Richmond tapped the roof of your car and you left, prompting this man to grin all day.

[peninsulaisms]

Does your town have any urban legends or other strangeness?

my town is not much of a town. i live in a rural locality with barely a general store to call its own. but the mornington peninsula has a lot. as a place it’s widely considered somewhat evil by everyone who’s lived here long enough to understand it, but that adds to the charm. on the top of the peninsula you have trains which lends itself to many a ghost story or conspiracy surrounding them. one that i think most people, especially around frankston know, is the story of the strangled girl. the friend telling the story would always tell you that this had been witnessed by someone connected to them but not connected enough that you would know them. basically it would go like this, the person would get on the train somewhere along the frankston line and they would notice a girl staring at them, with someone in a hoodie leaning on her shoulder. a ticket inspector checks their ticket, says it’s invalid, and makes them get off. once off, the inspector reveals the girl had been strangled, and the hooded figure was holding her head up. as kids we used to say kananook station had a gate to hell in it because this women disappeared back in 1990 and still hasn’t been found in anyway. not a single lead. the police still have a 1 million dollar reward for anyone who knows anything about her. in a similar vein people used to say that that woman was actually in an a abandoned rubbish tip further down the peninsula. anyone who lives close to the former mornington train line will swear up and down they hear the ghostly whistle of the old trains that used to run on the line, even when the tourist trains aren’t running.

off course once you leave the reach of trains you get your usual “ghost wandering along the road” legends. for us on the mornington peninsula that was the “road of death” now you can also call it coolart road, but most of us on the ninch (our collectively affectionate nickname for the peninsula) know it better as the road of death or “slow down here, this road’s a killer.” then we do as coolart. it has everything, 30 accidents and 3 deaths in 4 years, mysterious drowning in a dam, the list goes on. but specifically the legend of our little road of death is the legend of a female hitchhiker who roams the side of the road. in some versions of the story, she steps directly in front of oncoming vehicles, causing drivers to panic. yet no collision ever occurs, she simply vanishes. other accounts align with the classic “vanishing hitchhiker” trope, where she is picked up by a passing motorist, only to disappear from the vehicle without explanation. In rarer tellings, drivers seek out an address given by the ghost, only to discover an abandoned house along coolart road with a little memorial to the woman on the fence.

i won’t only tell ghost stories but fuck is sorrento is good for ghosts. like, proper, bona fide ghost stories. the kind old women tell over the counter at the general store and kids dare each other to test out on long slow summer nights.

as an example, the peninsula cinema is a relic from 1894 and is famous for its ghost. a elderly lady in white who doesn’t seem to care much about the living. she haunts the old cinema section, mostly. back when the cinema was still showing movies, ushers would swear up and down they saw her. just a pale figure sitting in the back row of a showing no one had bought tickets to. she never caused trouble, just sat there quietly, staring at the screen like whatever was playing had her full attention. and no one ever saw her come or leave.

there’s also the continental hotel, a grand limestone building that dates back to 1875. george coppin built it, and if you ask any mate who’s worked a summer job there, he never quite left. staff have felt strange gusts of wind indoors, heard whispers in empty rooms, and seen shadows move where no shadows should. locals will tell you it’s george himself, checking in on his legacy.

then there’s marlene miller antiques, which, from personal experience i can tell you is less like a shop and more like a museum you can haggle in. and because it’s sorrento there’s a ghost there too. a woman in a blue dress and hat. if you ask marlene she’s not shy about making herself known. marlene has actually gone so far as to set up a little nook for her on the mezzanine: a rocking chair, some books, the works. she also doesn’t disrupt much apart from moving things around, chess pieces found out of place, mirrors tilting on their own. there is a bar in town i can’t remember the name of too save myself, but it used to be the morgue and that can tell you all you need to know on it’s face.

but as for general urban legends, you naturally have the big cat sightings. red hill, mount eliza, mount martha, arthur’s seat, all home to some strange unknown species of large cat if you ask your local conspiracy minded grandpa. most people here will tell you that “there’s cults in them hills” and they wouldn’t be wrong. just look up the world cult and mornington peninsula side by side and see how many results you get. there’s a really freaky “meditation retreat” in frankston south which is almost definitely a cult but only time will tell.

[gacha-incels]

article from the english edition of the Hankyoreh, August 29 2024

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An accomplice in a deepfake pornography case at Seoul National University (SNU) received a five-year prison sentence on Wednesday in his first trial.

The case in question involved the making and distribution of pornographic deepfakes using the photographs of dozens of female victims, including university classmates.

This sentence was the first for an individual implicated in the deepfake pornography case at SNU. The legal judgment against the perpetrators came as the result of dogged efforts by victims, who had visited four different police stations since July 2021 to request an investigation.

Representing the 14th criminal panel of the Seoul Central District Court, Judge Kim Yu-rang sentenced a 28-year-old surnamed Park to five years in prison on Wednesday in a trial on charges including violation of the Act on Special Cases Concerning the Punishment of Sexual Crimes through filming with a camera or other device and distribution of falsified footage.

Park and other perpetrators are accused of circulating illegal deepfake pornography — manipulated explicit images or videos created using sophisticated machine-learning technology. They are suspected of using photographs of the faces of female victims to create 419 sexually degrading deepfake materials and distributing a total of 1,735 materials over a four-year period beginning in 2020.

Despite Park’s prison sentence, the victims are still tormented by the incident, which one described as being “like the world I knew came crashing down.” Most of the deepfake victims had to endure the torment of seeing images and videos in which their faces were used in scenes representing inhuman situations.

Inside a Telegram chat room where the deepfakes were circulated, the perpetrators made sexually degrading remarks about the victims and spread false information about their personal details and private lives. In some cases, that information was then used to approach victims for sexually exploitative purposes, to harass them, or to notify them of their victimization.  

The seriousness of the deepfake pornography issue remains underestimated in Korean society.

As news of the widespread sexual crimes spread online, internet users responded by saying they had “no idea why it would be so traumatic” or that “the effects are trivial if it’s just a matter of a few people making and circulating images among themselves.”

Kim Soo-ah, a professor of communication at SNU, explained, “The system for regulating digital sex crimes is centered on the victims’ perception of feelings of sexual shame [rooted in traditional notions of chastity], and it appears as though deepfakes are seen as a lower-level crime than something like illegal photograph because it’s ‘not their actual body.’”

“In a male-centered society that sexually objectifies women, victims experience torment simply through the existence of [images and] rumors, regardless of whether the sexual images are false,” she said.

By Park Hyun-jung, staff reporter; Jang Hyeon-eun, staff reporter

[mr-camhed]

Some other Transformer characters i made/envisioned that i might archive/finish here:

Doominator, Junkion mercenary, Decepticon, transforms into The Ford Mustang in Death race, a cold, cruel and nihilistic survivalist that only believes in The tendency of evil and The goal of survival thanks to his tough upbringing.

Cometron, Autobot intelligence courier, Velocitronian, transforms into a GT1 street car, has an unhealthy obsession with being faster that she would risk her own life for it, idolizes Blurr.

Tailgater, Decepticon sniper and ground squad leader, transforms into an Audi A8, War crimes enthusiast who almost habitually murders civilians and medics so much he fragged a few of his own command officers mistaking them as civilians which causes chance of promotion down The toilet and frustration he can only quench by murdering more innocents and sometimes souring the relationship with Decepticon allying species. Leads a team of genericon called "Karashni Squad" with a fellow Decepticon named Bulwark who transforms into a compact station wagon.

Landread, Decepticon "pretender"(think IDW Ultra magnus, transformable robot in armor that makes him bigger transformable) and battlefield commander, outer armor turns into Main Battle Tank, inner robot turns into a station wagon. Spark brother to Bulwark, reckless and short tempered, believes in actions over words, hates substanceless egoist like Autobots and staff officers with a passion, functioning alcoholic.

Munitionwash/Ammunitionwash: Decepticon Conehead seeker assassin, transforms into vector thrust VTOL strike Fighter, dive bombing enthusiast, thinks dashing fast enough that further witnesses can't identify you with enough firepower to kill anyone close enough to bear witnessed suffices as assassination. Almost always smokes a cy-gar, which can be also used as a weapon.

Skywalk: Autobot female seeker(probably one of a kind), police patrol, transforms into a light multirole fighter in police livery, very ammo conservative, only shoots when she's absolutely sure about it is garuanteed to hit.

Algorithmaster: Decepticon Data analyst and communications expert, transforms into a long chassis Mercedes Vario TV van with a telescopic antenna mast. A Decepticon who keeps a low profile to hide its own perversity and sadism, Algorithmaster is a good substitute for Soundwave if you can't get ahold of him for intelligence or surveillance missions when he's not secretly causing chaos by disrupting The dataflow of wherever he is for fun or doing sentient life trafficking for money. Has The major Weakness of being top heavy in both modes but especially in van mode and toppling over almost garuanteed to break The antenna and heavily diminishing his effectiveness.

Whitenoise: Autobot aerial forces and later Cybertron Security bureau agent, transforms into an Antonov An-71 AWACS Aircraft. Determined on justice to The level of singlemindedness and even overconfidence, Whitenoise would often put herself into danger to pursue her enemies. She Was Algorithmaster's coworker in Iacon's telecommunications centres where she accidentally discovered his illegal activities which caused her to be kidnapped and almost brainwashed by Algorithmaster before she was rescued by Orion pax, Strongarm and wheelarch where she bodyslammed herself and a chair into Algorithmaster's back and broke his antenna to stop him from frying The officers' cerebral module with his data bomb attack that kept her in a trance like state. After she found out that Algorithmaster had escaped after The Kaon riots and Decepticon uprising and is still at large after The war, she began to embark on a quest to bring The criminal back to justice.

Duke O'Death(Pirate name/press nickname)/Speedstick(original name)/Stealthclad(preferred name to be called): Former Decepticon, currently leader of Space Pirate organization Deathkneller, wanted by both The Galactic senate and Blackbox Consortium for Attacks against their fleet, Empurata Victim and triple changer, transforms into an armored muscle car and a stealth attack helicopter. Semi schizophrenic, criminal with principle and a code, either completely disassociating and silence or extremely friendly and talkative depending on situation and almost no inbetween.

Transporticus Maximus/Giganticus Maximus/DeathKneller(real name unknown), ancient Titan whose origin is still mystery, transforms into a 20 mile long 10 mile maximum width interstellar warship with a black hole powered star destroying weapon that will completely exhaust its entire power supply to fire. It was found drifting in space by Duke O'Death after his former flagship Just Defense, a hijacked Galactic Senate heavy cruiser was crippled in a Battle against Galactic Senate task forces, with almost everything still in working order but nobody on board and The spark field in it destroyed. Its identity as a Titan is hidden from most of The people with parts grafted from other vessels, The destroyed sparkfield cloaked by a medibay for Mechanical lifeforms, and The chamber for its almost always inactive, temptingly presumable as dead cerebral module hidden behind a secrect entrance in Duke O'Death's personal quarters.

Projectile: former Decepticon fire support, bodyguard of Duke O'Death, transforms into a heavy artillery, has a massive hole in his head and cerebral module implanted into his chest. Determined and simple minded, Projectile does not think much beyond his own duty, and luck would have it, he almost always gets a reliable commander.

Pulldown: Former Decepticon road transport team, bodyguard of Duke O'Death, transforms into a wheeled heavy duty tractor, partner and mobility aid to Projectile. Similarity Determined and simple-minded, but also smart and confident, she would almost always finish her job with flying colors.

Heavytoll: Decepticon logistics support, transforms into a two wheeled heavy tractor, has no legs in robot mode and has to use his hands to walk and work, and doesn't believe in perfection.

Hardcore: Decepticon morale officer, Victim of an especially and deliberately botched Empurata-shadowplay combo, transforms into and R129 Mercedes SL 73 AMG sports car. Formerly a musician and DJ For underground radio in Tarn who was framed by a disgruntled neighbor which causes him to have his hands melted into nubs and mind completely destroyed; although he would later become a performer for Megatron during his gladiatorial fights after Hook rebuilt his hands as much as he can and gave him his mouth back. Capable of instigating neutrals and even weak minded Autobots into fighting for Decepticon with his music.

Trashmaster, Functionist universe Model worker, transforms into a garbage truck, being a lower caste worker who almost always have to clean up after The frequent pogrom of The disposable class, Trashmaster was forced to work hard to try and survive. However, hia hard work only ended up in tighter schedule and more demanding quotas that takes further toll on his physical and mental health which caused him to becomes addicted to at first drinking, before an escalation towards Circuit buffers, Circuit boosters and Circuit Speeders to cope with The pressure of cleaning up more and more bodies and maintaining a public Appearance, until his mental programming finally snapped and began ingesting Energon off corpses of The disposed and at first later extended to murder and cannibalization of still living Transformers which were overlooked by functionaries to keep the facade running.

Combiner teams:

Succorbots(pronunciation: Secure-bots<by Autobots and beings leaning towards goodness>/Sucker-bots<by Decepticons and beings leaning towards evil and uncaring>), Autobot search and rescue team similar to Protectobots, combines into Lifeline.

Members:

Speedbump, Leader and surgeon, transforms into an armored command and rescue truck, almost totally blind due to damage of brain module by a gunshot would inflicted by a Decepticon named Tailgater, Pacifist, never carries weapon, can't see beyond arm's length, still actively does search and rescue on battlefield. Torso of Lifeline.

Sundance, Medic, transforms into a UH-60 rescue helicopter, almost got killed by her spark brother before the war and was rescued by Speedbump and became his protege, also studies Psychology in hopes of trying to cure her brother. Left Arm of Lifeline.

Skylift, Transporter and Anesthesist, transforms into a heavy lift tiltrotor, was a Decepticon until the Faction became less about improving The life of The lower caste, The most aggressive of The group, gets a little excited when regular anesthetics fail to knock their lights out sometimes. Right arm of Lifeline and usually pairs with Recoil.

Signal, detector, minesweeper and hazard disposal, transforms into a wheeled ground penetrating radar/mine detector, formerly a treasure hunter who was enthralled by The experience finding life after a major earthquake killed his old partner, left leg of Lifeline, can ne paired with Recoil in vehicle mod.

Biclaw, debris cleaner and hazard disposal expert, transforms into a twin boom excavator with both caterpillar track and retractable legs, former construction, great at digging but still still slightly clumsy at medical, Right leg of Lifeline.

Recoil, Armsbot(arms micron but larger), security, transforms into a automatic incapacitator launcher, appointed by Autobot high command to make sure the team doesn't get killed, pairs with Skylift and can be used as a weapon for Lifeline(although Speedbump would not use it unless the other member insists).

Decapiticon, Decepticon Genocider group, used by Decepticon high command at most dangerous place in order to destroy enemies and hopefully these mentally unstable mechanical monstrosities would die in it too. Combines into Autocide.

Members:

Obsolence/Obselence, leader, triple changer, Empurata Victim, extremely Eugenic supporter, worshipper of powerful beings such as Quintesson; Unicron and Hytherion, wishes to be a Phase sixer or Warrior Elite, turns into an armored Fire truck with a heavy flamethrower and an Ekranoplan with heavy missiles, and The torso of Autocide.

Annihilate, ax/saw crazy helicopter gunship, wears a mask and favorite weapon is his armscon Powersaw. Would Kill anyone that's not his Decapiticon buddies if he pleases, Right arm of Autocide.

Thud, Sociopathic antisocial, turns into a heavy tank, The smartest of The bunch and only isn't The torso because he was beaten into submission by Obsolence, still wants to challenge leadership ever now and then, Right leg of Autocide.

Knackercracker, a lover of fighting unfair, turns into a wheeled MLRS that can sprout wings, Right arm of Autocide. Most normal member of The group, although The standard isn't really high.

Nonclockwise, seeker, transforms into a strike Aircraft, mind filled with contrary thoughts so much that it can only think straight when commiting war crimes. Left leg of Autocide.

Powersaw, Armscon, turns into a large circular saw. An unfortunate steel worker who witnessed his coworkers and friends murdered before being kidnapped and enslaved by The killers when The war broke out, Powersaw has no choice but comply and hope to be out of The misery as soon as possible. Handheld weapon of Annihilate and Autocide.

Clearifycons, Decepticon infiltrators that turns into sanitary related equipments. Combines into Stinkatron.

Members:

Dumpster, Leader, interrogator and intel gatherer, turns into a Dumpster truck and mobile trash crusher, an absolute slob coated in a concoction of blood, energon, tissue fluid and other substances that are absolutely repugnus to enemies, loves to destroy things that are considered beautiful. is The torso, left arm and namesake of Stinkatron.

Sewer, infiltrator and saboteur, turns into a "mobile waste fluid disposal unit", The most miserable being probably ever seen because of The body he was constructed cold in, and uses the negativity to absolutely raise hell to The enemies. Lower left leg of Stinkatron.

Sweepvan, infiltrator and assassin, turns into a streets sweeper truck, has mysophobia, and tries to keep enthusiasm for The job. Left hip and right leg of Stinkatron.

Grassflyer, infiltrator and surveillance, turns into an industrial mower. Often mentally detached from The work of cleaning, Grassflyer would uses circuit buffer(opposite effect to circuit booster) agent to break up The monotony which causes him to pick up other things. Lower left arm of Stinkatron.

Stratum, strategist and scout, turns into a sanitations department patrol station wagon, The smartest of The group who was kidnapped by his Sanitation department colleagues into The Decepticon cause, Stratum is trying to find balance of searching for means of escape and survival. Head and upper right arm of Stinkatron.

[beardedmrbean]

A female student at a university in Tehran stripped to her underwear in an act of protest after being harassed by campus security officers over her hijab.

Videos circulating widely on social media show the unidentified student sitting outside the campus in her underwear while the security guards surrounded her.

Another video shows her walking around the campus in her bra and knickers while stunned fellow students film her on their mobile phones.

Her act of resistance began after a confrontation inside Azad University’s science and research centre on Saturday, when security forces physically attacked the student because she was not wearing a headscarf.

In response to having her clothes torn, she chose to remove her remaining garments as a protest, according to Iranian student social media news channel, the Amir Kabir newsletter and witnesses who spoke to The Telegraph.

Multiple witnesses confirmed her subsequent detention by the authorities. Video footage showed security officers abducting her from the campus.

Officers forcibly detain student

About 10 security guards were captured on video forcibly bundling the young woman into a vehicle. The footage showed a group of officers overwhelming her before she was detained.

“Oh God, how many of them are attacking just one person?” one onlooker was heard saying. “I can’t believe what I’m seeing,” another said.

“Around noon, near the entrance of the faculty, I saw a girl being grabbed and forcibly taken by security forces,” one witness told The Telegraph from Tehran.

“She wasn’t wearing a headscarf. Then they reached the security building near the entrance, where a male and a female security guard grabbed her and tried to take her into the office with force.

“She resisted, and her hoodie was torn off her body, it made her very angry and she took off the rest of her clothes.

“She angrily yelled at them and took off her trousers - she sat outside the campus for a few minutes and the officer became more aggressive.

“I couldn’t see much but, a few minutes after she started walking, several plain-clothes officers ambushed her and forced her into a car.”

Student media outlets reported that she suffered injuries during the arrest, including severe head trauma after being struck against a vehicle. Witnesses said traces of blood were visible at the scene.

#Girl of Science and Research

The footage has been widely shared in Iran and the student has already become a powerful symbol of resistance, drawing nationwide attention under the hashtag: “Girl of Science and Research.”

“If courage had a face,” one user posted on X with the girl’s picture. “That brave girl is my leader,” another user wrote.

Amir Mahjoub, the director of public relations at the university, said that she was transferred to a “police station” and claimed that she is under “severe mental stress and suffering from psychological disorders”.

The Farhikhtegan newspaper, affiliated with the university, also claimed, citing “official and unofficial sources” that the student has “severe psychological and mental issues”.

The report added that, after being handed over to the police by university security staff, she has been hospitalised in a psychiatric facility.

Whereabouts and condition unknown

There has been no further information about her whereabouts or condition.

Amnesty International has urged Iranian authorities to release the girl “immediately and unconditionally”.

It is not the first time that officials and media affiliated with the Islamic Republic have accused protesters of “mental disorders” and forcibly placed them in psychiatric institutions. The protest echoes earlier acts of civil disobedience, notably that of Vida Movahed, known as “the Girl of Enghelab Street”.

That show of defiance gained international attention in 2017 when a woman removed her headscarf and held it aloft on the tip of a stick while standing to protest against the mandatory hijab.

Observers have drawn parallels between these demonstrations, viewing them as key moments in Iranian women’s ongoing struggle for personal freedoms.

After the September 2022 death in custody of 22-year-old Mahsa Amini, and the subsequent protests, Iranian universities have also faced heightened repression and intensified control. The protests led to acts of civil disobedience by Iranian women and girls against the mandatory hijab.

New stricter laws

All women in Iran must conceal their hair with a headscarf and wear loose-fitting trousers under their coats while in public but a growing number of Iranian women have appeared in public without head coverings.

Iranian police and security forces have intensified their enforcement of the rules. A new bill making its way through Iran’s parliament is set to harden the regulations governing how women and men can dress in public, but authorities have started enforcing it before its formal approval.

Article 50 of the bill says anyone found “naked, semi-naked, or wearing clothing deemed improper in public” will be immediately arrested and handed over to judicial authorities.

The bill also implements gender segregation across a wide range of settings, including universities, hospitals, educational and administrative centres, parks and tourist sites.

People found in breach of the new rules also face a ban on leaving the country and using social media for a period of six months to two years.

“These girls will one day bring down Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, Iran’s future belongs to free women, not the mullahs,” a Tehran student told The Telegraph.

“She’ll be remembered as a hero by many women,” she said of the girl who protested on Saturday. “After this regime falls, her picture will be everywhere in Iran, like Mahsa Amin’s and many more.”

[upon-sunflower-trails]

stone face (ace ventura x reader oneshot)

requested: yep!! heres to you, YourMomIsBlowingMe (i will never get over that username LMFAO) on wattpad

a piece of my heart will always belong to ace, the hyperfixation on both movies (and the cartoon) got me thru some tough times 😭

kinda unhappy with how this turned out but at the same time kinda proud... ironic i suppose! :P

You hated people. Always selfish, and always out to get you.

All your life, you'd worked dead-end jobs. Retail, customer service, fast food, hell, even a pyramid scheme. You did what you could to scrape by.

And then, you finally thought you'd made it big.

There were a few openings at the local sheriff's office- entry-level positions with little to no required previous experience. Nothing life-threatening or hands-on, though. More like taking phone calls and sorting papers.

Of course, you'd brushed off the offerings when you'd first seen them posted. Yeah, sure, wouldn't that be great. 

And then you saw the starting wage.

Now, here you were, filing 'important papers' for your local police station. You didn't really care about the contents of the files. You always just had headphones in, listening to Satie, or perhaps Chopin.

Most days were the same. Life was fairly bland, and the one joy of life was dancing around the filing room as you listened to classical music.

Coworkers came and went, and no one dared to bother you while you were on your break. Even your current supervisor (a temporary one at that- a few months before you began working there, a whole lot of corruption and conspiracy had went down, causing the previous supervisor to be jailed) barely spoke to you. You got your work done swiftly and efficiently, and didn't care much for socialization.

All had been relatively normal until he showed up.

You relished the peaceful days at the station. Little to no reports, barely any paperwork to file, and a quiet afternoon in the break room. But it seemed that 'peaceful' day would head in a much different direction.

When a brightly dressed, energetic individual entered the station, you were already thrown off. Boisterous people weren't your kind of crowd.

However, this man was more than just boisterous.

He had announced his arrival quite loudly, to your annoyance. He threw his business cards up in the air, letting the cheap cardstock flutter down to the floor. You couldn't help but wonder if he held a grudge against the janitorial staff.

As you pressed your headphones closer to your ears, hoping to drown out this man's incessant noisemaking, you felt your self-proclaimed safety blanket be snatched away.

"Well, well, what are we listening to?" The man's voice came out in a drawl, surprisingly smooth. You snapped your head up, and the bright figure wore a shit-eating grin as he spun the headphones in his hand before slapping them over his own ears.

"Ah! Variation 5 from Paquita, correct?" he chatted idly, spewing some nonsense fact about the ballet. You glared up at him, grabbing your headphones back quickly as he was distracted by the sound of his own voice.

He shrieked dramatically, placing his hands on his head. "Hey, hey! Watch the 'do, woulda?!" His cries fell upon deaf ears as you adjusted your headphones.

"Don't make a fool of yourself, Ventura! That there's Y/N, they've been here for a few months and don't take shit from nobody!" One of your middle-aged female coworkers cackled at her own description of you, slapping you on the back much harder than you're sure she meant to.

You stumbled forward as a result of her force, your headphones being knocked out of your hands. You cursed under your breath, glaring back up at this 'Ventura' man as you picked your saving grace back up off of the floor.

'Ventura' stuck his hand out, imploring you to shake it. You did so, albeit extremely reluctantly. As his warm hand encased yours, you glowered.

"The name's Ace, Ace Ventura. I'm a... heh, pet detective. And ya see, I'm here to celebrate my three month anniversary of SHOWING UP THIS WHOLE STATION! OH YEAH!" He pulled his hand away to, well, pelvic thrust victoriously. You stifled a laugh at his antics, and your coworker made a strangled noise of shock.

"Well look at that, Ventura! You nearly cracked the stone face!" she joked. Ace tilted his head, staring at you.

"Stone face? What are you talking about, Montoya?" he inquired. You clenched your jaw, attempting to walk off. However, Montoya held you in a vice grip.

"Well, Y/N here hasn't cracked even a smile since they first started working here. Matter of fact, me and the guys were startin' to think it was impossible for them to show an emotion other than apathy!" she hollered, her dry fits of laughter becoming slightly grating to your ears.

Montoya was one of the few coworkers you could tolerate. She was motherly, but in a rough way. She gave off a tough-love vibe, the kind of woman to noogie you and smack you if she caught you underage drinking. Sometimes, though, she still got on your nerves.

Ace smirked slightly, and you grew even more irritated. "That so?" he teased. "Well, I bet I can get 'em to laugh by the end of the year, Montoya!" She stuck out her hand, and as they shook, they announced in unison, 'deal!'.

You threw your arms up in defeat, groaning. "Maybe your deal should be to see who can stop talking about me as if I'm not even here by the end of the week!" you cried. Slipping your headphones back on, you walked back to your filing room.

Finally, peace and quiet.

You hated Ace Ventura most of all. Out of every person you'd ever met, you were sure you despised him the most.

Your once-quiet and enjoyable breaks were now interrupted by your headphones being taken suddenly and a familiar voice sounding out from behind you, an irritating 'guess who?' leaving his lips.

You would immediately stumble to get your music back desperately, and each time he would name exactly the song you were listening to.

At this point, you were honestly surprised. Who knew such a foolish, idiotic man had such knowledge on works featured mainly in ballets?

And then, one day, he had caught you dancing along as you did your work.

You had never prided yourself in your dancing, but you had endlessly studied certain ballets for years on end. Call it a hobby or an obsession- either way, it was what got you by.

You were shocked when a pair of arms wrapped around you, lifting you up at the exact moment you had planned to check if the door was still closed.

"Guess who, sugarplum?" he sang cheekily, spinning you around slightly. You screamed, unable to control your sudden outburst of giggles. 

"Hey, please, put me down!" you shrieked, still laughing as he held you close. You tried to ignore the way your body temperature rose at his proximity to you, and the way his arms were wrapped around you...

His voice was unnaturally low now as he muttered, "Told ya I could make you laugh." You furrowed your brow, annoyed once again.

"Go back to whatever it was you were doing, Ace! Tell Montoya about your little bet, and that you won, alright? But leave me out of this shit," you sneered. As you continued your work, you could tell Ace hadn't moved from where he stood. He stood there, still watching you, unmoving.

"What? Go on, you won your deal! Now go."

"That was the first time you said my name," Ace cooed, a stupid smile making its way onto his face. You rolled your eyes, turning away again.

"I like it when you say it. It's a lot better than the other names you call me," he joked. You cracked a smirk at his words.

"What? You mean shithead, bitchboy, and bastard aren't endearing enough for you?" you teased, and Ace let out a laugh.

You sighed once again, trying to push down the feelings that arose over his laugh. "Just... go now, please."

You would never admit that you had wished he would've stayed.

The station's New Year's party wasn't an event you had been chomping at the bit to attend. However, with incessant urging from Montoya and Ace, you resigned yourself to a night of observing drunken buffoons.

The partying never seemed to take a break. Montoya was already shitfaced by the time you got there, while you couldn't seem to find Ace anywhere.

"H-hey, Y/N!" Montoya stuttered out, her words slurring together. She leaned on you for support, despite your body nearly being crushed by the woman's much more muscular frame.

You coughed- her breath reeked of alcohol. "Jesus, how much did you have to drink?" The woman simply cackled at your words, grabbing a random solo cup from a nearby table.

"Oh, please Y/N! My fun has just begun!" She downed yet another swig of beer- or was it whiskey? You weren't sure what this party had to offer- before growing closer to you once again. "I'm surprised, Ventura said he couldn't get you to crack even the slightest smile. And now, here we are, end of the year. I guess he'll be losing!" 

Your breath stopped momentarily, the shock seeping in. "A-Ace said that?" 

He didn't tell her that he won their stupid little game? I guess he's... a little more mature than I gave him credit for?

Your train of thought was disrupted by Montoya's drunken squealing.

"I did it! Ha! You cracked a smile, I WIN! I'm gonna go tell that cocky Ventura right now! He's going to piss himself, hell yeah!" 

You watched as Montoya slugged away, a small smile still on your face. You covered your mouth quickly, not wanting to draw anymore attention to yourself.

"How's it goin', sugarplum?" Ace purred, sliding into the space beside you. You turned away from him, desperate to hide your grin and the heat rushing to your face.

"A-Ace, I haven't, um... I didn't, oh, um..." Your words caught in your throat, and you had to stop yourself from burying your face in his chest that instant. He slowly moved your hand away, letting out a dramatic gasp as he witnessed your smile.

"Y/N L/N, smiling?! This isn't normal, you need to see a doctor this instant!" he shouted. Luckily, with the rest of the party noise, his showing off was drowned out. He pressed a hand to your face, pretending to be feeling for your temperature.

"Oh, my!" he exclaimed, a girl-ish Southern drawl being added into his eccentric speech as he continued, "Looks like you've caught yourself a fever right there!"

You ducked away, trying not to laugh. "Ace, enough! Now, being serious. You didn't tell Montoya about how you won your stupid deal?" you inquired. Ace sucked in a breath through his teeth, placing his hands on his hips.

"Well darlin', what can I say? My reward was just getting to see you happy," he teased, cupping your face gently. You felt like your eyes were going to bulge out of your skull as he leaned in.

Your moment, however, was interrupted by a victorious Montoya.

"Guess what, Ventura! I did it! I cracked that stone face like an egg, I'll tell ya! So you lost, and I won! Suck on that, pet boy!" she screamed, throwing her arms up (and subsequently sloshing the mysterious alcoholic beverage in her cup around haphazardly).

Ace chuckled, bringing you in closer to his side with an arm wrapped around your waist. "What can I say, Montoya. You won! But as you'll soon come to find, I've won a bigger prize," he said smoothly, fingergunning at the woman. In her buzzed stupor, she just shrugged and walked away.

You turned to face him, an unimpressed look on your face.

"Really? Now that was cheesy. What's next, you're gonna kiss me as the new year rings in?" you teased, pursing your lips.

Ace let out a fake laugh, pulling you in flush to his body. You looked away instinctively as he leaned in close, whispering to you as he had the day he won that foolish game.

"On the contrary, my dear, I've never been a man who likes to wait."

[girlactionfigure]

🔴 SUNDAY  - ISRAEL REALTIME - Connecting to Israel in Realtime

 ❗️TERROR ATTACK - RAMLA.. car ramming attack followed by shooting, 4 hit and injured, 1 critical, 1 serious, 1 moderate, 1 lightly.  Terrorist was eliminated.  Nir Tzvi junction, next to an IDF base.  Police identify the assailant as an East Jerusalem Palestinian (meaning has a residency permit).

❗️STABBER STOPPED - MARAT HAMACHPELA.. soldiers at the Cave of the Patriarchs, Hebron, caught a female suspect with 2 children: the suspect was asked by one of the soldiers to open her case for inspection and in response she refused.  Search found a hidden knife.  At the time of their arrest, she stated to the forces that she is married to a Hamas activist who is serving a prison sentence in an Israeli prison and her goal was to carry out a stabbing attack.

🔸DEAL NEWS.. Hamas now denies the reports that it has suspended the negotiations.�� Hamas is under increasing pressure. An assassination resounds at noon with dozens of dead, and Hamas hastens to announce that its door is open.

.. In a conflicting report - Hamas spokesman Jihad Taha: "Negotiations were stopped a few days ago as a result of Israeli intransigence and the insistence on placing new conditions outside of the agreed proposal"

♦️GAZA.. Rafah: forces attacked an anti-tank position, as well as a terrorist squad that posed a threat to them in the area, destroyed a number of underground shafts and terrorist infrastructure.  Gaza City: eliminated a number of terrorists during close-range battles, a terrorist squad was detected moving in the area and making an attempt to plant a bomb near the warriors, the forces attacked and eliminated the squad.

♦️MORE IN THE TARGETED ELIMINATION.. The Al-Aqsa Martyrs' Battalions in Gaza officially announced this morning that Izz al-Din Akhila, the commander of the Gaza City Brigade and a member of the General Staff of the Al-Aqsa Martyrs' Battalions in the Gaza Strip, was killed in yesterday’s attack.

▪️PA CALLS ON TERRORISTS TO ENROLL IN SECURITY.. Palestinian Prime Minister Muhammad Moztafa issued a call this week to the terrorists operating in Balata to surrender their weapons and receive a monthly salary from the Palestinian Authority.  Any of them who are interested can undergo training and join the security forces of the Palestinian Authority.  The terrorist organizations in Balata rejected his proposal.

▪️WATER AND ELECTRIC OUTAGES IN LEBANON.. Water and electricity outages in some of the villages in southern Lebanon following an Israeli attack that hit the "Ein Tanya station" in Marja'ion.

▪️RED ON RED - LEBANON.. A senior Hezbollah leader responsible for one of the districts of Beirut was shot when a local resident was blocked from reaching his home by Hezbollah security - which turned into an armed battle.

▪️PROTEST - FOR WAR WITH HEZBOLLAH.. many protesters demonstrated at the entrance to the government meeting in Jerusalem, opposing an agreement in the north and calling for war against Hezbollah. Evacuees from the north, activists of the "If You Want" movement and the Tikva Forum spoke with a number of ministers who stopped to talk with them, and declared that they will oppose the agreement with Hezbollah, and will push a position that "will lead to a long-term victory in the north and south." 

[aita-blorbos]

Aita for leaving my Fiancee?

Good day. You can call me A. I am one of the top cable TV reporters in the country. My editor, B, is my ex husband. We married because well... together we are an unstoppable team. But we divorced because the man does not have the proper boundaries between work! We spent our honeymoon covering a union strike for goodness sakes.

After I kind of... broke down on air... I was ordered to take a vacation where I met C. (Oh. I guess I should say. We're clearly all adults, and I'm female while B and C are male) and we... really hit it off after we kept on, er, running into each other. C ended up proposing during the vacation, and I accepted! He runs a profitable business so money wouldn't be a worry and honestly, I was kind of tired of my life as a reporter, so when I came back, I went to the station to resign.

Now my ex didn't really want to let me go, so he took us to lunch and dangled this story in front of me. I am the best interviewer on staff and the story was about a man who killed a drug dealing cop after his son overdosed. I'm sure you saw it, it was all over the news. He was going to be executed unless he got a pardon and "A, you could guarantee it with your interview."

I saw it as a trap right away from B, but C insisted I take it as it was time sensitive and he had some business to do. So, I did. One last interview.

Now as I WAS DOING MY JOB, my ex was busy delaying and torturing my Fiancee. (Triggering his fear of heights, booking all the tickets out of town, etc)

Well, I did get the interview, and everyone called and convinced the governor to pardon him. But the warden moved up the execution as he wanted to look good for the elections. But the chair shorted out the grid and the prisoner, D I guess I should call him, escaped.

I was trying to leave to catch up to C, but then D found me. And I couldn't turn him over to the police until the pardon came through (the governor just said he wanted to make a statement, we all knew it was the pardon but it wasn't official)

So I had to stall for time while hiding D. D's lawyer ended up jumping out of window as a distraction (she survived!) I was hiding D in the printer, B ended up showing up and hired some people for our network to keep them from asking questions, it was a mess, but D got his pardon AND we caught the Warden on film admitting to the whole plot! It was so thrilling and reminded me why I love my job.

... and then C showed up and I realized I had completely forgotten about him at the train station. B can be so persuasive and I was still riding off that high so I broke up with C and I ended up remarrying B.

I just... I feel like a jerk. C was a perfectly fine guy even if he got a bit angry and controlling at the end after the day he had. But anyone would. At the same time, I divorced B for a reason. And well... it was also at least partly so B could keep his best reporter.

I'm not getting C back. But just... was I an asshole here?

[dailyunsolvedmysteries-movedd]

Rosemary Morton and Diane Brand

The evening of June 6, 1947 started out like any other for Marian Silleck, a nursing student at Massillon, Ohio’s City Hospital. Stationed on the fourth floor, Marian was one of two night nurses tasked with keeping watch over the hospital’s pediatric ward, including the nursery. At 7:35pm, Marian checked on the nursery’s sole occupants, 9-week-old Rosemary Morton, and 8-week-old Diane Brand, finding them fast asleep.

Ten minutes later, Marian again returned to the nursery. This time, as she approached the cribs that held the two infants, she was met with a startling scene; the two babies lay dying in their cribs, suffering from obvious head wounds. Marian quickly summoned help, but sadly despite the hospital's best attempts to save them, both infants succumbed to their devastating injuries.

Rosemary Morton had been admitted to the hospital on May 19th, after her parents, Evelyn and Harry Morton, grew concerned with her eating habits and lack of weight gain. It was also revealed that Rosemary had a condition that caused her to have a webbed foot and hand, however the condition was not considered a threat to Rosemary’s health.

Diane Brand, the first child of Edna and Leo Brand, had been admitted to the hospital four days prior to undergo surgery to correct an abdominal abnormality. Although the operation had been a success, doctors told the Brand’s to be on standby for a blood transfusion if necessary. When Leo and Edna were summoned to the hospital, Leo went under the pretence that Diane may need blood. However when he arrived, the hospital staff delivered the devastating news to him.

Rosemary was pronounced dead at 9:02pm, and Diane at 10:10pm. Aside from both suffering multiple skull fractures which resulted in catastrophic brain haemorrhages, fingernail marks were found around both infants lower abdomens and sides, and their diapers had been pulled down to their ankles. It was also noted that “dirt smudges” were found on the face and head of Diane. It was immediately theorized that the injuries inflicted upon the infants may have been the result of being held by their lower extremities and swung into the ground or nearby wall with “brute force.” Both of their deaths were determined to be due to blunt force trauma.

No significant evidence was found at the scene, however it was revealed the person responsible may have used any one of four possible routes to gain access to the fourth floor; a self operated elevator, two stairwells, or an outside fire escape. Questioning began immediately, however with a limited night staff, and heavy restrictions on visitors, police were left with few suspects.

While all hospital employees were interviewed, investigators focused the majority of their attention on the fourth floor staff. That evening, there were only two student nurses, and one nurse’s aid working on the floor; Marian, who had made the discovery, Murna Croft, who was also a nursing student, and an unidentified female nurse's aid. All three denied having any knowledge of the crime, however upon a second inspection of the nursery, Marian did notice that the bedding from a third crib had been ripped away as though searched by someone. It was also noted that a strange doll, never before seen by staff nor the parents of the victims, had been discovered sitting on a chair near the cribs.

Although Rosemary and Diane were the sole occupants of the paediatric nursery, they were not the only patients housed on the fourth floor. Just down the hallway was the hospital's maternity nursery. That evening sixteen babies were in the nursery, thankfully they were found undisturbed. However also on the floor, right next door to the nursery, were eight older paediatric patients ranging in age between four and twelve.

Police began questioning the young patients, and while most of the kids denied having any knowledge of the crime, one patient, 6-year-old Roger Gue, claimed to have seen something significant. Roger told police he had witnessed a young man, around 15 years old and dressed in a white coat, enter the nursery just after 7:35pm. According to Roger, he watched as the boy slammed the babies on the floor and then returned them to their cribs, before dashing out of the room and heading towards the elevator.

News of the tragedy had made headlines, and with Rogers' new added “lead,” reporters flocked to the town in the hopes of getting an interview with him. It was during one of these interviews that Roger suddenly presented a shocking solution to the mystery; he had accidentally dropped the infants while attempting to play nurse with them. According to him, after dropping the infants, he heard nurse Marian coming down the hallway. He claimed he quickly returned the injured babies to their beds and ran back to his wheelchair he had left sitting in the hallway, before then returning to his room.

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[violetmuses]

Can't Get Enough - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Title: Can't Get Enough - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Armando Aretas returns to Miami, one familiar face shows up sooner than later.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky 🏷

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2024

Traveling around the world pulled strings for quite some time, yet Armando Aretas returned to Miami, Florida on this bright and sunny afternoon.

“What's up, man? I'm parked outside.” Detective Mike Lowrey stepped forward to dap Aretas up.

After facing many questions or encountering secrets over time, Mike would take responsibility here and stand up as Armando's biological father.

“Thanks for picking me up.” I didn't know who else to…” Armando trailed off.

“It's fine.” Mike then completely understands this point, whispering. “I'd feel better if you stayed with us anyway. Someone else might call authorities before you could even settle in.”

“Yeah.” Aretas genuinely struggled to express himself. I'm just…”

“Tired?” Mike asked.

“That's putting it nicely.” Armando shrugged before joining the classic Porsche. “Can we drop it, though? I don't wanna bum you out with my bullshit.”

“That's fair.” Mike attempted to ease the situation once more.

“Yeah.” Armando speaks up again, thankful while air conditioning chilled down the vehicle.

_______

Until further notice, Armando settled in the guest bedroom located upstairs. Very few belongings took space when Aretas organized essentials.

After taking this much-needed shower, Aretas headed downstairs and noticed that Christine Lowrey, Mike's wife, had returned.

“Hey. Did you just get back?” I didn't hear the garage.” Armando already observed different parts of the house.

Mike married this remarkable person named Christine, a physical therapist. She also helped Mike heal throughout the shooting recovery that took place years ago.

“I drove back from work early because you were here, Armando.” Christine smiles.

“What? You didn't need to…” Aretas feels shocked in a quiet way.

“Of course.” Christine then laughed for just a moment. “Ready for lunch?”

“Thank you.” Armando nodded, joining the kitchen table with Mike before Christine sat down.

Peace.

*****

“Time to work.” Driving his classic Porsche, Detective Mike Lowrey pulled up to the Miami Police Department by morning.

“That's our job Armando left the passenger seat.

“Got jokes now?” Mike laughs while entering this well-known precinct.

“No.” Armando declined, walking toward the briefing room to join others.

Right when Armando and Mike genuinely sit down together, one voice called out:

“Nephew!”

Detective Marcus Burnett, Mike's longtime partner and best friend, reached that briefing room this time. Staff members chuckled around this space.

“I know.” Even Mike shook his head.

“Habla demasiado.” Slyly pointing toward Burnett, Armando whispered to Mike and used his native language of Spanish.

“Your Uncle Marcus.” Shrugging, Mike laughs for real.

“Está loco. ¿Recuerdas la fogata?” Aretas expressed the campfire nonsense.

“Yeah.” Mike nodded, ending the conversation before Marcus sat down.

“What'd I miss?” Burnett veiled Skittles in his pocket despite showing up early this morning.

“Uh-uh.” Disappointed, Mike arched his brow toward Marcus.

For once, Armando held back laughter while observing.

When Captain Rita Secada stood behind the podium and began this meeting, everyone settled for business.

Here we go. Aretas thought.

*****

“Seeing an informant today.” Mike gathered with Armando and Marcus in the hallway.

“Cool. Are they coming to the station?” Marcus genuinely questioned his partner.

“Going to her place.” Mike grounded location details. “It's too risky if the public learns our assignment.”

Her? Armando stood puzzled by curiosity this time around. Who could help us with this drug case?

Silent, Armando joined the car, exiting with Lowrey and Burnett to figure everything out.

______

Sunlight warmed all around Florida palm trees that lined up near gorgeous homes.

Within seconds though, Aretas became silent for once.

Navigation signaled your old address.

When that door finally opened, you emerged and sent Armando through an inward tailspin.

His expression turned unreadable for this assignment, but feelings pulled in so many ways.

“Hey, Mike.” You cleared your throat. “I didn't know that y'all would come over so early.”

“Bad timing?” Mike didn't even know what to think.

“Not at all. Just finished cleaning the house.” You declined, silently welcoming Marcus and Armando through. “What's going on?”

“Whenever you're ready, we need some intel, all right?” Mike questioned. “Pushers started running again, especially in clubs this summer.”

“Okay.” You nodded, watching your hands to set the kitchen table for guests. “Let's do it.”

_______

“You good?” Mike noticed immediately that Armando wasn't talking and excused himself from the table.

“We knew each other.” Aretas exposed new information and revealed your bond.

“What, seriously?” Gobsmacked, Mike almost clenched his teeth over Armando's connection to you.

“It's a long story, but yeah.” Aretas went on just a little more. “We met right before my mother escaped prison.”

“Damn…” Mike stepped back through disbelief right now.

“Mike!” Marcus called from the living room out of nowhere.

Returning to that living room, Mike and Armando see Marcus facing pictures on the walls.

Armando smiled, beaming like an adorable goofball throughout various photographs.

“Are y'all together?” Marcus pointed between you and Aretas.

“We broke up.” You say.

“But y'all still have pictures organized around the house!” Marcus pulled theatrics.”Might as well get a dog too.”

“My mother got in the way, but I don't wanna talk about it.” Aretas planned to work instead.

No other choice.

*****

Red and blue overcasts hit various neon hubs that grooved throughout South Beach. The police department just locked down monsters again.

That same night, Armando returned to your house and turned off the news, just grateful that you were okay.

“Can we try again?” You glanced down and realized that Aretas nearly fell asleep on your couch.

“Hmm?” Armando wakes up, grumbling to seek long-awaited kisses.

“Can..we…” You trailed off that response when his now gentle lips met yours and made up for lost time as he smiled for real.

Just when your fingers smoothed his beard, one cell phone rang.

Leaving his warm embrace, you frowned when Armando picked up the call.

“Hello?” Despite so many years passing, you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Sorry. Marcus is losing his mind right now.” Mike spoke up.

“No more Skittles?” Armando tried first.

“Uh-uh.” Mike refused that idea. “It's not about snacks. He's looking for you.”

“What's up?” Armando questioned his father while puzzled.

“He's acting really paranoid about your relationship.” Mike told the truth.

“I don't care.” Armando defended himself and only watched, concerned.

“I'll deal with Marcus. Just know that I'm happy for you, all right? Bye.” Mike hung up and left Armando with you once more.

No matter what happens next, you'll never lose each other again.

[coochiequeens]

How the hell was this guy walking around free to terrorize a community? He should have been still locked up for his previous crimes.

By Anna Slatz April 14, 2024

A serial sex offender has been convicted of assaulting a disabled teen girl in Wisconsin. Adam Hetke, who identifies as a female vampire named Sabrina, has a lengthy criminal history involving multiple sex offenses against women and outstanding charges related to a homicide.

Hetke, 35, was charged in July of 2021 with first-degree sexual assault by threatening the use of a dangerous weapon and second-degree sexual assault of a mentally ill victim. The assault occurred in Waukesha, and involved a 16-year-old cognitively disabled girl Hetke had met at a local gas station.

According to the complaint, Hetke terrified the girl, telling her he was a “vampire” who would harm her if she did not comply with his demands. He then followed her to her nearby home and sexually assaulted her. During the assault, Hetke kept a knife nearby and threatened to use it to harm her before the girl jumped out of a bedroom window and fled for help.

When he was arrested, he was wearing a one-piece swimsuit under his clothes and was holding a knife.

During trial, Hetke underwent a number of assessments to determine his ability to stand trial, but was found to be competent and deemed ineligible for the insanity plea. On April 11, Hetke was convicted on both counts he was charged with, and is set to be sentenced on June 7.

Hetke as of 2024. Photo Courtesy of the Waukesha Police Department.

But this is not Hetke’s first run-in with law enforcement.

Hetke is a registered sex offender in the state of Wisconsin, dating back to a 2007 conviction for second degree sexual assault. At the time, Hetke had been staying at a residential facility, and he physically overpowered a female staff member before groping her repeatedly. The victim was able to escape his grip and get away.

For the assault, Hetke was sentenced to 8 years in prison with 4 years on extended supervision, and was ordered to the sex offender registry for life.

Just before his release on January 26, 2016, the Waukesha Police Department warned the community that Hetke was at “high risk” to reoffend. In the announcement, they noted Hetke had no fixed residence, but that he would be monitored by a GPS tracker.

In 2019, Hetke was convicted once more of sexual assault involving a female victim, and was released from prison in 2020. The police bulletin again noted that Hetke was homeless and would be subjected to GPS monitoring, but also indicated that Hetke had begun identifying as a “woman.”

Following his second release from prison, Hetke was allegedly involved in a homicide in Milwaukee, for which he has yet to stand trial.

According to the complaint in that case, Hetke reportedly strangled a man to death using a power cord in April of 2021, though he apparently blamed the murder on a “demon.” He told Milwaukee police that the victim was “possessed by a demon” and began stabbing himself in the chest with tongs.

Hetke said he was only trying to exorcise the demon from the victim, but that the demon caused the victim to wrap a cord around his own neck and pull the ends. But a witness in that case has testified that Hetke admitted to murdering the man because he “disrespected” him, and that Hetke told the witness he was an incarnation of Satan.

Hetke is set to appear in court for that case on April 30.

According to the Wisconsin Sex Offender Registry, Hetke goes by a number of aliases including: Sabrina, Morrigan, Black Dragon, White Chocolate, Katie, and Andre.

[paa-official]

Dialogue

[Audio tape clicking]

My name is Alethia Wilson. I’m reporting at august 15th 1969 and I’m at the Alamo County Police Station, Nevada. This audio tapes main purpose is for protocol and will mostly be used by me. This and following recordings are top secret and will be classified information owned by the government once my work on this case is done.

My carrier is focused on interrogating criminals and similar. But I’ve only been in this field for a short time and I haven’t gathered much experience. As a woman, it is difficult to get many gigs, therefore I am happy to be able to take this case. I will try my best to get the suspects to speak, while being calm and collected.

Not to many days ago the area 51 has reached out to us to interrogate four suspects, two male and two female. Before that I didn’t even knew this area really existed, but my hopes to see this location in person were swept away, as I was told the interrogation was moved to a location nearby.

Those four suspects didn’t speak a word to the other interrogators, which is why I was booked to fly over from New York. Because of them not speaking, the area 51 staff started being suspicious of them being soviet spies. But I share a different opinion. If they were soviets, they couldn’t sneak into the most location of the world, without someone not noticing their accents. Maybe there is more behind all of this and I’m getting behind it.

The first suspect I’m interrogating is someone special. Everybody's fingerprints were taken and sent through every database across the US and no matches were found, but I think it’s obvious that this one couldn’t.

It looks like it is one of the male intruders. According to the data of the physical observation, he is 1.82 meters tall, has yellow eyes, fiery red hair and a blue skin. He has a muscular build and apart from the mentioned details he seems very humanoid.

Among the items he carried with him was a black rectangle, which could be turned on with a button on the side. Unfortunately no one could do anything with it, because it was blocked by some sorts of a pin code. The only purpose it could bring us; emphasis on purpose; was displaying a time. Although there was some strange delay, with which the time didn’t match with any timezone of the soviet union. Or any timezone of the entire world.

He also carried two sword handles with him, which both didn’t have any blades. Even I cannot fathom the purpose of this items. He also wore an advanced metallic armor of some sorts with countless burns, scratches and dents from bullets.

The motivation is unknown due to the lack of communication. That’s why I was called in.

[Pausing audio tape]

[Door that’s being opened and handcuffs attaching]

Good morning. Before we start, my name is Alethia Wilson. I would appreciate you to introduce yourself, because your name is not stated in your file.

…

You would do us all a big favor, if you’d just talk with me. It would even help yourself get out of here as fast as possible.

… Wilson you say. Alright, how can I help you?

Excellent. Can you state your name for me please, before we can properly start?

Yes, of course. I’m Apath Wilson. A-P-A-T-H, some people never managed to write my name down correctly.

Mhm, Wilson. So we are namesakes

Oh, I know. That’s why I’m talking to you.

What do you mean by that?

We will get to that later.

Alright. How about we start with you telling me, why you and the other three broke into the area 51?

Uhhh… Nope.

Well, then not, I guess. Would you like to tell me about your origin?

… Are you sure about it?

I’m pretty sure. I need to know everything.

Well, if you have this much free time, I mean who am I to dictate how you should spend your free time, right?

Right…

Just one thing: Can those three men behind the mirror stop being pissed, because I’m talking to you but not to them? I’d appreciate that very much.

… How do you know there are exactly three men?

I’m an empath. I can sense how much they’re pissed off right now.

Empath? You mean you can sense the emotions of others?

And manipulate them, if I want to.

… What else can you do?

I mean, I can shape shift.

Pff.

You don’t believe me?

Pardon me, but I find it quite difficult to imagine you shape shifting into someone else.

[Take on Alethias appearance]

[Chair falls over] Holy shit!

I told you. Do we wanna start talking about my origin?

Can… can the others do that too?

No. The others are human. I’m a griever.

A griever?

Yes. All griever have an ability. But everyone has just one. I, on the other hand, have two, which isn’t normal.

And why do you have two?

Let me start with, where I come from.

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Why Rondônia is the state that kills the most women in Brazil

The state has the highest femicide rate in the country, almost triple the national average. Lack of police preparation, impunity and the rise of fundamentalist churches contribute to the scenario, experts point out.

It's been three months since Carla* (whose name was changed by the report) has seen her children. The last time she tried, on the eve of Mother's Day, she was stabbed by her ex-husband in front of her house. The blows left marks on the chest, arms and hands. The attacker only stopped because a motorcycle courier passing by on the street caught him, and Carla managed to escape.

"He tried to take out my eye and break my neck," Carla tells DW. "He just didn't kill me because he didn't have a gun," says the victim over the phone.

In order to live, Carla, 34 years old, hid. She had been married since she was 18 to her attacker, who was always jealous. The problem escalated when she passed a public exam and went abroad for training. That's when she discovered that she was being spied on through an app secretly installed on her cell phone by her husband.

The attempted femicide is being investigated by the Civil Police of Rondônia, where the crime occurred. The state has the highest femicide rate in Brazil: there were 3.1 victims per 100,000 inhabitants in 2022. The number is more than double the national average, which was 1.4, according to data from the Brazilian Public Security Yearbook.

The state is also the champion in female homicides – the rate was 11.2 victims per 100 thousand inhabitants, almost four times above the country's average (3.9).

"Here, as in every society, we still live in a very deep-rooted, very strong system of patriarchy, with sexist ideologies. This contributes to the objectification and subjugation of women", comments Débora Machado, from the Rondônia Public Defender's Office, who followed Carla's case.

Absence and unpreparedness of the State

Studies on femicide classify this crime as the "final part" of a process of worsening violence, marked by terror, disregard, or discrimination against the condition of women. Considered heinous by Law No. 13,104, of 2015, femicide is preventable: public prevention, protection, and reception policies are identified as efficient tools.

"The woman reports it and she often has nowhere to go. Even when there is a protective measure given by the courts, the aggressor does not stop pursuing the woman because he imagines that the police will not arrive in time to prevent the crime. And they indeed don't arrive", analyzes Benedita Nascimento, activist and founding member of the Popular Women's Forum and the Articulated Movement of Amazon Women, in Rondônia.

For Nascimento, who works in the network to combat domestic violence in the capital Porto Velho, the commitment of delegates and prosecutors is remarkable, but the lack of personnel helps explain the high rate of femicide.

"There is a service deficit in the area of public security. The women's police stations do not have the necessary equipment, technical staff, and sufficient police officers. That is why women are dying", he explains, pointing out that there are eight specialized police stations for all 52 municipalities in Rondônia.

When questioned, the state Public Security Secretariat did not respond.

In addition to the absence of the state, Nascimento sees several sectors of society being unprepared to face the serious scenario. "I'm talking about schools, basic health units, family doctor teams, leaders in churches who are not prepared to read the signs of a woman, a family, who lives in a situation of violence. We have a particular action of social movements, but the rest is missing", he states.

Churches and oppression of women

With a critical look at society's behavior, Marcia Oliveira, professor at the Federal University of Roraima (Federal University of Roraima - UFRR) and researcher at the Migration Observatory in Rondônia, linked to the Federal University of Rondônia (UNIR), has been studying the context of the production of this violence for years.

"It has been being built. In the Amazon, historically, there has been a lot of violence in the formation of the states themselves. It is a continuous process of violation of human rights, violence against indigenous people, the poorest. A state of violence is being created", highlights Oliveira in interview with DW.

The growth in the political field of the conservative right, argues Oliveira, would have an influence in causing the silencing of women, especially in social movements, and promoting the repression of female political participation in political frameworks.

Another point would have to do with the expansion of evangelical churches in the region. "Honour killing seems more acceptable in Rondônia and other states in the North, such as Roraima. This has to do with the increase in fundamentalist religions, in which women are treated with a lot of submission, with a lot of subjugation", argues Oliveira, a doctor in Society and Culture in the Amazon by the Federal University of Amazonas (UFAM).

A recent survey signed by Victor Araújo, a researcher associated with the Center for Metropolis Studies, with headquarters at the University of São Paulo (USP) and the Brazilian Center for Analysis and Planning (Cebrap), showed that in 2019, 6,356 evangelical churches were opened in Brazil – an average of 17 new churches per day.

Rondônia stands out as an emblematic example of this expansion: second to last in the ranking of Brazilian states with the highest number of evangelical churches in the 1970s, Rondônia began to appear among the top five as of 2000. In 2019, there were 60 evangelical churches per 100 thousand inhabitants in that state.

Crimes are not investigated

In addition to the omission of the state and the unpreparedness of the police, guided by a public security policy focused on repression and not prevention, according to experts interviewed by Deutsche Welle, impunity is a major variable in the high number of femicides.

Another research led by Márcia Oliveira in the state of Roraima, which has the second highest rate of female homicides (10.8), most crimes are not investigated by the police. According to Oliveira, 70% of the officially registered cases of femicide that occurred during the pandemic occurred in mining regions.

"None of these cases had an ongoing investigation process, they were simply archived due to a lack of investigation conditions. In other words, crimes in mining areas are not investigated", comments the researcher.

Many of the murdered women were taken to areas of illegal activity in the Amazon to work as general service providers, such as cooks, and sexual services. "Crimes occur in a banal way. A woman who supplied food, for example, demanded her payment for the week. The miner simply shot her in the chest, turned his back and walked away. In front of a lot of people. And no one retains this person", cites one of the cases.

"I want him arrested"

Already alarming, the number of women who suffer violence in Brazil may be underreported. That's why Silvana Mariano, professor at the State University of Londrina (UEL) and coordinator of the Femicide Studies Laboratory (Lesfem), is betting on a different methodology to question official information.

"We believe that the data provided by Public Security departments is undersized. According to the methodology we adopted, we predominantly use press sources and sources in the territories and, from these, we reach other publications", explains Mariano.

For Lesfem researchers, just counting the crime is not enough, it is necessary to know more about the victims and the circumstances they lived in. "Before the crime is consummated as femicide, the circumstances involve violation of women's rights that are crossed by differences in power, which favor men, and which involve disregard for women", analyzes the scientist.

For Carla, who survived the femicide attempt, the attacker will never give up on annihilating the victim. "I wanted him to be arrested, he needs to be stopped. It's very difficult to say that. My daughter will suffer a lot. But he has to be arrested. How am I going to live my life if I don't even know where he is? I really want my children near me soon."

Source, translated by the blogger.