the criminal kind

It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there, and you have, too. You’re nodding your head.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
—  Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
Chrissy Chambers: 'My rape became revenge porn in the UK'

Chrissy Chambers was 18 when she fell in love for the first time with a British man several years older than her. After a whirlwind romance, he moved over to America to be with her.

But after being together for around a year, Chambers realised he wasn’t the man she’d though he was.

“He was jealous and controlling,” she says, now 24. “Even having a conversation with another man could make him angry.”

She decided to end their relationship, but he “took it really badly”, and then suggested an evening of drinking. Chambers hadn’t drunk much before, so quickly became intoxicated. She didn’t remember much of the night when she woke up, and soon after, he moved back to the UK.

It was four years later when she was confronted with what really happened on that night.

By this point, she was 22-years-old and a successful YouTube star. She was in a relationship with a woman, Bria Kam, and the pair had a YouTube channel with more than 363,000 subscribers, where they showcased music and campaigned on LGBT issues.

It was on that YouTube channel that Chambers first realised what had happened.

“Someone had commented on a video: ‘she’s a slut. Check out these videos.’ My heart stopped a bit. I had to Google my own name to find out what she was talking about. I was petrified.”

Chambers found a number of videos on porn sites showing her naked while her boyfriend had sex with her. It had been filmed on the night four years ago where she’d been intoxicated and unconscious.

“He filmed it in a malicious way that hid his face and showed me in a very vulnerable and intoxicated state,” she says. “I was visibly unable to consent.

“I felt completely violated [watching it]. Life as I knew it had changed forever. Once I was able to get up off the floor from the initial shock, because I’d literally fallen to the ground, we started contacting the porn sites where the videos were being shown.”

She had little luck, and went to the police in Atlanta, but was told there was nothing they could do as the videos had been uploaded in the UK. She contacted British police, but was told the incident had happened in America, so they could not help. 

In speaking about all of this, Chambers has decided to waive her anonymity and publicly raise awareness about her situation. It has opened her up to online harassment but she stands by her choice.

“In a sense I feel I’ve gained a very small bit of peace and sense of justice by sharing this story. But in the long-term obviously I want to have him prosecuted under some kind of criminal law. If the revenge porn law doesn’t go after backdates cases maybe we can use malicious harassment or something.

“I don’t want other victims to go through two years of not being able to speak out, or the shame of telling someone you were the victim of revenge porn. There’s tons of search videos of people trying to find videos of me. I don’t want people to have to go through that kind of devastation. I need to speak out now so other people have hope for the future.”

Reasons why I love Peter Quill so much: 

- Dances into a mission while listening to “Come and get your love”

- Keeps the name Star-Lord that his mum gave him and is seriously disappointed when people don’t remember it

- Actually befriends Rocket and Groot who tried to kidnap and sell him

- Goes to save Gamora from Drax although she potentially wanted to kill him

- Sweet-talks a guy into lending him his artificial leg because he thought Rocket needs it

- Is somehow charming and smart enough that Drax decides to follow him, although their prison break is chaotic and not very successful looking

- Goes back into prison to get his Walkman because heck, no, we’re not leaving that behind.

- Decides to keep the Infinity Stone far, far away from Ronan because even though this Galaxy may not have done much for him, he is not going to let it get destroyed

- Goes out into space to save Gamora from certain death even though he endangers himself

- Manages to convince Yondu and the Ravagers to help protect Xandar from Ronan because it’s the right thing to do (he goads them with money, but that’s not his goal)

- freaking distracts Ronan with dancing

- takes the burden of the infinity stone upon himself, because the risk of dying is better than letting Ronan have it

- outsmarts Yondu and manages to get the Infinity Stone back AND deliver the Captain a new trinket

- Somehow befriends Dey from the Nova Corpse enough that the guy accepts his help and seems to actually respect him

- Decides to keep his new friends around instead of them all becoming outlaws, thieves and thugs again because they can actually do good (and earn money. But mostly do good)

- is smart and charming and a little brat and a dork and actually a very good person even though he was and is an outlaw.

- in the end decides that infinite life is not as good as kicking your father’s ass for killing your mum, destroying your Walkman and endangering your found family.

Peter Quill is far from perfect, invincible or completely good, but he is a good guy at heart, and does his very best, and all of that is his character and the way Meredith Quill and Yondu Udonta taught.

And yes, Peter Quill turned out not half-bad, let me tell you.

Do you ever feel scared thinking that one day you may also become an abuser, just like the way your abuser told you how once they were also abused?


My name is Gabriel. I shall always remember what my mother told me before she died: “The man who beats up a child or a woman is damned. Damned forever.”

Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
—  Henry Rollins




Heart on the Line (part 17)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1059

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Business and Pleasure - Part 20

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: Swearing

Originally posted by sithlordalice

Bucky paced nervously between the living room and kitchen as you glanced at the clock, filled with apprehension and dread. Today was the day. You were finally about to find out whether or not Bucky was the father of Dot’s son.

You were now almost nine months pregnant and the stress, combined with the strain of the pregnancy was finally getting the best of you. “Can you just stay still for a goddamned minute,” you muttered as you watched your husband pace. He had been like this since six o’clock this morning. In his defense, you were supposed to have gotten the call hours ago at 10:00. It was now 2:00 and you still hadn’t heard anything. It seemed that the more time that passed, the more anxious your husband became, which, in turn made you all the more irritated.

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anonymous asked:

Hiiiii could u please make an imagine based on the headcanon u did where Luke doesn't want a baby?????

Lesson Learnt

Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader
Prompt: Request (based on these

Description: Luke never understood how hard it was to return home to an empty house. So, you and Garcia try to teach him a lesson about listening to his wife’s concerns.

You burst out with laughter as Garcia came running over with another bottle of wine, eagerly pushing another glass into your hands. It’s wasn’t how she usually celebrated the end of a case, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Helping you down your sorrows with endless quantities of alcohol seemed like a pretty good idea. Especially if it was going to help end the stalemate between you and Luke.

Ever since you had confided in her about your argument over whether to have a baby, the bubbly blonde had wanted to help comfort you. Now was the perfect opportunity to not only just voice her support for you, but to also help you prove a point to your clueless husband.

The debate had been ongoing for months. It had been difficult because you both had excellent points. You truly understood Luke’s hesitation about having a child. After all, his promotion to the BAU required a lot of time and devotion. It was understandable that he didn’t want his home life to be as stressful as his professional one.

But, he could at least listen to your opinion. It was as if he didn’t appreciate all the sacrifices you had made for him. How could a profiler not realise his own wife’s unhappiness? The whole thing was incredibly frustrating because every time you tried to approach the subject, he would just close up. You knew he didn’t want to upset you, but his silence was worse.

So, with the help of Penelope, you had decided to teach Luke a lesson about how horrible it truly was to return home to an empty house. Perhaps he would learn something after taking a walk in your shoes.

You did feel guilty considering he always loved to come home to your warm embrace after a bad case. The excited text he had sent earlier declaring his joy at the prospect of being reunited with you had made you wonder if you were being a tad too cruel. But, Garcia had waved off your protests and dragged you out to her favourite bar anyway.

Apparently, she felt that ‘Newbie’ had to learn his lesson.

You laughed as the woman in question sipped enthusiastically at her large glass of wine, grinning at you as her eyes swept over you bright smile. The night out had been exactly what you had needed to lift your spirits, shaking off your relationship worries and just enjoying some lighthearted fun with a friend.

However, a loud buzzing noise interrupted your laughter. You glanced down in confusion as Luke’s face appeared on your mobile screen. He must have arrived home. You tried to shush Garcia as you answered the call.

“Where are you?”

The exasperated tone in Luke’s voice nearly made you laugh out loud. He had never returned home to an empty house before because you had always made the effort to be there to welcome him back. It was a fairly rude awakening for your husband to return home to – especially given that he had received no advance warning.

“I’m out. Remember, you told me to spend more time out of the house if I hated being alone there?”

You couldn’t prevent the victorious smirk spreading across your face. They had been the exact word’s your husband had used when you had last voiced your frustration at being lonely. In fact, he had been the one to suggest that Garcia would be more than willing to keep you company.

“I was worried.” Luke muttered down the phone. It was the truth. Returning back after a dreadful case to an unusually empty house had slightly unnerved him. Even Roxy had been unable to ease his worries…seen as she couldn’t provide the whereabouts of her “mom”.

“I’m sorry.” You replied, trying to contain the laughter from slipping into your voice as Garcia began doing an excellent impression of a walrus using the table straws.

“I thought something had happened to you.” He told you quietly, apparently not happy with the background noise of yours and Garcia’s drunken giggling.

“Do you not like being home alone?” You asked him teasingly, raising your eyebrows as if he could see you. It hadn’t taken long for your experiment to work.

A soft chuckle echoed down the line as Luke considered your words.

“You have a point.”

You gestured thumbs up to Garcia to let her know her idea had worked perfectly, grinning happily at your success.

“Have a good night. I’ll stay up for you.”

Luke knew all too well what state you could end up in after drinking wine. The fact he was sweet enough to wait up for you to get home was rather touching – especially considering he had just gotten back from an exhausting case.

“Thanks, I’ll-”

Your words were swiftly interrupted by Garcia snatching the phone from your hands.

“Listen, you selfish assclown, if you don’t start treating Y/N better I’ll-”

You just shook your head in amusement as she intimidated your husband with a variety of equally hysterical, and occasionally terrifying, threats. She flashed you a bright smile as she quickly hung up.

“More wine?”

It was hours later by the time you finally stumbled through your front door, gripping the bannister for dear life as you climbed up the stairs towards the warmly lit bedroom.

Luke had kept to his promise, smiling softly at you as you fell through the door. He slowly sat up from his comfortable position, propped up against the plump pillows, to offer you a hand. You giggled loudly as he gently pulled you down onto the bed, his hands swiftly getting to work on untying your high heels.

You smiled down at him. Even though things had been a little strained recently, Luke had always been there for you and you had never once doubted his love for you. Who else would be there to help you out of your clothes after a night out?

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he guided you back into the pillows, smirking as your loose hair fell across your face. He lifted a hand to gently brush it to one aside, his warm brown eyes full of affection as he traced soothing patterns across your skin.

You rested your head on his warm chest, gripping his baggy shirt with your fingers as you wriggled closer to him. You had always been an affectionate drunk, but this time you were particularly pleased to be in the presence of your husband.

“I love you.”

You smiled softly at his sincere words, gently tapping his chest in response.

“I know.” Your quiet whisper prompted him to press a tender kiss on top of your head, his warm breath ruffling your hair.

Luke knew that you had never doubted the love in your relationship, but he just wanted to say the words to you. You had to know how much he adored you…how much he appreciated everything you had done, and still did, for him.

There was a moment of peaceful silence as he gently laced his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand comfortingly before he pressed a tender kiss onto your knuckles. He delicately traced the ring on your finger, both of you thinking about the vows you had proudly made to one another.

“I’m sorry for being a selfish assclown.” He murmured softly, pressing an affectionate kiss to your shoulder, grinning against your skin as he thought about the insult Rossi had no doubt provided Garcia with.

“I know.” You leant up to capture his lips in a passionate kiss. He smiled softly as your hands gently cupped his face.

“I’m not saying I’m ready to have a baby now. But, it’s something I’ll consider.” Luke told you sincerely, his eyes softening as he delicately traced your jawline with his finger.

He was truly apologetic for not listening to his wife, guilty that he had ignored her wishes for so long. Marriage was a partnership and the two of you were a team, he should have never taken you for granted.

A loud gasp escaped your throat as he suddenly flipped you over, pinning you to the bed with his body as he hovered over you. His lips curved upwards into a suggestive smirk as he bent down to pepper your neck with urgent kisses.

“Let’s start practicing now.”

Happy Birthday Emily Prentiss (12th of October 1970) 

“I belong in this unit. And all I’m asking you for is the chance to show you that.” (2x09) 

“It saved my life when I wasn’t sure I was gonna make it because it reminded me that you were out there fighting.” (13x01)


BAU Ladies + The Seven Heavenly Virtues

anonymous asked:

You ever think that maybe beating the shit out of people you disagree with and destroying public property is doing more harm than good? Like, here's a crazy thought, maybe not everyone who goes to Trump rallies and wears a make america great again hat are "Fascist Nazis" and you're actually in the wrong? I don't know if you've ever watched a movie before, but the bad guys are usually the ones who wear black and red.

“You ever think that maybe beating the shit out of people you disagree with and destroying public property is doing more harm than good?“

Yeah, Anon, that is 100% a totally accurate depiction of anti-fascism.  The 4000+ posts on this blog have been about nothing but property destruction and beating people up.  You should write a book & go on the lecture circuit with your astute observations.  Along with your suggestions about what people should do about the fascist shits trying to publicly organize pogroms - OH WAIT YOU HAVE NO CREDIBLE IDEAS!!!  Oh well.  

“Like, here’s a crazy thought, maybe not everyone who goes to Trump rallies and wears a make america great again hat are “Fascist Nazis” and you’re actually in the wrong?“

Hmm.  Let’s see.

So here’s white supremacist leader and convicted felon Nathan Damigo punching a woman in at a Trump rally.  Nathan did five years for a hate crime against a cab driver that he targeted because the cabbie “looked Iraqi” and spent much of his prison time in white supremacist prison gangs.   Once released, he became the literal poster boy for the neo-nazi National Youth Front and the white supremacist but spelling-challenged Identity Evropa. How could we possibly mistake him for a nazi, right?  

Oh look!  Isn’t that Kyle “Based Stickman” Chapman getting arrested at a Trump rally for assault?  Not his first run-in with the law, given that he’s also a convicted felon with a rap sheet that includes robbery, theft, and unlawful possession of a shotgun.  Certainly anyone with that kind of criminal history who’s now facing five new felony charges wouldn’t then decide to wander through town picking fights with black skateboarders, right?  Maybe he should’ve stayed home and checked out the neo-nazi Facebook pages he devotedly follows instead.  Totally not a nazi himself, though, obvs!

Maybe you’re referring to ordinarily, totally-not-a-nazi common folk like MAGA hat-wearing, Trump rally-attending Matthew Heimbach, pictured here assaulting a black woman at a Trump rally (but of course that doesn’t count as beating people you disagree with or violating someone’s free speech rights with violence, right Anon?).  Hemibach’s on-record as being an anti-Semitic, anti-immigrant homophobe who believes that race-mixing should be a crime; that Mexicans living in California are a “problem,”  and that “white” people should live in their own ethnically-segregated state.  When he’s not at Trump rallies he likes to go to things like Aryan Terror Brigade shows, KKK rallies, and National Socialist Movement gatherings.  

Seems like if it walks like a nazi and makes noises like a nazi, it’s probably a nazi, Anon.  

“I don’t know if you’ve ever watched a movie before, but the bad guys are usually the ones who wear black and red.“

We don’t know if you’ve ever realized that movies aren’t reality, Anon, but we’re shocked that this is something you’d point out like it was a valid and reasonable point to make.

Shocked, we are!


Joseph Kallinger (b. December 11th 1935, Philadelphia, PA - d. March 26th 1996, State Correctional Institution - Cresson, PA), born Joseph Lee Brenner III, was an American serial killer and arsonist who went on a crime spree with his son, Michael, spanning Philadelphia, Baltimore and New Jersey.

After his father left his mother, Kallinger was put into foster care at the end of 1937. On October 15th 1938, he was adopted by Austrian immigrants Stephen and Anna Kallinger. His adoptive parents put him through such severe abuse that at age six he developed a hernia inflicted by his adoptive father. The punishments he endured included kneeling on rocks, being starved, getting locked in closets, being froced to commit self-injury, eating excrement and being burned with irons. At the age of nine he was sexually assaulted by neighbourhood boys.

He had a passion for theatre and through that he met 15 year old Hilda Bergman, whom he married, despite his parents’ disapproval. Kallinger went on to have two children with her, but after enduring domestic violence at his hands she left him. After his divorce, he was hospitalised for severe headaches and appetite loss, in part due to stress surrounding it. He remarried on April 20th 1958 and had 5 kids with his second wife, whom he abused frequently and often subjected his kids to the same abuse he endured from his adoptive parents.

In 1972, Kallinger was arrested and imprisoned after his children reported him to the police. He was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and scored an 82 on an IQ test while in jail. The children later dropped their allegations and he was released. Two years later, one of his sons, Joseph Jr, was found dead in the rubble of an old building. Two weeks later, Kallinger took out an insurance policy on his sons, but the company suspected foul play so they refused to pay.

Starting in July 1974, Kallinger, along with his 15 year old son Michael, went on a crime spree. Over a span of six weeks they robbed, assaulted and sexually abused four families and murdered three people. Their last crime was on January 8th, 1975. They took residents of a home hostage and killed Maria Fasching. A hostage managed to run outside and cry for help. Neighbors called the police but Kallinger and his son fled the scene immediately and disposed of evidence along the way.

Police investigated and soon found out about Kallinger’s history of domestic abuse, Joseph Jr.’s unsolved death and a series of arsons targeted at buildings he owned. Him and his son were arrested on charges of kidnapping and rape, but then later changed to three counts of murder. Kallinger plead insanity, though he was found sane and then sentenced to life in prison on October 14th 1976. Michael Kallinger was judged to be under his father’s control and sentenced to a reformatory. After being released at 21 he moved out of state and changed his name.

While in prison, Kallinger made several suicide attempts. Due to his violent and suicidal behaviour he was transferred to a mental hospital in Trenton, NJ. On May 18th 1978 he was transferred to a mental hospital in Philadelphia.

Joseph Kallinger died at age 60 of heart failure on March 26th, 1996. He spent the last 11 years of his life on suicide watch.


more mob!sans, because he’s a lot of fun to draw :v the cops hate him with a fiery passion because they know he’s involved in criminal activities but have no proof and can’t actually link any crimes to him - not even jaywalking - and he’s making them a laughingstock. despite searching him pretty much whenever they happen to see him, all they can ever find on him are trombones, whoopie cushions and other prank stuff, and in his gun holster a pocket flask full of ketchup (which he then drinks in front of them). he’s been brought in for questioning - and a beating - more times than he can count, but his criminal record is still perfectly spotless.


why did i draw any of this