horrific crimes

The Museum of Death in Hollywood. This stomach-churning homage to murder, dismemberment, and rigor mortis houses a collection of serial killer artwork, photos of horrific accidents and famous crime scenes, and the guillotine-severed head of the murderous Bluebeard of Paris.

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📺  Nineteen Eighty-Four - Our characters live in a world where their every move and every thought is watched by the government. Informants and spies known as the Thought Police are everywhere, and dissenters are taken to the horrifying Room 101. There is no escape. You can only survive.

🔥 Fahrenheit 451 - Our characters live in a world where books are banned, and those who are not “normal” seem to vanish. Any books found will be burned by the “firemen”, armed with gasoline and flamethrowers, and dissenters are tracked down by the fearsome mechanical Hound.

🍊 A Clockwork Orange - Our characters live in a world where young people form oddly-dressed gangs and engage in horrific violence, committing crimes unhindered by adults. 

👩 The Handmaid’s Tale - Our characters live in a world where a religious military dictatorship has been enforced. Fertile women are forced to become Handmaids, and made to conceive for the continuation of the dying human race. They are forbidden from reading and conversation in this world is strictly controlled by a set script. Spies known as Eyes are everywhere, and those who do not conform are sent to die in the irradiated Colonies.

🛒 The Road - Our characters live in a world where an apocalypse event has occurred, barely anyone is left alive, and the environment around them is barren and bleak. Their only hope is travelling to a location they hope still exists. Everyone and everything is a threat, and they must scavenge what they can to survive.

🏃 The Running Man - Our characters live in a world where a totalitarian society has taken over, and a violent game show known as The Running Man exists. A contestant is declared an enemy of the state, and given a 12-hour head start before the Hunters, an elite team of hitmen, are sent to kill them. They can travel anywhere in the world, but viewers earn money for revealing their whereabouts. They earn $100 for every hour they stay alive, extra for killing law enforcement or Hunters, and win a grand prize of $1 billion for surviving for 30 days. Nobody has ever won it.

💭 The Chrysalids - Our characters live in a world where people who are “different” are branded as “blasphemies” and killed without mercy. Any visible variation in genetics can be grounds for being eliminated. However, some have an invisible mutation - they have telepathic abilities.

❌ Harrison Bergeron - Our characters live in a world where everyone is expected to be perfectly equal. People are given “handicaps”. Strong people are made to wear heavy weights. Beautiful people must wear masks. Intelligent people must wear ear radios, which play sounds to stop one’s thoughts. Everyone is equal, but at what cost?


A timeline of terrible events broadcast on Facebook Live — and why Facebook can’t stop it

  • Facebook Live is turning into a digital diary of graphic, violent activity. The livestreaming service has a dark side: footage of rapes, torture and suicide are being broadcast on the platform with relative frequency.
  • The most recent discussion about Facebook Live and livestream regulations resurfaced after a man named Steve Stephens shot and killed a 74-year-old named Robert Godwin Sr. on Sunday in Cleveland, Ohio.
  • “This is a horrific crime and we do not allow this kind of content on Facebook,” a Facebook spokesperson said. “We work hard to keep a safe environment on Facebook and are in touch with law enforcement in emergencies when there are direct threats to physical safety.”
  • But can Facebook Live do anything to stop disturbing content? Read more (4/17/17)

For information about suicide prevention or to speak with someone confidentially, contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1 (800) 273-8255 or the Crisis Text Line at 741-741. Both provide free, anonymous support 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

It’s here, it’s here, it’s finally here!! I am so excited and proud to announce that the release of the “Love is Love” graphic novel is tomorrow, 12/28, and we have plenty at the Gamer’s Gambit!

The graphic novel was created through the joint efforts of IDW Publishing and DC Comics in order to support the survivors and honor the victims of the Pulse Nightclub shooting that happened earlier this year. Containing stories by multiple artists and writers such as Jim Lee, Gail Simone, Patton Oswald, and many more, the graphic novel is a collection of stories and reactions that were felt across the world as the news of this horrific hate crime broke.

I had to hold back tears as I flipped through this book; on one hand we see the reactions from characters as they watch the news unfold about the attack on the LGBT community. We see the sadness, the anger, the confusion as to how one human being could twist themselves around such hatred and let it consume them. And then, through other pages, we are treated to vibrant and beautiful colours featuring couples finding strength, family members accepting those who take a brave step and come out to them, a resurgence of love that refuses to simply break down and let anger taint everything. We see the faces of heroes and villains we know and love–Harley and Ivy, Batman, Batwoman, the Lantern Corps–reach out to help us find the power we’ve always had inside us. The power to push back.
The power to love and keep loving.

All proceeds from “Love is Love” will go to the families of the victims and the survivors via Equality Florida.

To quote a page of “Love is Love” that resonates with me personally:
“Keep creating your art. Tell your stories and celebrate life. Because that’s how we beat this thing…”


The USA is not a Moral Authority

I’m sick of this nonsense about the U.S. being a moral authority. At no point in its history has the U.S. been a beacon of morality:

  • Not when committing genocide against the Native Americans.
  • Not when passing out smallpox blankets and liquor to Native Americans.
  • Not when forcibly performing experiments on Black slaves.
  • Not during the Tuskegee Experiment.
  • Not when stealing Puerto Rico.
  • Not when performing forced sterilizations on unknowing women of color.
  • Not when stealing Texas, Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, Utah, and California from Mexico.
  • Not when enslaving, selling, raping, murdering, and torturing Africans.
  • Not when it had Jim Crow.
  • Not during the Civil Rights Movement.
  • Not when it was dropping bombs on Nagasaki and Hiroshima.
  • Not when it had Japanese internment camps (WWII), into which they forced American citizens.
  • Not when it engaged in an illegal war with Vietnam and committed MANY horrific war crimes (My Lai Massacre; Agent Orange).
  • Not when it assassinated–or helped bring about the assassinations of–Patrice Lumumba, Malcolm X, MLK, Fred Hampton, and many more.
  • Not when it put drugs and guns into Black communities.
  • Not when it instituted racist drug laws.
  • Not when creating racist organizations to sabotage Civil Rights movements (COINTELPRO).
  • Not during the terrorist acts against “Black Wallstreet” in 1921 (Tulsa race riot).
  • Not when lynchings of Black people were sources of entertainment for racist monsters.
  • Not when it invaded the wrong country (Iraq) under false pretenses.
  • Not when it has the highest prison population in the world.
  • Not when has a culture that promotes rape.
  • Not when people can be murdered on camera and the murderer go free (Eric Garner murdered with illegal chokehold).
  • Not when Native American populations have been decimated, and many of the ones left continue to suffer on reservations.
  • Not when using drones to kill innocent Pakistani, Yemeni, and even American civilians.
  • Not when torturing people with water-boarding, rectal feeding/rehydration, and force-feeding people through tubes shoved down their nasal passages.
  • Not while continuing to keep Guantanamo Bay open, holding more than 130 people prisoner.

The U.S. has long lauded itself as THE moral authority, but it is a nation founded on hypocrisy and irony, genocide and slavery, rape and torture, theft and corruption. The United States of AmeriKKKa is one of the most immoral and unjust nations in the world… Possibly the worst, on the basis of its hypocrisy. 

benjaminikuta  asked:

What effect does punching Richard Spencer have? Please cite reliable sources.

It denies fascism a platform to legitimacy. 

Transcription of an interview with Mark Bray from WNYC’s On the Media – Feb. 10, 2017

Brooke: But not just that, right? Antifa is fundamentally against the right of fascists to speak and be heard.

Mark: That’s entirely correct. So, in your open you mentioned the popular slogan that liberals have adopted from Voltaire that, “I may disagree with what you have to say but I will defend to the death your right to say it.” Anti-fascists fundamentally disagree with that premise. They argue that, given the horrors of Auschwitz and Treblinka, the destruction that Nazis have caused, that fascists, white supremacists shouldn’t be granted the right to express their ideas in public, in part because, they argue, had that been done earlier in the 1920s, the 1930s, we might have been able to bypass what ended up happening.

Brooke: I get that as a tactic, but I’m still not sure how the philosophy of anti-fascism squares with the liberal values of free speech and open dialogue, and I guess it doesn’t.

Mark: To some extent, it doesn’t. The question is: if we want to prevent something along the lines of what happened in the 1930s and 40s from happening again, how do we do it? And the liberal prescription for doing it is, essentially, free and open debate and dialogue, and if Nazis do something illegal then hopefully the police will stop them. Anti-fascists recognize that in the 1930s, 1940s, the police supported fascism. The fascists didn’t actually stage a revolution to come to power; they worked within the political system. And all the reasonable dialogue and debate that one could muster did not do the job. The argument is that, if we want such a horrific crime to not reoccur, it needs to be nipped in the bud.”

For Antifa, No Platform for Fascism | Abolition Journal


Photographs of serial killer Leonard Lake’s remote ranch in Calaveras county, California, where he settled after skipping bail for a firearms violation . It was here that him and his partner in crime, Charles Ng, would take the people that they abducted, and where they would torture, sexually assault, rape and murder them.

It was on the grounds of this ranch that police managed to exhume 12 bodies, which consisted of at least two whole families. The women of these families had been tortured and sexually assaulted before their murders, while their husbands and children had been disposed of immediately. The police also found bodies of men that the pair had lured to the ranch and robbed, before murdering them.

Leonard Lake never faced a trial for these horrific crimes as he completed suicide shortly after he was apprehended, biting down on a cyanide pill that he brought with him to the police station.


On January 15, 1947, Betty Bersinger and her three-year-old daughter left their home on Norton Avenue in the Leimert Park section of Los Angeles to visit a shoe repair shop.  Looking across a vacant lot, Bersinger glimpsed what at first appeared to be a department store mannequin hidden in the weeds.  Upon closer inspection, she let out a piercing scream: the nude body of a woman, severed in half and horribly mutilated, lay in the brush.

Police who arrived upon the scene observed that the body seemed to have been posed, lying on its back with arms raised over the shoulders and legs spread in an obscene parody of seductiveness.  It had been halved at the waist and completely drained of blood.  Cuts and bruises covered the skin, portions of which had been removed from the breasts and thigh.  Ligature marks on the wrists, ankles, and neck gave the impression that the woman had been bound and tortured for possibly several days.  The most horrific detail of the crime scene, however, was that the mouth had been slashed to give the corpse a “permanent smile.”  

An autopsy report determined the cause of death as hemorrhage and shock due to concussion of the brain and lacerations of the face.  Fingerprints revealed the victim as Elizabeth Short, a 22-year-old woman originally from Massachusetts.  Media quickly pounced on the gruesome nature of the crime, latching onto information that Short was an aspiring actress to weave a tale of Hollywood dreams gone tragically wrong.  Newspapers dubbed her the “Black Dahlia,"a nickname given to her by those who knew her inspired by the title of the Veronica Lake film “The Blue Dahlia” and her preference for black clothing.  But who was Elizabeth Short, really?

Elizabeth, or “Beth” as she preferred to be called, was born on July 29, 1924 to Cleo and Phoebe Short in Hyde Park, Massachusetts.  Shortly after her birth, the family moved to Medford, a town a few miles outside Boston, where Cleo Short initially found success designing miniature golf courses.  Within a few years, unfortunately, the Depression landed him in hard times.  In 1929, he made the decision to abandon his family and fake suicide, leaving his car near a bridge to give the idea that he’d jumped into the river below.  Phoebe Short was then left to deal with bankruptcy and raising their five daughters all by herself.  One day, she received a letter from her husband, now living in California, apologizing and begging to be allowed back into the family.  Disgusted by her husband’s cowardly actions, Phoebe Short coolly rebuffed him.

Mrs. Short’s daughter Elizabeth, however, eagerly let her father back into her life once she discovered that he was alive.  She grew up to be a pretty and alluring girl with a passion for movies, which were her family’s main source of entertainment.  Troubled by problems with asthma and bronchitis, she was sent at sixteen to Miami, Florida to live out the winter months each year for three years.  By the age of 19, Short had decided that she wanted to become an actress and fully immersed herself in a persona of glamour, hennaing her mousy brown curls black, painting her lips siren red, and wearing lace and high heels.  Her father invited her to come live with him in Vallejo, California, and she accepted.  Within a few months of her arrival, however, the relations between she and her father became strained due to what he perceived as her laziness and irresponsible dating habits.  She was soon cast out and left to fend for herself.  Short eventually found a home with a girlfriend in Santa Barbara.  There, she and a group of friends were arrested for getting rowdy in a restaurant.  She was booked and fingerprinted for underage drinking, but never charged, and a kind policewoman arranged for her to return to Massachusetts.  

After some time at home, Short became restless, and was soon back in California: Los Angeles, where she met pilot Lieutenant Gordon Fickling.  The two fell in love, but the romance was cut short when Fickling was shipped out to Europe for the war.  Discouraged, Short went to live with relatives in Miami, where she fell in love again with pilot Major Matthew Michael Gordon, Jr.  Gordon was deployed to India and proposed to Short in a letter that he wrote while recovering from injuries sustained in a plane crash.  Tragically, Gordon died in a second airplane crash on August 10, 1945, leaving the young woman devastated.

After a period of mourning, Short began contacting her old Hollywood friends, one of whom was Gordon Fickling.  The two briefly rekindled their relationship in Long Beach.  However, Short’s lust for Hollywood got the better of her again, and she returned to California, where she worked various odd jobs and used her looks to gain free dinners and drinks, dreaming of becoming an actress despite no film prospects.  She quickly resumed her old behavior of staying out all night and hooking up with various men, one of whom was salesman Robert “Red” Manley.  On January 8, 1947, the two shared a hotel room.  The next day, Manley drove Short to the Biltmore Hotel in Hollywood, where she had arranged to meet her sister.  As Manley had an appointment at the home of his employer at 6:30, he did not wait for the sister to arrive.  Elizabeth Short was making phone calls in the hotel lobby when he left.  He, along with the hotel employees, was the last person to see her alive.

Speed Bumps (Peter Maximoff x reader)

Fluff overload yo. This is only sweet because I ate an huge amount of love hearts whilst writing this.

Let me know if you have requests, feedback or want to be added to the tag list!

ALSO Huge thanks to the absolutely amazing @steverogershield for beta-ing this. (is that what you call it?) I’m eternally grateful to Enna! Follow her for amazing imagines! AND thank you’s are in order to @denialanderror who had a read beforehand and convinced me to post this!

Characters - Peter Maximoff x reader and Charles Xavier

Warnings - itsy bitsy gory 


That was one word to describe Peter Maximoff and also one of the only fitting ones, besides fast bitch and pain in the ass. You didn’t really know how you fell in love with him. It might’ve been his charming looks. Or, if those failed him, which they absolutely didn’t, it could certainly be his amazing silver hair or taste in the best music to ever exist. All you really knew was that you fell hard and fast (HA!).

After a few years of dating, Peter proposed to you with a gummy ring (the Haribo one), while you were eating Twinkie’s under the stars. No joke. Well, that ring didn’t last very long because you ate it within three minutes of his proposal because you were hungry. Peter did, however, get you a proper engagement ring, which he had actually bought. It was probably the only thing Peter hadn’t stolen, besides you. Or had he stolen you and your heart? You really didn’t know.

Time had now sped like lightening and before you knew it, you were married to him. You always laughed when you replayed the memory of him speeding around the venue and scaring the shit out of the guests, even the people who were used to his antics. But for once, everyone bore with him, because after all, he was marrying the love of life and he couldn’t control his excitement. Peter might be a man, but inside, he was the most childish kid you ever had the fortune of meeting.

Everyone knew Peter could be a handful, but to him, you were worse.


Because you could stop time. That’s it.

He never stopped moving, not until you came around. You were his weakness. Time manipulation stopped the speeding boy in his tracks on more than one occasion. You cherished an entire album full of photos, all of them endearing and slightly embarrassing pictures of Peter completely frozen while the rest of the world moved around him. Word spread, and eventually even the youngest of the students were posing him with props and giggling at the faces he made.

It was without doubt that you two were the power couple of the mansion (sorry Charles and Erik). You two were also the worst company to be around. No one would think Peter and you were in your early thirties, the way you guys behaved, pranking everybody and everything under the sun.

But what you loved most was that you could get Peter to slow down. He wanted to savour every single minute of his life he spent with you and that led to him always hitting the brakes. Peter loved you more than video games and that was actually saying something. To your dismay or delight, you didn’t know which, the whole mansion started calling you a speed bump, because you always made Peter come to a halt and want to spend as much time in the, in his opinion, slow world.


“(Y/N)….” Peter pleaded as you shook your head no. Your husband of three years wanted to go to the funfair that had just opened a few miles away. Usually, you would’ve jumped at the chance to go, but right now you didn’t really feel like it. A few weeks ago, you found out that you were pregnant and you didn’t want to risk anything by going on the rides. You wanted to surprise Peter, but you weren’t that creative, so you didn’t really have any ideas how.

Up until now.

You remembered that you’d been there before, getting to know the place and making a few friends in the process. Peter loved it, following a rigid schedule, trying to fit as many activities in as possible. You knew he’d be there, at the end of the night, like always. It would be the perfect place to surprise him.  

“Okay, I’ll go, but don’t make me go on any rides or I’ll leave without you.” Of course you didn’t mean that threat. Well, maybe a little, as Peter could get back to the mansion within seconds. Peter was absolutely overjoyed that you decided to come, because even though he could’ve gone without you, he didn’t want to. He wanted his precious wife by his side.

“C'mon sweetheart. You get the car ready and I’ll see you down in 10 minutes alright?” Peter came to a halt before you as you said these words and softly pressed his lips against yours. He placed his hands on the sides of your waist and smiled at you fondly when he pulled away, his forehead against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

At that moment, the professor wheeled into the room and looked at you both. He smiled slightly, before clearing his throat, which caused you and Peter to break apart from your embrace.

“(Y/N), I need to ask you something. In private.” He added, glancing towards Peter with what could only be described as the most mischievous smile you had ever seen. You nodded and told your husband you would be down in 10 minutes. Peter quickly kissed you on the forehead and sped off.

“What is it Charles? Is something wrong?” Charles had never been upset with you and even though he looked anything but angry you were still worried. You didn’t want to get in the bad books of Professor X. He had been your mentor for so long and had helped you in so many ways. 

Charles chuckled and shook his head. He motioned for you to sit down and took a deep breath, before saying: “Does Peter know yet?” You looked up at the telepath, who was grinning from ear to ear and a confused look came over your face.

“How did you know?” Charles had promised you never to look into your mind without permission, so you didn’t understand how the hell he knew you were expecting. “Well,” Charles began, looking at you rather guiltily, “I can already feel the baby’s mind in my head and you didn’t exactly say I can’t read it.”

You looked at Charles with a face that said one thing: I’ll get you back for this. However, Charles turned your (fake) frown into a smile by asking again when you were going to tell Peter about your pregnancy.

“I’m going to surprise him tonight at the funfair.” You told the professor this without giving him any extra details. He, in return, gave you a huge smile and a small pat on the back. With this, Charles exited the room.

Shaking your head and smiling slightly, you quickly changed into comfortable clothes and slipped on your flat shoes. You would, after all, be at the fair for at least three hours. You picked up your phone and dialled a number. Time to put the plan into action.


The sky was slowly turning dark as you and Peter walked through the funfair. The crowds were thinning and slowly, but surely, the funfair was closing. A few rides had already closed. Rides that Peter went on. Without you of course. He initially didn’t want to go on them without you, but you forced him to. Just because being pregnant kept you from going on the attractions, didn’t mean that you would stop Peter from having fun.

Here it was. The illuminated lights welcomed you, and a few strays, inside, standing tall as one of the last few places open. It was late, as most things were already packed up and left to sleep. The decorations here were strange, always changing, and this time a lot creepier than you remembered. Tugging on Peters sleeve, you walked through the entrance, turning your backs to the rest of the fair.  

You had arrived at the Haunted House.


Kruegers Kraziness Horror House, or simply KKHH, wasn’t your typical haunted house. It wasn’t a bunch of skeletons jumping out and scaring people. Kruegers Kraziness was a perfect name for this attraction, because it was plain gory. There were dismembered and beheaded people lying around that looked oh so real. There were real bats used in this haunted house and this had caused people to run out screaming many a time. It was your favourite place to visit when the funfair came in town.

You and Peter walked through the winding halls, trying to find your way. KKHH definitely looked different from the last time. The dim lighting didn’t help and the two of you constantly stumbled over the (fake) limbs lying around. After a few scares from grotesque zombies and Peter screaming in a high pitched voice, you arrived at the best place of all.

The High Court of Injustice.

The High Court of Injustice was one of Kreugers greatest attractions. Bloodied and beheaded bodies compacted into a room, the innocent called to the stand for horrific crimes, sentenced to even worse punishments. Behind a curtain, a familiar face winked, easing the small worry that set in your chest. Not long now.


“You there!” Your significant other jumped up when he heard the banshee like voice of the judge who no one saw come in. The judge was pointing at Peter, who didn’t know whether he should look scared or happy. Peter had never been called out to sit in the tribune, but now he was having second thoughts. You nudged your husband and he looked at you before gulping and going up the rickety stairs. He went and sat down in a chair and awaited his punishment for god knows what.

The judge started accusing Peter of countless charges, some not too far off from the petty crimes he’d actually committed, though promised to leave in his past. The utter shock washing across his face was enough to make you laugh, luckily camouflaged under the judges voice.

“I declare you guilty for all these crimes and..” Peter was actually shaking now. How did the judge know that he’d actually stolen these things? He looked over at you, but you looked as shocked as him. Good thing you were a good actor.

“I sentence you to the eternal doom of fatherhood. Go through the tunnel where you shall await your punishment.” Peter was now more surprised as he slowly stood up and walked towards the tunnel, trying to process what the judge said. He glanced over to where you were supposed to be, but you were nowhere to be seen. A zombie pushed Peter into the tunnel, where he would get ‘punished’.


You stood at the end of the tunnel, waiting. “Punishments” varied, some going so far it almost felt real, all of them taking more than a few minutes. Those sentenced to beheading swore they felt a burning sensation on their neck. A head -their head- would fall from the ceiling, lights would flash, everything felt a little too real for comfort. The fear was what mattered most. The fear was what drew people here, and what made the creators turn them away. The gore was considered too much for anyone under eighteen.  

In the meantime, Peter tiptoed through the tunnel, which was even more bloody than the actual haunted house itself. Organs were spilling out of the bodies scattered everywhere. He shuddered before spotting a faint light. He ran towards it, wanting to get out of the nightmarish place as soon as possible.


Peter didn’t know what he had been expecting at the end of the tunnel, but it wasn’t this. Yellow balloons were scattered around everywhere (with Pennywise standing behind them obviously) with the occasional baby bottles on the cupboards and in people’s hands, and there you were, standing in the middle of the commotion, with one of your friends, who was dressed as a vampire. The both of you laughed when you saw Peters flabbergasted expression which turned to an amused one within a minute or two.

“What’s all this (y/n)?” You were now sweating profusely and looked around for someone to help you tell Peter, but there was suddenly no one left except the two of you.

“Well, you see- ermm…” You mentally slapped yourself. You had rehearsed how to tell him so many times but now you we’re struggling to form full sentences. Peter noticed your tense expression and gently grabbed your arms and wrapped them around his torso, pulling you in for a hug.

“You can tell me anything (y/n), you know that.” Peter murmured into your hair, whilst gently rubbing his hands up and down your back. At this gesture, you leaned into his touch even more. This was bliss. Man, you were going to have a love/hate relationship with your not-yet swollen stomach, which would probably become a barrier whilst hugging Peter so closely like you were now.

You looked up at Peter and he held your gaze. His eyes were full of nothing but love for you and you felt at ease. You just had to gather up your courage to tell him slowly or you could tell him quickly and be done with it. Of course, because of your awkwardness, you did the latter.

“Wha-, what did you just say?” A small smile crept up on Peters lips. He barely caught the words, but he hoped to the heavens you said what he thought you said.

“I’m pregnant okay? We’re having a baby.” You let out a deep breath. It was out and the burden rolled off your shoulders. You looked at Peter carefully, awaiting his reaction. Your initial worries washed away as you saw the joy on his face. He pulled you in for a huge hug as you heard clapping all around you. All the people who worked at KKHH were cheering and coming up to congratulate you and Peter.


After around 15 minutes, you both were standing outside of the gates of the funfair, hand in hand. Peter turned to you and smiled. There weren’t words to describe how happy he was. So all he said was: “I love you.”

You smiled slightly and gently pressed your lips against his. Peter held you close to him and you only broke apart once you needed to breathe. Peter smiled at you fondly as you said: “You mean you love us both. The baby and me. Plural.” Your husband chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

“Yup. I love you both. You’re my little speed bumps.”

“Peter!” You laughed as you both started walking into the darkness, towards a new life. You, Peter and the baby.

Need me a haunted house like KKHH. I love haunted houses. If you don’t like this blame Enna, not me :) no okay I can’t do that to Enna just blame me

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January 27th 1945: Liberation of Auschwitz

On this day in 1945, the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp in Poland was liberated by the Soviet Red Army. One of the most notorious camps of Nazi Germany, Jews and others persecuted by the Nazi regime were sent to Auschwitz from 1940 onwards. During its years in operation, over one million people died in Auschwitz, either from murder in the gas chambers or due to starvation and disease. As the war drew to a close and the Nazis steadily lost ground to the Allied forces, they began evacuating the camps and destroying evidence of the war crimes and crimes against humanity committed there. The leader of the SS, Heinrich Himmler, ordered the evacuation of the remaining prisoners at the camp as the Soviet Red Army closed in on the area. Nearly 60,000 prisoners from Auschwitz were forced on a march toward Wodzisław Śląski (Loslau) where they would be sent to other camps; some 20,000 ended up in the Bergen-Belsen camp in Germany. However, thousands died during the evacuation on the grueling marches, leading to them being called ‘death marches’. 7,500 weak and sick prisoners remained in Auschwitz, and they were liberated by the 322nd Rifle Division of the Soviet Red Army on January 27th 1945. Auschwitz remains one of the most powerful symbols of the Holocaust and the horrific crimes committed by the Nazi regime against Jews and numerous other groups.

anonymous asked:

So, seeing a lot of posts lately about cultural appropriation and various practices of the craft, if wording it right. Example, where they say white people shouldn't practice hoodoo. Is this true in your opinion for other cultures practices and not to incorporate them at all? How to know which ones to not even consider if is case. Thanks in advance.

Wow, you’ve really asked a big one there.

Cultural appropriation is a huge issue in the witchcraft community, and for good reason. As white people, our collective ancestors colonised (read: invaded) basically the whole world, and brutalised (and in some cases annihilated) indigenous peoples as a result. Native religions and spiritual practices were mocked, demonised, and often wiped out. It is the height of injustice and arrogance, then, that we should feel we have some right to practice the traditions of those people we destroyed. Some things are not for us.

It can be a tricky issue trying to find out what traditions are open and what ones are closed, but it is made all the easier by simply asking someone of authority in that tradition. If someone of that culture tells you that it is not for you, then you must respect that. Think of it in microcosmic terms: you wouldn’t just walk into a stranger’s house and help yourself to whatever was in their fridge. You would knock and wait to be invited in, and if you were refused entry you would respect that.

N.B.: when I speak of ‘collective ancestors’ I mean just that; you personally may not have had an ancestor involved in colonisation, but collectively we come from a culture(s) that is responsible for horrific crimes against indigenous peoples.


So here’s the thing. The reason decent humans don’t like the Nazis is because of the horrific crimes they perpetrated against millions of people. If Hydra worked with the Nazis DURING WORLD WAR II to defeat the Allies, that means they helped perpetrate those crimes. That means they supported a regime that, in this timeline continued on unchecked to kill even more people than it did during the real World War II. In Spencer’s story, HYDRA was complicit in everything the Nazis did. Even if they have a different name, that makes HYDRA and anyone who works for them, just as evil, and party to the same disgusting ideology. 

Hey bud let’s be real here for a minute there is absolutely no reason why the rich/ bourgoise as a class should exist, they are parasitic, cannabilistic, and sucking the life out of the poor to maintain their lifestyles at our expense, if you think for one minute people should feel bad about their completely vacant uncared for property’s are gonna get seized to house victims of a horrific crime against the poor then the problem is with you.

Serial Killers: Exploring the Horrific Crimes of Little Known Murderers                                                                                    

Serial killers fascinates…Extreme cases even more so

From John Wayne Gacy to Jeffrey Dahmer, many of America’s most famous murderers have entered into the collective cultural consciousness. They have become pop culture figures, famous for their crimes and the violent nature of their acts. People feel compelled to understand more about these dark and twisted crimes, even when they disgust. For audiences everywhere, the very idea that these people can exist and operate in day-to-day life becomes an issue of abject terror and interest. That your neighbor, your boss, or your gas station attendant might be in the midst of a killing spree taps into something primal and very hard to imagine. It reflects the darkest side of the human psyche.

“Serial Killer” as a term can be difficult to define. Different criminal investigation units typically require two, three, or more attributable killings over a period of time before an individual can be considered to have joined the ranks of the serial killers. However, it is not really the numbers which can interest so many people and scare others. Instead, it is the often random nature of the killings. Rather than crimes of passion, crimes of financial reward, or instances when an individual has reached their end of their emotional tether, the crimes of serial killers have often been planned days, weeks, or months in advance. Targets can be random, but the killings are often planned in great detail. From cannibalism to mental health concerns, from ritualistic witchcraft to a simple interest in violence, learning what motivates these people can offer both insight and further confusion.

The cases presented in this book are extreme cases and display to what extent a serial killer can go…

Read the stories of little known serial killers that went beyond the limit of our imagination to perpetrate vile unremorseful murders in the blink of an eye.

The book details ten cases more horrifying one from the other:

• The isolated loner who butchered women and scattered their remains across Alaska
• The killer who hurled huge stones through his victim’s heads
• Colombia’s most violent serial killer
• The police investigator who was secretly a serial killer
• The woman who murdered hundreds of adopted babies
• A month-long killing spree from the former mental health patient
• The letter-writing cannibal of old New York
• The killer tried inside an iron cage for the court’s protection
• A man who earned the trust of tourists and killed them for their money
• The man whose hammer and knife created a campaign of terror


Marcelo Costa de Andrade a.k.a the “vampire of Niterói”  is one of the most famous serial killers in Brazil whom is often compared to Jeffrey Dahmer for his horrific crimes. Andrade lived most of his childhood in Rio de Janeiro. He was constantly abused and beaten by his father, who was also violent towards his mother, a housekeeper. Andrade was eventually sent to live with his grandparents, who were also abusive and violent. Years later, he traveled back to Rio de Janeiro and began to live with his abusive stepparents. To make the situation worse, Andrade was raped and almost killed by an older man, who tried to strangle him. 

When he was only 14 years old, after having been kicked out of boarding school, where he was bullied, he began to prostitute himself in order to make some kind of living. Reform school did nothing to change his ways, and at 16 he was said to have begun a long-term relationship with a considerably older man. At the age of 17, Andrade attempted to rape his own 10-year-old brother. According to his mother, Andrade also had a strange habit of hearing an audio recording of his brother crying.

Andrade turned toward an even darker side in 1991. His older lover had left him, and his killing spree began. In a matter of 9 months, he managed to take 14 victims. None of his victims were over the age of 13. One reason given for the youth of his victims was that Andrade was allegedly told by his priest that all children who die go to Heaven, and he felt that he’d be sparing them living cruel and harsh lives in the Brazilian slums. Also, he stated that young boys were beautiful and had a soft skin. He would then lure the boys to non-populated areas, such as beaches, hills, or sewer tunnels. There, he would rape and strangle them, mostly with their own T-shirts. Alternatively, he would smash their heads with rocks to drink the blood coming out of it, thinking he would become beautiful like them. After killing them, he would take their clothing as trophies and sometimes engage in acts of cannibalism and necrophilia with the bodies.

After raping and killing 11-year-old Odair José Munis dos Santos, he returned later in the night, hacked the boy’s head off so “the other children in heaven would make fun of him because he wouldn’t have a head”.

He reportedly fell in love with a few of the children, and that would finally prove to be his downfall. It was 10-year-old Altair de Abreu who is said to have turned in Andrade after watching the man strangle his little brother, 6-year-old Ivan de Abreu, after they were offered money to follow him to a church where he was going to light candles. Andrade then told Altair that he loved him and had sent Ivan to heaven. Andrade asked Altair to spend the night with him and Altair escaped the next morning after Andrade was going to take him to work with him. Altair had been frightened at first, telling his family that he had lost his little brother, but eventually the truth came out, and Altair told the police. A few days later, Andrade came back to tuck Ivan’s hands into his pockets “so the rats wouldn’t chew on his fingers”. When arrested, he eventually confessed to his 13 other victims. He told authorities that he had drank the blood of at least two of his victims, he’d had sex with some of their corpses and often masturbated looking at them.

While confessing his crimes, he stated that he didn’t kill any girls because they wouldn’t go to heaven anyway, portraying women as “evil creatures”.

He was found mentally incompetent to stand trial in 1993 and committed to the Henrique Roxo Psychiatric Hospital. He briefly escaped in 1997 before being recaptured.


The rooms where a developmentally disabled man was forcibly confined for 17 days in Ontario, 2009.  After making him undress and tying him up, Stanley Brown, his girlfriend Dakota Thompson, and 2 others cleared the man’s bank account to buy a TV, food, beer and marijuana.  When the money ran out, they made him call his mother to deposit some more.  
They then beat the man, burnt him with hair straighteners all over his body (including his genitals), and forced him to eat their faeces and drink their urine, all the while capturing the vile spectacle on film. They let him have a bath, only to urinate in it and fill it with cayenne pepper to further aggravate his injuries.  When police entered the apartment after responding to a breaking and entering call, the smell of his infected wounds was so severe that they initially believed that someone had died.

After being treated for toxic shock and numerous burns, the man suffered a blood clot and spent 2 months in hospital learning to walk and talk again.  Brown and Thompson were sentenced to 13 and 10 years respectively, though their sentences were later reduced to 7 apiece.  When asked why they had carried out this horrific crime, Brown simply stated:

“It seemed like he had a nicer phone than me…I’m struggling to live…and this guy’s got a really nice phone.”

10 Signs You’ve Probably Caught White Guilt

1. You now acknowledge your privilege every time you talk and you only talk once you are one hundred percent certain that you aren’t taking the platform away from nearby minorities. 

2. Your every decision is now decided by minorities. You vote for whoever your minority friend is voting for, you recite whatever injustice your minority friend posts about, you eat whatever breakfast cereal your minority friend eats.

3. You have become hyperaware of how many of your friends are black or Muslim and if you are doing a good enough job being sensitive around them.

4. You have taken affirmative action and racial quotas into dating to prove you’re not a racist by spreading your legs for x amount of black and Asian guys.

5. You spent days on tumblr talking about how amazing and wonderful Moonlight is compared to La La Land.

6. You have participated in BLM or anti-Trump protests or you have made a post on tumblr along the lines of, “can’t make it to the protest thanks to my bitch racist mom but sending positive vibes to my comrades out there.” 

7. You have stopped finding white comedians funny and now find yourself laughing at everything Aziz Ansari and Leslie Jones say. 

8. You often find yourself looking down at your milky white skin and becoming so ashamed and enraged, knowing it’s the reason behind every single problem in the world. 

9. Your very first reaction to the barbaric slaughter of Westerners is: “not all Muslims” or “Islam is the religion of peace.”

10. You now feel as if it is your duty to begin educating your family - everyone from your newborn sister to your great-grandfather - about the horrific crimes white people have committed and how you must come together to start righting your evil wrongs.

A devestated Roman Polanski sits outside his home on 10050 Cielo Drive the day after the bodies of his pregnant wife, actress Sharon Tate, and four friends were discovered. They had been brutally murdered at the hands of several crazed cult members who called themselves the Family. The word ‘PIG’, written in Sharon Tate’s blood, is still visible on the front door, as is bloody footprints leading away from the horrific crime.