Rape as a weapon

So much of the Silent Hill franchise is about the sexualization and hatred of women, with the male monsters (that act as guides for the main characters) mutilating and raping female monsters as an expression of the male character’s mindset.

How about an adult woman as the main character for once? A woman who has gone though a lot of hardship in her life and has a deep, subconscious hatred of men. She doesn’t want to acknowledge these feelings however because she has a young son, and the thought that he will one day be a man too makes her uncomfortable, so she has to pretend she has no problem with men, both for his and her own sake.

That is why her “Pyramidhead” is a towering female monster with scars on her abdomen like she ripped a baby out once. She attacks male monsters along the way, mutilates their crotches, rapes them with their own phallic weapons, and strangles them with her metal loop. She never attacks the main character unless the main character attacks her, and even appears to clear the way for her on a few occasions, guiding her through the game.

It sounds harsh, but just think about what happens in the Silent Hill games.

Edit: I can’t keep repeating myself. If you you want to correct me on something you think I got wrong about the franchise, read the answers I’ve already given in the comments. I have indeed done my research and isn’t just basing this on the second game.
The Man in the Tower Part One (bucky x reader)

Summary: Bucky escapes his handlers and runs through a forest, finding safety in an abandoned tower. What happens when a town girl finds him? Can he trust her enough to finally set foot on ground level again?

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: mentions of abuse/torture, swearing, imprisonment

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Bucky ran. He ran as fast as his toned legs would carry him. He’d been running nearly nonstop away from his handlers back at what was once his home. His numbs were numb and painful. But he couldn’t stop. He had to keep going. No matter if his legs ripped away from his body. He had to keep running. He’d run forever if it meant he’d be far away from HYDRA and the torture they’d put him through. It was the only thing on his mind.

He’d been on the run from HYDRA. They’d used him as a weapon to kill and rape and murder whomever they’d wished. Bucky became a monster over the last several decades. He was a wanted man. Governments all over the world wanted him dead. Civilians searched high and low for him to gain the monumental reward for his capture. He’s destroyed homes and families without his own consent. He’s hurt too many people to have a clear conscience.

The images of his own hands wrapping around the throats of the innocent as their cries filled the air around him still haunted his dreams whenever he dared to sleep. Hydra had been cruel to him. They tortured him. They bullied him. They broke him into fragments only to glue him back together and break him again and again. But finally, he finally. He was nowhere near safety; thy’d been gaining in distance for a while now. He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to run.

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Girlhood meant shrinking my waist but expanding
my hips. At recess in 1st grade a boy pushed me
down and I lost my first tooth. I was a mess of blood
and scrapes but when I told the teacher, she swooned.
Told me that this was how little boys showed their
affection. I didn’t let her put on the Band-Aid.
I thought about how we were learning sequence
in class – our ABC’s, how to count to ten, the order
of the months. Consequence and action. How if this
was reversed, I’d be reprimanded and in time-out.
I learned how to bandage myself up.

In middle school I got interested in sports and I was
damn good. Up until the girls’ basketball team got
kicked out of the gym when it was the boy’s turn.
Because nobody took us seriously. We were just
girls that didn’t make the cheerleading team
because we didn’t look ‘feminine’ enough.

My freshman year the boys and their hands got
grabby, because now I had tits and an ass. My
best friend and I used to hold hands to class,
lingered around outside her locker and tried
to ignore all the “can I watch” / “can I join in” /
“can I record it” / because now we had a body
they were interested in.

The first time I fell in love was with a boy.
We held hands on the way to class and
I lingered around outside his locker and
tried to ignore all the “did you hit that yet” /
“nice score” / “you look whipped, bro” / 
but at least nobody asked to join in.

I lost count of how many times I got sent
home for dress code. When I would take
off my jacket my bra strap would slip
down because I’d shrunk myself down /
because the magazines said to / because
the television said so / because the other
girls and their mocking stares said so /
because the boys and their hungry stares
said so. I grew my hair out / because boys
like to have something to hold onto / because
you don’t want to look like a dyke / because
you want to be a pretty object for their eyes.

Girlhood meant shrinking myself for you.
Girlhood meant letting you call me by the
wrong name. Girlhood meant my shoulders,
knees, arms, body was explicit. Girlhood meant
becoming invisible to leave more room for you.

Womanhood means deciding that girl isn’t a
bad word or an insult. Womanhood means
deciding this space is mine to occupy. 
Womanhood means deciding that I’m not
here for the taking. Womanhood means
deciding I’ll expand and stretch until I’m
able to walk down the street without a catcall,
without the threat of rape, without gripping
my car keys like a weapon. Womanhood
means deciding my body is the best weapon
I own.
—  Reign of the Feminist, Angelea Lowes
Vikings Preference "How they save you from being raped"

(Woooo Vikings preference :) Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Ragnar-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d quietly follow behind until the perfect moment arises. He’d then instantly grab your assailant to pull them back towards him and wouldn’t hesitate to stab them through the back of their neck as he whispers to them how much of a mistake they made to even have thought of doing such act.

Rollo-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d grab his axe and march his way to where you are. The instant he sees your assailant, he’d surprise him with a stern voice, asking as to what he thinks he’s doing, only to strike them on the head the moment he’d try to explain himself. He’d then grab you close to him and bring you further away to get you to safety.

Floki-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d sneak up on you and simply tackle your assailant out of nowhere. He’d straddle them and in a fit of outrage start to throw punches until they are beaten to a pulp all while he laughs crazily as reminds them how much of a mistake that was to even think about touching you. He’d end up never stopping until they’d stop breathing.

Athelstan-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d grab the nearest weapon and push your assailant off of you. Quickly, he’d grab you to pull you up before standing in front of you as he threatens to hurt them if they come anywhere near you. In the end, Ragnar would find his way towards you both and take care of getting rid of the problem while Athelstan comforts you.

Bjorn-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d run towards you and your assailant and instantly would grab him by the scruff of the neck. He’d yank them away from you and starts to threaten them about what’s going to happen as he talks to them in condescending manner. He’d then stand in front you to keep you safe, only to strike back at him with his axe the moment the other man steps forward.

Ubbe-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d follow you until the perfect opportunity for him to grip onto their hair and pull them away. He’d bring a simple arrow to their throat and graze it along their skin as he whispers about how wrong they were to think about touching you in any way, only to end up slitting it. He’d then grab a hold of you and offer to take care of you.

Hvitserk-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d following you around, pretending to be drunk, only to grab onto your assailant’s shoulder and ask him as to what the hell was he doing. He’d then sarcastically laugh along, only to surprise him and smash his cup against his head before beating them to a pulp. He’d then grab you to him and quickly take you away to tend to your injuries.

Sigurd-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d walk over to you and ask your assailant as to what was going on. Slowly, he’d get closer and closer, only to end up throwing his axe at his back the instant he’d turn his attention back towards you, surprising you for a moment. He’d then offer his hand to you and pull you up to help you out.

Ivar-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d call upon his brothers to help him as he’d ride to find where you are. The moment he sees your assailant, him and his brothers would circle around and take him away from you. As they’d have him in their grasps, he’d then make sure to torture him by the method of “Blood Eagle”, and by going at the slowest pace to make sure they feel everything.

Halfdan-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d instantly barge into your tent and without a second thought he’d drive his sword into your assailant’s back. He’d pull them away from you and out of pure rage would yell and scream as he’s losing his mind, about how wrong it was to even touch you at the slightest inch. He’d make sure to give him a slow death and take out his anger on him.

Harald-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d march towards you with his axe in hand along with a few of his men, as he asks your assailant out loud as to what he is doing. The moment he’d turn around, his men would’ve caught and kept him within their grasps, letting him march up to the other man and plant his axe right down his skull. He’d then walk over to pick you up and bring you back to safety.

Aethelwulf-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d quickly run to where you are and barge in to help you. He’d pull his sword out and ask your assailant as to what he is doing. He’d push him away from you and quickly stand in front of you to keep you safe, only for his men to come in the right moment and take the other man away, letting him take care of you.

King Ecbert-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d gather his men and walk over to you to retrieve you. He’d let them do whatever was needed to handle your assailant and incite you to quickly run into his arms. He’d then order out for the man to be taken to the cells to wait for his judgement, only to walk you to his room and tend to you.

Arne-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d instantly put himself in front of you by pushing your assailant away. He’d end up having a fist fight against him but no matter what he wouldn’t give up, only for the others to notice and come in to help you both.

Torstein-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d walk towards you and your assailant, only to end up provoking him. He’d end up managing to start a duel against him and would do all he can to bring the other man down. The others would then rush in to help you back to your tent and wait for him along with you.

Erlendur-When he has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, he’d grab for his crossbow and march his way towards you. He’d then yell out his threats towards your assailant and tell him to back off, only for his men to come right in time to help you. He’d then avenge you by having the man brought out and humiliated.

Lagertha-When she has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, she’d bring her shieldmaidens to help in and surround your assailant. She’d ask him as to what he was doing, only to grow angry at his attitude and order her women to grab the man away and teach him a lesson. She’d then walk over to you and grab your hand to help you up.

Aslaug-When she has a feeling that you’re about to be raped, she’d have her men capture your assailant and have her brought to her. She’s confront him about his mistake and give out orders for him to be punished as she’d see fit. In the end, she’d get her maids to take care of you before she’d go to see you.

anonymous asked:

i'm sorry but if women are too "Traumatized" (TM) to share a bathroom/changing room with their trans sisters, why don't we just have a designated "Traumatized" bathroom for terfs and other ciswomen who weaponize their alleged rape history as a talking point to oppress trans women?

i want every tranny who has ever accused a radfem of lacking empathy to read this and then honestly try to justify that belief.

Your Savior - 29

So this chapter is quite long, mostly because I couldn’t stop writing, but also a little to make up for that terrible cliffhanger! Thanks again to all for reading, I can’t wait to hear what you think of it!

Originally posted by dailytwd

Chapter 29


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

Negan’s POV

You watched in horror as the boy pulled the trigger of the gun, his arm jerking upwards from the recoil. A spray of blood exploded from Y/N’s head, and she twisted to the side and crumpled to the ground.

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On the afternoon of the 27th June 1946, Margaret Drinkwater who lived in the small Welsh village of Penllergaer, near Swansea was beginning to worry. She had just seen her twelve-year-old daughter, Muriel, enter the small wooded area that led to their village but had failed to see her emerge from the other end. And, since it was so out of character for Muriel to be late when arriving home from school, Margaret decided to leave the family farm and see what was causing her daughter to dawdle. However, upon searching, Margaret found no sign of her daughter and, now panicked, she headed into the village to ask for help. A dozen local village men conducted their own search but they too could not find Muriel. It struck everyone as odd, how easy she managed to disappear. 

The next morning, while walking through the woods, a police inspector came across Muriel’s battered body. It was later concluded that not only had she been beaten around the head, but she had also been raped and eventually shot twice in the chest. 

A day later, the murder weapon -  a US Army Colt .45 service revolver from WWI - was discovered; but despite investigators’ best efforts, neither the original owner of the weapon nor any other information could be gathered.

However, police were visiting each house in a 150 square miles area and conducting interviews with over 20,000 men from the Swansea, Aberdare and Carmarthenshire areas. Yet their efforts failed in turning up any concrete leads.

Unfortunately, as time passed, the case grew cold and it seemed unlikely that the killer would be found. But in April 2003, authorities revealed that the murder weapon was being tested for any DNA that had potentially been left behind by the killer. Just five years later, in 2008, attention was again drawn to the case when cold case investigators discovered DNA from a no-longer-visible semen stain on Muriel’s coat and while it failed to match anyone in the national database, police officials did reveal that they are still very much hopeful.

Fleshing out your Original Character(s)

Hello! This is just a little thing to help writers of all kinds help develop their characters. Not only will this have simple questions, but also scenarios that would make you have to think. Happy writing :)

Section 1: The basics

Date of birth:
Astrological and Zodiac signs:
Natural Gender:
-Gender they identify with:
Hair/fur color:
Hair/fur style:
Eye color:
Eye shape:
Skin tone:
Highest level of education:
dialect or accent:
typical clothes style for Winter:
Does your character need glasses/contacts?
Posture when feeling guilty
Physical and/or mental disability?
body style
facial features

Section 2: Favorites/favourites

-nonalcoholic beverage:
-alcoholic beverage (if legal age):
-TV series (non animated):
-Animated TV series:
-genera of music:
-animal (non mythical):
-animal (mythical):
-recreational activity:
-place to be when sad:
-thing to do on a cold winter night:
-thing to do during a sunny summer day:
-thing to do when with someone they like:
-Video game:
-Voice actor
-art style
-style of dance
-thing to learn about
-place to visit
-sweet treat
-vehicle (Make and Model)
-ice cream flavor
-Hair color
-eye color
-School subject
-way to pamper themself

Section 3: Personality Traits

introvert or extrovert?
outgoing or reserved?
Brave or timid?
finicky or sloppy?
studious or negligent?
adventurous or cautious?
stubborn or flexible?
Leader or follower?
shameful or shameless?
trustworthy or unreliable?
Capable or inept?
Cultured or uncivilized?
Creative or unimaginative?
Dynamic or predictable?
Gentle or surly?
Stressful or relaxed?
withdrawn or wild?
Pratical or Imaginative?
vague or straight to the point?
What kind of drunk, if they drink to the point of getting such, are they?
Optimistic or pessimistic?
suspicious or friendly?
secretive or honest?
tactful or tactless?
thoughtful or thoughtless?
strong willed or weak willed?
penny pincher or spendthrift?
quirky or plebeian?
what is their view on pain?
What is there view of ‘suffering’?
Would they help others, leave them be, or make them suffer?
What would they do if they found a wallet with no ID in it?
What would they do if they were witnessing a kidnapping? a rape attempt? a gang attack? a theft? a murder? an Assult? Bullying?
What would they do if someone was drowning? on fire? bleeding? Freezing? Or some other medical emergency?

Section 4: Family

(Step) Father:
(Step) Mother:
(Step/half) Sibling(s)?:
what is their relationship with each?
Were they adopted?
Were they neglected?
Were they abandoned?
Were they abused?
-who did the abusing
Did they run away?
What kind of home did they live in?
How was their childhood? Teenage years? Adulthood?
Did any family member die?
Did parents get a divorce?
was there infidelity or incest in the family?
are there any famous people in the family?
Family coat-of-arms?

Section 5: Negatives

Pet peeves
Bad habits
Criminal record (including DUI and public indecency)
When was the last time they lied? what did they lie about? Who did they lie to? why did they lie?
when was the last time they got into a fight?
have they ever (attempted to) killed anyone?
have they done anything in the black market
Are they racist? Sexist? ageist?
have they ever deliberately hurt someone?
do they bash anyone because of their religion? sexual orientation? gender identity? physical or mental disability?
dark secrets?
have they ever stereotyped someone?
Have they ever judged someone before getting to know them?
have they ever self-injured?
have they attempted suicide?
which of the seven deadly sins are stronger in them? (Pride, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Lust)
Have they ever failed a class?
-have they ever dropped out
Bad manners?

section 6: other

hopes for the future:
Dreams about:
longs for:
job history:
status in society:
medical history:
blood type:
-have they ever donated blood?
in their free time they:
style of writing:
their opinion on “the price of freedom”:
what is “freedom” to them?
have they ever lost faith in someone?
have they ever changed religions?
what is their greatest achievement?
what is their life goal?
what do they dread having to do?
who is their best friend?
who is their worst enemy?
what do they long to do?
what is their dream vacation?
do they have any survival skills?
-cooking skills?
-sewing skills?
-mechanical/electrical/plumbing skills?
-woodworking skills?
Dating history
credit score (if able to have a credit card)
mode of transportation
guilty pleasure
have they ever moved?
have they had their wisdom teeth pulled?
have they ever broken a bone?
If they identify with a gender opposite to what they were born with, have they gotten a sex change?
What was their schooling like?

Section 7: Scenarios

1) They are stuck in a zombie apocalypse. They are only able to bring 5 things with them. What do they take? (Pets do not count)
2) They are trapped on a deserted island; what is the first thing they do?
3) They come across a man unconscious on the ground. he does not respond when called. What do they do?
4) They hear a rumor about their best friend- a rather nasty rumor too- what do they do?
5) Zombie apocalypse time again; Does your character work together with Their worst enemy to survive or do they do something else?
6) Your character’s significant other is sick, what do they do to help them feel better?
7) Your character gets some terrible news- the worst news they could every receive. How do they react?
8) Your character meets their idol and gets to spend the day with them; what do they do and how do they act? v9) They are celebrating their favorite/favourite holiday but they had to invite their enemy to the party
10) Your character became a parent! What is their knee-jerk reaction?

Section 8: Opinions on

1) Gay Marriage
2) Abortion
3) Divorce
4) Religion
5) Stereotypes
6) Vaccinations
7) War
8) Eating out/Dining in
9) Guns or weapons in general
10) Rape
11) School/Education
12) Technology
13) Drugs (Illegal)
14) Drugs (Legal)
15) The legalization of Drugs
16) Animals in Captivity
17) Improper Grammar
18) Working
19) Betrayal
20) Swearing
21) Abuse
22) Illegal activities (such as snag fishing)
23) Moving
24) Government
25) Monopolizing
26) Businesses
27) Immigration
28) Animal Testing
29) Standerdize Testing
30) Death Penalty
31) Climate Change
32) Piracy (taking of other people’s work)
33) Obesity
34) Prostitution
35) Meat eating
36) Sex

Nostrum - Troy Otto/OC #7

Chapter 7

Once agian, beta-d by the lovely Sarah

“Troy protects us,” Gretchen nodded, her tone reflecting the assuredness of this belief.

“We can’t rely on the Troys of this world,” Alicia argued, deadpan. 

“She’s right,” Arya agreed, “You can’t. There are a lot of people out there that are worse than Troy. You need to know how to defend yourself against them.”

Worse than Troy?” Alicia scoffed and Arya found her features twisting into a stern frown.

When Arya had entered the bunker, all her expectations of what bible study had to offer flew right out the proverbial window. Music, punch that was 80% vodka and 20% juice, as well as a bong, wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. Then Arya had taken one look at the decapitated Walker head, still groaning, on the coffee table and burst into hysterical laughter. The group had cheered her on as she played catch up and Arya was happy for this distraction. It was exactly what she needed…until Gretchen had brought up Troy.

As Alicia’s contempt for Troy became blatantly apparent, Arya felt something stir in her that compelled her to voice her own opinion of the man. “He has a code – he puts his people first. Men without codes are worse.” Arya’s tone left no room for argument.

Alicia though, too curious to let Arya finish there, probed, “You’ve met worse men?”

A short, humourless laugh left Arya’s lips, “Yes.”

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“My father was a fascist. He was trained to be a terrorist in Mussolini’s army. He was anti-everybody. The Irish were ‘micks,’ black people were ‘niggers,’ and Jewish people were ‘kikes.’ His main weapon was pain. He raped me, locked me in closets, beat me with broom handles. He sent me to the hospital many times. He’d threaten to blow my brains out in the middle of the street. I absorbed a lot of his emotional energy. Sometimes his voice still comes out of me. When I’m really angry, and cussing myself out, I sound just like him. It’s him inside me, speaking to me. But I didn’t become him. My grandfather saved me. My grandmother was a fascist like my father. She counted her rosary beads and condemned the world, but my grandfather was a simple man. He lived with us. He always told me: ‘Your father is a nut.’ He hugged me and kissed me. I swung between two extremes: the love of my grandfather and the hate of my father. My grandfather knew how to love. My father couldn’t love because he was too filled with terror. He didn’t have the tools to love. Once when I was fifteen, I walked over to my father and gave him a big hug. He kept his arms stiff by his side. I said ‘I love you Dad,’ and his body started trembling. There was a terrified child inside of him. He wanted to love. And he wanted to be loved. He just didn’t know how.”

Trans activists act like dicks are no big deal, like they’re the same as vulvae but just look different and that it shouldn’t matter whether your partner has a dick or vulva. But don’t they realise that males have historically used their penises as weapons of rape and degradation and power symbols? You literally can’t harm anyone using your vulva alone. But penetration is painful for the recipient. Semen makes females sick with pregnancy. To many women penises are weapons. And this isn’t even a joke, women have every right to be fearful, wary of, repulsed by etc penises. This would still be the case nonetheless, but maybe trans activists should keep this in mind next time they fucking open their mouths to complain about lesbians (or any other woman) not wanting to date or fuck transwomen.

Your Savior - 2

I cannot believe how many notes Chapter One has gotten in the last 24 hours! Thank you so so so much to everyone who took the time to read, like, and reblog!
Chapter two is still building the plot, but at least our favorite man is finally around!
Warnings:mentions of rape (from previous chapter), swearing (Negan, hello!)

Chapter Two

Just hang on, just a little longer. Why? It’s useless, no one is coming to save you, you have no food, no water, and you’re slowly bleeding to death. Face it, this is where you die. You can’t die! You’ll turn! The sounds of the dead moaning and shuffling just feet away from you served as a constant reminder of your impending fate. And now you were arguing with yourself, definitely not a good sign.

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had locked yourself inside here. Several days maybe? Blood loss, dehydration, and fatigue had you slipping in and out of consciousness, despite how hard you tried to stay alert. You knew the end was coming, but you just couldn’t accept becoming one of the dead. There was no way to destroy your brain on your own, not armed with only a knife, not in the state you were in. So you continued to battle with yourself every waking moment.

You let your mind drift to your family, the one you lost when the world turned. You had tried to not think about them before, it hurt so much, and pain made you weak. But now? Well, it seemed fitting to let in some pain, everything else hurt, why not your heart? Goddamn it, goddamn it! You cried to yourself. I’m so sorry guys, I tried, I tried to go on, to make it, but I guess I just wasn’t strong enough.

One of the dead must have heard you crying, as it had shuffled to the glass cage and began growling and clawing at the glass. “Go away, go away!” You yelled hoarsely, to no avail. Several nearby biters heard the commotion and joined the first, their growls growing louder and louder, becoming a surround-sound symphony to your death. You covered your ears to try to drown out the sound, but it was no use, the groans had turned into a roar. Was the ground shaking too? What the hell?

Through your foggy brain you finally realized you were hearing engines, car engines. Omg, people! “Help!” You tried to yell. “Help!” But you were so weak and the dead so loud, you knew they couldn’t hear you. You grabbed Tommy’s knife and used the handle hit the inside of the door, hoping that the sound would carry over the sounds of the dead. Please, you thought, please somebody hear me.

You could just make out the sounds of life over the growling, it sounded like a sizable group of people was outside. You could hear voices, but couldn’t quite make out any words. Several minutes passed, and while you could still hear them outside, it didn’t seem like they could hear you. Please, please, you whispered to yourself. Then, one of the dead outside of the cashiers box fell, obviously having been incapacitated from behind. One-by-one they continued to fall, until they were all gone and you could see your potential savior. You almost sighed out loud, of course, it had to be a man.

The mustached man in front of you looked you over through the glass, quickly assessing the situation. His face remained passive and unreadable as he leaned back and yelled “Hey Boss! We’ve got a live one over here!” You weren’t sure whether to be elated or terrified. You knew you couldn’t last much longer, but the last people you had had contact were the reason you were here in the first place. You sunk back down to the floor while waiting for the “Boss” to come over. Pounding on the glass had refreshed the pain in your side and increased the seepage of blood, you were starting to wonder how you had any left.

“What’ve we got Simon?” Another voice drawled, getting louder as he obviously came closer. “A girl. Looks like shit, but she is alive. I’m not sure for how long honestly.” Simon reported casually. Well fuck you too, you thought, let’s see how good you look after getting stabbed and being left for dead. Simon’s boss finally was close enough for you to see from your position on the floor. His face was also unreadable while he took in the sight before him. “Go see what the others are up to Simon, I need a minute alone with this one.” Simon turned on heel and walked away. No questions. No arguments.

“Well now darling, it looks like you’ve had it pretty damn rough.” His dark eyes were traveling up and down your body, taking in your bruised face, lack of pants, ripped panties, bloody socks and shirt. You could tell that just by looking at you, he knew just what you had been through. “How long you been in that shitbox?”

“I don’t know, honestly. A few days maybe?” You quietly responded.

“You gonna let me in?”

“How do I know if I can trust you?” You asked.

“You don’t.” He answered blatantly. “But it doesn’t look like you’re in any position to fucking gamble.” Fuck. He was right. And he knew it. Confidence radiated off of him like heat from a summer sidewalk. And while he did not seem like a man to cross, he didn’t frighten you either. Maybe it’s the blood loss talking. Shut up.

You struggled up to your elbow and unlatched the lock on the door, falling back to the ground and rolling away from the door with a groan. The man stepped into the room and crouched down next to you. “Hell darling, you DO look like shit.”

“Yeah” you hissed “I guess dying isn’t as glamorous as they made it seem in the movies.” This made him smile, and chuckle darkly.

“What happened?” He asked, his face softening.

“Does it really matter?”

“No, no I guess it doesn’t.” He admitted. “What in the hell am I gonna do with you?” He asked, rubbing his salt and pepper scruff.

“Kill me. Please.” The answer rolled off of your tongue as if you had been planning it all along. You were surprised at how calm you were. You were just so tired of fighting. “I’m not going to make it, and I don’t want to turn, don’t want to be…one of THEM. Please, just do it.” You said, calmly handing him Tommy’s knife.

“Hell doll.” He muttered, running a hand through his slicked back black hair. “I don’t make it a habit to kill women, but it does seem that you have a point. No fucking way you’re making it out of here alive.” You just stared into his eyes, you were ready, you’d been ready. He let out a sigh, taking the knife from you. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this shit over with. Damn doll, I’m real sorry about this. You look like you’d be smoking hot if you weren’t almost dead.” He said with a wink. You couldn’t help but smile, what an asshole, you thought.

He shifted his weight and adjusted his grip on the knife, putting his hand gently behind your head. You grabbed the wrist of his knife hand, halting him for just a moment. “Thank you.” He looked down at your hand on his and stopped dead, his gentle cocky expression instantly turning dark.

“Where did you get this?” He asked.


“This knife. Where did you get it?”

“It belonged to the fuckers that attacked me. I used it to get away and brought it with me.” You answered, very confused. Why does it matter?

“Where did they get it?” You could feel anger building deep inside of him, not that it made any sense to you.

“I don’t kn…” you started to say.

“Where?!” He barked, dark eyes flashing.

As confusing as his actions were becoming, something about them was starting to rub you the wrong way. “You know, I didn’t think to ask the history of their weapons as they were raping and trying to kill me. Sorry to disappoint you.” You answered cooly. What the hell was his problem? You could see the wheels turning in his head, but couldn’t for the life of you figure out what he was thinking.

“Nope.” He said, shrugging off his leather jacket and covering you up. “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Wait, what?” You gasped. “What do you mean? Don’t leave me like this! Please!” You felt tears start pouring down your face. What the hell happened?

“Don’t you worry Doll, I’m taking you with me.” He said, scooping you into his arms. The movement sent shooting pain down your side. “Simon! Load the fuck up! I’m ready to roll. Now!” He commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiations. You barely noticed the commotion of his men loading up to leave, the motion of him carrying you was torture. When he got into his truck it was several minutes before the pain subsided enough to focus, and by then the brain fog had returned, so you rested your head onto his warm chest and let the fog overtake you. “Now don’t you fucking go dying on me now darling, you’ve hung on this long, I need you to hold on just a bit fucking longer.” He breathed into your ear.

“I’ll try.” You whispered before the world went black.


Thanks again for sticking around to the end! This has been such a blast to write, I honestly can’t wait to get the next chapter out! Feel free to reblog, comment, or message me with any thoughts!

anonymous asked:

Can I get your input/advice on something? I've been following an artist who draws smut of a certain tv show. I really like her art, but recently she drew a (female) character raping another (male). When she got some backlash, her response was that she drew it to sort of "get back at" the fuckboy fans who wanted the female character to get raped, and that in the end they are fictional anyway so it doesn't hurt anyone. I dunno, the whole thing kinda leaves a sour feeling in my mouth. Thoughts?

Umm, that’s not how any of this works. Rape is a terrible crime and you don’t even the score by using rape as a weapon.

They want to defend themselves by saying it’s to get back at certain men and that it doesn’t matter because the characters are fictional but these attitudes about rape trivialise it.

Make victims of rape are not a joke, they are real and shouldn’t be used to get back at anyone..

I’d say her excuse is as shitty as her imagination.



Its really albeist to say that Casca is useless as a character because her mind is broken. People with mental illnesses and disabilities rarely get any good representation in media, they should have a place in fiction too because their stories are just as valuable as a person who does not suffer from mental illnesses or disabilities.

Just fucking shut the fuck up and stop all that damn whining. Yeah its hurtful because Casca became this way due to what happened to her. We really want her to be okay and thats fine, but man to call her an idiot because of the way she is now To call her names like potato ( Im guilty of this bullshit. I guess shes called that because of what shes wearing idk but still…) or calling her worthless and saying that shes gonna kill herself or return to Griffith is just wild dumb.

I mean fucking think about it for a second. In real life there are women who are suffering from the same shit that Casca is suffering from. The physical, emotional, spiritual, and MENTAL trauma that rape causes is no fucking joke. It’s nothing to play with. Victims of rape suffer from some of the most horrible physical injuries ive ever fucking heard of. And just like Casca, they CAN regress depending on the severity.

Think about Rwanda, World War II, The Arab and Transatlantic slave trades. These are just a few examples where rape was used as a monstrous weapon against people. Would you call the victims of these crimes potatos? Would you call them idiots? Would you call them worthless? A waste of space. Would you tell them to give up and that they should kill themselves? Would you tell them that they should go back to their rapists? Would you tell a victim of domestic violence that they should go back to their husbands or boyfriends? Or wives or girlfriends????

Would you call them potatos, idiots, or worthless? If you would youre a fucking piece of shit.

I mean fuck Guts isnt mentally stable . I laugh at you if you think he is just because hes swinging a huge sword and can actually do things. That doesnt make him better than Casca I’m afraid in terms of principle. It just means that he deals with his trauma in a different way and hes fucking been SCRAMBLING to get Casca back for 3-4 years now.

But i dont hear you guys calling Guts a fuckin potato or whatever????


Originally posted by thegifcronicles

Over 50 years ago, Malcolm X said “If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” An awful lot of people still haven’t understood this essential lesson. 

Saddam’s soldiers throwing babies out of the incubators; Iraqi weapons of mass destruction ready to strike against Britain in 45 minutes; Libyan soldiers using rape as a weapon of war; Gaddafi using black mercenaries to perpetrate a massacre in Benghazi; Assad using chemical weapons in pursuit of a sectarian anti-Sunni agenda… These slick “infomercials” - the fruit of a close collaboration between news agencies, PR firms and phoney Twitter personalities - have been used routinely as a means of hiding the reality of imperialist wars; as a means of painting the US and its allies as the representatives of justice and peace, and the anti-imperialist states as brutal, murderous, anti-popular, undemocratic. It’s Goebbels on steroids; stop falling for it.

—  Carlos Martinez via Facebook

Current Status: ( CLOSED )

I’ve finally decided to open commissions! So if you have some spare money, hit me up, I’d be pleased to draw for you guys- *finger guns*

SKETCH (rough lineart, sketch mannequin can be visible or not, NO CHARGE for adding 1 to 3 flat minimal colors):
- waist-up: 2€ (+1€ for additional character/s)
- full-body: 5€ (+2€ for additional character/s) 

- waist-up: 8€ (+4€ for additional character/s) 
- full-body: 12€ (+6€ for additional character/s) 

- waist-up: 15€ (+7€ for additional character/s) 
- full-body: 20€ (+10€ for additional character/s) 

NOTE: Prices may vary based on how complicated and detailed the designs, patterns and characters are. 

fanart, OCs, robots, simple armors, light gore (bruises, blood), partial nudity (chest, breasts, booties), weapons
anything involving racism, rape, dub/non-con, incest, pedophily (jeez, can’t believe I have to express this, but just to be as clear as possible.. ://), heavy gore (guts, etc.), heavy nsfw (genitalia) 

NOTE: Style may vary sometimes, but my general art style is the one provided in the exemples up! All commissions will be done in DIGITAL ART.
If you have any specific request for a precise style that have you seen me experimenting with check out my artblog @naissenceart 

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anonymous asked:

A few months ago I seen this guy from japan talk about wanting to create some sort of pro-traditionalism anti-globalism group in asian countries and then ally with the same people in the west. His theory is that people are only extremely anti-white bc they see the success of whites as a people and are basically just jealous, and as soon as they get rid of whites they'll come for east asians next. He believed east asians like himself have a vested interest in allying with white people on this.

East Asians are next. You can already see in Leftist circles that East Asians are treated differently because they’re “model immigrants” i.e. they work hard and don’t cause trouble.

The Left have plenty to bitch about as well. Japan is obvious; they allied with the Third Reich, they were an imperial power, they committed deplorable acts such as killing an estimated 6 million Chinese, Korean, Filipinos etc between 1937 - 1945, human experimentation, use of chemical weapons, torturing POW’s, forced labour, mass rape. The Japanese, including Japanese-American, will absolutely not be part of the Lefts utopia.

Then there’s China. They’re currently engaged in neo-colonialism in Africa, which the Left ignore right now but won’t ignore forever, they committed war crimes during the Korean war, they’re repressing the Muslim minority in Xinjiang, and their people live like slaves to produce commodities for the West.

Fact of the matter is, every country has done horrible stuff and still does, but the Left ignore it until they need it for their agenda.


Hello everyone! I’m gonna open a few commission slots so i can make some extra cash for gas money/utilities/etc while I’m in-between jobs. I am thankful for anyone who asks me for commissions, as I know many people are tight on money, but it goes a long way and I am grateful. Before looking into prices, please consider the following!

If you can’t afford a commission, you can help by reblogging and getting this post out there so I can find people who are interested! Thank you all so much!

I want everyone to be able to get an opportunity to have a commission if they want one, and I won’t make an exception if we’re close or “you’ll be my very best friend, you promise.” 
-Commissions are started based on who finishes payment first. Payment is done through Paypal, and will be given once the individual and I speak on what they want/etc.
- I work rather slowly, as I do have a (small) job and other engagements that will take me away from the internet. I will however, send progress pics upon request! Paintings WILL end up taking longer, as I have to put more energy into them and take significantly more time.
-If you have ANY questions be it about my policies/a commission fitting my guidelines, please send me an ask, or message me, and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. 
- I have the right to refuse any commission that does not follow these guidelines. In addition, all commissions will be watermarked. PRIVATE COMMISSIONS ARE AVAILABLE! If you don’t want it posted, please say so! Otherwise all commissions will be posted to my art blog for portfolio/record purposes. 

- NSFW (All characters must be 18+ NO SHOTA/LOLICON I WILL CHECK)
- Light Gore (missing limbs, blood, etc.)
- Anthros/Furries
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$20-22 simple cell shading
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$45 Single Character Simple 
+$55 Single Character Complex

+$10 NSFW fee
+$10 EACH per extra characters

London Serial Killer Still Out There?

(Eve Stratford, Lynne Weedon, Lynda Farrow)

Eve Stratford and Lynne Weedon were murdered five months apart in 1975. Thirty years later, detectives realized the DNA at the crime scenes matched the same killer. But he’s never been apprehended.

Eve Stratford was a beautiful 22-year-old model who was employed at London’s Playboy club when she died. Eve grew up in Aldershot, UK and at age 19 moved to London with her boyfriend. When she was 20, she started working at the Playboy Club, and therefore had been working there for two years before her death. Another woman who worked there said of Eve “she was the sweetest girl and had an almost innocent quality about her.“ Only days before her death, Eve appeared as the centrefold in Mayfair magazine, an adult magazine which is a competitor to Playboy magazine. This constituted a breach of her Playboy contract and Eve was suspended from work at the Playboy Club.

March 18, 1975 was Eve’s last day alive. That day she had travellied around London, to Camden and Bayswater, before heading to her flat in East London. She lived with her boyfriend, a musician, and two of his bandmates. At 4pm on March 18, 1975, Eve was seen walking alone near her home. At 4:30pm, a neighbour heard calm male and female voices in Eve’s flat, followed by a loud thud noise. The neighbour was likely hearing Eve’s murder, because only an hour later, Eve’s boyfriend returned from work and found her body in their bedroom. Eve was attacked with a sharp weapon and twelve cuts to her neck. She was partially unclothed, and a nylon stocking was tied around one ankle and her hands were bound behind her back with a scarf. Semen from the killer was found on her clothing and she had been likely been raped. The term ‘likely’ is used because officers have not been able to rule out consensual sex. A blood-soaked bouquet of flowers lay next to her body. There was no sign of forced entry to her home and no weapon was ever found.

Six months later, on September 3, 1975, 16-year-old Lynne Weedon was walking home in Hounslow, London. She decided to take a short cut through as alleyway known as The Short Hedges. At this point a man hit her over the head with a blunt instrument and threw her over a fence into the grounds of an electricity sub-station. She was raped and callously left there to die. She was found alive but unconscious the next morning by a school caretaker but succumbed to her injuries a week later in hospital. She never regained consciousness. 

The victim profile and crime method were so different that police never thought the two cases were connected. Eve could have been argued to live a 'high-risk’ lifestyle due to her employment. She likely met a lot of seedy people in her employment at the Playboy Club. Police thought Eve may have known her killer because of the lack of forced entry into her flat. Lynne was a young schoolgirl, considered a 'low-risk’ victim. The methods of murder were entirely different in the two cases. Furthermore, Lynne was not dead when her assailant left the scene. Though I guess it’s possible he thought she was dead. She died from the one blow to the head.

One detective thinks an unsolved 1979 murder may be connected to the deaths of Eve and Lynne. Lynda Farrow was a pregnant croupier who was stabbed to death in her own home in 1979. The blood-stained murder weapon was found in the kitchen. This was only three miles away from where Eve was killed, and Eve and Lynda even knew some of the same people. Detective Colin Sutton states: “I have no doubt the same man committed all three. A woman killed in her own home by having her throat slit? That is rare enough today — in the 1970s it was almost unheard of. For this to have happened twice, with identical wounds, within a few miles of each other was just too much of a coincidence. Additionally, the two victims worked in the same tight-knit world of West End clubs where I believe they came across their killer.”

I think it’s very possible that we are looking at the same killer. I did notice that Lynda’s murder differed in the following ways: no rape was comitted, palm prints were left at the scene, and the murder weapon was left at the scene. Unfortunately the physical evidence in Lynda’s case has been lost and police have not been able to definitively connect Lynda’s case to the other two.

And here’s the kicker: the police think the killer is still out there. They think he is now in his 60s or 70s and has a connection to the Hounslow area where Lynne was murdered. “My gut feeling tells me he is still out there somewhere and still nervous about a knock on his door,” said Detective Colin Sutton. According to the Metropolitan Police website: "A £40,000 reward for information leading to the identification, arrest and prosecution of the person or people responsible for the murders remains on offer.”

My thoughts: This is an interesting one. I think the killer knew Eve but not Lynne. The reason for this is Eve seems to have let him in the flat and even had a conversation with him. I also think, how would the killer have known that Eve was home alone? Eve lived with three people, but the killer decided to rape and murder her within her own home. Pretty risky move considering she lived with three men. It’s possible he knew what time the boyfriend was due to be at home. Alternatively, a stalker could have learned this information and disguised himself as a flower delivery person. The blood-soaked flowers found near Eve’s body were fresh and still in the bouquet. One source I read stated that she had bought them herself. But then I wonder what they were doing covered in blood beside her body. Would that have been intentional?

The main reason I believe that Lynne did not know the killer is becuase she was left alive. Maybe the killer wouldn’t have cared if she was alive if he was a complete stranger to her, but if the killer knew Lynne then I think there’s no way she would have been left alive. She was only struck once and by contrast Eve was stabbed twelve times.

I think Lynne’s attack may have been more random. Police say the area she was killed in was not a busy area, which may indicate the killer had a connection to the area, a reason to be there. I also think he would have known the area. He would be more comfortable killing Lynne in an outdoor area if he knew the area and knew how to escape. He could have been in the area and saw Lynne walking alone and it could have been a crime of opportunity. I think this would also explain the change in the method of killing. Eve’s killing could have been planned and he brought a knife. Lynne’s attack may have been less planned. The only description of the murder weapon is 'blunt object’, this could have been something he picked up after he saw her walk by.

My next question is what happened to the killer? I doubt he only killed these two women. He killed two women in a five-month span! That is prolific. These attacks are brutal and ruthless. If Lynda Farrow was also his victim, this would leave a four year window for other potential murders. His DNA is not in the national database. Since 1997, DNA samples from criminals have been recorded on a national database and it is against this ever-growing record that crime-scene samples are compared. This been the killer has not been arrested in the past 20 years. Could he have died or moved abroad?

anonymous asked:

what unsubstantiated claims? he made a rape joke. he made a transphobic joke. he worked as a weapons manufacturer and did not give a single fuck about the innocent brown people who got caught in the crossfire (only about the poor americans) "i want one" "does she come with the car?" "stop being a pussy" those are all admirable traits i guess

Tony is homophobic? Where? 

Tony objectifies women? Yes. In Ironman 1. He keeps it up in public because it is expected of him. 

I have talked about the rape joke in AoU before and the fact that it was out of character for Tony to say it, and equally out of character for nobody else to react to it in any form shape or way. It’s almost like that was shitty writing.

Tony didn’t care about brown people in the crossfire? Okay, go protest Lockheed Martin then (assuming you’re american if not find your countries equivalent) If you think a fictional character is Evil because they were raised to run a weapons manufacturing company that worked with the American Goverment only. 

Also, this is from the MCU companion comics.

Just in case you were wondering where “Stop being a pussy” came from.

Those are not the only claims being made in the anti tag and you know it, and they’re all nuanced situations, not Tony is an asshole, end of story. Furthermore you have failed to answer my question. Why do you think a hate tag should be discourse free? The whole point of it is to shit on a character a lot of people love and identify with. 

Now, seeing as how I have not been on the anti tag in literal months, how about you learn to stay in your own lane, and not bother people on their blogs considering you seem to think that’s a form of harassment when people do it on your posts.