#look I know it took me witnessing literal police brutality to get involved but let me tell you it was the scariest night of my life

[wooshofficial]

See the thing is about all the things happening in Gaza right now is that it’s not an isolated conflict. It doesn’t affect just the Palestinian people. I’m American and I watched as 70+ of my peers and professors got brutalized by police for standing in solidarity with Palestine on Thursday, and we’re not the only college this has happened at. Hundreds of thousands of people have died in the past 7 months, including international doctors, refugees, journalists and reporters who hailed from all over. This genocide doesn’t just affect Palestine. It affects the world at large, so please keep your eyes on what’s happening in Gaza, Rafah, and wherever Israel decides to target next.

[demonsofhunting]

All My Sins - Chapter 7

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: Castiel can't avoid the truth any longer. Dean did bad things. It's likely that he will continue to do so. But should the priest betray the love of his life? Won't it break him, eventually?

Warnings: soooo much angst, feelings, descriptions of violence

Words: about 1600

A/N: Welcome to chapter 7! <3 I still can't believe that I made it this far! Seriously, for you this might not be much, but for me it's like the longest thing I've ever wrote. Even though I still struggle sometimes ( well, who doesn't? XD ). But your comments and reblogs motivate me so much! Keep going, guys! You're awesome! Thank you soooo much! *hugs literally everyone who walks by*

I hope you'll like this chapter! Enjoy! <3

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"Mr. Novak? Are you sure that you're alright?" The voice rings in Castiel's ears, brutally. He buries his face in his hands, nodding. His head hurts like hell. I have no idea what I'm doing right now... "I'm fine. It's just...the last day was pretty exhausting for me," he rasps, looking up again, and his broken gaze meets the policeman's. The nice guy drove him here, after Cas' little...break down. Actually, the priest was unconscious for roughly five heartbeats...he woke up laying on the ground, the policeman shouting in his face, worried. Well, that was more than just a little awkward. Now, they're at the police station, sitting in a separate room in 'which they can talk without being interrupted'. The room is bright and friendly, there's a large bookshelf in one corner. The windows are big with blue curtains, the desk between the priest and the policeman is pale and made of wood. Cas wraps the blanket, that a kind woman, who works here, gave to him, tighter around his shoulders. He blinks, trying to make the headache fade. It doesn't work. "I want to know what happened to Dean. Please," he says, trying to hold eye contact to the person in front of him. The other nods. It's the first time that Cas notices the name on the folder that lies in front of the policeman on the wooden surface. Mr. Jones. What an average name. "Well," Jones begins, swallowing. Cas raises his chin. "Please. Go ahead," he says, firmly. "Okay. There was a massacre going on yesterday night. It happened in the town next to this one. There were about ten people involved. Three of them died, their bodies were found at the bar where the slaughtering took place. Four were injured - to be exact, three of them are on the verge of death right now - , and the rest of the  people, who were involved, managed to flee. We assume that they were the ones, who started to attack the others as a group. But due to some eye witnesses this didn't seem to be the case. A woman said that she was in the bar's restrooms as hell broke lose. She took a look outside, and claimed that she saw only one man, who attacked the barkeeper, randomly, while the other guests tried to stop him. Maybe, the majority of the people, that are still missing, could manage to get away from the murderer, who must be still out there. What leads us to the difficult part of the story...I'm sorry to tell you - " "No." "Excuse me?" "No," Castiel repeates, shaking. His heart is racing, and his head feels like it's about to explode. This is too much, too much, too much... Jones' gaze softens, and Cas can tell with one look that the policeman feels bad for him. Really bad. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Novak. But we found some pretty clear evidence at the crime scene. We found DNA that matches the one of a man named Dean Winchester. Someone who already has some history with crime. I went through his files, and I have to admit that he looks like he would be definitely capable of doing something like that." Cas shakes his head, rapidly. "No...this can't be..." But there's a tiny, bad whisper in the back of his head, telling him things... Of course, it can. Where do you think the body in his living room came from? Maybe he killed the woman at first, and after that, he felt like going on a little murder spree would be a fun thing to do. Jones sighs. "Again, I'm sorry. But you need to cooperate with us, please. We know that you are a friend of his - or were. When was the last time you saw him? We need to know everything." The priest bites his lip, nervously. If they find out about the body that I buried, they won't let me go...I need to be careful. Come on, Novak! You need to stay strong! Castiel swallows, then he says: "The last time I saw him was yesterday. We...we went out for a walk together. We're both really interested in nature, you know? We love to challenge ourselves with hiking paths in the woods near town. It's fun. After that, I drove him back to his house, then I made my way home." Good, good. I'm gonna make it... Jones nods, writing something down. His brown eyes are meeting the other's again as he asks: "That was the last time you saw him?" "Yes," Cas confirmes, confidently. "Okay...did he act strange when you were hiking? Did he say anything - or did something - that was suspicious in any way?" The priest shakes his head, shrugging. "No. It didn't notice anything. He wasn't...different. Just himself. Kind, funny. Easy - going." "What about the last couple of months? Anything?" "No, nothing. Nothing that I noticed as strange." Jones hums, quietly. He tilts his head, thoughtfully. "We're almost done. I just need to ask you one more thing: Where do you think he could be right now? Any suggestions? He isn't at home, we already checked on that." Castiel pretends to actually think about it, then he answers: "I don't know. Obviously, we weren't as close as I thought we would be. In fact, I don't know much about him besides his name and his address. Maybe you should search for his car. I think he drives an impala. I can give you his licence plate...at least the parts that I remember." I need to get out of here. I need to contact Dean. I need to warn him. I need to - "Thank you," Jones nods, "It would be great if you could do that. It helps a lot." After Cas wrote the numbers and letters, that he remembered, down on a small note, he hands it to the policeman, and asks, carefully: "Is there a big search going on?" Jones raises an eyebrow in disbelief. "It is," he says, lightly surprised, "If there's a psycho killer running around, we have to stop him. The search for him everywhere in the whole country. He might be still dangerous. It will be all over the news within the next days. We'll get him, I'm positive. I feel very sorry for you. Sometimes, our friends are our worst enemies."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's around ten o'clock in the morning as the policeman's car reaches Castiel's home once again. The priest thanks him, and steps out. He watches the car as it disappears into the foggy morning, thoughtfully. Dean...what did you do...? And...and...why? Suddenly, he can't hold back the tears any longer. He cries out loud, his fists balled, painfully. He looks up to the sky, hopelessly. "Why are you doing this to me?!" he screams, and repeats the words until his lungs feel like they're burning, "Why?! All I did was following my heart! Isn't that what humans are supposed to to?!" And with these words, he storms into the house, runs up the stairs until he reaches his apartment, steps in, and closes the door behind him. He leans against it, closing his eyes. Slowly, he begins to believe what the policeman told him. He need to say it, needs to feel the words on his tongue. "Dean is a murderer," he whispers, and it feels like he's drowning. Sharp knives are stabbing into his heart. Again. And again. And - "Dean is a murderer," he repeats, crying, "He...he is a murderer, he - fuck!" Cas sits down, slowly. He shakes his head. "And I still love him...I love him so much...I need him," he mutters, sobbing, "I need to find him, we...we can get through this, we...I bet he had a reason to commit these crimes, probably, he - " He doesn't even know. He punches against the wall, his fist is hitting the firm surface with a loud bang. The pain that pulses through his arm at this moment is nothing compared to the agony in his heart. With shaking hands he pulls out his phone, and tries to call Dean. It rings, but his boyfriend doesn't answer. In this moment there is so much pain, anger and desperation inside him, that suddenly, all Cas manages to do is chuckle. He doesn't even know why, it just comes out of his throat. It sounds wrong, strange, and everything but good. He doesn't like it. But it feels like it awakens something inside of him. A determination, and that's something he can work with. Finally. He blinks the tears away, and gets to his feet. The priest just realised something. The police will probably question me again. It's very likely, that - sooner or later - they'll think that I have something to do with the massacre. I need to find Dean, no matter what. I need to warn him. And I need to do that before they catch him...if they're faster than me, we will be damned. Castiel wipes over his face with a tired gesture. The irony of his thought makes him shiver. "Well, maybe I should say: 'We will be more damned than we already are'", he mutters.

( A/N: CHAPTER EIGHT <3  )

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[ifninomiko]

[Ficlet]  Damsels in Distress

This is what I did instead of make progress on Archipelago.  I have fic avoidance down to some sort of art form.

Series: Prowl meets Cable?  I don’t know if this counts as a series yet?  This is a sequel to In Rear View -> Back Alley Doctors and references this.

‘Verse:  Marvel comics and Transformers.

Description:  The reinforcements arrive.

Warnings:  Very literally a write and post adventure.  I am my own very beta, which should be all the warning you need.  Meanwhile, unreliable narration is always in place.

"Rude much?!"  Two bullets cut through the two men closest to them, a deadly unwasteful accuracy, economy of motion rather than a generous spray of ammo.  "Don't you guys know that you're supposed to hit on a sexy nurse and not actually hit them?" A rough voice asked, lilting upwards into a smokey tenor.  Nathan's never been more glad to hear Wade's beautiful voice than he is right now, unarmed, trapped in an alley with a non combatant and an alien that wouldn't break cover to act.

The men fall as Wade lands on Prowl's roof, knees bending as he folds into a crouch and rolls down the hood to bleed off momentum rather than break his legs.  The roof doesn't flex beneath his weight and neither does the hood, as unyielding as concrete, more proof that Prowl more impervious than he appeared.  

"Wade -- " Nathan doesn't like how breathless he sounds, like a damsel in distress rather than a soldier.  Reinforcements, he thinks hysterically, Prowl called Wade to reinforce them!

Wade drew his swords, spinning them in his hands in a deadly whirl of steel, inhumanly fast as the remaining men take shots at him, only to have the bullets reflected back at them off the gleaming curve of steel.  They must not have more than the one energy weapon if they're using bullets now.

"I'm hurt, Nate!" Wade declares as he leaps clear of Prowl.  A door swings open, knocking an attacker into the downward arc of Wade's  blade, splashing blood across the white and black paint of the police car.  Headlights flash, blinding those in front of Prowl with a strobe light burst.  Wade cuts them down as if he had always had a car for a fighting partner.  "If you were going to take part in a major crossover event, I expect you to call your friends!"

Nathan almost laughs, except it would hurt too much, "Mario Kart ended our friendship."

Wade spins, decapitating a man, "Batter up!"  The head flies through the air, and ricochets off the door Prowl flicked out to prevent it from striking Linda.  Wade thrust his sword point first at Nathan's face, an action that would have been more threatening if he hadn't been all the way across the alley from him.  "The blue shell was a betrayal too far," he said dramatically.

"Blue shell?" Linda asked incredulously.

"He knocked me right off Rainbow Road," Wade complained to her, outraged, as he gutted the man sneaking up behind him from stem to stern before kicking him off his blade, "and I was going to win too!"  

"He wasn't going to win," Nathan eased off of Linda and sagged against Prowl's tire.  Wade was here, despite everything that was between them.  There was a brutal efficiency in every motion despite how flippant his sweet voice was, a sign that Wade took these enemies seriously and what Wade took seriously usually ended up alright.  "And the look on his face was not to missed," he confided.

Linda sat up immediately and turned to help Nathan into a sitting position against Prowl's side despite the incredulous expression that had overtaken her face.  

"For the look on my ugly face he ends our friendship," Wade said dramatically, "Don't you know the bro code?  Fellows before shell ... " there was a brief pause where Wade realized that didn't actually rhyme, "-os!"

Nathan helpfully pointed that out, "That doesn't even rhyme."

"Shut up!  I am a master poet, you unappreciative, uncultured barbarian!"

"That's Deadpool," Linda hissed quietly, no doubt finally matching all the talking with the uninhibited violence taking place around them. The red suit probably helped with that too. Nathan smirked in reply.  

"That's my call sign, don't wear it out!  Though beautiful damsels in distress can call me Wade," Wade sang out before adding pointedly, "This asshole who used to be my friend can call me Mr. Pool."

"Bros before hos, Wade." Nathan tipped his head back against Prowl's warm side at Wade's cry of outrage, closing his eyes as he smiled.  Wade was here and he was so tired.

"Boss!" "Cable!" "Nate!"

Prowl's doors snapped shut with a bang that jerked Nathan out of the dark well he had been sinking into.  He was half on his feet again before the world rushed back in and he clutched his side, Linda staggering under his weight when she tried to steady him.  He reached out blindly with his mechanical arm and Wade pushed himself underneath it, babbling into his ear, "Let me get this big lug off your hands."

Nathan gratefully relieved Linda of the burden by putting all his weight on Wade's taller and broader shoulders.  "Oof!  Have you gained weight?  You need to lay off the gruel and future grasshoppers.  It's done nothing for your figure.  Your manhood is slipping away.  Is that -- gasp! -- a brown hair on your chiseled jaw?  Say it ain't so."  

"I need one of them for -- " it was more difficult than normal to concentrate, to cut across the flow of words to get what he needed to say out.  

"Questioning?" Thankfully, Wade still seemed capable of reading his mind.  "One of them's still alive ... or at least, he's not going to bleed out any time soon.  I think your sexy crossover car will probably keep him from crawling off."

"These units are under arrest.  Do not be afraid, citizens."

"That is just ... adorable.  Can we adopt him?"

"Divorced," Nathan muttered into Wade's throat and couldn't quite remember if he said it as a reminder or because adopting an alien car was too complicated.

"We need to get him inside, Deadpool," Linda reminded him as she shoved the door to the clinic open and gestured for Wade to follow her.

"People get remarried," Wade shrugged and turned, bending at the waist as he hooked an arm under Nathan's knees and literally swept him off his feet.  Nathan groaned as the motion lanced pain up his side, but there was too much effort involved in regaining anything resembling dignity so he just let his head fall against Wade's shoulder and shut his eyes.  "And since I'm carrying you over a threshold again, I'm thinking we can just skip past all those justice of the peace parts and jump straight to the nuptials.  What do you say?"

"Romantically coerce him into marriage after I patch him up."

"Only if you'll be the witness," Wade said sweetly as he strode into the clinic.

Notes:  In Cable & Deadpool, Nathan compares Wade's voice to Demi Moore's, which I have always assumed to mean that they both have a rough/smokey tone (in keeping with other descriptions the comics provide as to what Wade's voice sounds like) ... but it entertains me to think that he literally sounds like Demi Moore.

So that up there is the official version, but there were two versions with a randomly appearing Spider-Man, which I have included below.  I had too many people on screen and I felt Spider-Man wasn’t being properly represented, so I deleted him.  Better he not even be there than be utterly useless, right?

"He wasn't going to win," Nathan eased off of Linda and sat up with effort, breathing hard as he struggled with the flare up of pain.  Wade was here, despite everything that was between them.  There was a brutal efficiency in every motion despite how flippant his sweet voice was, a sign that Wade took these enemies seriously and what Wade took seriously usually ended up alright.  "And the look on his face was not to missed," he confided.

Linda was under his arm in an instant, helping him to his feet despite the incredulous expression that had overtaken her face.  

"For the look on my ugly face he ends our friendship," Wade said dramatically, "Don't you know the bro code?  Fellows before shell ... " there was a brief pause where Wade realized that didn't actually rhyme, "-os!"

Nathan helpfully pointed that out, "That doesn't even rhyme."

"Shut up!  I am a master poet, you unappreciative, uncultured barbarian!"

"That's Deadpool," Linda hissed quietly, no doubt finally matching all the talking with the uninhibited violence taking place around them. The red suit probably helped with that too. Nathan smirked in reply.  

"That's my call sign, don't wear it out!  Though beautiful damsels in distress can call me Wade," Wade sang out before adding pointedly, "This asshole who used to be my friend can call me Mr. Pool."

"Bros before hos, Wade." Nathan steadied himself between Linda and Prowl's side as Wade cried out in outrage.

Prowl's doors abruptly snapped shut and Nathan looked around, past the carnage that was Wade at work as he tried to find what had made Prowl suddenly go still and innocuous.  Not five seconds later a thwip thwip thwip sounded and the last three men were being webbed to the dirty wall.  "Oh my god, Deadpool, stop!"  

Wade flicked his blades, a practiced motion that shed the blood from them, but he didn't put them away.  In the close quarters fight, he hadn't risked additional ricochet by adding his own bullets to the mix, but the drawback was that now the alley was littered with blood spray and butchered corpses.  Prowl's clean white was splashed in more red than Nathan had realized until now.  Wade didn't look at Nathan or Claire, his head had turned upwards as Spider-Man landed on the fire escape above them.  "What are you doing?!" He sounded a cross between horrified and utterly scandalized.  "I thought we agreed there would be no more killing!"

The line of tension in Wade's shoulders was like a scream to Nathan even though his voice was light and airy.  "Well, you know how it goes, Spidey.  My hand just slipped.  Ten times at least!  I think I have a real gift for alley decor.  Do you think heads on pikes, framing the door in an archway, would be too much?  On second thought, there can never be too much warning ... not to fuck with a clinic."  A black snarl slid into Wade's sweet voice on the end and Spider-Man's shoulders went back.  The moment hung on a knife edge and the tension that coiled in Wade's shoulders vibrated.  

"Leave them alone.  You're done enough damage tonight," Spider-Man growled, "I'm --

Nathan cut coolly across whatever he was going to say, "I only need one of them for questioning."

"Deadpool, no --  don't!"

Nathan smiled and closed his eyes, tiredness beginning to overtake him, as two men screamed as they were gutted.  He didn't feel smug at all.  

....

Maybe a little bit smug.

"Leave them alone.  You're done enough damage tonight," Spider-Man growled, "I'm --

Nathan cut coolly across whatever he was going to say, "I only need one of them for questioning."

Before the final syllable had even faded, Wade lunged, his blades sliding across two throats so deeply that the heads nearly lolled off their bodies, blood arcing through the air.  He flicked his blades, a flashy whirl of steel and fury, before he sheathed them in one smooth motion.  He spun on his heel and bowed to Linda and Nathan, sweeping an arm out to encompass the alley, "Hello, Nurse!"

Nathan smiled and tilted his head to stare Spider-Man right in his eye-holes -- at trick he had perfected with Wade -- before dismissing him, reaching for Wade with his mechanical arm in a silent demand.

"Let me get this big lug off your hands," Wade didn't run or strut, but it was an awfully swift and self-satisfied saunter.  He pushed himself under Nathan's outstretched arm and Nathan gratefully relieved Linda of the burden by putting all his weight on Wade's taller and broader shoulders.  "Oof!  Have you gained weight?  You need to lay off the gruel and future grasshoppers.  It's done nothing for your figure.  Your manhood is slipping away.  Is that -- gasp! -- a brown hair on your chiseled jaw?  Say it ain't so."

Nathan pressed his forehead against the side of Wade's head, closing his eyes tiredly, and murmured against his ear, "Thank you, Wade."

"For what?  Being made of awesome?  I guess I do deserve a parade," Wade mused thoughtfully, "Or at least a chocolate fountain attended by scantily clad super time soldiers?"

Nathan chuckled and groaned with regret as it made his side spasm in pain.

Linda pushed the door to the clinic open and held it.  She looked up at the infuriated Spider-Man and said pointedly, "You could help clean up the mess instead of perch up there and disapprove."

"What?!  No!  I'm calling the police!"

Linda gestured at Prowl, "They already did."

The air vibrated and Belle whimpered as a high pitched whine built, scraping across Nathan's very nerves.  Something exploded high on the wall and Spider-Man yelped, newly outraged, "That was new!"  The gravel bounced and Nathan grit his teeth as his whole mechanical arm vibrated, a burning agony that whited out all other sensations.  The energy weapon exploded in a shower of sparks and smoking metal, plasma splashing across the concrete by Prowl's tire.  A dozen tiny electronics on the soldiers exploded in eerie unison.  The vibration abruptly cut off and Nathan gasped for air as the lack of blinding pain brought the world abruptly back into focus.  He was no longer standing up at all, he was being carried, Wade's arms under his legs and shoulders.  Dimly, he decided that was a good thing, since it meant he couldn't fall down.

"What the hell?!" Wade snapped, kicking out at Prowl's tire.

"Tracking devices neutralized."

"You made the tamagotchi cry!" Wade growled, hitching Nathan higher in his arms.

There was a beat of silence through which must have passed digital communications because Belle abruptly stirred from her catatonic curl.

"It's okay," Belle whispered on his shoulder.  Static laced her voice, but it grew stronger as she spoke, "I'm okay.  Really.  It doesn't hurt any more."

"That's it," Linda snapped, "Get in the clinic!"

Notes:  I admit it.  Spider-Man was originally there so Prowl could blow up his camera.

[shoutatthadevil]

Watch "devils knot" on Netflix, I believe the WM3 are innocent

Thanks but I don’t need to. I’ve seen all three paradise lost documentaries and once believed they were innocent too. However like most documentaries, it was biased, and left out incredible amounts of evidence that did not go along with what they were trying to prove (their innocence). Let’s look at that evidence. This first section is taken from Reddit user luckyballandchain. Everything he posts is sourced straight from court documents and evidence:

No substantial evidence? Excuse me

Damien has never come up with an Alibi for where he was during the murders. Well, actually he has, per Damien: > “At the time the police say the murders took place I was actually on the phone with three different people. The problem was, my attorneys never called them to the stand.” - Damien Echols (source)

Really? Lets examine these three (actually four) other peoples testimony, shall we? Do they exonerate him like he suggests? In a word, no. They weren’t called because they exposed Damien’s alibi for the total lie it was.

Holly George - Damien claimed he talked to Holly George on May 5th, 1993. Holly told police she didn’t talk to Damien that evening. She said she spoke with him much earlier in the afternoon, around 3:00pm or 4:00pm. (source)

Heather Cliett - Damien claimed he spoke with Heather Cliett on the evening of May 5th, 1993. Cliett said she’d been unable to reach Echols until 10:30pm. She also mentioned that Holly George told her that Echols had been “out walking around” on May 5th, 1993. (source)

Domini Teer - Damien’s girlfriend, Domini Teer, said she last saw Damien around 5:00-5:30pm on May 5th, 1993. She said she did not speak with him again until Damien called her around 10:00pm that night. (source)

Jennifer Bearden - The one Damien misses out because it’s most damaging. Bearden told police in a 9/10/93 statement that she called Jason’s house between 4:15pm and 5:30pm on May 5th, 1993. She says Jason answered the phone and she talked to Jason and Damien for about 20 minutes. Damien told her he and Jason were “going somewhere” and to call him back at 8:00pm. When Bearden called Damien’s house at 8:00pm his grandmother answered. Damien’s grandmother told Bearden that Damien “wasn’t there.” In her police statement, Bearden says she finally reached Damien around 9:20pm. (source)

So where were Damien and co for four to five hours that happen to coincide with the time of the murders? Well we don’t know. Damien told Jennifer that Jason’s mom had driven them somewhere… which was a lie because she was at work til 11pm (source). It’s strange that he can’t come up with an alibi that holds up isn’t it? Surely if he’s innocent, he just needs to tell us where he was? So why doesn’t he?

Jessie Misskelley has no alibi either. I know, you’re about to say he was in a karate tournament, but he wasn’t. The so-called photos depict a different event a month prior, and the “witnesses” all gave conflicting testimony. This alibi only emerged after a previous alibi (he was at a party with 12 other people) fell apart (source)

And nor does Jason Baldwin, after an attempt to get his brother and a friend (Ken Watkins) to lie for him, he stopped trying to construct one; to the point that in 2008 his lawyer stood up in court and said he couldn’t find a reliable alibi witness for Jason. (source). It’s really weird that three totally innocent men all tried to fabricate alibis for the same period of time that just happens to correspond with a murder they’re suspected of. Really weird that.

Blue wax found on the bodies matched wax found in Damien’s room and a candle belonging to his girlfriend (Photo of candle taken during search)

The Knife - multiple people testified it was Damien’s knife, including his ex-girlfriend Deanna Holcomb (source). She said Damien’s knife stood out because it had a compass, and the knife manufacturer testified that the knife found was missing a compass (source)

But it doesn’t end there. The so called “bitemark” on Stevie Branch (photo) perfectly matches the diameter of the compass slot, complete with central wound for the pin (picture of knife with compass to compare). It’s shocking that an innocent man’s knife would match not just the knife wounds, but other contusions on the body too.

A necklace was found (too late to be included in trial evidence) in Damien’s possession that was covered with blood. Tests proved that the DNA on it was consistent with Damien, Jason and… Stevie Branch. (source)

The three boys were tied with three, distinct, unique knots. This usually points to three distinct killers and is almost unheard of in cases involving just one suspect (source)

Paradise Lost claims “there was no blood at the crime scene” which is… wrong. Completely. Here are the Luminol test results. “It lit up like a Christmas tree […] there was a lot of blood there”

Damien was seen, by a family that knew him very well near the crime scene on the night of the murders. The Hollingsworth Family, who correctly described Damien’s clothes, thought they saw him with his girlfriend. They have never retracted this statement and gained nothing by coming forward, except to have their credibility attacked again and again by WM3 researchers looking to discount their sighting. Despite this, one of the key reasons Narlene Hollingsworth was called to testify was her reputation for brutal honesty, even when it came to her own children. (more info on The Hollingsworth Sighting)

Green Fibres found at the crime scene matched a shirt in Damien’s home (source). Red fibres that the police suspected were from a bathrobe in Misskelley’s home but stressed that they couldn’t match them, were retested by the defense in 2008 and found not to match. It’s odd that they would retest the fibres known to not be a match, but not the ones that were a match, isn’t it? What’s even odder is that they neglected to mention that owing to evidence decay, most crime labs refused to retest for the defense, saying that after all this time they would have decayed too much and that “any findings, would be deeply suspect - no matter which side they favored”. Odd that they forgot to mention this.

Damien is a liar. Straight up. He lies to his supporters to make his innocence seem more compelling and lies to make himself seem more of a martyr. A few examples:

“I lived 15 miles away from West Memphis and the crime scene” (2010 interview, Larry King interview). He lived in a trailer park in West Memphis, less than two miles away from the crime scene.“I never went to West Memphis… Hardly at all” (2010 interview). He was known for walking around West Memphis constantly, and testified in 1994: “I walk around frequently… there’s not much to do”“I wasn’t familiar with Robin Hood Hills before the murders… it was a residential area, and I only went to West Memphis to go to Walmart and stuff” (2010). In 1994, in response to the question “how often do you go to Robin Hood Hills?” Damien responded “two, three times a week? Probably more”.He literally agreed with the prosecutor on the stand that he was moving events around depending on what time he needed to cover. You see him cover for this in Paradise Lost by saying he was “Daydreaming”In his book “Almost Home” Damien claims he “barely” knew Jessie Misskelley. The testimony of Domini Teer, Jim McNease, Jason Crosby, Deanna Holcomb, and about 15 others testifies to a friendship between the two, with everyone mentioning them walking around town together, attending events, turning up at people’s houses together and so on. It’s a total lie, and a poor one.Claimed Marc Gardner “raped” him in prison. He later retracted the whole thing after investigation proved he hadn’t. The prison at the time said he retracted the claims after he was told a report would be published that called him “a manipulative pathological liar”. He was concerned about the effect this would have on his supporters.Claims his mom and sister never visited him in prison (“maybe one or two times… but not often.. my sister only came twice and stopped coming after”). Prison records prove he’s lying and that his mother visited weekly, while his sister came fortnightly or once a month when she was busy.He told Piers Morgan that the prison forced him to “eat with his hands”. “I had to learn to use a fork again”, a claim that is demonstrably bullshit.Odd that an innocent man lies enough to be called a “manipulative pathological liar”.

Misskelley and Echols failed their polygraph tests (Echols’ results | Misskelley’s results). Not conclusive, but interesting.

It’s frequently claimed that Jodee Medford and the Softball Girls (the girls who heard Damien brag about the murders) have recanted their stories. They haven’t. It’s based on a misunderstanding of a declaration by Medford’s mother and ascribing her words to Jodee: http://callahan.8k.com/wm3/d_medford_declaration.html

The Confessions - Jessie didn’t confess “once” after hours of questioning. That’s another lie.May 6th 1993 - The day after the murders, Jessie told his friend Buddy Lucas that he’d “hurt some boys” the day before. He then cried and gave Buddy a pair of sneakers (source)May - June 1993 - Jessie is heard crying, praying and apologizing in his room. He would later be diagnosed with PTSD, after witnessing a “traumatic event” that people still think he completely made up.June 3, 1993 - Jessie arrived with his father for questioning and confesses. This is where people imply he was questioned for 12 hours. He wasn’t. He arrived at 10am and confessed at 2:20pm. Only two hours of that time was interrogation (source)June 11, 1993 - Jessie confesses to his attorneys (source)August 19, 1993 - Jessie Misskelley met with his attorney, Dan Stidham, at the Clay County Detention Center and confessed again (source)February 4, 1994 - On the day he was sentenced, Jessie confessed to the officers driving him to the prison (source)February 8, 1994- Jessie put his hand on a Bible and swore to his attorney (Dan Stidham) that he, Damien, and Jason committed the murders. As proof, he told Stidham that he was drunk on Evan Williams whiskey during the murders and the broken bottle could be found where he threw it on the ground under a bridge in West Memphis. Stidham told prosecutors he would be force to believe his client’s confession if he could find that bottle. So Stidham, WMPD, and the prosecutors drove to West Memphis to look for it. They found a broken Evan Williams bottle in the exact area that Jessie said it would be. (source)February 17, 1994 - Jessie confesses again, this time to the prosecutors. His attorneys begged him not to give this confession, but he gave it anyway (source)October 24, 1994 - Jessie’s cell mate wrote to the prosecutors begging him to keep the WM3 in prison, saying Jessie had repeatedly confessed to the crime in detail and describing it as “awful” and “cold”. He had no reason to do this, it was no benefit to him.. he was simply disturbed by the campaign to release the WM3 after what Jessie had said (source)1994 - Present Day - Jessie continued to confess, possibly to prison counselors (heavily rumored and hinted at by his own attorney and said to be the reason Damien Echols fell out with him) but definitely to fans, most notably one known as TrueRomance, who as a result of what Jessie told her switched from one of their most vocal supporters to the total opposite and her story can be read here

Oh let’s finish on my absolute favorite one: Satanic Panic.

Worried that the case would be branded an example of “Satanic Panic” the trial was moved over an hour away to Jonesboro (Echols and Baldwin) and Corning (Misskelley) in order to give the defendants a better shot at seating fair, unbiased juries. All those “damning” stories in the West Memphis papers? The jury never saw them. All those damning rumors? The jury never heard them. The jury was mostly under 30, with very little religious influence (Jonesboro is a college town, and it was thought the younger Jury pool would favor the WM3, to the point that the state was accused of bias against the prosecution…)

During his initial police interview, Echols stated that the killer probably urinated in one or more of the boys’ mouths, apropos of nothing.

Urine was later found in the stomachs of 2 of the victims, but that information was given by phone only to Gitchell, and not before May 16th, 1993. There is no possible way Damien Echols could have had case- specific information unless he was there or knew someone that was that told him what occurred, as the detective interviewing him at the time was clueless to that fact during the interview. At the time Damien mentioned this detail, no one would have known about this, except those directly involved with the crime. Damien attempted to explain this away by saying he was “thinking about what I would have done if I was the killer”.

Source: https://amp.reddit.com/r/UnresolvedMysteries/comments/4mw5nl/what_case_has_kept_you_up_at_nightdoesnt_sit_well/d41kjxq

The above link contains every source link that’s missing above, I’m just too lazy to source it myself.

Also there is this website, the owner has literally combed through every piece of evidence, read Damiens books, transcribed his interviews, etc

https://thewm3revelations.wordpress.com/author/wm3revelations/

I totally suggest looking through that website. Most people I know who think they are guilty were at one point convinced that they were innocent due to the movies and documentaries. It doesn’t have to change your opinion but you’re doing yourself an injustice by only knowing one side.