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Thou Shalt Not Kill. It is a commandment, perhaps the most important one. Thou Shalt Not Kill - but there is a caveat, an exception to the rule. In times of war, even your clergyman will slap you on the back, hand you a chocolate bar, and send you off to kill. Bill Russo's tale, The Death Squad, is the story of Private Shadow of the Union Army, who near the end of the U.S. Civil War is assigned to a firing squad which must kill 80 prisoners a day. Shadow dislikes the horrid duty and soon grows to dread it, and tries to find a way out.
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GET READY FOR METAL UNITED DOWN UNDER!
On April the 22nd taking place at the Bendigo Hotel in Melbourne is the event Metal United Down Under. Featuring a whole host of amazing bands like Sabïre and Wicked Smile, the event is guaranteed to bring a storm. Doors for the event will be at 5.30pm and tickets will be priced at $25.00.
Tickets are available here: eventbrite.com.au
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The 1811 #German Coast #uprising was a #revolt of #enslaved#Africans in parts of the Territory of #NewOrleans on #January 8–10, 1811. The uprising occurred on the east bank of the #Mississippi#River in what is now St. John the #Baptist, St. #Charles and #Jefferson#Parishes, #Louisiana.
While the #insurgency was the largest in US history, the #rebels killed only two white men. Confrontations with #militia and #executions after #trial#killed 95 #black people.
Between 64 and 125 #enslaved#men#marched from #sugar#plantations in and near present-day #LaPlace on the #GermanCoast toward the city of New Orleans.
They collected more men along the way. Some accounts claimed a total of 200 to 500 slaves participated. During their #two day, twenty-mile #march, the men #burned#five plantation houses (#three completely), several sugarhouses, and crops.
They were #armed mostly with #hand#tools. #White men led by officials of the territory formed militia companies, and in a battle on January 10 killed 40 to 45 of the #escaped slaves while suffering no fatalities themselves, then hunted down and killed several others without #trial.
Over the next two weeks, white planters and officials #interrogated, #tried, #executed and #decapitated an additional 44 escaped slaves who had been captured. Executions were generally by #hanging or #firingsquad. #Heads were displayed on #pikes to #intimidate other slaves.
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The Untold Story of Mata Hari The Legendary Dancer Turned Spy.The Untold Story of Mata Hari The Legendary Dancer Turned Spy.Discover the captivating tale of Mata Hari, from her rise as a legendary dancer to her involvement in espionage during World War 1. Dive into the world of mystery and allure as we uncover the web of intrigue that led to her tragic fate. #MataHari #Spy #Dancer #WorldWar1 #Espionage #Intrigue #Legend #Mystery #Allure #History #MataHari #WWISpy #LegendaryDancer #Espionage #Paris #ExoticDancer #SpyGames #DoubleAgent #FiringSquad #MysteryIcon #Intrigue #Seduction
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THE TITANIC DISASTER FUND...
The shock engendered by the sinking often reverberated on numerous planes. Many families lost their sole source of reliable income with the Titanic. On one Southampton street, every single household lost a husband, father, grandfather or son in the Titanic disaster.
Destitution followed grief as night does day. Even for those crewmen that contrived to survive the sinking, their pay stopped- quite literally- the very moment that the ship slipped under the waves.
As a result, many had to go straight back to work as soon as they were shipped back home. Any residual, underlying trauma or PTSD was simply ignored, or airbrushed out of existence.
We never consider that when looking at the Titanic story in the round. Many of those men and women no doubt suffered from survivor's guilt. Most had lost good friends and even relatives in the sinking. Today, these people would all be considered as prime candidates for intense, one on one counselling.
The world of 1912 was not fertile soil for such sentiments or succour. A 'stiff upper lip' mentality was a pernicious prerequisite for the Age of Empire.
It was exactly this kind of thinking that found its most malign manifestation in the shape of the summary courts martial and crack of dawn firing squads that were such a sad, savage feature of the Great War that was already looming in the wings...
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Awkward Car Rides (Jay White X Reader)
Summary: You have a crush on your travelling partner Jay White. While on the road you get stuck in traffic and Jay suggests playing a game. The game started out flirty and ended very steamy.
Warnings: suggestive themes, sexual questions, implied smut, cursing
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“Oh my fucking god, just fucking drive you cretin!”, you yelled as your fingers clawed around the steering wheel. Again, you were stuck in traffic. For the fifth time already. Being a wrestler was sometimes a pain in the arse. But your travelling companion, Jay White, tried his best to keep your hopes and spririts up.
“So now that we’re stuck again, how about a game?”, Jay said, trying to pry your hands from the steering wheel, because your knuckles were turning white.
You waved him off your hands and sighed. You were never a fan of his games. Either you felt like a toddler or he made you talk about embarassing childhood stories.
“Alright, hit me with it, White.”, there was no point in fighting it, you assumed.
“Ookay, I’m going to ask you questions and you have to answer them truthfully.”, he said as he looked for questions on his phone.
You smacked your hands down on the steering wheel, “Dammit Jay, you’re not going ask me about my highschool prom fiasco again, I dare you!”
His stiffled laughter and the amount of time it took him to find questions made you quite suspicious.
“Alright, I got some questions. And don’t forget: answer honestly.”, he reminded again. You nodded your head, a little bit afraid of the questions. Last time he asked a lot about childhood. And oh boy, your younger days were filled with some confusing and embarassing moments.
“Have you ever messed up in the bedroom and said the wrong name?”
“Jay!”, your eyes widened in shock and your jaw dropped, “You could’ve at least told me what kind of questions you were asking!”
“But did you though?”, he inquired, smirking at you.
You dropped your head and let out a quiet ‘Yes’.
“Can I ask questions too? I don’t want you to know everything about my bedroom habits and don’t know diddlysquat about your own.”
He held his hand up defensively, obviously being the sarcastic mark that he is, “Go ahead, I don’t have anything to hide.”
No man in the world could make your eyes roll further back into your head than he did. You wouldn’t mind him making your eyes roll back but not like this.
You tapped on your chin with your index finger, trying to find a good question. Initially your plan was to make him answer really dirty questions to make him regret trying your salty arse. But now you got too interested, too invested, to pass the opportunity to find out more about him. The other side of Jay White.
“Okay, uhm, butts or boobs?”, granted, not the most interesting question but you wanted to know anyways.
Shifting around in his seat, he scratched his chin, pretending to be thinking. “Actually, I don’t care. I take what I get, you know what I’m saying. I appreciate beauty in all it’s forms.”, he winked at you, clicking his tongue at the same time.
You were glad that you didn’t have the chance to drive currently so you could put your face in your hands and shake your head. After you were done cringing about his wannabee white knight answer you gave him the look to ask his question.
“Oh I have a good one. What’s your favourite part of a man’s body?”, he thought he got you good with this one. Too bad that you had a very different answer.
You let out a small laugh, “Honestly, this might sound ridiculous but I like backs. You know the small line you have on your back where your spine is? That’s the shite I want.”
You expected him to say something but what he did instead made you want to stab him. He turned his back to you, pulled his shirt up and started flexing his back muscles. “You mean a back like that?”
Even though you really enjoyed what you saw you just smacked him in the back of the head.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”, he laughed as he pulled his shirt back down,”Your turn.”
Mockingly, you put your tongue out. Again, you laughed, “Do you actually have a knife kink or do you just like getting the crap scratched out of you?”
“Well, the whole knife pervert thing really took off, didn’t it? Anyways, I don’t know if I’d actually want to have a knife anywhere near the bedroom. Not that I have tried either. And I’ll answer your scratching question with a compliment: You have really nice nails. Wouldn’t mind you using those on me.”
Looking down on your quite long nails, you didn’t know what to do now. The sexual tension in the car was so thick you would need a chainsaw to cut through it. You really didn’t know what to say or feel. A part of you thought he was just engaging in some teasing banter and the other part thought he likes you. Like a lot. Deciding to brush it off for now you asked him to carry on his questions.
“So, what did you think after you walked in on me changing last week backstage?”, leaning over, he rested his elbow on the armrest inbetween the two of you. He got reeeeally close to you. You could even hear him breath.
“You know that the boys set me up for that, right?”, you kind of tried to talk your way out of this.
After one show you were hanging out backstage with The Elite boys, when they asked you to get something out of one of the dressing rooms. You were suspicious at first but when you saw that the door was open you thought the air was clear. It wasn’t. As you opened the door you saw something you wouldn’t want to see in a crowded backstage place. Maybe at a more private setting. Jay was getting ready for his match that night, getting changed into his ring gear. To say the least you got a good view of his backside before frantically rushing out of the room, yelling that you were sorry. When you were back with the rest of The Elite you were certain you got played. You haven’t brought up the situation ever since and neither did Jay. Until now.
But you were done playing his games, trying to make you embarrassed. So, you started playing along. Payback so to say.
“Oh you know, I really enjoyed what I saw. A shame that it caught me off guard and made me run away.”, you turned to look at him and winked. Checkmate, you did it. He looked at you like you just grew another head. You never were one to be overly flirty or even flirt back when someone tried to chat you up. Honestly, you just thought it was awkward. And this was obviously a change of pace.
With his mouth slighty open, you decided to be even a little more cheeky. “Here, let me close that for you.”, with a smirk you grabbed his jaw and closed his mouth.
He straightened out his posture and returned completely into his seat.
“Alright,”, he said after clearing his throat, “I guess it’s your turn.”
You really took him by surprise, judging by his response.
Doubt made it’s way into your min. Maybe you took it a little too far.
You tried to shake it off and think of a new question. As your bra strap made it’s way down your shoulder, like it always does, you got it. You were known for your straps always being way to loose, so using your ‘gimmick’ seemed like a good idea.
“Can you unhook a bra with one hand?”, as you said that, you leaned towards the steering wheel, making your back easily accessable.
He obviously knew you wanted him to show you rather than just answer the question. So he did. Like a damn pro. The issue at hand was now that the traffic started to disperse a little bit because of an exit, you didn’t have your hands to fix your bra.
Jay, like the cocky bastard that he is, leaned back into his seat but kept his hand on your back. He knew exactly what your problem was now.
“Okay, nice. Good job,”, you said, pushing your arms closer together to stop your bra from completely giving away, “But do you mind closing it again? Don’t want to drive like this.”
Again, cocky like he is, he sarcastically scratched his chin, “Your question was if I can open it. So it’s my turn now.”
You sighed deeply, trying to concentrate on the road. Not your downward disappearing bra, “Whatever, go ahead.”
Without hesitation he asked, “Would you ever do it in a car?”
You didn’t know where all the confidence suddenly came from but you decided to take a chance. Just like you expected him to show how he unhooks a bra, you also wanted him to ‘experience’ your answer.
Looking around for an exit to a secluded place, you said, “Well, do you want to find out? I mean, my bra is already off.”
At first he looked like he wanted to immediately say yes, but he played it off cool. A ‘sure’ and a smirk was enough of an answer.
After a short drive, you arrived at little pull-in. As soon as you stopped the car, things turned steamy.
~Time Skip because I don’t want to bathe in holy water later~
Both you and Jay were now sprawled all over the back seat, you tracing circles on his stomach.
“Wow, I never knew you have a scar from appendix removal.”, you said, poking the scar a bit.
“Well, you’re not the only one who found out something new today.”, he said as he tried to strech himself, only to bump his fists and feet into the doors.
You turned yourself around, lying on your stomach now. Cocking your eyebrow you asked, “And that would be?”
He chuckled, brushing some hair out of your face, “That you like me. At least I assume, because from what I heard you would love to do that again.”
Playfully, you smacked his chest. “You also said some things, but I’m ladylike and don’t bring up shite like that.”
He looked a little disappointed, feeling like you rejected him. And you noticed.
“Honestly, I would love to do this again. Maybe next time not in a car after a traffic jam but after a nice dinner in some hotelroom?”, you said, looking at him as you laid your chin onto his chest.
“Is that an invitation to a date?”, he asked, tilting his head.
You just batted your pairs of long fakelashes at him. Or one. You lost one pair during your little session.
He laughed a little bit. That totally threw you off guard because you thought he was laughing at you asking him out.
“Do you really think we need to go out on dates? We skipped like the first 5 steps and went straight to the main course. I don’t want to say literally, but literally.”, he said, sitting up, taking you with him, “I really like you and you like me. Let’s just say we’re dating.”
You teasingly pulled on his hair a little bit, “Whatever you say, knife boy.”
“I’m not sure if I like that nickname.”, he chuckled a bit.
“You better do or I’m gonna call you knife pervert.”, you sat up completely, looking for your clothes that were completely scattered throughout the car. And so did he.
“By the way, we need to find my lashes. I only have one pair of these and I don’t want to buy a new one.”
A/N: Finally I’m done with this. This took me a while. Getting injured at training and lots of shite to do really messed up my schedule (like I fecking have one). I started this one like a week ago. Hope you enjoyed it. If you want me to write some more, do a sequel to this or write for someone completely different: hit me up, requests always open. Also if you want to be tagged. Only got one person to tag yet.
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South Carolina Now Ready To Carry Out Executions By Firing Squad
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Inktober day 31 - slice Final day of Inktober! For the final day i chose to draw the newest bullet club member "switchblade" @jaywhitenz !!! A man who wont hesitate to SLICE you to get ahead! #graphicillustration #graphicdesign #illustration #ofthedeaddesigns #ofthedead #wrestlingshirt #wrestlingdesign #wrestlershirt #wrestlerdesign #prowrestling #indywrestling #njpw #jaywhite #switchbladejaywhite #theswitchblade #breathewiththeswitchblade #bulletclub #bcog #firingsquad #chaos #inktoberday31 #slice #halloween #happyhalloween https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpmt2_VHaHa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=39taqo263r2a
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GSMC Weird News Podcast Episode 341: Gwyneth Paltrow's Exploding Candles
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