If I, a 15 year old standing alone in a bikini, had some armed (and obviously insane roided up cop on a rampage) grabbing me, abusing me and holding me down for no real reason, I would sue someone too.
Fuck, I’d have been talking to Gloria Allred the morning after it happened.
Because what he did was blatant and borderline sexual abuse of a young girl. The video is shockingly clear on this.
It was why the cop had to quit on the spot the second the video was released. Even he could never justify it. Not reasonably.
half of the cops in my hometown and at least three (3) of my old schoolteachers have donated money to my mom’s gofundme and it’s strangely validating like most abusive parents lie and say they know all of the cops and that there’s no one for you to turn to but my mom wasn’t lying back then and i knew it and she emailed my teachers all the time to know exactly how awful i was day-to-day and i was aware of it then and as far as i know she still complains/jokes about what a problem child i was to my teachers when she sees them in the store she works at like… the isolation wasn’t in my head it was real™ y’all i wasn’t crazy hooray
richard spencer and a bunch of other undesirables decided to show up randomly at night holding torches and spouting a bunch of nonsense in front a statue like they were a very primitive insane cult before the cops showed up and made them fuck off.
here goes a pic of him at their ceremony
this ugly bitch is going out of the way to make himself look punchable i swear to god this is the most irritating image i’ve seen in my entire life. stuff like this reminds me why antifa are a thing. like why were the antifa doing nothing but holding clubs and standing on a hill in boston today instead of showing up where this dude was. then again, im psure they planned this whole meeting via smoke signals or something. idk
Dreams Turn Into Reality (Final Chapter) (Jerome Valeska Imagine)
Summary: After Jerome’s escape from Arkham Asylum he goes to visit his best friend Y/N (yes that’s your name right there). But something’s off, and after what you tell him he wants to make sure that your dreams surely comes to reality.
Pairing: Jerome x Reader
Warnings: Swearing and Torture if don’t like then don’t read
Season: Season 2
You had helped Jerome grabbed your over weight father as you brought him up to the attic. You both groaned as you began to run out of breath. You had taken up all of your strength just to get him in the attic. Once you had finally managed to get him up to the attic they dropped him and took a breather.
“Never… Expected him… To be that… Heavy!” Jerome breathes out as you nodded in agreement. You looks at your father then back to him.
“Yeah… He’s just… A dead… Weight.” You panted as he laughs. He looks at you then picked up Grey and put him in the chair letting you take a break.
Jerome throws him on the chair as Grey groaned. He puts his arms on the arm rest and his feet on the legs of the chair. He looks over to where the rope was and was about to grab it until.
“Here let me.” You got up and grabbed the rope and walked over where Jerome was. He smiled as you wrapped the rope around his wrist, ankles and torso. You made sure that you done it tightly that he can’t escape. Jerome had made sure of that. He pulled on the rope to make sure and he laughed. He looked at you with shock.
“Where did you learn to tie a knot like that doll?” He asked you as you shrugged and chuckled.
“Well, when your daddy ties you up in rope, you learn a few tricks or two.” You say confidently. Jerome smirks and he got up on his feet. He grabs your hands into his as he smiled warmly at you.
“He’ll be awake in a couple of minutes. Are you ready to show him what you’re really made of?” He asked you again as you smiled at him.
“Jerome, I’m more than ready to beat this guys sorry ass. And you know it, remember?” You smiled as he nodded in response.
“Well gorgeous. It’s showtime and grab that knife of yours and get into position, I’ll be behind that wall over there, okay.” He said as you nodded. Before you could apart you quickly shared a passionate kiss before getting into position.
Grey had groan as he opened his eyes. Everything was a blur to him as he shook his head. When his sight came back he saw that he was in an completely new place. He tried getting up and noticed that he was tied up in a tight grip. He started panicking as he tried freeing himself.
“That’s just gonna make it worse, ya know?” Grey had looked up in the shadows and a figure walks out of the shadows with a crazy smirk on your lips. Grey had looked at you with disgust and anger.
“Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” He asked her in an scared tone. You laughed as you walked closer to Grey. You leaned on the chair and smiled.
“What do you think I’m doing,” you ask sweetly as you get up and walked away from him and then you turned to look at him with an death glare. “I’m proving that I’m not afraid of you.” You pointed your finger at him as you spoke in an death tone.
He gave you an confused look and then laughed it off. You crossed your arms and waited for him to stop.
“Do you think that this is funny?” You asked bluntly. He looks up at you with an smile.
“Oh Y/n. You scared me but now please tell me where the cameras are. Is this on an reality TV show?” He asked as you smirked. You walked up to him and pulled the chair facing you.
“You really think that I’m joking daddy?” You asked him in an death tone. Your eyes spoken darkness and danger. Grey soon caught this and gulped as sweat came pouring down his forehead.
“Y/N where the fuck am I? And who hit me with the fucking baseball bat? And why the actual fuck are you doing this?” He asked. Didn’t he really know?
You looked at him and laughed hard. He gave you an confused look like he wasn’t believing it at all. “What’s so funny?” He asked you. Once you stopped laughing you looked at him.
“I find this amusing well because… We’re in the attic basically. And you really don’t know why the fuck we are doing this to you. Ha funny!” You said as you laughed. Grey started to get uncomfortable as he caught your words.
“We? Who the fuck is we?” He asked as you smirked. You sat on a stool as you looked at him cluelessly as you began to think.
“Hmm we? Oh you mean him! Oh.” You exaggerated as Grey gave you a dirty look. His eyes widen.
“Him! Who the fuck is him! You’ve been hanging out with an boy! Since when!” He yells as you smirked. Once again this was Jerome’s cue to enter the room. He laughed as he walked in.
“I believe that *him* has a name. The name is Jerome Valeska.” He introduced himself as he did a bow like he was doing an performance for the circus. He looks over at you and walks over to you and kisses you passionately. You kissed back a bit too fast. Grey’s eyes widen.
“You’re Jerome Valeska… Your the insane boy that copped up your mummy. You broke out of Arkham recently with other crazy maniacs. What the fuck are you doing in my house and with my daughter! How long have you been seeing each other!” He asked rudely as Jerome looks at him with a pout. He walks over to Grey as he began to fiddle. Jerome knelt down to the ground as he lifted a finger to Grey’s chin to lift him up.
“Oh… It’s nice to know that someone knows me. And I’ve meet your daughter since a few years ago.” He admitted as he did a low and dangerous chuckle. Grey began to sweat of how nervous he was.
“What are you going to do with me?” Grey asked Jerome as he laughed. He looks over at you as he looks back over at him with an smirk. He hummed as he began to think.
“Well Grey. I’ve heard that your on Santa’s naughty list and I’m here to deliver the punishment. Well I’m just the helping hand. Y/N will be doing the real work.” He says as he winks at you. You smiled back at him as Grey laughed at him. He looked at him with an displeasing look.
“Sure you are. Do you really think that bitch would do something crazy as you are. Well you don’t know her that well mate.” He spat as Jerome lifted a brow. He hummed as he looked over at you again. Your face was in anger mode as you already wanted to murder that son of a bitch. But patience is the right way you would repeat to yourself.
“Are you sure?” Jerome asked him as he nodded in full on response. He nodded slowly as he smirked.
“Y/N! I think it’s your turn to have fun.” He calls out to you as you smiled, widely. Jerome got up and walked over to where you were. You got up and grabbed the kitchen knife and made sure that Grey saw it. He panicked as he tried escaping from her.
“Hush daddy! It’s your turn to have the pain. It’s your turn to see what it feels like to be abused all of these years.” You exclaimed as you stabs the knife into his flesh.
He screams in agony as pain flushed through him. You smirks as you pushed deeper into the skin with the knife causing him to scream harder and louder. Blood rushed to escape from him as they begged for freedom. Once the knife was deep enough you started to pull the knife down to his wrist. Slowly as a snail you pulled forward as he scream.
Tears escaping his eyes as he closed his eyes. Torture who would’ve of guess? He had held his breath to cause no more screaming, suffocating the air that he was breathing in, or was. You had finally jerked the knife out causing him to scream in agony. You looked at him with a smirk as he cried.
“What? Do you think that’s all I’m giving you? The nights is still young.” You said as you stabbed his other arm and he once again screams in torture. This was going to be a long night.
After taking turns of torturing Grey with the kitchen knife. Red liquid called blood, his blood was dripping everywhere and it was completely everywhere that you could possibly see. Blood was on you and Jerome’s hands as you had finished the work of him.
Grey was covered in deep cuts and blood everywhere on his body.
Jerome had decided to remove the chair and the ropes and put him out in the lounge room. They had cut the ropes and threw his body down stairs since he was dead from losing too much blood. You carried him into the lounge room as you cleaned up all of the blood that he left.
Jerome had made sure that he’ll get Grey’s blood everywhere on the floor and he has. He had also had to smash a couple of things so it had looked like that someone had broken in and had killed Grey. He had also smashed a couple of windows.
He had helped you clean out the attic so it looked like nothing had happened up here. They had grabbed all of the boxes that were currently up there and replaced them back to where they were before hand.
“Thanks Jerome.” You said as he smiled at her.
“No problem doll. I think Galavan would love you! Now, how about we leave before the cops get here? I’m not ready to face Jim Gordon yet.” He said as you smiled widely and grabbed his hand and snaked it around your waist.
“I would love too.” You murmured as your lips touched his and then the passionate kiss again, but more amazing like fireworks. You both departed as you looked into his eyes. You then walk off hand in hand as Jerome takes you to Galavan where you will be safer than with your dead father.
There are many ways to end up with someone as your lieutenant, of course: inheritance, only one person was qualified, etc, etc. But let’s say that when it came to Kensei ending up with Mashiro, he *chose* her to be his lieutenant. Here would be his reasons for doing so!
1. She seems very strong.
“I don’t know what it is about that tiny woman, but I sense that she has crazy-strong spiritual pressure. So although she may look like a strong breeze could knock her over, I have a feeling she could hold her own in battle. I saw her kick a guy in the face during a bar fight the other night. He ran off crying. Crying! That was when I knew. She was the one.”
2. But I think she needs help achieving her full potential.
"Then I met her. And I realized that she might not, uh, quite be realizing her full potential. Because she seems slightly - insane. Apparently she kicked the guy in the face because he said that banana slugs aren’t cute? I don’t even know. But perhaps with a serious and fast-tracking captain like me, she could shape her raw talent into real progress!”
3. With hair that green, she must have very thick skin.
“Lieutenants have to have thick skins. Because of battle. And also because I yell a lot. And that woman? I think she does. I mean, her hair is a CRAZY shade of green. Like, how did that even happen? Did her mother drink a lot of limeade? Did fall into a radioactive clover patch a s a child? For whatever reason, she has that hair. And surely she must have taken shit for it. So she’s gotta have a thick skin.”
4. We can be bad cop and insane cop.
“I am an angry man. I know it. I am giant and I have a lot of muscles and I like to let my temper out. Nothing wrong with that. But to be an effective captain, I need to be paired with someone who will compliment that. I was thinking maybe I’d find someone sweet to be ‘good cop, bad cop’ with me. But I suppose ‘bad cop, insane cop’ works too.”
5. She won’t steal my angry thunder.
“I like to be the only guy that yells a lot. It’s my thing. So I like that she doesn’t yell like that. The thunder of anger is all my own.”
6. I’m sure she won’t throw very many temper tantrums.
“Gotta admit. Kuna gave me pause when she threw that temper tantrum after the guy who doesn’t like banana slugs refused to give her a pickle. Man, that was a weird night. But I’m sure that was just a result of her being kind of drunk and weirdly hung up on slugs. Not like she’d be that way all the time. I mean, she’s a seated officer! Clearly she knows how to act professionally on the job.”
7. My therapist says I need to work on my anger management.
“So….I guess even if she is a little wild, it might be good for me. My therapist says I need to work on controlling my temper. For some reason.”
8. She can sing.
“And although I’m not saying that I plan to turn Squad 9 into the most glamorous band ever to hit the Seireitei, I am saying that it’d be nice to have a good vocalist. Just in case.”
9. I can sense that she is stylish.
“Not gonna lie. If you want to be in Squad 9, you have to have great hair. Great hair is important. And despite the insane color, Kuna has hair that looks smooth and shiny, the sort of hair that looks styled even when she actually has bedhead. That’s a Squad 9 thing right there.”
10. I just - have to know what’s up with those goggles!
“She wears goggles. I don’t know why. I need to know. She never seems to pull them down over her eyes. They are just - there. Waiting. Watching. Maybe if she worked for me I’d find out the truth. Because otherwise it is going to keep me up every night. Why the hell does she wear goggles?!”
Nomarch of the Glades and fifth to hold the title ‘Eunectes’, this stupendous serpent rules the lives of millions with an iron coil. Despite her relatively bloodless rise to power in a society that demands shows of strength, none have challenged her rule in all her 60 year tenure. Visiting Zootopian journalists suspect that her fabulous wealth and skill as a negotiator is responsible for this unprecedented feat, while local writers quietly note that many of her detractors have been known to mysteriously disappear.
A savvy, suspicious snake, Eunectes sees more than she lets on. Friends and enemies alike who underestimate this massive ophidian would do well to remember that anacondas are ambush predators; watching and waiting, patiently and without mercy, for the right moment to strike.
One of the main characters of the Swinton side-fic! Had a good time experimenting with art styles on the beautiful and cold-blooded giant anaconda Eunectes. And her story continues in Pearls Before Swine chapter 3! There’s more under the cut!
sat at her custom-made mahogany desk, watching her computer screen
intently. She tapped her fingers happily on the shiny, near-mirror
finish of the dense, hard wood inlaid with gold leaf; she loved
watching her various accounts swell with Reptilian revenue. Even
though the currency had to be laundered somewhat before it got to
her, Herpetopian dinars raised a few eyebrows unless they were spread
to the right pockets. Not that she needed to worry about any of that,
she had set up that whole kit and kaboodle years ago, and there was
no way anyone would sniff it out. Not without her knowing, anyway.
was a thump at the door, Swinton’s eyebrow arched at the muffled
“…Ow,” that followed.
twenty pound rabbit vs a two-hundred pound ironwood door.”
She smirked . “It’s open, come in.”
All right Bawson fam, you asked for it. A @darlinginmyway post about a Bawson Hallmark movie AU led to this bright idea. Blame her, and @tacos and @magicinhermadness for their encouragement. Do you know when I last wrote a WIP? I’m going with 10 years ago.
Ginny Baker, trying to get to her boyfriend’s house for Christmas, gets stranded when a blizzard shuts down the roads. Stuck at the one lodge in the area, she meets grumpy owner Mike Lawson, newly-divorced and not in the mood for Christmas, or customers.
This is not good.
Ginny drives slowly, taking extra care in her small car as
she makes her way through a blizzard. An honest to God blizzard. Weather like
this makes her miss North Carolina. Weather like this makes her think she should
have stayed in Texas or taken that job in San Diego. She’s just not built for
But, when she interned in New York, met Trevor Davis and
fell in love, heading back south didn’t even seem like an option. 6 months in
and she felt like a normal person for the first time in forever. Decent enough
job, tiny apartment, good partner.
Maybe that’s why she’s risking her life driving through this
disaster, because good girlfriends make insane trips to meet their boyfriend’s
parents. Never mind her unease at driving, mind always flitting back to the car
accident when she was 17. One minute her dad was sitting in the driver’s seat
next to her, the next he wasn’t. Bad weather always made her grip the steering
wheel that much harder, breathe that much shakier.
The Case of the Actually Really Unsettling Phonecall (and Hot Chocolate as Thick as Pudding)
In which Maka gets a phonecall from someone she’d really rather not hear from and Soul volunteers to babysit. Cause if it made her better to have an officer around, he’d be more than happy to be that officer.
She’s lost. She was supposed to be at this party 20 minutes ago and she has no idea where she is. The Hamptons honestly shouldn’t be this difficult to navigate. But the houses are all so huge and she’s pretty sure she was given the wrong address.
Kate pulls into a gas station, hoping maybe someone inside could tell her where the hell this place is. The checkout boy is absolutely no hope and tries to talk her into buying a map of New York. She doesn’t need a map of New York. She’s lived in the city her whole life, knows her way around the interstates and highways. What she needs is a GPS to get her to this damn house that doesn’t seem to exist.
Flustered she storms back out to her car and tries yet again to turn on her dead cell phone. And of course she forgot her car charger. Today just isn’t her day. She slumps down on her steering wheel with a groan.
Then she hears someone tapping on her car window. Instinctively she reaches for the gun that’s normally at her hip. But of course it’s not there tonight since she’s slipped into her little black dress for this stupid party she’s missing.
Kate turns her head, sees a man waving at her. Reluctantly, she rolls down her window. She raises a questioning eyebrow at him.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, but I was behind you in line and couldn’t help overhearing. I live here, well seasonally, but I know the area pretty well. Perhaps I could help you find what you’re looking for.”
She relaxes, giving him a grateful smile.
“Thanks. Here’s the address.” She hands him a crumpled piece of paper. “Luckily I was able to jot it down before my phone died, but that’s the only bit of luck I’ve had today.”
He studies the address, looking back at her with a grin. “This is on my street. Why don’t you just follow me up there?”
“Really? That’d be great.”
She follows him to his neighborhood, double checking that her back-up piece is in her glove box, just in case this guy ends up being sketchier than he seems. But as they turn a corner, the streets are lined with cars, and loud music and yelling can be heard in the distance. It’s definitely the party she really doesn’t want to be at.
Kate pulls up behind the last of the parked cars and realizes it’s right in front of the house of the man who helped her as he pulls into the driveway. She gets out of the car, adjusts the hem of her skirt and leans on her elbows on the roof of her car, letting out a long sigh.
“Something tells me you were better off being lost,” the man says, striding over to her.
“I don’t want to be here,” she confesses.
“Then why are you?”
“I made a promise to a friend.”
“Some promises are meant to be broken.”
She looks over at him, stepping away from her car.
“That’s an interesting motto to live by.”
“Well, when you’ve been through two divorces like I have, the promises you make in wedding vows start to hold less meaning. And if you can’t even keep those promises, all others might as well get thrown out the window as well.”
She smirks. “Wow, two divorces and you still managed to keep the Hamptons house.”
“They’re not that fond of the beach.”
She smirks again, looking over at the flashing lights from the party. “Have you ever been to one of his parties?”
He nods. “They’re pretty insane. Cops get called on them a lot. Sometimes end in drug busts.”
“Fantastic,” she grumbles.
“Why is it so important to this friend that you’re there anyway? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“She got dragged there by this new guy she’s dating. Said she saw my ex, who I have been complaining about incessantly, and thought I should come and make him jealous.”
“Make him jealous, showing up stag to a party you weren’t actually invited to?”
She shrugs. “I put on my sexiest dress.”
“It does make you look very sexy.”
Kate shakes her head, looking back over at the party.
“Look, if you don’t want to go, don’t go. There has to be healthier ways of getting over your ex.”
He gestures behind him at his house. “I could make you a drink.”
She raises an eyebrow at him.
“Hey, I’m not trying to get into your pants, I swear. I’m just trying to help you out of situation you don’t want to be in.”
“I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Rick. Richard Castle. And you are?”
“Well, Kate Beckett, what do you say? One drink.”
She looks at the party house one last time and sighs. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. Okay, one drink. But I’ll have you know if you try anything, I’m a cop and I have a gun in my car.”
He laughs, ushering her inside. “I assure you, my intentions are pure.”
Scott’s lack of priorities is staggering. In Season 1 he was all about Allison when everybody around him is literally in life threatening situations not to mention his best friend was physically threatened by himself, but all he could think about was impressing Allison.
I don’t even remember what happened in Season 2-4 anymore. But right now? I really hate how he accuses Stiles of killing ‘someone they’re supposed to save’. I mean, really, even before Donovan became a Chimera he threatened the Sheriff on multiple occasions and have shown real capability to carry out his threats. Donovan is a victim of some fucked up medical experimentation, not his vile temper and aggression and malice against the Sheriff. Even if they did manage to help Donovan out of his situation, he still would have gone after the Sheriff because that is part of who is now. Between Donovan and the Sheriff, Stiles would choose to save his dad and not some two bit wannabe cop with insane aggression issues any fucking day. I fucking hate how Scott thinks it’s right/good/saintly in any way that he basically implicitly said that saving Donovan from his dark body-modifying sins is more important than keeping the Sheriff alive.
The entire rain scene in 5x09 is Scott saying ‘we were supposed to save Donovan’ and Stiles frustratingly saying ‘are you fucking kidding me this is the person who wanted to kill my father’. There is deliberate miscommunication in this scene, because Theo is a lying liar who lies, and also a piece of trash that deserves to a death so horrible that it will make Genghis Khan cry, but to be honest I completely understand why Stiles doesn’t even think about fact checking with Scott - he is way too incredulous that Scott is more concerned over Donovan’s wellbeing than the Sheriff’s life.
By the way, Stiles is infinitely protective of the Sheriff. Just think about how he obsessively controls the Sheriff’s diet, and how he flatout says (and believes) that he needs to take care of the Sheriff. And think about how fucked up he got by just the merely suggestion that the Sheriff has been taken by Jennifer Blake. And more importantly, think about how fucking angry Stiles got when Donovan started taunting him about ruining the Sheriff for life by hurting him… His knuckles were white, he was shaking, breathing heavily, I bet you anything at that moment he saw red. He looked like he was positively ready to kill, even though the Sheriff raised him better. Also, at the sheriff station, when Donovan started threatening the Sheriff in a very graphic way, Stiles’ acerbic reply actually quite surprised me. I mean, Stiles has always been sarcastic and quickwitted, but he has always been a more comedic character, alleviating the tension in the heavy shitstorm that is the daily life of Beacon Hills; but his reply to Donovan was downright malicious and cruel. So, really, I can’t really imagine Stiles not doing anything about this. Even if the accident didn’t happen, I can just imagine Stiles pulling less than legal strings behind the scenes to make sure Donovan gets locked up and fucked up for the rest of eternity.
And just for reasons, let’s think back at all the stuff Scott did in order to keep Melissa safe… Like I said, I don’t remember much of it. But I do distinctly recall all the shit that went down with Gerard, Scott doing whatever he could to keep his mother safe, Stiles getting kidnapped, everything turning to shit, etc. Scott has done his fair share of shitty things and morally dubious bullcrap in his life, ok, just because he has never killed a person doesn’t automatically make him Jean Valjean. By the way, when it was about him, he was pretty ready to kill Peter and was actually quite upset Derek deprived him of that chance. Another side note, not that I’m defending Gerard, because he’s a fucking psycho and I fucking hate him because what the fuck dude you are so fucked up and not in a good way like can you just get your shit together and not be such a sadistic fuck, but what Scott did to him was actually extremely messed up. I don’t see how letting a man cough out black goo out of all his pores and not even able to die is better than just killing the man. Honestly.