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“Israel murdered a bunch of helpless civilians today, but don’t worry. They managed to destroy a Hamas leader’s apartment in the process.”
Absolutely sickening how the mainstream media is normalizing a literal genocide.
Thinking about how people make fanart of real life murderers.
It's kind of sad really, like if they had killed someone close to you, wouldnt you be upset if people made fanart of them?
(if you dont trust my words, then just look up "serial killers fanart".)
original poster is Woke_Karen
(but if you look up their name a lot of conservatives come up so be careful)
Also it genuinely pisses me off how I haven't seen many people talking about Nex. It's always "protect the kids" until the kid is a part of a group you don't like.
Jeon Jungkook just wanted to dispose of his latest victim not run into Kim Taehyung doing the exact same thing. Unknown to them both, there was another person and it has now turned into a game of cat and dog. Can Jungkook trust Taehyung? Or will Taehyung betray him to save himself? Maybe Jungkook will be able to think clearly if Taehyung wasn't such a tease.
Themes: Psychological, Thriller, Romance, Ocassional Fluff, Smut
Chapter 1: Rainy Days
Tonight was the perfect night to dispose of a dead body. The rain began like a whisper, a soft pitter-patter against the windshield, a gentle rhythm that seemed to lull the world into sleep, but inside the beat-up gray sedan the tension was high. A low ruble of thunder echoed in the distance as Jeon Jungkook swerves to the left entering a ‘No Trespassing’ zone of an old shoe factory that caught fire ten years ago. Now it was a crumbling skeleton, and tonight it was going to become a tomb.
Yes, tonight was the perfect night indeed.
Bundled in a black raincoat, Jungkook stepped out of the car, eager to get the job done. The rain lashed against his face, a relentless curtain that blurred the world into a mess of gray. He waded through the uneven ground, the mud sucking on his boots with each step. With a grunt his gloved hand opened the trunk lid to reveal a red rectangular cooler surrounded by thick plastic.
“I’m really sorry about this,” he mumbled before bending down to grab it. “You’re were annoying and nosy, and this is where it got you.”
He chuckled as he carried the cooler deeper inside the abandoned shoe factory. He wasn't really sorry. The only person he feels sorry for is himself for having to go through all this trouble. No one bothers with this place anymore, but he knew there was a sink hole that opened here 3 years ago which was another reason why it had been left to rot by the owners. “I should just open a pig farm,” he grumbled as he made his way carefully down a rickety metal staircase, “Then I wouldn’t be doing any of this in the first place.”
Jungkook stood there frozen for a moment for he had heard a low, gurgling sound from above. His could feel his heart hammering against his ribs. Has he been caught? Was someone here with him?
He was not down for a second kill for this month.
It’s just the rain, he assured himself. The raindrops assuring him with their relentless drumming against the surfaces. Soon he found himself standing in front of the sinkhole. “Bye,” he mumbled before letting the cooler go. He watched as it fell deeper and deeper into the darkness.
Suddenly, a flicker of movement in the periphery caught his eye. He froze, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs once again. A dark figure stood on the opposite side of the 20 feet wide sinkhole. Someone else was here? At the same time that he was? While it was raining cats and dogs outside? He noticed that the man was holding a blue cooler which was immediately let go to fall into the darkness of the sinkhole.
Before he could react, the man broke into a run, heading straight towards him. Jungkook sprinted in the opposite direction. With a surge of adrenaline, he scrambled up the stairs, his legs burning with each step. He could hear the heavy footsteps behind him getting closer. The other figure lunged forward, colliding with him making him fall to the floor. He lashed out with a wild swing, connecting with the man’s jaw with a loud thud. The man staggered back, hand flying to his face, a dark stain blossoming on his knuckles.
The two of them stared at each other for a beat, a look of shared terror etched on their rain-soaked faces.
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— tw: blood
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This is a redraw of a picture I made on November 11 . . It's amazing how much my art evolved in just 6 months 🤔
I dare you to watch this, all of it, and tell me these people were innocent or just defending themselves, or whatever nonsense you can come up with. This was a planned, first degree, slaughter of innocent people by murderers with no conscience. And they had the audacity to film this for posterity. How would your country respond if this happened to your people?
Y'all behold. Scary Movie horse.
Also weirdo who likes scary movies.
Imagine you somehow could tell who the "bad" people really were. Imagine the good people eliminated them. Who is left?
many problems are caused by the mindset that the world is divided into good people and bad people and the bad people can be "found out" and removed, eventually leading to a utopia containing only good people.