full extent of the law

Anti-shippers are not worried about others

They aren’t. Last year October I suddenly got a huge upswing in anons. Telling me I was going to hell for writing Ultimate Spiderman fanfic. Telling me I was disgusting and a piece of shit because an adult shouldn’t write teenage romances (Although where they think Young Adult novels come from who knows). 

Then they discovered I ship Pitch Black and Jack Frost as well as Kakashi and Naruto and it all went to hell. I was called a pedophile and had some very disgusting violent themed asks. At one point I was deleting about 15 anon messages a day. Someone told me they’d found my charity and they were calling CPS on me because of child pornography and pedophilia.

CPS did indeed end up showing up. And our lived were a mess. A horrible mess. Our devices were taken and checked through with a fine tooth comb, our browsing history was searched, all our dvds and movies that were not marked were taken.

Keep in mind that I’m a severely disabled person and have two special needs kids. It was awful and traumatic. Thankfully going into it the CPS worker said because of the nature of the report (someone finding my info over social media and not knowing me personally ect) she suspected it was a false report.

The police did ask some questions about my multitude of about 3,000 unfinished story starts I have on my computer and seemed amused and a bit disturbed to find out out some of my pairings but they were all great about it. Said they would make sure not to delete ANY of my stories because writing is a great stress relief.

We were given everything back at the end of the week, everything was clear. No child porn, no pedophilia. My kids drs checks were fine, their psych checks were fine. Although my oldest does still have anxiety but like….we knew that already. No signs of sexual or physical abuse on my children.

The case was closed, unfounded, and CPS closed their case also. However, because of the false claim they were going to press charges against the one who made the claim.

I have no idea how this works or if anything has been done yet. BUT FALSE REPORTING IS A CRIME!!!

It tears up families, traumatizes children to exams that are not needed, and puts innocent people into a terrifying experience. These people put us through this experience just because they didn’t like my shipping preferences. How is this ok? It’s not.

It’s sick

And I hope they are punished to the full extent of the law.

anonymous asked:

Hero flirting with an experienced but easily flustered villain...?

1) “You do know that when you wipe my memories it doesn’t actually work, right? One of the perks of being me.” 
The villain froze at the hero’s words. They’d just attempted their grand entrance four times in a row, trying to anticipate the hero’s response, blanking their brain when they didn’t quite get it perfect. First impressions were important. PR won battles as much as soldiers did. Don’t worry,” the hero grinned, looking the villain up and down slowly. “You’re doing great. Very impressive.”
Now they definitely had to die. 


2) The villain prowled closer, gaze intent. 
“Mm. The last time someone looked at me like that we didn’t get out of bed all weekend, good times.” 
“Cute bravado, it won’t save you.” 
“You’re blushing.” 


3) “You could be so brilliant if you only turned your mind to creating things instead of destroying them,” the hero murmured. They paused to tighten the villain’s restraints, before glancing up to catch their eyes. “I’ve never seen anything like you. You’re stunning.” It was so earnest that, for once, the villain didn’t quite know what to say. The hero wet their lips, practically on their knees. “Just let me help you, please. You’d be a terrible waste to the world rotting.” 


4) “Are you going to put me in handcuffs? Tell me how bad I’ve been? Punish me to the full extent of the law?” 
“Do you want me to?” The hero shoved them up against the wall, breath hot against their ear. “You do seem to spend rather a lot of time making me chase you. All those clever schemes, your convoluted games. I mean, I’m flattered, but you could just ask me for a coffee.” 
“Ah, but how would you know it was really me then.” A shiver ran down their spine for all the flippancy of tone. 


5) “Oh, I could just take you apart. See how long that cold, untouchable reputation of yours lasts then. You’re trying so hard to pretend you’re not even human, but look at that…” the hero pressed a hand above the villain’s heart. They both felt it pounding far too clearly. This was not supposed to happen. There was a reason nobody was supposed to get close. 

The executive order states that, to the full extent allowed under federal law, state agencies will not deny services on the basis of citizenship or legal status, will not collect information beyond what is necessary to perform agency duties and will not use agency resources to assist with creation of a registry based on religion or apprehension of persons for civil immigration infractions.
— 

Governor Bae Inslee signed an executive order today, reiterating Washington’s commitment to the rights and protections of refugees and immigrants. 

[Image: Governor Inslee signing the EO. Via the Gov’s Office]

“This executive order makes clear that Washington will not be a willing participant in promoting or carrying out mean-spirited policies that break up families and compromise our national security and community safety,” Inslee said in his remarks. 

Washington has become an unlikely center in the conflict between xenophobic federal policies and actions and the state’s shared humanitarian values, as the first DREAMer to be detained and have his DACA protections revoked was a Seattle resident. 

The state has little power in many of these instances—see also: the airport standoff after the Trump administration’s Muslim ban—but this executive order makes clear that our elected officials will continue to do what they can to mitigate the impacts of the President’s whims. 

Read more about it and see the whole thing here. 

thehalcyoncalamity  asked:

a villain flirting with the hero 😏

1) “Oh, you’re so golden,” the villain purred. “All I can think is how good you’d look utterly wrecked. Dirtied up.”
The hero swallowed, eyes wide. 


2) “Are you going to put me in handcuffs? Tell me how bad I’ve been? Punish me to the full extent of the law?”
“Stop it.”
“Make me.”


3) “Look at you, all cute and righteous. I love this aesthetic you have going on.”
“I’m not righteous, I’m just right!”
“Of course, I’m still going to have to stop you. A pity really. The way you handled my men was exquisite, but all good things must end as they say. En garde then, hero?”


4) “You don’t have to do this, please,” the hero said. 
“Ah, but when would we ever spend time with each otherwise? I think I’d miss you too much.”
“You can’t be serious.” 
“You’ll never know.” 


5) “All this saving the world, you’re going to make me jealous.” 
“Maybe you should help me then so we can back to our regularly scheduled feuding.”
“Well, only because you’re pretty.” 

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Never forget the Sewol Tragedy. Today, New Yorkers (people from different states also gratefully attended) gathered for a protest against the South Korean President for her continual irresponsible behavior in regards to the Sewol tragedy. It’s unfortunate and upsetting that over 300 students died from this incident in April, yet those accountable have yet to be punished to the full extent of the law. Why was the president missing from her office for 7 hours at the time of the tragedy? Why were the captain and crew team rescued while the students were instructed to remain inside the sinking ferry? The families of the victims and a supportive public demand the enactment of the Sewol Special Law granting the power to investigate and to indict. 제발. 유가족들이 원하는 것을 빠른 시간내에 해주는게 이 안타까운 사건을 해결하는대 첫단계 아닌가.. 화가 나고 마음아프다..

Though She Be But Little (6/?)

Summary: A Modern AU Bucky x Reader fic where Bucky is the top employee at a private elite security firm called ‘The Asset’. He is recently hired to be the personal bodyguard to you, the reader. Or also known as Brock Rumlow’s wife.

Warnings: Possible sexual tension? Mentions and allusions to domestic violence. Tense hostage situations? 

A/N: 1 2 3 4 5

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Originally posted by seborstianstan

Chapter 6

The rest of the evening passed by a lot less awkward than I thought it’d be. But in all fairness, I did have quite a few years under my belt in handling these kind of situations, no matter how sad and disgraceful it is. I managed to pass off the rest of the evening as though nothing had happened. 

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Comfort- A Peter Parker Imagine


Anonymous Requested: Hey!! Could you do an imagine where the reader can “control” (she really can’t control it) the elements and one day she does something bad and people are after her then she runs into cap and he takes her in. She’s around peters age, and anyway she she meets Peter and they instantly hit it off. then one day she hurts someone else and Peter is there to comfort her? Thank you so much I love you❤️

Comfort

You just had to turn the news off; you were done with hearing your name on TV. The constant reminder of what you had done just kept creeping up on you, and you didn’t need the news stations to remind you even more of what happened. Because you could control the elements, you had used your powers and were irresponsible with it just once, but it cost you a lot. You had been moving the Earth, but the way it reacted with the tectonic plates had caused one of the worst earthquakes that New York City had seen in a long time. You continuously saw video of the cracked streets, the building you destroyed, and even the rescue missions.

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How Caity Lotz and Katrina Law accidently saved my life

So this is an extremely hard story for me to tell. Only one person has ever known the full extent of it although I’m sure Katrina Law had a kind-of-sort-of idea of what happened.

So I believe this was two days after the Arrow premiere had aired where they killed Sara off. And as many of you might know, I suffer from anxiety and depression. I was still struggling, feeling constantly triggered by all these thoughts that her fridging had brought about. I woke up that morning and as usual, I had a hard time forcing myself to get out of bed, with the depression bearing down. After visiting with one of my friends who helps me regularly work through anxious/depressive/panic symptoms, I got in the shower.

Things went downhill from there. I began to fall apart. I remember falling down at one point because I was crying so hard and I couldn’t breathe properly. After sometime, I managed to get out of the shower and was doing my best to try and calm down, but I just couldn’t. I still felt wildly out of control of my body and of my mind. I had become manic. At this point I was beginning to feel so worn down by the mania that I really felt like this was it. A minute later, I would do whatever it took to make sure I never breathed again. My eyes stinging, I remember verbally crying out to anyone for a sign that this was not the answer. And then, perhaps out of instinct or habit I checked my phone. My tumblr inbox had a new message. I opened it to find a message from my friend from earlier telling me to check out Caity & Katrina’s twitter. I did and you know what I found?

This picture:

By luck of the draw, Caity and Katrina had signed and posted a picture of the autograph/poster for me, specifically. The message I had asked for, weeks ago when I’d ordered it, read:

“Emilie,

KEEP fighting and NEVER give up!

One day at a time.

Love,

Nyssara xoxo”

I had been so out of control, so ready to be finished with it all, and after laying my eyes on this, my world just sort of stopped for a second. The hyperventilating stopped. The crying stopped. For what seemed like a long time, I just sat there, staring at the thing, the moment feeling completely unreal. And then I was smiling, and tears were streaming down my face again except this time from joy—from relief. This was not my time to die. That’s all I took from that moment. And to this day, I’m not really sure if it was just coincidence or a miracle or an unintentional sign from Caity Lotz and Katrina Law. All I know is that they saved my life. I never posted the full extent of what had happened on twitter or tumblr, but Katrina did know it had helped me overcome some manic depression as she FAV, RT, and then replied to the tweet with all the grace and kindness in the world.

When I later posted that my autograph/poster had come, Katrina again sent me a kind, lovely message. This is an experience I will never forget. And while I’m sure Caity and Katrina will never really know the extent of what they did for me, it doesn’t matter because they saved my life.

Thank you for listening to my story. It was not an easy one to tell, so yeah thanks. I encourage anyone who’s struggling out there to never give up and there is always things to look forward to no matter how dark and gloomy the world may seem to be.

With all the love in the world,

Em xoxo

phos4escent  asked:

So you think that if a woman was raped, she has to keep the baby, the reminder of a horrific event that happened in her life, be forced to support that baby that was produced out of force? Have fun explaining a logical response to your followers. 😊

You know I’ve answered questions about rape before, right? This isn’t something new.

Rape is horrible. It is a despicable crime, and it needs to be punished to the full extent of the law.

People who have been raped need compassion, support, and counseling. They will remember what happened to them for the rest of their lives, and they need support in order to heal from that trauma.

When someone becomes pregnant from rape, there are now two people involved, the woman and her child. That child is not responsible for the crimes committed by their biological father, and does not deserve to die. Killing that child violates the child’s rights and creates a second victim.

I think adoption can be a wonderful option for women who become pregnant after rape (although I have known people who choose to raise their child instead). It allows the mother to move forward with her life while allowing the child a chance to grow up in a safe and loving home.

We need to remember that the child is not the rapist, and having a rapist for a biological father does not make the child evil, inferior, “devil spawn”, or anything like that. This is a human being who has committed no crime.

It is possible to care for the woman who has been raped and to care for her child. That is our responsibility as a society, and it is one that the pro-life movement takes very seriously.

Separate Lives, Heart Ripper

You might remember this from the epilogue:

And he kept his promise, with one exception. Just one exception to finally close that chapter from his past that had haunted him for centuries. But it was done and dealt with and he was back at her side, ready for the next doctor’s appointment.

A couple of you asked about it… and yes, I’ve always planned to expand on that…. so here it is!

Enjoy!!

Heart Ripper

“Captain? There’s someone from Boston Police Department calling from you.”

Killian automatically sat upright on his office, his heart sinking.

“Aye, put it through…”

“Killian, it’s Tom Cavendish. First, congrats on the promotion.”

“Thanks Tom, how are things over there?”

“Not so good, I am afraid… I’m calling regarding that case you asked me to keep an eye on for you. There had been recent developments…”

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Thump

*THUMP*

He feels Janel tense, the arm she’d flung casually over his body thirty minutes before now clutching desperately at his ribs.

“Val…”

*THUMP*

Val…

“Yeah, baby, I know. I heard it too.”

*THUMP*

“Val, someone’s-”

“In the apartment. Yeah.” He tries to reach over the side of the bed for his pajama pants, but she’s holding onto him like a spider monkey, so he wraps his arm around her and pulls her onto his body so she’s lying directly on top of him, rolling them a little so he can reach his arm off the side of the bed.

*THUMP*

Her whispered voice is strained. “Val! You have to do something.”

She grabs on tighter and he resists the urge to tell her that he’s trying, but if she keeps tightening her arms around him like that, getting up is gonna be pretty fuckin’ hard to do.

He smoothes the hair back from her face and says, “J, I gotta get up.”

She nods and reluctantly pulls her arms from around his body, slipping out of bed and pulling on her pajamas. He pulls on his pajama pants then drops down to his knees next to the side of the bed, reaching under and pulling out the Louisville Slugger he put there three years ago that he’s never had a reason to use. Until now.

“What are you going to do?”

“What do you think I’m gonna do, Janel? I’m gonna hit him with a baseball bat. Hard.”

He starts to move toward their bedroom door and she says, “What am I supposed to do?”

*THUMP*

He turns his head in the direction of the sound briefly before he looks back at Janel. “Stay here. And don’t make a sound.”

When he sets his hand on the doorknob he feels her hand grasp his arm, her fingers digging into his bicep. “But what if it’s a serial killer? Or a rapist?”

"Then I’ll hit him harder. Bastard’s not comin’ anywhere near you, alright?”

She tugs on his arm. “But what if he does? What if he slips past you and somehow makes it into our bedroom without your knowledge?”

He turns and looks at her, and it’s pretty obvious that she’s really, really freaked out right now. And he wants to reassure her, wants to make her feel better, but he’s not sure how to do that and take care of the noise in the family room at the same time. Odds are, it’s not a serial killer or a rapist. It’s probably a burglar. And he’d tell her that if he thought it would do any good, but telling her it’s a burglar isn’t much better and it doesn’t really matter, ‘cause he can tell that any attempt at reasoning with her isn’t gonna work. Not right now.

So he looks around their room for anything hard and heavy, and when his eyes land on the statues on their dresser, he walks over and picks one of them up, holding it out to her. “Hide behind the door and hit him over the head.”

She gasps and crosses her arms over her chest. “No! Absolutely not! I refuse to wield my Mirror Ball Trophy as a weapon.”

He tries to stay calm, but shit…doesn’t she get it? “Why?”

“Because Valentin, as you well know, that award means a great deal to me. I worked very hard for it. And I refuse to taint my memories of that lovely night by using it to brain someone.”

Crazy fuckin’ woman. As if her life isn’t worth more than some stupid award.

He huffs out his frustration, sets the award back down on the top of the dresser, and holds out the bat to her. “Here. If he slips by me, hit him with this.”

She holds onto the bat tightly and looks at him wide-eyed. “But…what are you going to use?”

“I don’t know, J. I’ll figure it out, okay?” He starts to open the door but stops and looks back at her. She’s standing in the middle of their room gripping the bat so tightly she’s probably cutting off the circulation to her fingers, and she looks so damn tiny and scared. He whispers, “Stay here. Be careful. Smash anything that moves. Got it?”

She nods.

“Repeat it, Janel.”

She swallows. “Stay here. Be careful. Smash anything that moves.”

He gives her a kiss on the forehead then takes one last look at her before he slips through the door and into the dark hallway, shutting the bedroom door gently behind him.

He has no idea what he’s gonna use to protect himself now that Janel’s got the bat, and he admits he’s getting more and more nervous the closer he gets to the family room. At the speed he’s going, he’ll run out of real estate in about twenty seconds and last he recalled, there isn’t anything hanging around in their hallway that can really be used as a weapon. He could pull a picture off the wall, but he’d probably only get one good shot with that before the frame and the glass fall to pieces, and if that doesn’t knock the guy out, Val’s out a weapon and pretty much up shit creek.

He passes by the linen closet (towels and sheets and first aid stuff – no help there) but stops when he gets to the coat closet. If he’s lucky there might be something useful in there like a broom or their spare fire extinguisher, but at this point he’d take anything remotely hard or heavy. He opens the door slowly, hoping it doesn’t creak (‘cause it would just be his bad fuckin’ luck that the only door in the whole apartment that never squeaks would pick now to start), and rummages his hand around inside until his fingers collide with something hard.

A bottle of wine.

Not the most helpful weapon, but it’s hard and kinda heavy, so as long as it doesn’t shatter the first time it hits skull, it’s better than pulling that picture of Janel’s great-grandparents off the wall. Less likely to cause him to spend some quality time with the couch, too.

He holds the bottle upside down by the neck and inches quietly down the hall, pausing at the edge of the family room when he hears a grunt. He tries to make out the burglar/rapist/serial killer/douchebag, but the room is pitch black, so Val stands still for a few seconds, waiting for his eyes to adjust. A few more seconds go by before he hears another groan and sees a body shift on the floor near the sofa, and Val almost scratches his head ‘cause the guy’s just sorta laying there. Like, he kicks out a couple of times with his legs and his arms are trying pretty damn unsuccessfully to lift his body off the floor, but other than that, he’s not doing much.

So basically, this dude is like, the worst burglar/rapist/serial killer ever.

He’s still a douchebag, though.

Val lowers the bottle and walks over to the guy, switching on the lamp next to the sofa. When he looks down, Val rolls his eyes and swears under his breath, setting the wine bottle down on the end table.

Maks.

He is going to fuckin’ kill him.

“Dude…what the fuck are you doing breaking into my apartment at one in the morning?”

Maks tries to lift himself off the floor one more time but only manages to reach out and punch Val square on the left shin.

“Ow! Shit!” Val falls back on the arm of the couch, reaching down and rubbing his shin with his hand. “You fuckin’ asshole.”

“Don’t you hurt my Val!”

Janel comes running down the hallway and, just as Maks has managed to lift his upper body up, Janel brings the bat down on his back, sending him crashing back down to the floor.

He groans and Janel jumps up and down and says, “Oh! I got him! I got him! V, did you see that?”

“I did. Good job, baby. Even though you couldn’t follow a simple instruction and wait in our room.”

“Well, I couldn’t let him hurt you, could I?” She looks down at his shin and frowns in concern. “Are you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, fine.”

“We have to call the police.”

She hands him the bat and moves toward the phone and he stops her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back toward him. “No, don’t.”

“Why not?” She gestures down at the floor. “This…man…broke into our home. He deserves to be punished to the full extent of the law.”

"Did you look at ‘im?”

“Of course I did. Even though I was caught up in the emotion of the moment, I still had to know where to aim.”

He rolls his eyes. “Look closer.”

She looks down and it takes a few seconds, but Janel finally says, “Maks!” She looks back at Val and claps her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. “I hit Maks!”

“Yep. And he totally deserved it too.”

“How can you say that? He’s my friend and your brother.”

“He scared the shit out of you, J. And he punched me in the shin. Like I said, dude deserved it. ‘Sides…not like you hit him that hard.”

She sighs and looks down at Maks. “Well, clearly something is wrong if he’s lying on our floor at one in the morning. Drunk, no less.” She wrinkles her nose. “Has he told you his troubles?”

“Hasn’t said anything so far. Just groaned a bunch.”

Janel kneels down and pulls on Maks’ shoulder and leg until he flips over onto his back. He groans something that sounds like “Meryl”, so it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to figure out where this is going.

“Maksim…what about Meryl?”

“Hates me.”

Janel lays her hand on his shoulder and says, “Why would she hate you?”

But she can’t get anything out of him after that other than some mumbles that aren’t quite words and a few groans here and there, so she stops asking him questions and starts lecturing him, like she thinks he can hear her.

“Makism, while I’m not sure what happened between you and Meryl, judging by the severity of your drunkenness, I’d say it must have been something quite serious. And while I sympathize with your problems, this hardly seems the appropriate response to your situation.”

“Baby, you’re just wastin’ your breath.”

She sighs and frowns. “What do you suppose happened between them?”

“I don’t know, but whatever it was, I’m sure Meryl will call you in six hours or so to bitch about it.” He stands up off the arm of the couch. “C’mon…let’s go back to bed.”

“We can’t just leave him here in the middle of the floor.”

“Actually, that sounds like a pretty damn good idea to me.”

He takes her hand and starts pulling her toward their bedroom but she resists, pulling back on his hand to try to stop him. Just before she’s about to speak, Maks says, “Meryl hates me.”

Val lets go of her hand, groans, and sits back down on the arm of the couch. Shit. He was really hoping to go back to bed. But since his girl’s gonna want to be all sweet and nurturing and fix whatever shit is wrong with his stupid brother, he has a feeling that’s not gonna happen anytime soon.

Janel tucks her hair behind her ear and says, “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Nope.” He pops the P and opens his eyes, shifting his head to look at them. “Totally true. She thinks Imma bad, baaaaaaaaaaaaad boyfriend.”

“Now, why would she think that? Meryl loves you.”

“ ‘Cause she thinks I don’t wanna marry her.” Maks suddenly lifts his upper body up off the floor and grabs her on the upper arms, his eyes wide. “But ‘s not true, Janel. You hafta believe me.”

“Of course I believe you, Maks.”

“Yeah?” She nods and smiles at him and his whole body relaxes and leans into her, like it was just waiting for one person to confirm that he isn’t a complete nutbag.

His hands start climbing up her arms, toward her shoulders, using her body for leverage to lift himself a little further off the ground so he can sit and not fall over (he hasn’t seen Maks this drunk in a while). But his hands are getting a little too close to Janel’s tits for Val’s comfort so he says, “Hey! Брат (brother)! Hands off the merchandise.”

Seriously. Dude’s his brother, but that shit is non-negotiable.

Janel glares at him and purses her lips, but even as fucked up as he is, Maks still has the sense to take his hands off Val’s girl.

That’s right. Dude knows what’s up.

Val says, “So what’s the problem? If you wanna marry her, just ask her. Not like she’s gonna say no to you.”

Maks keeps his eyes on Janel and says, “I’ve tried!”

She says, “Have you?”

“Yeah! Or…sorta.” He groans and squeezes his eyes shut briefly. “I’ve come up with plans, you know? Lots and lots of…plans. But none of ‘em are good enough for Mer. She’s so…awesome.”

Janel smiles at him. “She is.”

"Right? She is. And she deserves the best proposal ever in the history of…ever. So I can’t ask her to marry me ‘til I come up with the most awesome plan ever and all o’ my plans are crap. They’re crap, Janny.”

"Maks, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay?”

His eyes go wide and he looks up at her full of hope, like she holds all the answers to the universe or something. “Kay.”

“Most girls don’t care how elaborate their proposal is. They just want to be proposed to by a man they love, who they can see themselves spending the rest of their lives with.”

“Really?”

“Really. Tell you what…why don’t you get a good night’s sleep, and when you wake up in the morning, I will make you a large breakfast and you and I will sort this all out and come up with the best proposal possible for Meryl. She won’t say no, I guarantee it.”

Maks lunges forward and wraps her in a hug, catching her off guard. “Thanks, Janny! You’re the best.”

“Well, it’s the least I can do after I hit you with Val’s bat.”

Maks pulls back and furrows his brow. “What?”

Val stands up off the couch and says, “Nothing. Alright, can you stand up or do you need help?”

“I think I got-” He tries to stand but his legs won’t hold him and he falls back down to his butt. “I don’t got this.”

“Yeah. Obviously.” Val rolls his eyes and pulls Maks up off the ground. He wobbles around for a bit and Val stands behind him with his hands out, but he eventually manages to keep himself standing. “You good now?”

“Yeah. Yeah…’m good.”

“Good, ‘cause once you start movin’, you’re on your own.”

“Yeah, no…’m good.”

He starts to make his way down the hallway to the guest bedroom and Janel says, “Don’t you think we should follow him? Make sure he doesn’t injure himself?”

Val snorts. “No. Dude broke into our apartment at one in the morning and, one more time…scared the shit out of you. He’s already gotten all the help I’m willin’ to give him tonight.”

“Val, he didn’t break in, he’s our family. I’m sure he just used a key.”

“What key? Our parents have our only spares. And you really think he would have gone all the way over there to get it just so he could come to our place to collapse in the middle of our floor?”

She gasps. “You’re right! But how on earth did he break in? We have an excellent security system.”

They do. Her parents insisted on paying for it themselves. No price is too high to make sure their precious star is safe in the big city. “I’ve been tryin’ to tell you for years, baby. Dude’s a fuckin’ sneaky.”

They hear a boom and a thud from the guest bedroom, followed by a strained, “Sorry!…Sorry!” and Janel sighs and goes to help him while Val looks around the room, trying to figure out how Maks got in. One of their windows is cracked, but only a little, which means drunk as he is, he still tried to close the window after he fell through it. That’s something at least. Doesn’t mean they won’t be havin’ words tomorrow, though.

(Seriously…all it would have taken was one damn text to let Val know he needed a place to crash for the night. One damn text that would’ve saved Janel a shitload of worry.)

When he makes it to the guest bedroom, Janel is pulling a blanket over Maks. She looks over at Val and smiles and he smiles back and waits for her to finish. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall across from the bedroom, watching as she brushes the hair back from Maks’ forehead and switches off the lamp next to the bed.

(And no, that doesn’t stir up any thoughts of Janel putting their future kids to bed, tucking them in and kissing them goodnight. None at all.)

When she closes the door behind her gently, he says, “So…if most girls don’t care how elaborate their proposal is, does that mean I didn’t have to organize that flash mob in Central Park?”

She smiles and pats his chest with her left hand and before she can pull it away, he brings his hand up to cover it, fingers slotting between hers. She rises to the tips of her toes and leans in to kiss him.

“I said most girls, Valentin. Most girls.”

huffingtonpost.com
Department of Justice announces expanded rights for same-sex couples

Federal government lawyers must extend to same-sex couples “full and equal recognition, to the greatest extent possible under the law,” according to a recent memo from the Department of Justice.

Or, in other words: In all matters of federal justice, married same-sex couples must be treated the same way as married different-sex couples.

The immediate effects of the memo include recognizing that couples in same-sex marriages have the right to decline to give testimony in a civil or criminal case that might violate their marital privilege; that same-sex couples can file for bankruptcy jointly, and that federal inmates in same-sex marriages can be visited by their spouses and receive all other benefits afforded to opposite-sex couples. …

The decision also means that same-sex couples will be recognized equally in programs administered by the DOJ, including the Radiation Exposure Compensation Program, the September 11th Victim Compensation Fund, and the Public Safety Officers’ Benefits Program. That means the spouses of all law enforcement officers and firefighters are entitled to benefits in the event of death or severe injury in the line of duty.

Huge, huge news. This is a big step forward. 

anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts on the cologne new year's eve incident? i'm surprised i saw hardly anything about it on tumblr because dozens of women were abused.

I’m kind of surprised, but also kind of not, tumblr is really US-centric

anyway, before anyone accuses me of MUH LÜGENPRESSE, I haven’t posted much because I’m moving and I was trying to wait until the full story gets out (don’t worry, anon, I’m not accusing you of being like that!)

Basically, what I’ve heard as of this post is that what we know us that the guys involved on the attacks looked middle eastern/north african, worked in very organized gangs, and the basic theory is that this was probably mostly already-established and well-organized petty crime gangs, possibly with some newcomers who were refugees.

Regardless of who is they are or where they are from, I absolutely believe that the perps should be tracked down and get their asses kicked to the full extent of the law, full stop. And the message should be made absolutely clear to everyone in Germany, no matter nationality, that this behavior will NOT be tolerated, and will get your ass kicked, regardless of how tragic your life is. PUNKT, non-negotiable.

That having been said, I’m also beyond pissed off that the PEGIDA/AfD/etc fuckers, who normally don’t give a single hot scheiß about women and often happily dismiss women who try to talk about harassment/sexism (Alternativ für Deutschland made a huge show of not liking feminism) suddenly turn into Andrea motherfucking Dworkin now that we can turn the narrative into “wicked brown men despoiling our white women.”

I don’t know what the solution is for this, anon, especially because I still don’t know who’s who in the perps. The fact that is was so organized definitely implies that this wasn’t just a bunch of guys sitting around at the flüchtlingsheim saying “hey, whaddya wanna do for new year’s?” And I absolutely do NOT want refugees to get thrown under the bus and tarred with the usual racist narrative of wicked brown/black men violently lusting after white women.

On the other hand, I will also not accept women (of any race) getting thrown under the bus, either. We need to find some sort of solution that protects everyone who is in danger, both women and refugees, bit what’s really horrible aboy this is that the current political shitstorm does not allow any such way to develop this needed solution

SATANIC CULT KILLER?

Admitted murderess Miranda Barbour has claimed in an interview with reporter Francis Scarcella that she has killed over 22 people as well as stating that she belonged to a “satanic cult” in Alaska when she was 13 years old. Her husband Elytte Barbour has apparently told police that the couple killed one person in Pennsylvania whom they lured via advertising on Craigslist, and had failed in attempts to kill others. He has as of this point neither confirmed nor denied his wife’s statements. This situation is currently under investigation.

Some basic points for the curious: The Church of Satan is not a cult. We are an above-ground, legally incorporated religious organization and we only allow membership to those who are legal adults. We are atheists, not devil worshippers. We do not support the practice of human or animal sacrifice. We have no record of any contact whatsoever with this couple. Our philosophy embraces a social contract wherein law and order are both upheld. We hold that the punishment should fit in kind and degree the crime. We do not condone murder, nor do the actions of this couple in any way reflect the philosophy of adherents of the Church of Satan. Since our founding in 1966 we have served as consultants for law enforcement and we do not hesitate to notify them of situations that come to our attention indicating potential dangerous activity.

Northeastern University criminologist Jack Levin for CNN analyzed these claims to serial killing on such a large scale and found them implausible, based on current understanding of the behavior of such murderers. I consider his thoughts to be persuasive. It is worth remembering that Henry Lee Lucas, who was arrested in 1983, had similarly claimed to be a member of a cult and at times asserted he was responsible for killing hundreds and later thousands of victims. Apparently he was for a time a member of a Christian commune. These inflated claims as well as the existence of the cult were determined to be falsehoods. 

Having been a representative of the Church of Satan through “The Satanic Panic” of the mid 80s-90s, I am well aware of the popular myth of the existence of “satanic cults” who ritually abuse people via acts of torture and murder. While leading journalists back then promoted this hysteria, when rigorous analysis—particularly by agents of law enforcement—was brought to bear, these claims proved untrue. Today, law enforcement is much more organized, particularly post 9/11, and I find it difficult to believe that a “killer cult” of any sort could be in operation before being noticed and their murderous members captured and prosecuted. 

There have been isolated instances of small groups of people dabbling in devil worship who have committed murder. These cases often involved the use of illegal drugs as well as cobbled-together religious ideas that come primarily from horror films, video games or the literature produced by evangelical Christians. Their belief in Satan is a Christian one, seeing him as a real being demanding chaos, sacrifice and murder as forms of worship. The Church of Satan has never held that view as we consider both God and Satan to be fictional. Satan serves us as a symbol of pride, liberty and individualism, much as he has for creative individuals such as Milton, Byron and Carducci. Mark Twain, a sharp observer of the human animal, also used Satan in this manner in his more controversial works.

If you have ever seen films like BADLANDS (1973) or NATURAL BORN KILLERS (1994), which explore the motivations of couples who are “thrill killers,” you’ll note that the concept of a couple committing murders primarily for personal excitement and gaining attention has been out there for some time. There are quite a number of documented incidents of similar behavior and it is disturbing that certain individuals may decide to murder others as a means for entertainment. Psychologists continue to study this aberration and may in time uncover more about what motivates such reprehensible behavior. Whether the Barbour’s actually have committed one or many murders is yet to be determined, but there is ample material out there upon which such a story could be based.

It should come as no surprise that Satan has once again been chosen as a scapegoat, since criminals often seek to blame others for their actions and The Devil has historically been named as inspiring many acts deemed to be evil. However, we think it is crucial to understand that the philosophy of Satanism as codified by Anton LaVey is one that condemns murder and advocates that the perpetrators should be punished to the full extent of the law.

I have confidence that law enforcement will uncover the truth about this situation and I trust that the guilty will be punished for their heinous deeds

—Magus Peter H. Gilmore

I think what happened to Freddie Gray is disgusting, and should be investigated, and the officer(s) responsible should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

But regardless of racial issues in our system right now, these riots are NOT the answer, and people need to stop fucking demonizing the officers out there now trying to protect innocent civilians and citizens from all this violence attacking the city. I fully hear the pain and the message behind this, but this is not the fucking way to change something.

This is not protesting. This is rioting, and looting, and creating more violence that simply gives those participating a bad image. Be the change to see the change.

Peaceful protesting takes longer, but THAT is how you successfully change things. This is not.

anonymous asked:

You do know a terrorist is someone who kills for politics right? That guy doesn't like black people and killed them but that doesn't make him a terrorist, just a racist asshole who needs to be punished to the full extent of the law

Literally already had this argument nine times over

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I REALLY hope that her parents are persecuted to the full extent the law can throw at them. Abusing and neglecting a child doesn’t just come in punches and starvation, this abuse is the same, and should be treated as such. I hope this sets a case precedence. You cannot drug your child into being cis, you can not fire and brimstone preach them into being cis, you cannot push a beautiful human to suicide because she does not fit your box. You do not own your child’s soul to do as you see fit. fix society.