“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
A victim is a victim, what happened shouldn’t have no matter if you’re male or female
Ahmad Manasra was 13 years old when he was arrested, for allegedly stabbing ‘Israeli’ settlers. He was run down by an occupation vehicle, left bleeding and deformed on the road, while passers by screamed “die you son of a b*tch”.
Ahmad was interrogated by the ‘authorities’, without a lawyer or guardian present. He was eventually coerced into admitted to a crime, which he openly did not comprehend or remember.
During his 7 year imprisonment, Ahmad has suffered continued emotional and physical abuse, including medical negligence and prolonged isolation. Recent interviews with his parents describe Ahmad as a psychologically damaged shadow of his former self.
On April 13th 2022, Ahmad will finally have a court hearing. He will be tried as an adult, despite his alleged crime taking place when he was only 13.
As his trial approaches, please amplify his call for freedom: share his story, activate ALL the relevant hashtags
“villain attempts to go back in time to kill superman as a small child, gets shot in the face by ma kent, who buries him behind the barn with the others” would probably have niche appeal as a comic but i don’t care, i want it
The first time a man from the future showed up at Martha Kent’s house, Clark Kent was two years old.
According to his birth certificate, anyway. She just kind of accepted that the details were a little fudged. Relativity, and all.
Maybe the stranger would have succeeded in whatever it was he wanted to do, except that he really did just show up. Appeared, like a ghost made flesh, right in the backyard. Clark, thank goodness, was out in the fields with Jonathan. He couldn’t bear to be alone, that boy, and they could never bear to leave him.
Which left Martha free to shoot the ghostly intruder in the face.
Martha had not always considered herself a shoot first, ask questions later sort of a person. But that was before she found a baby in a spaceship where her corn was supposed to be.
They’d switch off, Jonathan and her, who got Clark and who got the shotgun. Martha got the shotgun more often than not. Guns made her husband uncomfortable. She was hardly a fan, but she’d always been a terrible pacifist. Too determined to defend herself.
The sight of all that blood and brain and bone was still nauseating. She compartmentalized, told herself it was no different from slaughtering a cow; didn’t think about riot gear or tear gas or the friends she’d lost or all the things she’d moved away from when her heart couldn’t take it any longer. This was different. This was her son.
She prodded the corpse with her foot. It remained a corpse. A real nasty looking corpse, all big and burly and holding a gun much too large. She didn’t like making assumptions based on appearances, but she didn’t imagine he’d been coming for anything nice. She bent down to search his pockets, found a metal wallet and flipped it open.
Born 2018.
Well, hell. Wasn’t that just a kick in the pants?
Probably she ought to have been a bit more unsettled than she was. But she’d been waiting two years for someone to show up on her doorstep, men in black or UFOs or something. Hell, she’d half expected her sweet little boy to hatch into something worse.
Just because she brought home space babies didn’t mean she was a damn fool.
Jonathan had rejoined her in long strides, was holding Clark in such a way that he couldn’t see the corpse on the ground. “Well, shit,” he said.
“Eyup,” Martha agreed.
“Don’t look government.”
“Nope.”
“We burying him?”
“I’ll bury him,” Martha said, standing up. “You get Clark inside and read him a book or something. I don’t want him seeing any of this, getting him messed up in the head.”
“You sure? Looks heavy.”
“That’s why we have a wheelbarrow. I’ll stick him out behind the barn, might as well keep all our secrets in one place.”
Martha had a long time to think as she dug a time traveler’s grave. There were a lot of reasons someone might travel back in time trying to kill her kid. The first was her instinct as a mother, which was: he was a fucking asshole. Who killed a kid? Fucking assholes, that was who.
Now, it was also possible that her sweet little boy grew up to be some kind of space Hitler. She didn’t think she’d raise that kind of a kid, but she didn’t suppose there was any parent who set out to raise a Hitler.
Still didn’t sit right with her. She didn’t much like the idea of killing baby Hitler, either.
I admit, the gore at the beginning has kept me from finishing this story, up till now. Even though I KNEW it would be worth it, because Kitty’s stories always are.
Kitty’s perspective on the DC universe is wonderful, unmired by concern for canon detail or other people’s interpretations, but with a deep resonant truth. Even when I disagree with her, it still feels authentic.
There’s a link at the bottom of this fic to her AO3 account, and it’s a wonderful way to learn more about the DCU. It might not always be ‘accurate,’ but it’s always wonderful.
(Though, if my papa follows this advice, he MIGHT want to avoid the ones with a slash between 2 characters names. Those ones have lots of sex. Probably still worth it. It’s GOOD, papa.)
Republicans in the Senate are not even pretending to give a shit about the sexual assault allegation against Kavanaugh. They do not care about women. They care about nothing but the acquisition of power.
I’m writing this today on behalf of a coalition of over 80 people and growing, called Not1More, deeply affected by the recent events at University of California Santa Barbara. As I’m sure you’ve heard, on May 23rd, a young man named Elliott Rodger murdered six people and injured seventeen before killing himself, after his bitterness over his virginity came to a head.
We are organizing a national demonstration for June 28th, and taking direct action against the cultural standards of misogyny and male entitlement that allowed this horrible incident to take place. We feel that we must take a stand. This man’s beliefs and actions were unacceptable, but also stemming from direct messages in our media; and as citizens of the United States, we are responsible to remind people that our social norms are created by us, and can be destroyed by us too.
WE ARE REQUESTING YOUR ASSISTANCE OR INVOLVEMENT. If you cannot participate to make this happen in your city, please SHARE THIS, or contact us if you can get us in touch with people or groups who can. We are trying to make contact with people as quickly as possible, so people have time to organize and get the word out.
I know book three is being anxiously awaited. I am 22 chapters in and still in the process. I want this one to be even better than the last. I have a lot planned for my readers❤️ Also, book one and book two will be going on sale for a whole week starting Monday! I will also be sending out orders that week as well for those who have not gotten their book yet!
When it comes to rank, Samael’s place was higher than the Hayyoth and Seraphim. He is a fear striking angel with twelve wings. Samael is known as the venom of God. Hardly an angel he is, however. He is described as an accuser, seducer, and destroyer. He takes the soul from man. He resides in the seventh Heaven and is the commander of two million angels. He is the chief of Satans. He became the consort of Lilith, and with her had a host of demon children. (The most notable being Asmodeus.) Samael is NOT Lucifer. Samael was the very first Archangel created by God to execute his will at any cost. Due to the primal nature of his being, Samael is described as being both good and evil. However, the descriptions about Samael’s acts clearly bear the testimony of his truly evil nature. He has a whole different idea for humanity than God. He intends to be the new God some day. He aims to overthrow Heaven and toss it into the corrupted claws of Aeshma. He aims to destroy faith and hopes in the hearts of his Father’s dear humans. He will corrupt and control. He’s evil, spiteful, treacherous, and charming.
Origin: Christianity. Samael is 2,000 years old.
“Lucifer? Darling, I am so much worse. I am the very venom of God. I inject cancer and plague the world with pain. I am there when tragedy strikes humanity down. I am there when an old fool takes his last breath. I am a weapon of both Heaven and Hell. You pray to him? Who do you think sent me? Who do you think ordered your death? He’s not listening to you. He’s too busy promoting free will while having me execute those who go against Him or speak ill of His name. I am the closest you will ever get to God, so worship me instead.” -Samael.
Read more about Samael in my upcoming book: Retaliation. Expected early April, 2021.
He is chaos. The demon of wrath, rage, fury, and desire. Aeshma is one of the fiercest, most feared demons in Hell. His story originates in Zoroastrianism; an ancient Persian religion founded in the seventh century. Aeshma is the being responsible for horrendous acts of malice and aggression. He is the king of war and genocide. He lives to see the world bleed. In Hell, he is an exceptional warrior. A military commander of an army made up of 770,000 demons. His influence over rage, violence, and war is just the tip of the iceberg. He lures lost humans into disobedience, defiance, drunkenness, desire, and paranoia. His epithet is, “Of The Bloody Mace.” Aeshma can distract any person and lead them away from their faith and good doing. He sends people into a spiral of poor decisions and violence. He’s powerful and spiteful. He is the complete opposite of religious devotion and discipline. He makes a mockery of any faith and finds joy in bringing people to their lowest points.
Origin: Persian/Iranian. Aeshma is 1,400 years old.
“You actually think your existence is that significant? The world would be exactly the same, with or without you. You’re not important.” -Aeshma.
Read more about Aeshma in Book two: Retaliation. Expected early April, 2021
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