#ninety nine percent of his problems could have been solved with murder (that his best friend would have done zero questions asked)

[braedenhales]

Usually I understand why villains have a problem with the protagonist but I don’t understand it in Teen Wolf. Like they just rolled into town saw a nice guy and went he needs to go.

[thedarksideofriverdale]

In Unity, There is Strength Part 8

Riverdale AU - Werewolves  ----- Kurtz X OC

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Three cars, closely following each other, were speeding to the hospital. The first car had the hospital’s newest admission, the girl who knows too much. After parking near the ER, the entire pack ran towards the automatic double doors, Jughead hugging Zara closely to his body. Her eyes were glazed over, and the pack knew that her injuries didn’t just stop at her throat being nearly lacerated. The nurse at the front desk quickly grabbed the virtually immobile girl and called out for the doctor. After she was taken away, the group of teens sat solemnly in the waiting room. Numerous phones were buzzing, concerned parents wondering why their kids skipped school and why they were gone for several hours. “I should’ve gotten there sooner,” Cheryl whispered. “My powers failed me.” Tears were cascading down her face, and Toni slowly slipped her hand into her girlfriend’s to give comfort. “It wasn’t your fault, Cheryl,” Jughead said equally as quiet. He then looked at Archie, who had a rather peculiar expression on his face which Jughead determined as a look of guilt. “Archie? Is there something you want to say?” Archie avoided Jughead’s eyes and exhaled deeply. “I should’ve known she was going to do something like this… something reckless.” Betty furrowed her brows and asked, “How could you have known, Arch?” “Because she told me what was going on.” At the statement, Kurtz got out of his chair and left the waiting room. Jughead raised an eyebrow at this and asked, “What’s his problem?” to which Archie responded, “He’s why Zara’s been a bit… distraught.” Jughead quickly got out of his chair to follow Kurtz, but Archie stopped him. “It’s not gonna help, Jug. Remember when I was talking about the informer Zara was talking to.” The pack nodded slowly. “Well, the informer is Kurtz. And, the favor she offered was… letting him stay at her house.” The entire pack exclaimed in anger, and the hospital staff had to come in and shush them. “Now, I’m definitely going to talk to the psycho alpha,” Jughead said with unadulterated anger on his face. And, this time, Archie didn’t stop him. Jughead exited the hospital and saw the omega in the parking lot, kicking rocks around. “Hey!” Kurtz looked up at Jughead with a somber face. “You killed our only route to the ‘Dark Lord,’ and now, I hear from Archie that you’re the one making Zara an anxious mess. What do you have to say to defend yourself?”

“Didn’t think you cared about Zara seeing that your girlfriend keeps you preoccupied ninety-nine percent of the time,” Kurtz said with a smirk. Jughead clenched his fists and tried to control his anger. He seriously didn’t need to “wolf-out” in front of a hospital. “Listen, I’m just trying to understand.”

Kurtz nodded and proceeded to say, “I… may have scared Zara last night… badly. She was butting into my business-“ “Only because she wants to help.” “Well, I don’t need her help!” “But, clearly you do! Without her, you wouldn’t have a home!” Kurtz exhaled deeply, a chilly cloud appearing in front of his face. Jughead, knowing that he wouldn’t get any more information out of him, went back inside the hospital. He keenly noticed that Kurtz followed him inside, and the rest of the pack glared at the omega. But, the group immediately got up when the doctor came to the waiting room with a smile on his face. “Your friend is going to be alright. Most of the trauma was shock, and she will have to work on that on her own with a therapist. As her friends, I implore you to help her with this. Because Ms. Fatehi has said that she was nearly killed, I’ve called the sheriff, and he will want all of your statements. You may go see her, but do not jostle her too much,” the doctor said. Archie went ahead of everyone to enter the room where he saw Zara sitting up with a food tray in front of her. An angry red line marred her neck, but she didn’t seem physically harmed elsewhere. However, Archie could feel pain from her ribs and back. Going up to her slowly without greeting, he gripped her wrist. Slowly, black tendrils went up his arms as pain started coursing through him. “Archie,” Zara began. “You really don’t have to take away my pain.” With a smile, Archie said, “It’s the least I can do.” He let go of her arm and held her hand. Veronica looked at them with jealousy, but said nothing. Zara was smiling at all of her friends, but when she looked at Kurtz, she dropped her smile. “You know the police are going to question you,” she said. “Claw marks don’t have fingerprints,” Kurtz said as he took a sip of the free coffee from the front desk. Archie clenched his jaw but tried to not grip Zara’s hand too tightly. Zara saw this and squeezed gently. 

“Regardless, we need to get our stories straight. I didn’t and won’t lie from my part except for what I saw in the end. I went into the woods, planning on finding more evidence because I’m a meddlesome kid, and I was nearly killed by a psychopath with a cloak covering his face.” Zara looked at the banshee who was looking nervous. “Cheryl, what are you going to say? How did you find me?” Before Cheryl spoke, Archie interjected, “I’ll say that I thought you would be doing something like this because you were feeling anxious, and I told our friends that we should help you.” Cheryl nodded and said, “We knew you would go to the woods because it is public knowledge that all of the killings happened in some part of the woods. After we parked our cars, we walked straight into a clearing and then heard you screaming.” Jughead then said, “We ran towards the scream and saw you getting choked by the cloaked man.” 

Reggie added, “We fought off the guy and managed to drag you out of the woods, and we don’t know anything about his death.” 

Jughead was starting to get nervous now. “Everyone, don’t mention his death. When my dad says it, we all act shocked. Zara, you should shed some tears out of fear, okay? Seriously, guys. My dad can’t know about werewolves existing, ok?”  The teens waited in the room for half an hour until the sheriff knocked on the door and came in. He was surprised to see so many people in one hospital room. But, before he could say anything, Zara’s mother came in through the door, and Archie let go of Zara’s hand so her mother could hug her. FP cleared his throat and began his interrogation. “So, let me get this straight: all of you went looking for her in the woods? How did you know she was going to be there, and why was it so vital you look for her instead of staying in school?” he asked, looking at Jughead in the end. Cheryl replied, “We knew that Zara wasn’t really sick and that she wanted to solve the case. She’s been a bit anxious about the murders, and she wanted to help out.” Zara nodded when the sheriff looked at her. The deputy glared at her daughter, but stayed silent. Archie added, “I was the one who told everyone she might go to the woods because that’s where all the killings happened, and I asked everyone to come along so that we could help her. We felt duty-bound to Riverdale and our friend.” Zara smirked thinking, Classic hero-complex Archie. FP, after jotting down some notes, asked, “How did you all find her?” Jughead replied, “When we parked outside of the woods, we headed straight in because we thought she wouldn’t be very deep in the woods. We found her after we heard her scream.” Betty added, “We knew something was wrong when we saw the confidential folder, deputy, that must belong to you. It was on the ground in the clearing of the woods.” The deputy again glared at her daughter. Zara then said, “That’s where I originally was because I knew the first murder happened in the clearing, but I head a noise and walked towards it only to be punched in the ribs and back by a cloaked figure.” “When we went towards the source of her scream, we saw her tied up against a tree with a wire enclosed around her neck, which was getting tightened by that cloaked man,” Reggie said. FP asked, “So, what did you do to save her?” Here comes the lies, Zara thought. “Kurtz tackled the cloaked figure, and Archie fought him back as well until Reggie untied me and dragged me away.” FP looked at the dark clothed boy and raised a brow. He remembered the boy getting caught up in drugs before he became sheriff. 

Even though no one asked him what lie he was going to come up with, Kurtz said, “I knocked him out and ran out of the woods with the rest.” “You’re positive you didn’t do anything more than that, young man?” FP asked, eyeing Kurtz in suspicion. “I don’t know what you’re implying, but yes, I’m sure I didn’t do anything else.” “Well, the cloaked man was found dead next to the wire and rope I’m assuming he used against Zara.” At that, tears sprang out of Zara’s eyes as was planned. “He was found with three gashes across his neck. Are you positive you kids don’t know anything about this?” All of them looked at him with their best expressions of shock. And then, they responded with “Positive.”

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A Royal Rant On the First Amendment

Today, this article caught my eye:

http://www.salon.com/2017/01/26/watch-minnesota-protesters-erupt-after-lawmakers-pass-bill-allowing-state-agencies-to-sue-demonstrators-for-police-overtime-costs/?source=newsletter

(I don’t know if this’ll be a clickable link when I post this–here’s hoping!)

Minnesota Republicans: What the fucking fuck!? For the so-called “Party of Lincoln” who’s supposedly anti-slavery, y'all are sure doing a fine job of muzzling Constitutional rights! It’s bad enough that the Republicans who go into government are money-obsessed, blinded-by-ambition, well-to-do, clueless, bubble-inhabiting, royalty wannabe’s. You, ALL of you that I have ever seen or heard tell of are blind, blind, blind to the realities of life for those of us who are scraping by (or not, and are going underwater).

It’s bad enough that you seem to think that all of life’s problems can be solved by investing in the stock market and everything’s coming up roses. You strip us of every red penny you can, going and coming. You like to set everything up to be bought and paid for (so-called “privitization”), expecially that which should be publicly accessible. A minor, but still irritating, example of this in my opinion is the travesty to transportation known as toll roads.

But now, you’re putting a price tag on our Constitutional rights!!!!!!!

Now, you’re trying to say and make into law that we have to PAY to exercise our right to free speech!!!!! Fuck you!!! If y'all weren’t so dead-set on pursuing harmful policies that kill–yes, I said KILL, as in MURDER–poor folks, you wouldn’t have to worry about demonstrations!!! But, no, you go skipping merrily along, making the way smooth for your rich, fat-cat friends; and if any of the madding crowd decides to state their collective displeasure, unhappiness, and misery about the situation, all of a sudden it’s a big NO–unless you pay!

Oh, what’s that? “You little folks have no money, so too bad,” you mock at us? Well, it’s pretty obvious that your high-falutin’, big-money education didn’t cover the “Three R’s” very well, particularly the last “R”–‘Rithmatic. Listen in, if you dare.

My familial Americans, allow me to remind you about something regarding that ever-lovin’ 10% that’s at the top of the heap with all the money and power, and most especially the top 1% . It’s true that they hold all the strings, BUT. They’re only 1% , or at best, 10% . We are the other 90% . Ninety percent, at worst. Ninety-nine percent at best. Think about that for a moment. Even if I were to make the (probably totally safe assumption) that the bulk of the upper 25% might stick together, that still leaves the rest of us “REAL” folks being the balance of 75% .

Think Louis XVI for a moment.

The rich folks are very good about watching out after their own interests, oh, yes they are. And it is no accident that our political system is geared towards the requirement that one must have access to butt-loads of money in order to run for public office. Do the rich folks watch after their own? Do they cover their backsides? Oh, yes, you bet they do.

Do they watch after the best interests for the rest of us? Not so much. They’re CLUELESS, never forget, about our daily struggle. So, essentially one could make the argument that the majority of us have been completely disenfranchised. We’re talking total taxation without representation here. Oh, they’ll try to tell you that they represent you because they’re from your geographical area. Don’t be fooled by that!

If they don’t/can’t/refuse to keep your and your family’s best interests at heart and proceed accordingly, then THEY DO NOT REPRESENT YOU!!!!!!!!! They’re just looking out for themselves and their fat-cat cronies.

And one of their favorite tactics to make us impotent and ineffectual is to keep the rest of us divided and feudin’ amongst ourselves. We have had the wool pulled over our eyes. It is obvious to anyone with any grain of sense that those of us at the bottom of the heap have more in common with each other than we’ll ever have in common with THEM, the rich bitches. So, knowing that we vastly out-number them, they have pursued a policy of keeping us divided amongst ourselves for literally centuries now. They’ve instigated and fostered racial prejudice, especially amongst Poor Whites, so that we’d all be blinded to our common cause and rise up, united against them. They know that when we figure out that racial and religious prejudice are nothing but carefully-tended red herrings, the game’s up.

And now, they’re getting quite egregious about muzzling us, keeping us silent, so that they can go on their merry way of raping and stripping our country bare of every last thing that can be monetized to their own benefit and convenience. And meanwhile, you, there, be quiet! Don’t jostle our little lives! Don’t be noisy! Don’t demonstrate! Don’t protest! Unless you can pay. (Heh-heh, which you can’t because we don’t pay you a living wage, so there! Phhhhht!)

Well, you want to muzzle us. I REFUSE TO BE QUIET!!!!

Let me tell you something about rich folks. In their minds, democracy = cut-throat, “free”-market capitalism and white protestant christianity, and to hell with the sub-human masses (that’s us) who are shut out of all of their perks and priveleges. “Oh, but we earned this from our businesses and corporations.” Yeah, standing on the fortunes raped out of the people by your progenitors.

So, tell me this, rich folks. Why are you so scared of a level playing field? Why is it that this discussion can only take place with your being in your comforable position of absolute luxury, while the rest of us are dying, literally dying, from overwork and underpay? Why is it that your ever-lovin’ capitalism makes sure that you have every little thing that your heart desires, but you can’t be bothered to pay us a living wage? Why do our households have to hold down three, four, more, crappy jobs just to make ends meet? And while we destroy our health doing this, why is it that YOU’RE the ones who have access to medical care? Must be nice.

And while I’m on that subject, it really, really BURNS ME that you rich folks are holding medical care hostage, reserved only for yourselves. I’ve heard y'all talk. I’ve heard the blathering balderdash that comes out of y'all’s soft, plump lips regarding why you think that single-payer medicine would be the apocalyptical end of the world.

“Oh, we’d have to wait to be able to see the doctor!” Well, waah, waah. What do you think the rest of us has to do? IF we’re lucky enough to be able to go to the doctor, we have to wait. And wait, until our scheduled appointment time. What’s wrong with you coming down and being equal to us on this?

“Oh, we’d have to wait for our life-saving, life-extending operations and medical procedures! What if we (gasp) DIE while we’re waiting?” Well, what about the rest of us? We’re dropping dead due to lack of medical care! Literally! Take look at the latest mortality figures. People (and by “people” I mean REAL Americans, not you rich globalists) are dropping dead in their fifties! And meanwhile, you rich bitches are blithely popping in and out of the hospitals with nary a worry and living to your late nineties.

“Oh, but we can’t have single-payer–it’d mutilate the insurance companies!” Well, why are they making money off of people’s misery, I should like to know? Just so that they can pay good returns to their stockholders. If you (rich) stockholders weren’t so fucking greedy for profit, maybe, just MAYBE the fucking insurance companies would actually do what they’re SUPPOSED to do with our premiums, that is, invest them and use the resulting capital to pay for medical procedures. As it is, all the money is funnelled upwards to y'all; and in keeping with our Constitutional right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, we get to pursue the happiness of dying whilst being stripped of more of our hard-earned money through those self-same insurance premiums (which don’t generate any return for us in the form of availability to medical care). Hmmm, “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness” = dying in misery from lack of access to medical care. Interesting. I don’t think the rest of the world realizes just how much the bulk of the United States is really a “third-world” country.

It might appear that I’m taking this point personally. Well, hell yes, you’re fucking right, I do. It goes beyond all humanity the way things are set up in this country. My husband is dead because we are poor. He needed a liver transplant. He didn’t get turned down because his body was too weak (it wasn’t–he was as strong as an ox; there’s a reason why some of his friends called him “Moose”), but because we were poor. We had go to a hospital out-of-state for this, and when we came they said, “Oh, no problem we’ve worked with the system before.” But after milking Medicaid for all kinds of money for his tests and check-ups, when he got down to the serious business of complete liver failure, all of a sudden it’s “Oh, we don’t work with Arkansas Medicaid. What made you think that we did?” Well, DUH, that’s what you told us when we were first sent to you! And then they refused to authorize an ambulance to take him to another hospital in yet another state, and I had to rent a car and drive him there myself, while he was bleeding from EVERY bodily orifice, including his eyes and ears (yet, the hospital said he wasn’t sick enough for an ambulance). He died two days later.

And to add insult to injury, the rich fat-cats have the court system set up to shut the rest of us out. I had the proof necessary to sue the first out-of-state hospital for medical malpractice, and had the doctors at the second in-yet-another-state hospital begging me to sue. But, the first out-of-state hospital got off because my suit was adjudged to be “frivolous”.

And now, on top of that, last year the Republicans changed the law so that they have now taken away my widow’s check. When my husband died, I was told that as long as I didn’t get re-married that I would get my widow’s check. So much for that. And I’m still trying to raise my family.

So, yes, you could say the question of universally-available, single-payer health care is a personal issue with me.

Meanwhile, we working folks destroy our bodies holding down jobs. The rich bitches say that if the job’s so terrible, nothing’s stopping us from getting another job that does better. Except … they’re all the same! There is no “better” to be had.

And in theory, one can “improve” one’s situation by pursuing higher education. But at what cost? To get out of school so head-over-heels in debt that you’re literally paying off the loans until you retire? And the rich folks criticize us because we don’t “save for retirement”. How? Fleeping HOW? And let’s not forget the Republicans’ attitude towards eliminating the so-called social safety net, especially Social Security, the retirement fund for poor folks. Safety net? What safety net? Where? I just wish!

Their solution? Go get aid from your local churches. Well, I follow a minority religion (Northern Tradition Paganism), and I have no desire to have christian theology crammed down our throats as the payment for assistance. I especially do not want my daughter to have to deal with the misogynistic bullshit that comes flying over the pulpit: “You women are the source of sin and all things evil because Eve.”

And this notion that you’re only good if, and only matter if you’re a christian, and all of society’s ills can be cured by christian churches—don’t EVEN get me started on that!

Oh, and you so-called “christian” Republicans? Why don’t you go back and read your ever-lovin’ New Testament?

Rich folks, your general stupidity never ceases to amaze and dismay me. You’re having fun getting rich by raping money out of a sick workforce. Does it not occur to you how much more productive and–dare I say it?–PROFITABLE your businesses would be if the workforce and employment pool you had to draw upon were healthy?

And I’d like to point out to you supposedly-Constitution-lovin’ Republicans that the Constitution very clearly states that we have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Just how happy do you think we are, being sick and in extreme pain, and dropping dead in our fifties? How can we “pursue happiness”? How can we be “entrepeneural” (sp? I hate the implications of that word so much I can’t even spell it) and be “productive” if we’re literally throwing up from pain every day? And y'all wonder why there’s an epidemic of pain pill dependency in this country.

But, oh, never mind, you crowd there, just be quiet. If you want to kick up a fuss and exercise your First Amendment rights, you now have to pay! Yay! And, while we’re at it, we will continue to make it harder, and harder, and impossible for you to vote. How’s that splintery broomstick feel as we angelic rich folks ram it up your collective bums?

According to the above-linked article, there’s other states to be added to the List Of Shame: North Dakota, Iowa, Michigan, Indiana, Colorado, Virginia, and Washington State.

As a side note, I must say that I am not at ALL surprised that Virginia’s on that list. That’s a fucking police state, right there. I hope I never have to go to that accursed state again.

And for all of you, you government-tit-sucking, we-don’t-want-to-pay-any-taxes and give-us-loop-holes rich folks:

Fuck you.