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Violence against Trans Woman in Brazil

A petrified trans woman begged for her life moments before being shot dead in a sickening attack. Dandara dos Santos was dragged from her home and dumped in a wheelbarrow before being rolled to a back alley, beaten and shot dead amid cheers and laughter.

The terrified 42-year-old is seen crying on the ground as she is kicked, punched and hit with shoes and a plank of wood in front of residents in Fortaleza, Ceara state, Brazil.Horrific footage of the incident sparked outrage after being released by police last Friday to help find the alleged killers. The video was initially circulated online by LGBT groups in a desperate bid to raise awareness about the huge number of attacks against trans and gender diverse people in Brazil.

I will put the source under the read more sign. It contains the footage. I am shocked and outraged at this incident. Accept people for who they are and show love and compassion at all times. @sixpenceee stands with trans rights!

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anonymous asked:

I read a really good FBI Derek fic a few months ago. Now I am on the hunt for any FBI Sterek fics!! A friend recommended this blog. So I am hope you can help me. Thanks 😊


Anonymous said:Good morning lovely people!!! After last nights finale I am in desperate need of all FBI Stiles or FBI Derek fics!! Please any all as long as it ends with HEA STEREK! Pretty please 😘

In case you missed it. It’s now canon that Stiles is going to school to be an FBI agent. So…let your little fic writing hearts explode. - Anastasia

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And In That Moment (I Saw You) by Boom

(1/1 I 1,397 I Not Rated)

Derek Hale has been hunting the assassin known as the Nogitsune for six years. Granted there hasn’t been a murder attributed to him in five years, but Derek it sure he’s close. His husband, Stiles, thinks he should let it go.

This is a scene from a longer work I may or may not actually post. Can be read as a stand alone.

I can’t count to I love you by constellationmoles (Fawxy)

(1/? I 1,433 I Mature)

As much as Stiles loves being in the most corrupted part of the FBI, running with werewolves, and the secrets he has to tell his dad, no other emotion can rival with his hatred for Agent fucking Hale. With his horrible whatever color his eyes are and shitty Adonis face. And why does he look like he was crafted out of marble? Shit uh wait no come back I got this.

Alright fine. As pretty as Agent Hale is, he does not wish to be married to the guy. But his boss says ‘hahahah no pretend to be in love with him because hunters and witches and stuff’ yeah yeah whatever Deaton you just want us to stop fighting in the break room over the last donut hole.

Stiles Stilinski does not want to be fake married Derek Hale but nobody listens.

Not even his new husband.

Lunatic by Horribibble

(2/2 I 2,469 I Mature)

FBI Agent Derek Hale is one of the good guys. He takes his suppressants and plays the part of a decent human being with remarkable accuracy. But when he’s sent in to interrogate Stiles Stilinski, alleged serial killer, it looks like the pack’s come back to haunt him.

“You shouldn’t pout like that, baby. Not when we planned you such a big surprise.”

Better Safe than Sorry by Inell

(1/1 I 3,435 I Teen)

Stiles, Derek, and Isaac check out the area where Paige Krasikeva was likely kidnapped by their perp.

The Secret’s Out by DarkAlpha67

(1/1 I 3,769 I Teen)

Edwin Rocks has been Stilinski’s partner for years and he doesn’t know anything about the kid, until there’s a bombing and he sees another side of Stilinski and finds out some interesting things too…

Underlying Architecture by Blue_Five 

(2/? I 4,042 I Mature)

Remains are discovered in Arlington Cemetary. FBI Special Agent and Alpha Derek Hale has to figure out who the body used to be and what happened. Dr. Stiles Stilinski is an Omega and a brilliant anthropologist capable of doing just that with his equally brilliant team at the Jeffersonian.

Unfortunately, they can’t stand each other.

Anguis in Herba by WednesdaysDaughter

(3/3 I 8,606 I Mature)

“Not to gross anyone out more than they already are, but has anyone found the victims’ skin?” Lydia asks and Stiles gags.

“I don’t even want to consider the answer to that question Lyds,” Stiles complains and Allison grimaces in agreement.

When a serial killer from his home town runs rampant, Stiles Stilinski (Technical Analyst for the B.A.U.) along with his team must find him in time to save one of their own from ending up like the first three victims: Poisoned and skinned alive.

Jones by Lostxcow

(5/? I 15,901 I Mature)

It was only supposed to be a regular case with the BAU team flying out to Beacon Hills to assist Detective Stiles Stilinski solve a copy-cat murderer case who was supposed to be dead 2 years ago. How did Derek end up flying back every weekend on his days off just to see him again?


AU where Derek is an FBI and meets Stiles (detective) to help for a case. they hit it off from there. Derek visits every days off he has, Stiles texts him random shit while he’s bored. Derek always forgets about time difference making Stiles mad, but he loves him too much to care.


Criminal Minds AU but with Derek and Stiles instead of JJ and Will bc i love them both so why not. and there’s not a lot of FBI sterek which there should be

Keep On the Sunny Side by GiggleSnortBangDead

(1/1 I 53,746 I Explicit)

It’s like a Tarantino revenge flick, but worse. It’s all a little cliche but, hey, they gotta kill Kate Argent.

By Blood or Bite (Pack) by bigbootsmanofwar

(15/? I 98,970 I Explicit)

Derek didn’t do field work. He refused. God knew the last time he left the office, it didn’t go so well. He’s perfectly content to just sit in his lab, help out from afar, and keep to himself.

If the kid who kept breaking all the rules would stop confusing him, things might have been OK. You know, with the kid he’s turned who he can’t stop worrying about, the damaged splinters of family he has left, and the Uncle he doesn’t trust looming over Stiles’ shoulder.

If he wasn’t so lonely, he’d pack it all in now.

Blue Moon by AsexualDerek (Cammerel)

(24/24 I 113,050 I Explicit)

After Agent Hale’s partner is killed, he gets landed with a young, nubile agent that doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and stop asking questions about things that aren’t his business to know.

Student killer (Batboys headcanon)

Requested: Yes
Request:  So Batboys S/O is university student. How batboys would react upon finding out that S/O’s campus is plagued by alleged serial killer who’s targeting students? (kinda like in Scream Queens)


  • Much like Jason he will be your bodyguard for the time being
  • but you aren’t advised to go when he can’t come with
  • He can’t lose you to some dumb villain
  • Since he’s working with the police
  • He know’s all the details about the alleged murders
  • So he’s already aware before you are
  • He know’s what to look for and what to protect you from
  • But it’s kinda nice to have him around all the time
  • Carries your bag and all that :D  


  • Guess who has an heavily armed bodyguard wherever you go
  • You do
  • Even though he was trying to talk you out of going
  • but since you didn’t budge he has no other choice
  • Literally sits with you in all your lectures
  • glares at anyone that looks at you the wrong way
  • won’t even let your friends anywhere near you
  • unless he knows them well


  • Tim finds the best possible route you could take to avoid risk
  • That is of course if he can’t come with you
  • Gives your a can of pepper spray and a taser
  • Just in case
  • You never know where evil might lurk 
  • tried to convince you that he could teach you at home
  • but you still needed the attendance 
  • so that was a no


  • You think you’re going to school while that shit is going down?
  • haha cute
  • You tried to argue with him, you truly did, but as we all know, there’s no use in trying with him
  • He will have the lecturers come to you instead
  • It’s safer
  • Hella mad if you knew for a while but didn’t tell him
  • It drives him insane that you would put yourself under such risk
  • Probably won’t let you go even after it all cools down
  • He loves you too much


With love,


Facebook Live killing in Thailand adds to string of disturbing incidents broadcast on site

  • Facebook is under fire after a father in Phuket, Thailand, killed his 11-month-old baby and then himself on Facebook Live.
  • Police told Reuters the alleged killer, 20-year-old Wuttisan Wongtalay, was paranoid his wife, Jiranuch Triratana, was going to leave him.
  • According to multiple sources, gruesome footage of the incident remained on the social media site for about 24 hours before it was taken down. Facebook has yet to comment on the tragedy.
  • Thailand’s Ministry of Digital Economy told Reuters it contacted Facebook about the video Tuesday afternoon, clarifying the is unlikely to face legal repercussions from the government. Read more (4/26/17)
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The Controversial Case of the “Murder Babes”

Authorities are calling it “the most gruesome murder in Thailand history”, but the tragedy and shocking details of the crime itself have almost been buried under the baffling reaction of the public, the killers’ attitudes and the way the local media has covered the story.

Let’s start by the beginning. On May 25, 2017, the body of 23 year old Warisara Klinjui (in the first two pictures) was discovered in the Khao Suan Kwang district, in the northeast of Thailand. Not only had she been strangled and beaten, but her body had been cut in half with a saw and disposed in garbage bins. Warisara worked at a karaoke bar and had last been seen alive on May 23. 

Police quickly identified the suspects as Preeyanuch “Preaw” Nonwangchai (24), Kawita “Earn” Ratchada (25) and Apiwan “Jae” Sattayabundit (28), three women who were soon dubbed “Murder Babes”. The three alleged killers escaped to Myanmar after the crime, but didn’t try too hard to hide. They were caught in CCTV shopping with colorful backpacks and found jobs in local bars.

The case caused a sensation in Thailand. Preaw in particular became some sort of twisted idol, and TV networks even went as far as to show footage found of her having phone sex with her boyfriend. People took advantage of the popularity and started selling merchandising with the women’s faces, copies of the infamous backpacks and even a keychain with a handsaw, as you can see above.

Eventually, the three women were caught and taken back to Thailand in mid July. The situation only got more controversial as the suspects were seen laughing and applying makeup before facing the cameras, taking pictures with police and even wearing face masks. No remorse at all and what many felt was a too lenient treatment by authorities. They confessed to killing Warisara, and explain that it had started with Preaw wanted to give her a lesson because Warisara had given police information about her drug dealing boyfriend. It had ended with her beating and strangling her, and after she was dead they’d stopped at a hardware store to buy the saw they used to dismember her.

As for the frenzy over the killers, in an interview with the Bangkok Post, Uajit Virojtrairat, director of the Foundation for Media Studies, explained: “There are a lot of people like Preaw out there and they see her as an idol now. Since she’s now being accepted by people as a hero instead of the lead suspect in a murder case, many people will try to be like her.” 

Dave And The Investigator

Submitted by: Sage (

Length: Short

“Sir, I believe I know who’s really been killing people in the county.” Dave spoke with absolute certainty.

The investigator rolled his eyes and exchanged glances with the two officers in the room. Both gave him a ‘yeah right’ grin, and shook their heads a little.

“The killer has been in jail for over 6 months now, and no one else has gone missing or been murdered. I’m sick of you people who think that there’s some kind of conspiracy going on.” The investigator calmly stated. “I myself gathered evidence and helped to convict him.”

“But he was framed and I can prove it!” Dave spat out. “The real killer has been getting his victims from other counties ever since the man who was framed had been locked up. I can show you where the guy lives and his whole set up!”

The investigator humored him. “Oh really, and how do you know where he lives?”

“Because he brought me to his house and tried to kill me! I was lucky enough to escape.” Dave said.

“When was this? We have no record of you ever being here until now.”

“I was afraid to go to the police. I don’t know. I thought he would find me and kill me if I ever talked.” Dave looked down at the table and scratched the back of his neck. Then he looked up hopefully at the investigator. “But if you can get the charges against me dropped, I’ll show you where he lives.”

“How about this,” the investigator started. “If you can prove to me that there’s is some sort of murder going on, I’ll make sure you don’t see a day in prison.”

Dave’s eyes lit up.

“But,” the investigator continued. “If you’re just leading us on a wild goose chase, I’ll see to it that you do maximum time.”

The investigator drove Dave to the woods behind where the alleged killer lived, and parked.

“Where are the officers? Aren’t they coming?” Dave questioned.

“Not unless there’s actually someone to arrest. No offense, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s tried to get out of jail by lying.” The investigator said as they both got out of the car. He handcuffed Dave’s hands behind his back. “Anyway, wheres all this proof you keep talking about?”

“If we go a few acres into the woods here, we’ll be able to see in his back window,” Dave explained as he pointed into the woods.

They walked through until they came to a small clearing behind a bush. The bush had a few candy wrappers and a water bottle stuffed into it.

“Come here often?” The investigator asked as he pointed at the munchies.

“No, I swear those aren’t mine.” Dave looked sincere when he spoke.

The investigator re-cuffed Dave’s hands around a small tree and pulled out his binoculars. The view from where they were standing behind the bush was perfect. They could see right in the living room, where Dave had claimed he was almost killed.

After about an hour of restlessly waiting and watching, the lights in the room finally turned on and revealed a tall, skinny, blonde man dragging in a bloody lifeless body.

The investigators eyes widened immensely.

“See!” Dave said excitedly. “How’s that for proof!”

“Shut up!” He snapped back at Dave. “We need more proof.”

“More proof?” Dave looked puzzled. “He’s got a body in there!”

“I know and I believe you’re telling the truth now, obviously. But the more we have on him, the better.” The investigator pressed his eyes back onto the binoculars firmly. “Oh my god, Dave, he’s got a cleaver. He’s hacking up the body! Look,” he held up the binoculars to Dave’s eyes.

“Yes, I see. Now can you call for backup and get out of here?” Dave begged.

The investigator brought back the binoculars to his own eyes.

Dave hung his head and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see all of this. It was making him feel physically ill. “Please, can we just go?”

“Hold on,” the investigator mumbled almost incoherently.

Dave looked over at him and saw that he was eating something. “What the hell are you doing?”

The investigator finished chewing and swallowed. Then he stuffed a granola bar wrapper into the bush right next to the other ones.

Dave thought his heart was going to explode as the investigator stood up from his crouching position.

“I can’t have you screw this up for me,” he said in a dark voice. “This shit’s better than the movies.” He let out a maniacal laugh and pulled out a pocket knife. 

He grabbed Dave by the hair and pulled his head back, before placing the blade up to his neck. 

“It’s like I promised. You’ll never see a day in prison!” With one continuous swipe, he slit Dave’s throat from ear to ear.

“I’ll watch him hack you up later.”

Credits to: Sage (

Minty plays detective.

Count Lucio was burned to death in his bed… 

During a party……

In a bed…during a party….. 

What could one be doing in a bed during a party??? 


Of course, we know that Count Lucio WAS ailing during the masquerade, but I’m not sure if I see him as the type to simply host a party and not attend it. 

 So as much as I love Asra, I think Julian may have been framed. I also think that Asra is DEFINITELY a prime suspect in this case. “More dangerous than we know?” the ONLY OTHER PERSON working that closely with Julian for a cure to the Red Plague?

 Asra also has a penchant, apparently, for breaking hearts. See his past with Julian, his current games with MC, and his “sin cliche” being Lust. Did Asra seduce Lucio and then murder him??? Or perhaps, the unthinkable….did Nadia murder her own husband?? Was this a crime of passion??? Or perhaps….dispassion??? 

 As much as I hate to tarnish our dear Countess’s name, she takes a rather strange attitude with regards to her relationship with Lucio. It’s mentioned that she was never proud of him, she is openly disdainful toward his tastes and mannerisms, and she does not seem to hold much affection for him. Was the marriage arranged??? Was our Countess unhappy?

Consider this: Why would someone be so devoted to catching and killing the alleged murderer of someone they aren’t necessarily fond of??? Sounds like a coverup, to me. 

An alleged killer dies, and the case is buried with him



The Man Eating Trees of Madagascar

The tree itself was described as being around 8 feet in height, and having an appearance with eight long, pointed leaves that hung down from its top to the ground. The trunk of the tree was topped with a sort of receptacle that contained a thick liquid said to have soporific qualities that drugged potential prey and was believed to be highly addictive. Surrounding this receptacle were long, hairy tendrils with six white palpi resembling tentacles. The tree possessed white, transparent leaves that reminded Liche of the quivering mouthparts of an insect.

The slender delicate palpi, with the fury of starved serpents, quivered a moment over her head, then as if instinct with demoniac intelligence fastened upon her in sudden coils round and round her neck and arms; then while her awful screams and yet more awful laughter rose wildly to be instantly strangled down again into a gurgling moan, the tendrils one after another, like great green serpents, with brutal energy and infernal rapidity, rose, retracted themselves, and wrapped her about in fold after fold, ever tightening with cruel swiftness and savage tenacity of anacondas fastening upon their prey.

This scary account has inspired several expeditions to Madagascar in search of the tree. One such expedition was undertaken by Chase Salmon Osborne, the governor of Michigan from 1911 to 1913, who went to the jungles of Madagascar to search for the man-eating tree. Although he was unsuccessful in his efforts to locate it, he did find both natives and Western missionaries that claimed to have seen it and that it did in fact exist.

An expedition was launched in 1998, this time by Czech explorer Ivan Mackerle. This expedition could not locate the elusive tree either, but during his travels Mackerle learned of yet another carnivorous tree on the island referred to as the Kumanga Killer Tree. Natives claimed that this particular tree was found on only one part of the island and was said to have flowers that exuded an extremely poisonous gas. The natives claimed to know where such a tree was and guided Mackerle to its location.

During the trek, the expedition members were so concerned about the poisonous nature of the plant that they actually wore gas masks. When they arrived at the alleged Kumanga Killer Tree, they found no gas spewing flowers, but did find several animal skeletons under the tree. The lack of flowers, the natives explained, was due to the tree not being in bloom.

Mackerle also uncovered a story of a former British army officer who allegedly took photographs of a tree on the island that had various animal skeletons strewn about its base. Whether this particular tree was either one of the aforementioned carnivorous trees or something new is uncertain. It is also unknown what became of these photographs, or if indeed they ever existed at all.

The 3X murders

On the evening of June 11, 1930, 39-year-old grocer John Mozynski decided to drive to a secluded part in the College Point area of Queens, New York with his mistress, Catherine May. However, Mozynski’s decision turned out to be a bad one – in fact, it cost him his life. In a quiet minute, a man with a gun appeared at the rear door of the car and shot Mozynski. The killer then raped the 19-year-old May. Following this, he escorted her to a bus line. Before leaving, the man handed her a note and instructed her to read it the following day. May did not notify the police after the incident, but the police contacted her after recovering her bloodsoaked coat from the crime scence. May handed them the note written by the alleged killer. It read:

      Joseph Mozynski
3X                              3-X-097

May told the police two different stories, thus resulting in her being held as material witness. The whole story changed when the Journal, a local newspaper, received a letter from the killer. In the letter, the killer called Mozynski a “rascal” and a “dirty little rat” and included a description of the gun used in the murder of Mozynski and type of ammunition. The letter ended with a threat: “fourteen more of Mozynski’s friends will join him”. The killer signed the piece of paper with an inverted V and V 3X. On June 16, 1930, 26-year-old radio technican Noel Sowley was shot in his parked car near Creedmore, Queens. According to his companion, Elizabeth Ring, a man with German accent approached Sowley’s car and demanded his driver’s license. The man flashed a symbol with his flashlight before turning his head back to Sowley, saying “You’re the guy we want all right” followed by “You’re going to get what Joe got.” He then escorted Ring – like in May’s case – to a bus line and gave her a note similar to May’s. One day after the murder, the police and the Journal received another letter from the 3X killer, in which he warned readers that “thirteen more men and one women will go”. On June 21, 1930, a mysterious note was mailed to Mozynski’s brother, threatening him with death if he won’t cooperate and return “those papers”.

On the same day, police received a final letter from the 3X killer, in which he stated that his “mission has ended” and that there is “no further cause of worry.” The killer claimed that he was a former officer in the German army who had become a special agent of a secret organization called “The Red Diamond of Russia”. He stated that Mozynski and Sowley were former members who “came in contact with a gang of blackmailers and a drug ring and turned against us.” One of the two victims allegedly stole three important documents belonging to the organization. The killer affirmed that the documents had been found and closed the letter with the following statement:
This is final. You know what we want you to know. Quiet your people and tell them that 3X is no more.“ The person behind the 3X murders has never been caught and the case still remains unsolved.

Why Sansa is going to betray Jon (and why we should have known since Season 1)

Okay guys, the new trailer is out and the thing that shook me most (apart from Beric Dondarrion’s flaming sword) were the final words by Sansa:

“When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.” 

Now, there’s some discussion on the net about what Sansa is going to do. Is she going to be loyal to Jon, or will she betray him? I think the latter is going to be the case. But why?

The quote did it for me. “The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.” You might think - well sure, she’s part of the pack, Jon’s part of the pack, she’s going to be loyal. But is she really part of the pack?

We all know (and book readers even more so) how important the direwolves are to the Stark children. Just think of Arya and Robb. Arya sends Nymeria away and what happens to her is mirrored in her wolf. In the book we learn about a she-wolf of monstrous size that is killing people in Westeros, while Arya is also a she-wolf (maybe not of monstous size) that becomes a killer. Nymeria (alleged) story mirrors what Arya is going through. And remember Robb? His storyline is a bit different from the storyline in the series, and I think the show runners missed the most important part: Robb is distancing himself from Grey Wind (even though Catelyn warns him not to), his wolf warns him before the Red Wedding and Robb ignores it. His last line in the book is “Grey Wind”, and I think this shows us that Robb realized his mistake.

But what has all this got to do with Sansa and Jon and the upcoming season? Remember season 1, when Ned had to kill Lady? By killing Lady he killed an essential part of Sansa’s identity. It’s like she’s no longer connected to the direwolf-network. I’ve thought about that before and I knew that it would eventually play a role in the story. The quote from the trailer makes me pretty certain about my assumption: When Lady died, that part of Sansa died that made her a wolf, leaving her lost and as someone different than before.

“The lone wolf dies but the pack survives.” True, but I’m afraid Sansa is no longer a part of the pack, but rather “a little bird”.

anonymous asked:

Hey, Could you pls do a fic rec or know new fics of Sterek as FBI/Agent? ☺️ I've read alot of it and want more hahah!

Hey! Hopefully you missed a few of these :) You can also try here and here. Happy reading!

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“You shouldn’t pout like that, baby. Not when we planned you such a big surprise.”

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Beacon House

The Beacon House Massacre. A crime too horrible for words. So horrible in fact that it fled the front pages as soon as the finer details began to trickle into the public sphere. Imagine how terrible a crime must be before the pack of vultures that dare call themselves the press in our day and age will quietly allow the sensational details of a socialite scandal to slip through their grasp. An act of mass murder so horrible that without fail every first responder to the crime scene had either left the emergency services entirely or been placed on leave. Thirty Eight people, one New Year’s Eve celebration. One survivor.

One killer.

One killer who, in a dervish of blood and viscera, had stabbed and slashed and bludgeoned and burned his way through a room full of guests and catering staff.

One killer found in the garden of his expensive Blue Mountains property with a steak knife, stabbed, hammered deep into his forehead.

Self inflicted.

All the papers would dare mention was madness and carnage. Photos were hard enough to come by, but I’d heard it said that the editor of the Sydney Morning Herald had declined to furnish his front page with the one photograph of the Beacon House interior that his photographer had managed to capture. Instead they played the human angle, a contrast to the savagery of the man who had brought so much misery into the world: Photos of the victims and their grieving families. Photos of the alleged Killer lying unconscious in a hospital bed, his face half hidden by a thick layer of bandages.

Malachi Durant had once been the darling of the Sydney architectural scene. Heralded as the next Frank Lloyd Wright, praised by his contemporaries for his command of ‘flow,’ 'space,’ and 'light.’ I must admit though, as a layperson I had little understanding of what those terms meant in terms of architecture. I had been assigned by the State’s Attorney as a psychiatric expert to assess Malachi Durant’s mental state before the trial. Though the prosecutor did not believe the insanity defence Malachi’s lawyers had put forward, for me there was little doubt. Sane men did not butcher their friends and family on special occasions, and certainly not in the middle of the holiday season.

The scar on Malachi Durant’s forehead was minuscule in comparison to the injury: just to the right of centre and only an inch above his eyebrow. His right eye, brown, glassy and unfocussed followed lazily behind the left one, blue as he focussed on my entry into my office on Wednesday morning. From the doctor’s report I knew that in his madness he had jammed the steak knife deep into his skull, and pounded it through the bone into his forebrain by bashing his head against a wall. Then, somehow still conscious, he had wriggled the blade to and fro until his right temporal lobe was nothing more than a mess of blood and fatty tissue.

I sat down opposite Malachi Durant: Mass Murderer. “Good morning.”

A slight movement of his left eyelid half-hidden under a curtain of limp, once curly black hair, was all the sign Malachi gave that he had understood me.

“My name is Doctor Raymond Hunter, and…” I paused. I’d given this speech to dozens and dozens of patients, but the words felt stale in my mouth, the look in Malachi Durant’s good eye demanded more than my usual faire. I dipped momentarily into honesty. “I’m here to assess your mental state, before your trial Mister Durant.” Before returning to my usual speech “I’d also like to get to know you a little better.”

Malachi Durant gave a faint smile, regret and sadness played across his expression as he watched me sit.

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Believe It or Not. Part 8.

Summary: after the night at the school, y/n is more shaken up than ever. For Scott, she acts like she’s fine. But she keeps seeing what happened in her head, and they won’t stop. Until someone helps her.

content: hella fluff tbh

(Based off 1x08 “Lunatic”)

After everything that happened in the school that night, Melissa wasn’t letting Scott or Y/n out of the house for anything. Y/n was practically losing her mind with boredom. She had done all her homework, and was working her way through the entire Star Wars series for the 290220 time probably.

*sidenote, rip Carrie Fisher <3*

She pretty much fell off her bed when she heard her phone ring, struggling and stumbling to get to the device. Once she picked it up she saw that Stiles was calling her. A mix of emotions flowed through her as she answered.

“Stiles, hi!” She greeted, probably a little bit too enthusiastically.

“Hi to you too, how do you feel about helping me with something?” Y/n could hear the excitement in his voice.

“Why do I have the feeling that this is something where I have to worry about getting caught?” She teased.

“Because those are the only plans I ever make.” Y/n laughed at the boy.

“Alright Stilinski, what is it?”

He didn’t waste a beat telling her all about his plan, “I know Scott’s been super down because of Allison lately, and I also know neither of you are allowed to leave the house. So if you could gather your depressing brother and convince him to climb out your window that would be great.” She walked the few feet to her window to see that, he was in fact, standing right outside her window.

“Alright fine but have him back by 11.”

“Yes ma'am.” Y/n hung up the phone and headed to Scott’s room where she had to drag him out of bed and back to her room.

“You have to be quiet alright. Stiles is right outside my window, but mom is in the room right below so be careful.”

Y/n unlocked her window and lifted it up, feeling a cool breeze flow through her room, sending a slight shiver through her body. She stuck her head out briefly to see the spastic boy waiting for his best friend.

“Thanks y/n.” Scott whispered as he started to stick his legs out the window and gain his balance on the roof.

She watched as the two boys ran off into the darkness, and smiled to herself. Hopefully Scott would be happy again.
- - -
It was Monday morning and y/n had to go back to school after the building being shut down Thursday and Friday.

She woke up and quickly got dressed in black tights, and her black floral print dress that matched perfectly with her light brown boots.

She realized she hadn’t heard Scott up and moving around so she decided to go check on him and make sure he was awake.

She took cautious steps inside his door frame to see that he was still asleep. But, once she was completely inside her brother’s room his alarm finally went off.

“Beautiful Monday morning, Beacon Hills High School is back open after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged killer. Derek Hale-”

Y/n raced over to silence the fuzzy radio noise, and gave Scott a hesitant smile when she saw he was awake.

“We should probably set this to buzzer Huh,” Scott groaned as a response. “You alive in there?” She poked his face trying to lighten the mood.


“Not ready to go back to school?”


“You want to stay home another day? I’ll stay too?” Y/n offered sympathetically.


She sighed, “Okay. This isn’t just about what happened at the school, right? It’s about Allison. Do you want to talk about it?” Y/n had now moved so she was sitting on the edge of Scott’s bed next to him.

“Not with you.” He mumbled closing his brown eyes and letting his head fall back onto his indented pillow.

“Hey!” She nudged him, “I may not know what you’re going through but I’m here.” That was the last thing she said before urging him to get up so they wouldn’t be late.

She had started to walk back out of his room when a slight whisper caught her attention causing her to stop in her tracks and place her hand on the door frame.

“I’m gonna get her back.” Y/n wasn’t sure if Scott was actually addressing her or just encouraging himself but she turned around anyway and smiled at him.

“You will.” She assured him. She truly hoped he did get her back too. She hadn’t ever seen her brother that happy before.
- - -
Y/n was walking up the stairs of her high school, books in her hand and her head down. She kept replaying the other night in her head. She could barely sleep, she was trying to act like she was fine for Scott. With everything going on she knew he didn’t need to be worrying about her, he didn’t need to know that she knew the truth either.

(< when writing is in between these it’s a flashback>)

<“please just one second to explain!” The scared girl pleaded to the janitor, yelling at him to leave.

One person was already dead, and they were all next. So if they could just save this one person, that would be enough for her.

That’s when the beast jumped out of nowhere and ripped out the mans jugular.

Y/n watched in fear as blood poured from his wound and his mouth.

Before she could do anything the beast wrapped his claws around her neck and lifted her up.

“Get off of me!” She screamed.>

“Hey, Hey! Y/n it’s me, it’s me.” She was pulled from her nightmare when she realized she was staring into Stiles’ golden eyes. He had grabbed her arm, not the beast. Her breathing was out of control.

She looked around and saw her books scattered all over the hallway floor, and people staring.

“Come on, I’ll get you out of here.” Stiles’ whispered in her ear as he helped her get to her feet.

She stood there, silent and in shock, hugging her arms to her chest as Stiles grabbed all of her belongings and put them back in her bag before slinging the thing across his shoulder.

Y/n’s eyes stayed focused down, she could still feel their eyes on her, and she hated it. She hated that she couldn’t talk to anyone about what she was going through, she hated that she could be of no help to Scott, she hated that her entire world had been flipped upside down, and she hated being weak.

She felt tears slip out of her eyes before she was pulled from her thoughts by Stiles’ hand back on her arm, gently tugging on her so she would walk with him. Y/n took one step, and Gravity got the best of her.

She was falling and then in a matter of seconds she wasn’t. Stiles had caught her and swiftly lifted the girl in his arms. Y/n rested her head on his shoulder and let her eyes shut as he quickly sped away from the mob of glaring eyes.

Once Stiles found an empty classroom he set y/n on top of one of the desks so she could sit. Once he got her situated he took a moment to look at her, to really look at her. Y/n’s gaze was down towards her shaking hands, to which he grabbed, the touch forcing her to look at him. He smiled at her and then used one hand to wipe the tears away that had spilled, leaving stains on her red cheeks.

“I guess that’s just Monday for ya.” He commented, making her laugh. The sound brought complete joy to his ears, she was okay.

“Sorry about that.” Y/n apologized, using one hand to tuck both sides of her hair behind her ears.

“Don’t be.” Stiles said, placing his finger under her chin, moving her head up until her eyes met his again. “What happened?” He questioned her cautiously.

“I- I just-” y/n tried to explain until her breathing started getting uneasy again just thinking about it.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” The boy reminded her with his soothing voice. He stared at her for a long time, watching as her chest started to rise and fall at a slower pace. Then he hesitantly urged her to keep talking.

“Was it, was it because of what happened, what happened here?”

Y/n’s eyes shifted to look out the window, she watched as the trees blew lightly in the breeze and how the clouds shifted uneven spots of shade on the world, before answering.

“yes.” She was caught of guard when suddenly she was being lead forward into the embrace of Stiles’ arms, to which she gladly welcomed. She clutched both of her arms around his neck and pulled him close, needing the comfort. Needing his comfort. His arms were wrapped near her lower waist, pulling her closer until she was no longer sitting on the desk but standing on her feet.

His thumbs ran light lines across her back, soothing her. The two remained that way for a few, long minutes. Until y/n started to pull away, and when she did she looked him in the eyes and couldn’t stop staring at them.

Stiles’ eyes were locked on hers too, and she almost didn’t notice that he had started leaning towards her, she was so lost in the moment.

Y/n pulled her self back to reality, and turned her head slightly. Stopping him from what he was about to do.

“Im sorry-” Stiles took a step back from her as she cut him off.

“You just- you can’t do that, okay.”

“I know,” he whispered running his hand over his head, “I know because you’re Scott’s sister.” He finished his thought.

“No.” Y/n said, catching his attention, he turned his eyes to look at her. She could see the confusion in them, so she elaborated.

“No, because I’m not Lydia.” She turned away from the gaze burning a hole into her, the only time she has ever been able to turn away from those eyes.

Y/n grabbed her things and headed towards the door, she was extremely late to class.

“Thank you for- uh, for helping me.” She mumbled frantically while trying to gather herself before going back out into the world.

“Oh and Stiles,” she turned on her heel only to see a hurt expression on his face, it killed her. But she continued anyway, “don’t tell Scott.”

And that was the last thing she whispered, before leaving him standing there alone.
- - -
After school Y/n just went home and lied down in her bed. She didn’t dare shut her eyes, in fear of reliving the other night again.

She told her mom she was headed up stairs to do homework so she wouldn’t bother her. She loved her mom more than anything, but if Melissa asked if she was okay one more time she would’ve screamed.

Of course she’s not okay. Nothing is okay. Everything that could go wrong, is going even worse than wrong.

Not only does y/n now have nightmares even when she’s awake, a werewolf brother who practically has a death sentence written on his forehead. But, now she has to deal with what happened in that classroom today with Stiles. She kept telling herself that he was just caught up in the moment, she was 110% sure he didn’t mean it.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it though, thinking about him. Y/n’s always wanted to kiss that boy. She wanted it to happen today, but she can’t do that to herself. She will not kiss Stiles Stilinski if he’s in love with someone else.

She heard the faint of the front door opening downstairs and assumed Scott was home. She called out to make sure, since her mom had already left for her shift.

“Scott?” She yelled from her same position.

“Stiles.” Was the answer she received. Mixed feelings of excitement and nervousness coursed through y/n’s body.

She finally sat up and made her way down the stairs, to see him re closing the front door with a key in his hand. He turned around and immediately looked at her, not sure what to do or say.

“Key?” She questioned, pointing to the object in Stiles’ hand.

“Yeah I had one made, so-”
She watched as the boy awkwardly flailed around, and let a small laugh escape her mouth.

“That doesn’t surprise me, ” she smiled, “it scares me, but it doesn’t surprise me.”

They stood there in silence until y/n noticed the giant black duffle bag that Stiles had brought inside with him.

“What is that?” She asked.

“Uh. School project.” Y/n didn’t believe him for one second, especially after he dropped the duffle bag on the floor and a silver chain peeked through the opening. Then it hit her, the full moon is tonight. She knew she couldn’t ask him directly about what their plan was, so she settled for, “He’s okay, right?”

For the first time since he’s walked into the house, he looked her in the eyes.

“Who Scott? Yeah he’s fine.”
His voice cracked while he was talking, and she didn’t want to make him too uncomfortable but she needed to make sure her brother was going to be okay.

“He just, he doesn’t talk to me as much as he used.” Y/n looked down at her feet saying this, it hurt her. Knowing she couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t help. She wasn’t as smart as Stiles, so she trusted him to take care of her brother.

“He’s going to be okay, y/n.” Stiles’ voice sounded closer so she looked up to see that he was in fact standing directly in front of her. Her breathe caught in her throat at the intensity of his eyes standing into hers.

“Right,” she answered shifting away from his uncomfortable gaze, “well you can wait for Scott. I’m just gonna go back to my room.”

She shifted on the stairs slightly to make her way back up before Stiles’ voice stopped her.

“Wait, you’re going to be home tonight?” He worriedly asked.

“Uhm, yes?” She questioned.

“Oh, okay. Just uhm, stay in your room okay?”

His odd behavior caught her off guard before she thought it through. He had a chain, it’s the full moon, her brother won’t have control. Perfect. Stiles’ is going to chain her brother up in his room.

She just nodded at the boy before turning fully on her heal and taking each step until she reached the top. She reached the entrance to her room and turned around just to see the last bit of Stiles walking into Scott’s room. Sighing sadly, y/n entered her room the rest of the way and shut her door behind her.
- - -
In the room just down the hall from y/n’s, Stiles had tricked Scott into getting handcuffed to the heater in his room.

The full moon had already taken affect on Scott and it was starting to scare Stiles. But he wouldn’t dare show his fear, Stiles’ anger towards his best friend at this point was stronger.

From out of the black duffle bag Stiles grabbed out a dog’s water dish that had ‘Scott’ written out on it.

“I got you some water.” The boy said before pouring a bottle of water inside the bowl.

“Im going to kill you.” Scott growled at Stiles, not in control of himself at all.

“I’m lying to her Scott,” Stiles decided to take this chance to finally speak his mind about the situation they’ve all been thrown into, “Okay? You’re making me lie to y/n. The one girl that I- and you know, you told me we couldn’t tell her for her protection. And I went along with it, it made sense at first. But Scott, she’s knows something’s up. And you… We’re both going to lose her. God did you ever think that she would be safer if she knew what was going on?”

He paced back in forth in front of Scott, “you’re freaking unbelievable Scott. We can’t keep this from her forever.”

He watched as his best friend stared at him with a killer look in his eye.

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel.” Scott whispered, but Stiles heard him.

“What?” He asked anyway.

“What the point? She’s too good for you, you think you could be with my sister? You’re nothing Stiles. You think you can protect her? You can’t even help me.”

The boy in front of Stiles became completely unrecognizable to him. But he knew he was right, the only thing he can do is chain up his best friend. He can’t actually solve any of this, he would never be able to keep y/n safe if he needed to. And that’s what worried him so much with her just being a few feet away.

Scott started begging for Stiles to release him, using multiple excuses to convince Stiles that he had control of himself again.

“I can’t.” Stiles said, leaning against the bedroom wall.

Then all of the sudden, Scott became eerily quiet, which didn’t go unnoticed by Stiles.

“Scott, are you okay? Scott?”

Without warning Scott had broken through the handcuffs and rammed right through the window and Stiles wasn’t able to stop him.

He had no idea what to do. But Scott’s words ran through his mind over and over again… 'you can’t even help me.’

And he was right, he doesn’t even know where to begin. Tears started to fall silently down his cheeks. He made it just outside of Scott’s room before collapsing on to the floor, back leaning against the wall. Out of frustration he slammed his head against the wall and let the tears run freely, running his hands over his head.
- - -
Y/n was startled from her homework when she heard a sudden banging against the wall just outside the the door and in the hall.

She had been lying on her stomach working her way through biology notes, but when she heard the noise she rolled towards the edge of her bed until her feet hit the floor.

Y/n opened her door quietly and peeked her head around to get a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Her heart immediately dropped to her stomach when she saw a very distressed Stiles. Tears falling from his eyes and staining his pink cheeks. Y/n hesitantly tip-toed her way over to him.

He didn’t even glance at her, but y/n knew that he knew she was there.

She let herself slide down the wall until she was sitting in the same position right next to him.
She studied his side profile, as he still wouldn’t look at her. She memorized the pattern of his moles that lie scattered on his face before placing her hand gently over his and squeezing tightly.

Only then, did he take the time to finally look at her. He found himself at a loss of breath when he looked into her eyes, and it all hit him at once, making him completely forget everything going on in his life.

It hit him. He would always, want to protect this girl. He will always, want to see her smiling. He will always, care about her. His feelings for Lydia, were non-existent. How could he only realize this now? The way he felt when he looked at Lydia, was nothing compared to how he felt right now. On the floor, holding the hand and staring into the eyes of the girl he truly cares for.

“I have to go.” He whispered to her before getting up and sprinting out of the McCall house.

He couldn’t waste anymore time being there, he needed to speak to his dad immediately. He needed to do something, and he can do something.

Scott was wrong. Not only is he going to help his best friend, but he just made himself a promise. Y/n will always be safe, and under his protection.

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Kurt Werner Wichmann was an alleged serial killer from Lüneburg, Lower Saxony, Germany. He was the main suspect for the unsolved murder of Birgit Meier back in 1989. In 2016, it was revealed that the disappearance of Meier was related to Wichmann after analyzing blood stains found on handcuffs once belonging to him. There are also indications that Meier wasn’t his only victim. In 1993, Wichmann was arrested for an unrelated charge. He committed suicide by hanging himself with his belt just when the Police was about to investigate his house. His suicide seemed strange to investigators at the beginning but later strangely made sense. Following Wichmann’s death, investigators finally searched his property. What they had found was enough evidence to link him to at least a dozen disappearances. One of the most damning evidence was a sound proof room which inside contained several types of guns, ammunition, knives, razors, ropes, pills, video cassettes and secret boxes and hideouts. After searching Wichmann’s backyard investigators found a car, buried underneath. Wichmann had a history of criminal activity and was already sentenced to five years in prison after attempted murder and rape of a young girl. Although it wouldn’t surprise some if Wichmann indeed was responsible for all the murders he has been linked to, there are still many questions left unanswered.


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While Will is incarcerated, out in the world he is deeply missed.

Will tries his best to adjust with life at the Institute

But it’s a difficult task.

Hannibal has his troubles too

He can’t resist to go see Will, but he is not welcomed

Since Will has spare time and he is an alleged serial killer, he is consulted with a case.

And he uses the rest of the time to remember what Hannibal did to him; which is not very funny.

The only one who doesn’t find anything to do is Hannibal.

 We started season two already!

The 2016 US presidential election has been dominating our collective consciousness for the last two years. We tried to distract ourselves with women Ghostbusters and @linmanuel​ Miranda and Leo’s Oscar, but the 2016 campaign kept sucking us in. As it comes to a close, the conversation keeps getting louder, and we’ve compiled the highlights.

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