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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Killing Floor

Pairing: dark!Mr. Freezy x dark!fem!Reader

Words: 4389

Summary: You run into Robert Pronge one night and end up tangled in a scheme together.

Warnings: DARK so, so dark, please do not read if these type of fics upset you! non-con (erring on the safe side), dub-con (for sure), very graphic violence (m to f and f to m), death, gore, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, hate-fucking, cavalier use of a handgun), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: My first dark fic! It got away from me for sure but I enjoyed it. Please, please be mindful of the content you are consuming though, this could very easily be upsetting! Because of this, I’m only gonna tag my fellow Freezy hoes here, as I haven’t updated my taglist doc to include dark!Fics.

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You eyed the Mr. Freezy truck warily as you carried your garbage to the dumpster behind your apartment building. This was the third time this week you had seen it outside your place, and it was setting you on edge. There were hardly any kids in your neighborhood, so you didn’t know why it was hanging out here.

You cursed under your breath as the truck moved to the mouth of the alley, blocking your exit. You pressed your back to the wall behind the dumpster, right as a man exited into the alleyway from the bar underneath your place to smoke a cigarette.

A massive man in a white uniform stepped out of the back of the ice cream truck and walked towards the smoker, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as he made his approach. He asked him for a cigarette before pulling a silenced pistol out of his jacket and shooting his target three times in the chest.

You schooled your breathing as you watched him drag the body to the back of his truck, trying to remain as still as possible. He stormed back into the alley to search for the shell casings, turning his back to you as he collected them.

Your legs were starting to cramp from your crouched position, and as hard as you were trying to stay still, it was getting difficult. You tried shifting your foot, but your ankle rolled in your heels and you let out a hiss. The killer straightened up suddenly at the sound, cocking his head as he turned toward you with a sneer on his face.

“Is that a little kitty I hear?” He jeered as he walked toward you, his voice thick with a Boston accent.

You stood up from your hiding place, preparing to make a run for it. He saw you tense up and lunged at you, wrapping a massive hand around your throat and pinning you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs and cracking your skull against the bricks.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I can’t let you go just yet.” He pressed his body against yours to pin you, his other hand brushing his stringy hair from in front of his glasses. “You have got horrible timing. To think I almost got out of here without getting a look at you, kitten.”

You just glared him as he moved his hand down from your throat to dip inside your blouse, grinning as he pawed at you as he buried his face in your shoulder, grinding his crotch into you.

“Think I’m gonna have a little fun with you before I let you go. You’re being so good and quiet.” He panted against your neck. Suddenly he stilled and drew his face up to look you in the eyes. “Why haven’t you called for help?”

He had relaxed just enough to allow you to move and you drove your knee between his legs at the same time you shoved your hand into his jacket and drew out his pistol, whipping it across his face and sending him sprawling.

“You cunt!” He spat, bloody spittle flying from the corners of his mouth as he moved to charge you again, stopping short when you pressed his gun to his temple. “Oh, you stupid little bitch.”

“I’m the stupid bitch?” You growled at him. “You wanna tell me what the fuck a Gambino hitman is doing so far outside of their territory?”

“Shit.” He hissed between his teeth as he eyed you warily. “You’re with the Genoveses?”

“That’s right.” You said, drawing back the hammer on the pistol. “Now answer my question.”

“Alright, alright!” He raised his hands in supplication, showing you his palms. “Fella in my truck has a father who owes Marks a good chunk of change, and y’know, he needed a little incentive to pay off his debt.”

“Marks gave you the ok to take out this hit? The mans getting bold.” You snorted, releasing the hammer as you pulled the gun back. “Lucky for you, I feel like leaving this to the bosses to figure out. Get the fuck out of here.” He stood up warily and reached for his gun, which you pulled back with a tut. “No, I’m gonna hold onto this for now. Maybe I’ll give it back later.”

Mr. Freezy growled as he brushed off his uniform and stalked back to his truck, grumbling under his breath the whole time. You just winked at him as he drove away, heading back up to your apartment to call this in.

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You saw him again 2 weeks later at a sit-down. Marks came to make amends to your boss for overstepping, hoping to find someway show his remorse for sending his man into the Family’s territory without permission. You were perched on a stool in the back of the room when the two men entered, and a small smirk teased your lips.

Lombardo liked bringing you to meetings as a distraction. Most of his comrades assumed you were there for eye candy, just the latest piece of tail the boss was wetting his dick in, too stupid to care about. But the real reason he kept you around was for protection. He loved the look of surprise that came over his enemies’ faces when you pulled out your garrot.

“Great to see you Leo!” Lombardo said warmly, moving to give the man a kiss on each cheek before sinking into his chair, gesturing for Marks to join him. “Y/N, grab us some wine sweetheart. Does your man want any?”

“No, I don’t like my men drinking while they work.”

You moved to open the wine when a massive palm wrapped around your upper arm.

“This is the bitch I told you about, boss.” The killer seethed as he wrenched you around viciously.

“The fuck are you doing, Pronge?” Marks hissed, giving you a chance to grab the corkscrew and press it to Robert’s throat. “Benny, I apologize for my man’s behavior, he’s been foaming at the mouth about some broad getting the best of him and it’s made him a little erratic.”

Lombardo just laughed as Pronge released you with a duck of his head. You kept the corkscrew where it was, watching a thin trickle of blood run down his neck.

“Let him go, Y/N.” He said with a wave of his hand, and you moved to open the wine, pouring two glasses and bringing them over to the seated men. “My girl has a tendency to elicit that type of reaction. It’s one of the reasons I keep her around!” He gave you a pat on the ass as you headed back to your stool, your eyes trained on Robert Pronge.

He was glowering at you maliciously as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his forearms flexing as he clenched his fists. You heard him growl from deep in his chest when you gave him a conspiratorial wink.

“You see my problem Leo, we can’t have Gambinos moving through our territory with impunity, as much as we can sympathize with the need to collect a debt. Fortunately for you, the boss is still soft on you fellas, so we’ve come up with a solution I think will work for everyone.”

“Ah, Benny, I can’t tell you how happy that makes me! Of course, whatever you need.”

“Excellent! We’ve got a little problem with one of Big Mike’s nephews. The kids an idiot and has been making some waves that are making it increasingly difficult to manage our operations, I’m sure you know the type.”

“There’s one in every family.” Marks said with a shake of his head.

“That there is. Anyways, Funzi wants us to deal with the kid under the radar. I’d normally send in Y/N on her own to take care of it, but as great as she is, the kid is surrounded by morons all the time. We also have a disposal problem. Funzi wants to make it seem like the kid ran off with some bitch, hopefully avoid a war, and we’ve heard that your man Pronge here is a disposal expert.”

“Oh, fuck no!” Pronge exclaimed. “I’m not working with this cunt!”

“You’ll do what I order you to do, or I’ll fucking end you, now shut the fuck up!” Marks roared at Robert, making him wince as he leaned back against the wall. “He’ll do it.”

“Glad to hear it.” Benny murmured, his nostrils flaring in anger as he gave you the signal to relax. “Let’s drink to our friendship while we let these two hash out the details.”

You stood up from your stool with a deep sigh as you moved towards your new partner. The man looked like he wanted to murder you, and you just gave him a wicked grin. He seemed to relax as you went over the plan with him, not really offering any notes, just grunting in acknowledgement as his eyes roamed over your body. You managed to come to a grudging agreement and made plans to meet in two days to carry everything out.

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You had been waiting outside the club for 10 minutes when Pronge finally parked his sedan across the street. He leered as he walked towards you, eyes drinking you in. You looked extremely different than the last time he saw you, relaxed in a flowing dress that stopped mid-thigh and plunged almost all the way down to your navel.

“You always dress like a whore on the job?” He grumbled as the two of you headed to the entrance.

“Sure. You always dress like a clown?” You asked, wincing at the painful pattern on his shirt.

“Fucking bitch.” He muttered under his breath, not quite low enough that you couldn’t hear him.

“That’s right.” You said, your eyes roaming around the club as you looked for your man. “There he is.”

There was a group of young men in a booth at the back. The leader bent to snort a line of coke off the table before screaming for more drinks.

“What a fucking moron.” Pronge said from directly behind you. You could feel the suffocating heat of his body against your back as you stretched your neck. You sensed his eyes boring into you, searing over your bare flesh.

“Wait for my signal.” You muttered as you moved towards the dance floor, winding your way through the crowd smoothly until you positioned yourself in front of the mark’s table.

Pronge moved around the edge of the dancefloor as he kept an eye on you, you even danced like a slut. Your eyes were fixed on the mark as you gyrated to the music. It didn’t take long for the idiot to notice you. Your hands wandered all over your body as you swayed drunkenly, tracing the curves of your breasts and running over your neck languidly before dropping to your hips and teasing the hem of your skirt higher on your thighs.

He felt his dick starting to get hard as he watched you move, fighting the urge to pull you into an alley and fuck you until you couldn’t talk. His bitch wife had been refusing to put out for months, but ever since he first saw you in that alley, you’re all he could think about. He just wanted to shove his cock in that smart mouth of yours and shut you up for good. He had dreams about wrapping his hands around your throat as he ruined your pussy, marking your tits with his teeth as he split you open.

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. He did his best to school his thoughts as he watched the mark move to join you. He felt himself tense as he watched the moron slot himself behind you and grind against your ass. His hands roamed over your torso until he was cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly as you dropped your head back against his shoulder with a moan, arching into his grasp.

Robert lost his patience and stormed towards the bathroom, slamming the door open as he strode inside. His did his best to control his breathing as he checked the stalls for occupants. He heard your laugh coming from the corridor and he scrambled to conceal himself, perching on top of a toilet and closing the stall door as you entered the bathroom.

You were giggling breathlessly as the idiot mouthed at your neck. He ripped the sleeves of your dress down your arms until your tits were exposed, and you sighed as your nipples pebbled in the air. Your mark bent to run his mouth over your chest sloppily as he fumbled with his belt.

Pronge lowered himself to the floor gingerly, splaying his palm on the stall door and pushing it open slowly. Your eyes shot open and did your best to swallow a hiss. Something must have tipped off the mark, because he straightened suddenly and turned around.

You growled at Robert and wrapped your arms around the mark’s neck before he had a chance to raise the alarm, squeezing hard enough that his oxygen was cut off. Your eyes bored into his as you choked the man, bringing him to his knees as you crouched behind him, your body curled tightly around his. Pronge’s cock was pressing painfully against the front of his pants as he watched you work. Your dress gathered around your waist and your makeup smeared all over your face as the muscles in your arms strained with the effort of strangling the man.

He finally stopped fighting you, and you moved to grip his head at crown and chin before wrenching your arms in two different directions, snapping his neck. You dropped the body to the floor and stood slowly to glare at Pronge, your nostrils flaring.

“You’re supposed to be in the alley.” You seethed as you pulled your dress back over your shoulders, moving to check the hall for any alarm.

“You moved faster than I was expecting.” He hissed, climbing one of the toilets to open the small window to the alley. He gripped a pipe running over the ceiling and lifted himself up enough to shove his legs through. He moved his hands to brace against the sill as he slid through the narrow opening, his broad shoulders just barely able to fit through the frame. He dropped into the alley and looked around, ensuring there were no witnesses.

It was only a few seconds before you were shoving the body through the window for Pronge to catch. He couldn’t deny he was impressed. You were stronger than you looked to be able to lift all that dead weight through a window 8 feet off the ground. He caught it easily and hauled it to the Mr. Freezy truck, shoving it in the back before moving back to the window.

He came back to find you with your legs dangling from the window as you slid through. You dropped softly on the balls of your feet, being careful not to roll your ankles as you landed in your stilettos.

Robert was leering as you strutted past him, your hips swaying suggestively as you made your way to the truck, wrenching open the doors and stepping inside. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling out slowly as you worked to wrap the body in plastic sheeting.

The two of you reached the warehouse in a little under an hour. Robert backed the truck into the loading bay and threw it in park before moving around to open the dock doors. He opened the back doors of the truck and tossed the body over his shoulder as you stepped out.

“Just head straight through.” He instructed you. You gave him a nod over your shoulder as you headed in. He grinned wickedly to himself as he watched your ass swinging back and forth in those heels, moving to follow you.

You found the old slaughterhouse easily and lowered a hook over the drain in the floor as he came to stand behind you, close enough that he had you on edge.

Once the hook was low enough, you moved forward in tandem. You ripped the plastic sheeting off the body as Pronge moved to wrap the hook and chain around the ankles. Once everything was secure, you stepped back to raise the chain.

Robert was still watching like a hawk. You did your best to ignore his eyes on you as you stood with one hip cocked, one heel tapping impatiently on the slanted floor.

Once it was at the required height, you stepped forward to drain the body without an ounce of hesitation, pulling a hunting knife out of your bag.

He growled from deep in his chest as he watched you work, leaned against the railing surrounding the killing floor, his cock starting to harden again as you stepped back, wiping your blade on a handkerchief.

“Almost forgot, Pronge.” You said, digging your hand in your purse and pulling out a pistol. You grinned at the panic on his face before flipping the gun in your hand so the grip was pointed at him. “This is yours.”

He took it from you warily and shoved it into the waist of his slacks, eyes still boring into you as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“We’ve got some time to kill sweetheart.” He murmured as you moved to walk past him, heading back towards the loading bay.

Just like that he was on you, one giant hand wrapping around your throat as he slammed you against the wall, your head cracking against the concrete and your teeth snapping together painfully. You brought your knife up whip fast and pressed it to his throat at the same time he drew the gun from his waistband and pressed it to your abdomen.

“You’re just turning me on even more, kitten.” He leered at you, slipping the gun down the curve of your hip and drawing the hem of your skirt up your thigh with the barrel. He brushed the edge of his hand against your panties, groaning at how soaked you were.

He brought his other hand down and shredded the thin fabric easily, tucking the ruins in his back pocket before digging his fingers into your hip, gripping you hard enough to draw bruises. He sneered at you as he slipped the gun between your legs, running the barrel between your folds and teasing it against your clit, making you arch into him with a hiss.

“God, what a fucking slut you are.” He chuckled as he slipped the cool metal over your sex, your arousal soaking the steel as you writhed against it. “Acting so stuck up, and here this cunt is begging for me. Maybe I should fuck you with my gun, would you like that?”

He pressed the tip of the barrel against your entrance and you spat in his face, pressing the knife further into his neck and giving a mock sound of sympathy as a drop of blood welled at the tip.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, fucker.” You ordered him, grinding yourself into the steel as another round of arousal seeped from your pussy as it clenched around nothing.

“Oho, you bitch. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He growled menacingly at you as you slipped your hand under the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one at a time at an agonizing pace as you kept your blade trained on his jugular.

“Promises, promises.” You tutted, the coil in your abdomen growing tighter and tighter as you dug your nails into Robert’s chest, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.

He pressed the gun against your clit violently and grinned as you fell apart. Your legs trembled as you release gushed over the now-warm steel. You bit your lip as you gave a low moan, your cunt fluttering as came down from your high.

“That’s right, whore.” He withdrew the gun from between your legs and brought it up to his face, running his tongue over the barrel and moaning at the taste of you. He tossed the weapon aside carelessly before bringing his hands up to wrench the sleeves of your dress over your shoulders, until it was pooled around your ankles.

“Just fucking look at that.” He murmured as his eyes raked over you. “No wonder the Genoveses keep you a secret.”

He brought one hand to dig painfully into your breast as his other slipped between your thighs. You removed the knife from his neck before slashing it across his chest in a quick motion, making him hiss as you ducked your head to drag your tongue over the wound, moaning as the metallic taste of his blood hit your tongue.

His backhand sent your sprawling, your teeth cutting the inside of your cheek as the knife flew out of your hand. You laughed darkly as you straightened back up, spitting the blood out of your mouth as you watched him strip off his clothes.

“I’m gonna split you open and break you apart, cunt.” He spat as he stalked towards you. His body had an air of menace about it, thick corded muscles stretched over his frame that was covered in scars. “And you’re gonna fucking thank me.”

You groaned as he pounced on you, his mouth moving to trace your breasts hungrily as his fingers dug into the small of your back. You sucked in a harsh breath and wrapped your fingers in his hair painfully as you felt him sink his teeth into you and he moaned into your soft flesh. He moved his teeth over your tits in a vicious trail, marking you with them.

“Fuck.” You hissed as a particularly deep bite had him drawing blood.

He wrenched himself up to glare at you and wrapped his hand around your throat tight enough that it was cutting off your oxygen.

“I don’t wanna hear another word out of that mouth of yours.” He growled, pressing you against the wall again. “I’d shut you up with my cock, but I wanna wreck that hole between your legs first.”

He slapped his swollen tip against your pussy once before spearing into you. He grinned wolfishly as he felt your throat vibrating under his hand and he bent to scrape his teeth over your jaw.

“God, this whore pussy is so fucking tight.” He growled into your ear. “You’re squeezing me so hard, you gonna cum already?”

He felt you stiffen for a beat and then you were quivering around him, a thin whine escaping from your tightened throat as you raked your fingers down the muscles of his back, drawing deep gauges with your nails.

He slammed your head against the wall hard enough to draw blood as your release seeped over his cock, leaking down the inside of your thighs as you fought the urge to pass out.

Robert released you suddenly, his hand leaving your throat as he pulled out. You only had a second to suck in a breath as he spun you around, tilting your hips just a bit before slamming into you again. You pressed your cheek against the wall as he plunged into you brutally.

You let out a series of small whimpers as he pinched your nipples harshly, tugging at them and pulling your tits away from your body. You fought the urge to yelp when he slapped them, making your pussy clamp down on his cock as he fucked into you.

“What a good little slut you are.” He hissed in against your hair, smearing his face through the blood seeping from your head wound. “Yeah, you love the feel of my big fucking cock inside you?”

The only answer you could give was a low moan, followed by a gasp as he wrapped a hand around to pinch your clit.

“That’s right bitch, cream all over me. God you’re fucking cock drunk, aren’t you?”

You just whined as he tweaked your clit one more time and you came apart, your legs giving out. Robert wrapped a hand around your thigh and drew it up to pin against your waist as your body quivered against him, your pussy milking his cock as your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Fuck.” He whispered as his cock twitched inside you and he sank his teeth into your shoulder as he came, blood welling into his mouth as you cried wordlessly and he shot his seed into you, coating your canal in thick hot ropes that seeped out over your thighs.

He kept fucking you through it until he started to soften, then shoved you against the wall violently, pulling away and spitting your blood out of his mouth.

He watched you closely as you turned around, doing his best to keep from hardening again as he looked at you. Your hips and thighs were covered in bruises that were sure to darken even more over the next few days. There was the trace of his hand over your neck that you were absentmindedly running your fingers over. The side of your face where he had slapped you was starting to swell, a shallow cut running along your cheekbone. Blood was leaking from the corner of your mouth and your chest was covered in angry bite marks, some of them bleeding.

You wiped your hand across your face as you stared back at him, wincing. He didn’t look any better. His chest was covered in deep scratches and claw marks, smeared with blood from the cut on his chest. A thin red trail was running down his neck from the shallow prick you had made under his chin. His face was smeared with your blood from where he had buried himself in your hair, and when he turned to collect his clothes, you admired the deep gauges you’d made in his back.

“That was something.” You murmured, catching your dress in mid-air as he tossed it at you. You flicked your head towards where the body was suspended and gave a deep sigh. “Where’s your bonesaw?”

A/N: Welp, I’m going to hell, but at least I’m taking you hoes with me!

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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So I’m watching ER reruns and while I don’t know if you watched or watch it, the nurse Lydia’s husband Al, who is a cop, I honestly think could be a good cast for Dominick Snr. The actor is called Mike Genovese (birth name is Peter too!) and is currently 79 years old but a reasonable birth year to be father to Dominick but also his two older sisters too.

my mom religiously watched ER, so i've seen a handful of episodes but that was like, 25 years ago, so i dont remember much. so i can't say much on if he'd be a good cast! lol (and i am far too lazy to look it up right now. if i remember later i might). but if anyone else knows more about er/the actor? for now i trust your judgement nonny!!!

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svucarisiaddict · 2 years

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I loved that shoe. I just rewatched the series a few months ago.

I agree. He very well could play Sonny’s dad!

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moosefire-blog · 3 years

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The Bystander Effect

Understanding the Bystander Effect

Hello! Edward here. In this blog post, I will be talking about the Bystander Effect: What it is, why it happens, some examples, and what people can do to promote the helping of others and reduce the occurrence of this effect.

The Bystander Effect, also called bystander apathy, is where people are less likely to help someone in need in the presence of other people, or bystanders. You may have seen a show related to this social effect called “What would you do?”. This show, presented by John Quiñones, tests to see what actions people would take in public scenarios using actors.

Why does this happen? Social Influence, environmental factors, and the diffusion of responsibility have significant influence on becoming bystanders instead of upstanders.

Pluralistic Influence: In environments where the urgency of a situation is ambiguous, social comparison theory plays consistent with how people often behave. If people act calmly in the event of an emergency, bystanders will be unlikely to see the situation as urgent and assume that nothing is wrong. This snowballs into pluralistic ignorance, where other bystanders adhere to the actions of the majority based on their actions. In addition, situational and cultural norms, for example, not being allowed on a specific premise prevent people from thinking to help someone in need.

Evaluation Apprehension: Individuals may fear possible legal or liability issues when helping someone and also fear being judged by people around them in public.

Diffusion of Responsibility: The more bystanders there are in a situation, the responsibility that one feels in the situation decreases. If it was one person in an emergency situation to help someone, that person would feel the weight of the responsibility as they are the only ones who can make a difference.

It may be easy to think to ourselves that we would be an upstander, but there are examples and research that indicate this is not the case.

In 1964 on March 13, Kitty Genovese was stabbed in multiple instances with 37 neighbors watching. Because of the diffusion of responsibility, nobody called the police until 50 minutes after she was first seen by the neighbors.

There also have been experiments made to test the bystander effect. A very early experiment by Latané & Darley gave participants a questionnaire and poured in smoke-like steam into the room. Seventy-five percent of participants answering alone had acted in response to the smoke ,while less than forty percent of participants in a group of three acted in response.

A recent study in 2018 by Rudd Hortensius and Beatrice de Gelder, neuroimaging was used, specifically fMRI, to study bystander apathy while studying with a different amount of bystanders. It found that the bystander effect is not a cognitive decision made, rather a reflexive feeling that can lead to a lack of action when in a group of people.

So what can we do?

Going against the reflexive currents of the bystander effect and catching ourselves in these situations is a hard task. A few ways to have better preparedness in emergency situations is to have CPR/medical and defense training, but a more effective way to combat against the bystander effect is to help and bring optimism from oneself. Being one to underline possible critical situations when pluralistic ignorance is one of the few ways to combat the bystander effect. An active upstander can help people focus on the problem and instigate action. From the US Department of Justice, seventy percent of assaults and fifty-two percent of robberies have bystanders present. But being a bystander is not limited to in-person situations. Cyberbullying, social issues, social media, and environmental issues all can be related to the bystander effect. I hope this will serve as a reminder to be mindful of our environment and considerate to the people around us and connected to us.

Works Cited

Blagg, Robert D. “Diffusion of Responsibility.” Encyclopædia Britannica, Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., 7 Jan. 2019, www.britannica.com/topic/bystander-effect/Diffusion-of-responsibility. This review article brings general facts about the bystander effect and a famous example of the bystander effect. (Review)

Emeghara, U. (2020, Sept 24). Bystander effect and diffusion of responsibility. Simply Psychology. https://www.simplypsychology.org/bystander-effect.html This review article goes into specifics of the diffusion of responsibility and the bystander effect, as well as overviews of many research studies on the effect. (Review)

Planty, Mike. “Third-Party Involvement in Violent Crime, 1993-99.” US Department of Justice, US Department of Justice, July 2002, www.bjs.gov/content/pub/pdf/tpivc99.pdf. This report made by the US Department of Justice gives statistics on the amount of crimes with people in the environment and time. (Empirical)

Ruud Hortensius, Beatrice de Gelder. “From Empathy to Apathy: The Bystander Effect Revisited - Ruud Hortensius, Beatrice De Gelder, 2018.” SAGE Journals, Sage Journals, 1 Aug. 2018, journals.sagepub.com/doi/full/10.1177/0963721417749653. This research study delves into using neuroimaging to see whether the bystander effect is a cognitive decision or a natural reflex. (Empirical)

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cineperks · 4 years

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2018: My first cinephile year

Here’s a list of all the movies I’ve seen in 2018:

03/01 Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961) | dir. Blake Edwards

13/01 American Assassin (2017) | dir. Michael Cuesta

13/01 Becoming Jane (2007) | dir. Julian Jarrold

23/01 The Rocky Horror Picture Show: Let's Do The Time Warp Again (2016) | dir. Kenny Ortega

24/01 Chicago (2002) | dir. Rob Marshall

25/01 The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) | dir. Jim Sharman

25/01 You, Me and Him (2017) | dir. Daisy Aitkens

26/01 Bridget's Jones Diary (2001) | dir. Sharon Maguire

27/01 Hidden Figures (2016) | dir. Theodore Melfi

29/01 The Shape Of Water (2017) | dir. Guillermo del Toro

29/01 Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984) | dir. Michael Radford

30/01 Downsizing (2017) | dir. Alexander Payne

03/02 Lion (2016) | dir. Garth Davis

07/02 Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) | dir. Martin McDonagh

08/02 The Post (2017) | dir. Steven Spielberg

15/02 Fabrizio De André: Principe Libero (2018) | dir. Luca Facchini

17/02 Perfetti Sconosciuti (2016) | dir. Paolo Genovese

17/02 How To Be Single (2016) | dir. Christian Ditter

17/02 The Help (2011) | dir. Tate Taylor

24/02 La La Land (2016) | dir. Damien Chazelle | rewatched

25/02 Mamma o papà? (2017) | dir. Riccardo Milani

26/02 Jackie (2016) | dir. Pablo Larraìn

28/02 The Hours (2002) | dir. Stephen Daldry

01/03 Lady Bird (2017) | dir. Greta Gerwig

09/03 Howards End (1992) | dir. James Ivory

17/03 Moonlight (2016) | dir. Barry Jenkins

23/03 The Light Between The Oceans (2016) | dir. Derek Cianfrance

24/03 Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994) | dir. Mike Newell

28/03 Midnight in Paris (2011) | dir. Woody Allen

28/03 Men in Black (1997) | dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

29/03 Memento (2000) | dir. Christopher Nolan

28/04 Maze Runner: The Death Cure (2018) | dir. Wes Ball

30/04 Deepwater Horizon (2016) | dir. Peter Berg

05/05 Beauty and the Beast (2017) | dir. Bill Condon | rewatched

06/05 La La Land (2016) | dir. Damien Chazelle | rewatched

21/05 Sono Tornato (2018) | dir. Luca Miniero

31/05 A casa tutti bene (2018) | dir. Gabriele Muccino

31/05 Groundhog Day (1993) | dir. Harold Ramis

02/06 The Matrix (1999) | dir. Lilly & Lana Wachowski

03/06 West Side Story (1961) | dir. Robert Wise, Jerome Robbins

08/06 The Place (2017) | dir. Paolo Genovese

23/06 Love & Friendship (2016) | dir. Whit Stillman

14/07 Trainspotting (1996) | dir. Danny Boyle

18/07 Io c'è (2018) | dir. Alessandro Aronadio

19/07 Falling Down (1993) | dir. Joel Schumacher

26/07 Pitch Perfect (2012) | dir. Jason Moore

26/07 Pitch Perfect 2 (2015) | dir. Elizabeth Banks

26/07 Pitch Perfect 3 (2017) | dir. Trish Sie

26/07 Ocean's Eleven (2001) | dir. Steven Soderbergh

03/08 Ocean's Twelve (2004) | dir. Steven Soderbergh

09/08 The Boss Baby (2017) | dir. Tom McGrath

10/08 Get Out (2017) | dir. Jordan Peele

12/08 Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) |dir. Ol Parker

13/08 Mamma Mia! (2008) | dir. Phyllida Lloyd |rewatched

13/08 Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri (2017) | dir. Martin McDonagh | rewatched

14/08 Love Happens (2009) | dir. Brandon Camp

19/08 Blow (2001) | dir. Ted Demme

30/08 The Fault in Our Stars (2014) | dir. Josh Boone | rewatched

04/09 Tonno Spiaggiato (2018) | dir. Matteo Martinez

08/09 Pride & Prejudice (2005) | dir. Joe Wright | rewatched

08/09 The Shape of Water (2017) | dir. Guillermo del Toro | rewatched

13/09 A Clockwork Orange (1971) | dir. Stanley Kubrick

13/09 68 Kill (2017) | dir. Trent Haaga

22/09 Il Vegetale (2018) | dir. Gennaro Nunziante

13/10 Home Again (2017) | dir. Hallie Meyers-Shyer

15/10 Downsizing (2017) | dir. Alexander Payne |rewatched

23/10 Dr Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb (1964) | dir. Stanley Kubrick

24/10 Pleasantville (1998) | dir. Gary Ross

25/10 Les Misérables (2012) | dir. Tom Hooper

17/11 Ocean's Eight (2018) | dir. Gary Ross

18/11 Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (2018) | dir. David Yates

19/11 Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them (2016) | dir. David Yates | rewatched

01/12 The Holiday (2006) | dir. Nancy Meyers

02/12 Wreck-It Ralph (2012) | dir. Rich Moore

08/12 Cam (2018) | dir. Daniel Goldhaber

08/12 Love Actually (2003) | dir. Richard Curtis

09/12 Bohemian Rhapsody | dir. Bryan Singer

10/12 A Christmas Prince (2017) | dir. Alex Zamm

11/12 A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding (2018) | dir. John Schultz

12/12 Las Leyes de la Termodinàmica (2018) | dir. Mateo Gil

15/12 A Bad Moms Christmas (2017) | dir. Jon Lucas, Scott Moore

17/12 Funny Girl (1968) | dir. William Wyler

19/12 Tangled (2010) | dir. Byron Howard, Nathan Greno

21/12 Mary Poppins Returns (2018) | dir. Rob Marshall

23/12 The Man Who Invented Christmas (2017) | dir. Bharat Nalluri

24/12 The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) | dir. Henry Selick

24/12 Trading Places (1983) | dir. John Landis | rewatched

28/12 Mary Poppins (1964) | dir. Robert Stevenson | rewatched

29/12 Wonder (2017) | dir. Stephen Chbosky

30/12 Sulla Mia Pelle (2018) | dir. Alessio Cremonini

Total: 90 movies. Good start but I can do better!

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President Barabbas

The mob chose a mobster. Elections have consequences.

by Greg Olear

"Easter is a very special day for me ... Easter Sunday, and you'll have packed churches all over our country.” —Donald John Trump, 24 March 2020

I WAS RAISED Catholic, which meant that every Sunday, come hell or high water, we went to church. The Catholic Mass is extremely rote. There’s a lot of call-and-response, a lot of standing up and sitting down, a lot of the same material, repeated over and over and over again. The Apostles’ Creed, for example, has been recited at Mass, in much the same way, since it was codified at the Council of Nicaea during the reign of Constantine the Great, a mere 17 centuries ago.

The best day of the liturgical year, in my recollection, was Palm Sunday. The priest always shared the same story: Pontius Pilate, the Roman prefect, appeared before his subjects in Jerusalem on the occasion of Passover, and agreed to free a single Jewish prisoner. The mob had to choose: should Pilate free Jesus, the alleged “King of the Jews,” or Barabbas, a notorious criminal? Whereupon we, role-playing in the pews, would cry, WE WANT BARABBAS! My brother and I shouted with gusto, to my mother’s extreme annoyance: WE WANT BARABBAS! And so the killer was set free, and Christ condemned to die.

I didn’t know at the time that this passage, perpetuating as it does the “Jews killed Jesus” myth, was used for centuries by anti-Semites to justify their despicable deeds. I never interpreted it that way. To me, the story is about how mobs, led as they are by riled-up morons, can easily be fooled and manipulated into voting against their best interests.

The 2016 election is a recent example of how the angry masses, presented with a clear choice of good guy versus bad guy, chose unwisely. It’s not fair to either party to compare Hillary Clinton with Jesus Christ, and Pontius Pilate did not use the Electoral College system in determining whom to pardon, but notorious criminal Donald John Trump is absolutely President Barabbas. The mob went with the mobster.

Three years into the Trump Administration, and a shocking number of the president’s associates are either in prison, about to head to prison, under indictment, or under investigation. There is Paul Manafort, Trump’s campaign chair, currently incarcerated. There is Michael Cohen, Trump’s longtime personal attorney, fixer, and bagman: ditto. There is the treacherous Michael Flynn, awaiting his sentence (or, perhaps, his pardon). There is Trump’s longtime buddy and shadow campaign advisor Roger Stone, soon to toddle off to the hoosegow. There’s also those who have not yet been indicted because of the nefarious machinations of the corrupt Attorney General, William Barr: Rudy Giuliani, Jared Kushner, Mike Pompeo, Mike Pence, Mick Mulvaney, Erik Prince, and Trump’s lousy kids Ivanka, Eric, and Don Junior.

What is remarkable here, aside from the obvious fact that Trump cavorts with an uncanny number of crooks, is that none of these people has flipped. Manafort pretended to, only to ratfuck the FBI. Flynn, too, lied to investigators. Only Cohen gave up some dirt—but how much did he really surrender? The thing is, the rest of these people aren’t nearly as hard. Trump wants to pardon Roger Stone because he knows him well enough to know that he will sing to stay out of the Big House. Jared Kushner, aka Boy Plunder, has done so many illicit things that he will keep FBI agents busy for years; is Mr. Ivanka really not going to flip to avoid prison? And I can’t imagine Don Junior exhibiting the same trollish swagger around Cellblock D.

Trump’s partners in crime are all selfish assholes. They have no real loyalty. Giuliani, for example, loathes Trump with every fiber of his noxious being. He’s only protecting him out of his own self-interest. At some point, to preserve themselves, these fuckers will all turn on each other, and it will be the end of Reservoir Dogs all up in here: a bunch of petty crooks threatening to take each other down.

So why haven’t they?

A big queen sits in the middle of the stalemated chessboard, preventing all movement. The queen’s name is William Barr. He is the titular Attorney General of the United States, but his actual function is to slow-roll the Department of Justice from its takedown of Trump and his co-conspirators. To that end, he holds up witnesses. He stymies evidence from being sent to prosecutors. He cock-blocks US Attorneys, sure as he cock-blocked Mueller. He kicks the can and kicks it again and again and again, hoping to run out the clock. Barr has been so successful that the GOP is not even remotely worried about the bad stuff coming out. He’s gummed up the works so badly that we couldn’t even get witnesses at the fucking impeachment trial.

With a big, fat cork in the bottle of evidence, Trump and his fellow criminals do not have to fear retribution from law enforcement for as long as he stays in office. The only danger now is if they turn on each other. If they respect omertà, they are golden. Thus it is in all of their interests—Trump’s, but also Pence’s, McConnell’s, Pompeo’s, Kushner’s, and so on—to stay the course. These people will do anything, including exacerbate a global health crisis, to not get caught. They don’t care if we die. Repeat: they don’t care if we die. As Mr. White says in Reservoir Dogs: “The choice between doing ten years and taking out some stupid motherfucker, ain’t no choice at all.”

What are they hiding?

In Trump’s case, generations of criminal involvement with the mob—first La Cosa Nostra, later the Russian mafiya. His grandfather was a minor pimp at the dawn of the organized crime era, but Donald’s father, Fred Trump, was, as Lincoln’s Bible tells us, “a businessman front for the Genovese crime family.”

To best understand Fred, just track his rise from single-family home construction to big residential developments. From Shore Haven (1947) to Beach Haven to Trump Village, all were done with known mafia partners, in Genovese-controlled territory, and eventually with a fully Genovese-owned construction company (HRH Construction).

When the Russian mafiya began rolling in, they landed in Fred’s properties and partnered with the Genovese on some big ticket scams. This was also during the time that Fred and his attorney Roy Cohn set up S&A concrete (via Nick Auletta)—a joint venture between Tony Salerno (Genovese boss) and Paul Castellano (Gambino boss), so that donald could build in Manhattan. Remember donald’s quote, “Even my father, he said, you don’t want to go to Manhattan. That’s not our territory?” That’s because Manhattan, for construction, was Gambino territory. They controlled the concrete and unions. And Fred was a very loyal, shrewd front for the Genovese. To get his idiot, greedy kid into Manhattan, Fred and Roy Cohn had to get those two mob bosses to agree on a joint venture.

When the Russian mafiya pushed out the Italian mob after the fall of the Soviet Union, Donald Trump began laundering money for unseemly Vor associates of Semion Mogilevich. The Russians extended him credit when no US bank would touch him, and he remains in their debt—a fact the Mazars and Deutsche Bank documents will reveal, which is why Trump has moved heaven and earth to keep said documents secret.

Because the Russian mafiya works hand in glove with the Russian government, Trump is also, as Hillary Clinton correctly told us four years ago, Putin’s puppet. His ties to Russian intelligence (Putin, remember, is ex-KGB) go back decades. Recruitment of Trump by the KGB began in the Reagan Administration; for all we know, his succession of ex-Soviet-bloc wives better reflect his allegiance to the Soviets than his taste in women. He is also connected to the Russian organized crime via his friend Jeffrey Epstein, a collector of kompromat and money launderer for arms dealers; Epstein’s longtime partner was Ghislaine Maxwell, daughter of Robert Maxwell, the spy and former business partner of, yes, Semion Mogilevich.

Trump’s underworld ties were all there in 2016, barely below the surface, for all the world to see. Wayne Barrett wrote about them for the Village Voice. Robert Friedman alluded to them in Red Mafiya. Craig Unger covers them closely in House of Trump, House of Putin. The mainstream media knew damned well what the guy really was, but chose to equate Trump’s years of actual mobbed-up crimes with HRC’s email server. The result? Every half-wit Fox News watcher proclaims, with a straight face, that Hillary, not Donald, is the crook!

Truth: Trump is a notorious criminal, a serial rapist and sexual assailant, wholly owned by the mob, controlled by the underworld and the Kremlin. He is a latter-day Barabbas—and because of the whims of a riled-up mob, he’s now, somehow, the President of the United States. Make no mistake: If he thinks it will help him avoid prosecution, he will order the churches open for Easter without qualm or hesitation. In his calculus, Jesus gave up His life for us, so we should give up our lives for Trump. He will happily pervert the holiest of Christian holy days to get what he wants. To this monster, nothing is sacred..

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USGA: U.S. Senior Open Championship Practice Concludes

As evening falls on Wednesday, so does the final practice round for the field of 156 golfers. Gathering as much information about the course as they can for the tournament that kicks-off on Thursday. Wednesday’s weather conditions were nice, compared to what the four day tournament temperatures will be. Keep hydrated is the word from tournament officials.

The next four days will be a treat…

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SABATO 6 APRILE 2019 AL GALATA MUSEO DEL MARE PRENDE IL VIA LA STAGIONE 2019 DI ELECTROPARK FESTIVAL

Musica elettronica e una video-installazione, nel segno della valorizzazione del patrimonio storico e artistico della Superba. Ad alzare il sipario su questa prima anticipazione dell’ottava edizione di Electropark, Kluentah, Dagdrom, Yú e Matteo Castiglioni

Genova – Comincia dal Galata Museo del Mare il 2019 di Electropark, festival internazionale di musica elettronica e sperimentazione artistica in edifici storici e luoghi non convenzionali. L’ottava edizione, in programma a ottobre, è anticipata da “Electropark meets Museo del Mare” di sabato 6 aprile (ore 22), con gli show di Kluentah, Dagdrom, Yù e Matteo Castiglioni. Electropark è un progetto culturale promosso dall’associazione culturale Forevergreen.fm in collaborazione con Goethe-Institut-Genua, Palazzo Ducale Fondazione per la Cultura, Teatro Nazionale di Genova, Teatro della Tosse, Suq Festival, Palazzo Reale Mibac, Coldiretti Pesca, 518 Bar & Restaurant, Abbey Hostel, con il sostegno del Comune di Genova e della Compagnia di San Paolo nell’ambito del programma Performing Arts.

«In questa preview del festival – racconta Alessandro Mazzone di Forevergreen.fm, direttore di Electropark – incontriamo un’istituzione della cultura genovese che abbiamo già incontrato in altre occasioni del progetto: il Galata Museo del Mare. Comincia da qui la nostra stagione, che nel corso dell’anno farà diverse tappe in città che culmineranno con il festival a ottobre». Ad alzare il sipario di questa prima anticipazione sull’ottava edizione di Electropark Kluentah, Dagdroom, Yú e Matteo Castiglioni. «Dal 2012 cerchiamo di valorizzare il territorio genovese – prosegue Mazzone – attraverso le note suonate da dj di assoluto valore, e questa anteprima conferma i nostri intenti. Dopo il set di apertura di Yú, il fiorentino Dagdrom porta il pubblico verso sonorità ipnotiche e ritmi techno, che saranno cavalcati in progressione dallo stile acid electro di Kluentah, che conclude la serata. A cornice della musica, un’installazione visiva di Matteo Castiglioni ci immerge nella storia del mare e della navigazione come omaggio al luogo che ci ospita».

Ingresso a 12 €. Electropark è un progetto di Forevergreen.fm finalizzato a rilanciare il percorso di attivazione e valorizzazione di edifici e luoghi del Centro Storico genovese attraverso la musica elettronica.

I PROTAGONISTI DI “ELECTROPARK MEETS MUSEO DEL MARE”

Kluentah è il moniker in solitaria del dj e producer elettronico Mike Van Olphen, di base ad Amburgo. Forte dell’esperienza come membro del duo Fallbeil, assieme a Wosto, con il quale hanno rilasciato nel tempo importanti pubblicazioni su etichette come la Return to Disorder di Helena Hauff, Valcrond Video, Mannequin, Contort Yourself, Public System Recordings e Mechatronica, Kluentah si sta confermando adesso anche singolarmente come prolifico producer tramite uno stile sospeso tra cavalcate acid electro e ritmi techno. Due anni fa Il suo debutto solista con l’ep Muskelbein, e da allora non si è più fermato bissando sia con l’ep Taubens su Sister Rec. sia recentemente fondando la sua etichetta Zement.

Dagdrom è il moniker dietro cui Francesco Baldi ruota dischi sui piatti. Dopo le esperienze come resident dj per la crew fiorentina Lattex+ e organizzatore di club nights a nome Hypnodelic, Francesco ha fondato assieme a Sciahri l’etichetta Sublunar Records, dedita a rilasciare su vinile sonorità techno sempre più ipnotiche e profonde.

Yú é il fondatore del collettivo di Milano RAW, dietro cui si nascondono militanti dj equipaggiati con dischi infiammati per corpi caldi e menti pensanti. Volontariamente refrattario a seguire mode o generi musicali, Raw coinvolge in viaggi sonori sempre diversi tra loro. Per l’occasione, il capofila del gruppo Yu riscalderà i motori con un set immerso nello spazio profondo tra galassie lontane.

Matteo Castiglioni, proveniente dalla scuola di musica elettronica del Conservatorio di Milano, si dedica alla ricerca sonora, visiva e audiovisiva. Con il duo t.e.s.o. ha prodotto quattro dischi, l’ultimo dei quali sull’etichetta inglese Aperture Records, e concerti audiovisivi tra cui “A_meba”, “Alberi” e “Absolutly free”. Nel 2014 fonda la laptop Orchestra “1h20nein” con cui produce concerti audiovisivi commissionati per il conservatorio di Birmingham, il museo del ‘900, la Triennale di Milano, l’Auditorium San Fedele. Tra il 2015 e il 2018 progetta l’installazione interattiva “neMachine”, l’installazione cinetica “Making Traces”, l’installazione audio-visiva “Freddo Flusso” e per Electropark l’installazione immersiva “Movimento Continuo”. E’ fondatore dello “Studio Murena” insieme a Giovanni Ferrazzi e Maurizio Gazzola e ha prodotto le video-scenografie per le opere liriche “Elisir D’amore”, “Alfred Alfred” (in collaborazione con l’accademia di Brera), “Amor y odio”, “Cantor Caffè” e “Shakespeare ‘900”.

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