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eros; [closed | humanizing]
[Clack. The sliding window was thrust open, and Syo breathed in the stinking city, waggling her tongue as if she could feel the smells with it. Remnants from her many dinners lined the side of the building, and the rottenness delicately wafted to her second-floor window. Fresh, rotting smells, much more pungent than the staleness of her room. She could feel the delicious nastiness creeping up her body.
Freedom. This was always the smell of freedom.]
It’s my lucky day today, isn’t it?
The greatest serial killer in the world finally gets another outing! It’s the karma from all my wonderful murders up ‘til now! Or something like that!!
[Syo laughed to herself softly, careful not to wake the three people downstairs. She felt around her right leg, checking to see if her beloved holster was still there, and it was. She felt her left leg, smiling at the several scars lining the surface in a beautiful pattern.
Swiftly, she lifted a leg to the window and hoisted herself halfway through the rim before she stopped cold. Something had caught her eye. Smooth, cat-like, she stretched out her neck to get a better view.]
I wonder what that squishy little lump is doing in my old food!
[She let her voice grow louder, attempting to reach the figure she spotted loitering in the alley.]
Is the little rat hungry~?
iron; [closed | humanizing]
[Syo awakes in the middle of a dusty, unused street. She has no recollection of what had happened in the past day, nor does she have any idea what happened the victim she was about to sink her scissors into. She feels around her holster and to her dissatisfaction finds only one pair of scissors inside, crusty with dried blood.
She does, however, know exactly where she is, and she could almost see the black aura emanating from the hellhole she called home. More than likely, she’d stay out a little longer, and maybe swipe some food in the process. She can feel the cold, sweet sense of liberation shooting up her spine.]
Could’ve probably taken something from the little ratty after he died…
Oho! I bet he’s dried meat by now!!
[She hums to herself as she begins her deadly rush down the alleyway, feeling around the air for the scent of iron and blood.
She reaches the corner where she had attacked him, the puddles of blood now dyeing the asphalt a lovely crimson. However—]
Whaaaaat? There’s no corpse?? Not even caution tape?
[She hadn’t finished the job, which was one of the worst things that could happen. A good serial killer is never caught, and no matter how cute he is, he has to be torn to shreds, bit by bit! And since he managed to escape, she would be sure to make it a slow, slow process.
Savoring the idea of shaving the skin of his pale face, she moves out of the area quickly, sure to pick up the pair of scissors still sticking ominously out of the ground.]
Okay, this is my last "Humanizing Hitler" post.
First off, I have written the name “Hitler”, more tonight than I have ever done in my life, and I am not happy.
Second, I believe the idea of analyzing Hitler to see what made him a psychopath is an intelligent thing to do. When I see Hitler flirting with someone, is it ‘humanizing’, but I see it as a wake up call. You never really know exactly how crazy people can be. It comes in all shapes and sizes and races. Crazy is something that happens in the mind. The minds of insane people (Hitler, Osama, Holmes, etc.) should be analyzed to see what the hell made these people lose it.
Third, white people who agree with me about analyzing Hitler in a way to prevent more insanity like this, are not racist. Just because someone thinks Hitler should be under a microscope and they’re white doesn’t necessarily mean they have secret swastikas under their beds. Believing that makes you racist.
That being said, people who have decided to use “humanizing Hitler” as a way to make people like him and see him as a good person are wrong. Hitler was not a good person, he should not be used as a role model in ANY WAY. People who believe he’s a good person, need to be psychoanalyzed as well, because they are clearly crazy. Psychopaths should not be glorified and you are offending a lot of people. Please grow up. This kind of stuff makes me sick.
I hate that in the Tobey Maguire spider-man trilogy they always end up humanizing the villain at the end. Why can’t they just stay evil after becoming that way?
It really annoys me. Its gets all sappy and emotional at the end of these movies so rather than feeling like your hero defeated a homicidal evil doer, all he really did was defeat some emotional mess of a person.
I will say that J.K. Simmons as J. Jonah Jameson was fucking perfect and hilarious.
Unrelated, but I think I’ve found a recurrent theme/purpose in my photography and voyeuristic lifestyle: documenting humanity in people, and humanizing things.Definition of HUMANITY
1 : the quality or state of being humane
2 a : the quality or state of being human
b : plural : human attributes or qualities <his work has the ripeness of the 18th century, and its rough humanities — Pamela H. Johnson>
3 plural : the branches of learning (as philosophy, arts, or languages) that investigate human constructs and concerns as opposed to natural processes (as in physics or chemistry) and social relations (as in anthropology or economics)
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