311 is not over

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The weapons Eric and Dylan carried and the clothing they wore during the massacre.


Eric’s clothing: Black fatigue-style pants, a white T-shirt inscribed with the words Natural Selection on the front, black baseball cap with the letters “KMFDM” on it (worn backwards), and a black trenchcoat (duster). Wore a black fingerless glove on his right hand and black combat boots.

Eric’s weapons: 10-shot Hi-Point model 995 carbine rifle on a strap (under coat), Savage-Springfield 67H 12-gauge pump shotgun he called ‘Arlene’ (named after a Doom character - initially in one of the duffels carried to the top of the grassy knoll – stock and barrel sawed off, reducing the entire gun to 26 inches).The sawed-off weapons, each around 30 years old, were so short that firing repeatedly from them caused the hands of the gunmen to bleed when fired on the practice range initially. The teens apparently acclimatized to the weapons over the months preceding the shootings. Both shooters also carried several knives. They named their pipe bombs. Four bombs are mentioned on Eric’s website, along with their specs. 'Vengeance’ (pictured at bottom) and 'Atlanta’ were found at the Klebold residence when police searched it.

Eric’s Hi-Point model 995 carbine rifle

Eric’s Sawed-off pump-action Savage-Springfield 67H shotgun

Dylan’s clothing: Black cargo pants, a black T-shirt that said Wrath in red across the front, black baseball cap (worn backwards), and a black trenchcoat (leather duster, really). Also wore a black fingerless glove on his left hand and black combat boots. Had a red medallion on his left boot bearing a sickle and hammer. Black suspenders were found close to his body.

Dylan’s weapons: Intratec TEC-DC9 (9-mm semi-automatic handgun) attached to a strap slung over his shoulder (under coat), Savage 311-D 12-gauge double-barrel shotgun (barrel sawed down to approximately 23 inches, initially half-hidden in Dylan’s cargos).

Dylan’s TEC-DC9 9-mm semi-automatic handgun 

Dylan’s Double-barrel Savage 311-D sawed-off shotgun

They both carried a variety of knives and blades.

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Fun fact: The debt he’s referring to here happened between chapters 310-311. It took him over 200 chapters to repay his debt and he never once forgot about it this whole time.

Wrapped Around Pt. 1 (Usnavi x Reader)

Word Count: 2,395

Warnings: Angst, Swears

Authors Note: Sorry that I haven’t posted in a while! Now I’m back at it again with the requests! PLEASE SEND ME FEEDBACK ON WHAT YOU THOUGHT OF MY STORY, OR WHATEVER ELSE YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT :) not my best story but I’m easing back into it.

Request: 192, 245 and 311 w/ Usnavi?

 -“If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.” 

- “What did I ever do to you?”

 -“Please don’t cry.”

Part 2

Masterlist

You woke up to the loud rattling of the NYC streets, still wrapped in Usnavi’s arms. You smiled slightly before moving his arms to face him. “Babe” you whispered, poking him. Nothing. God he was such a heavy sleeper. You gave him a soft peck on the nose and he stirred. ‘I see how it is.’ you thought. You smirked as you placed your lips onto his in a heavy kiss, tongue in his mouth. You moved on top of him so you were straddling him. He started to kiss back, only realizing a moment later what was happening as his eyes shot open. “Good morning.” you say moving back from him. His face bright red, he used his hand to rub his eyes. “Morning.” he said sheepishly, giving you a bashful grin. You couldn’t help but laugh. You two had been going out for a few months and Usnavi still got embarrassed easily. You slipped out of bed and made your way to the closet. You turned around only to see Usnavi looking at you up and down. When his eyes met yours he blushed once more. “Stop blushing and get dressed.” you said giggling. It was nice to know he mooned over you, it felt like you had him wrapped around your finger. He groaned loudly before rolling out of bed. He came behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on top of yours. “Do we have to?” he asked. “Yes, unless you want to live on the streets of New York City.” you replied wiggling out of his grasp to slip on a dress. He groaned once more before finally getting dressed. “You don’t have to come with me. I’m sure you have better things to do on a Saturday morning.” Usnavi clarified. “Better things to do than hang out with my hot boyfriend? I don’t think so.” you replied brushing your hair. “Wha-did-yo-…Did you just call me hot?” he croaked out. You laughed as you looked at him through the mirror.

Once at the bodega, you sat on the counter while Usnavi wiped the counters. “You’re gonna have to get down miss.” he joked as he made his way over to you. You gave him a fake pout before reaching at his head, grabbing his hat. You slid the hat on your head and stuck your tongue out. “Naughty, naughty.” he said shaking his head. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. “Do something about it.” you said suggestively, raising an eyebrow. Your lips were just about to touch when the door opened causing you to jump off the counter. “God guys, get a room.” Sonny groaned as he walked into the bodega. Usnavi rolled his eyes before tossing the rag at Sonny. “Because you decided to show up 30 minutes late, you can wipe the counters.” he said heading to the back room. You awkwardly followed him there, trying to ignore Sonny’s knowing looks. You handed back Usnavi’s hat, flattening your hair. “You look good it in.” he said shoving his head into his hat. You smiled at him, leaning into his chest. “You ain’t got no skills!” someone exclaimed. You laughed at Benny’s signature entrance before heading out to see him. “Benny!” you exclaimed giving him a high five. You and Benny were best friends from high school. Usnavi gave you a possessive kiss in front of Benny. You slightly rolled your eyes at that action, you knew Usnavi was always jealous of Benny. He swore that he was into you. “Are you guys going to the club later tonight?” Benny asked once Usnavi moved behind you. “What’s the occasion?” you asked. He looked at you questioningly, stealing glances behind you to Usnavi. “Didn’t you hear? Vanessa’s coming back.” Sonny said filling out a slurpee cup. You slightly tensed at her name. Usnavi put an arm around your waist and gave you a reassuring squeeze. Vanessa was Usnavi’s ex. Things hadn’t worked out when she left for Manhattan, that was when you stepped into Usnavi’s life. “I mean I dunno.” Usnavi said looking at you. You knew he wanted to go, he wanted to resolve how he had left things off and you understood. You forced a smile and looked up at him. “You can go if you want to.” you said. “No, it’s fine.” he said trying not to hurt you. “Usnavi, I know you want to go. You can go. It’s fine with me.” you say more sincerely now. “Come with me?” he asked knowing it was a stretch. “Nah, I’m ok. I have some essays to write for class anyways.” you say. It wasn’t a complete lie.

You sat on the couch reading as Usnavi got ready to go out. He came out of the bedroom in a big red button down. “How do I look? Do I still look hot?” he asked with a smirk. You put your book down to give a glance. “Didn’t I tell you that I hate that shirt last time we went out?” you said laughing. You made your way over to him and began to tug at the loose parts of the shirt. He laughed with you. “Yeah you did, that’s why I’m wearing it.” he said. “What do you mean?” you asked confused. “I need to look bad so nobody gets with me. I’m reserved for a special someone.” he said nudging you. You laughed harder and looked at him. “Yes, yes you are. Don’t forget it.” you said sternly, joking with him. “Yes ma’am.” he said as he saluted. You gave him a push on his chest and walked over to your coat stand. You tugged his signature hat off, and placed it on his head before giving him a quick peck. “Don’t do anything stupid. please.” you cautioned, your voice cracking at the end. “You know I don’t have feelings for Vanessa anymore.” he said giving you a longer kiss to prove his point. You smiled as he waved to you before heading out the door.

“Hey man.” Usnavi said making his way to the bar, sitting by Benny. Benny handed Usnavi a shot, which he gratefully took. “How have things been with you and Y/N?” Benny asked. “They’ve been really good.” Usnavi replied. “I’ve never met anyone like her, and I’m never gonna let her go.” He said, putting his guard up slightly. Benny caught on. “Relax man, I won’t steal her from you.” He chuckled at how protective Usnavi was of you. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick.” Benny said getting up. A buzzing made Usnavi look down onto Benny’s bar stool. Benny’s phone layed there buzzing obnoxiously. Usnavi went to answer it when he flipped the phone over to see your name lighting up the screen. Why were you calling Benny and not him? He tugged his phone out of his pocket expecting calls from you but there were none. His hand slightly clenched Benny’s phone before he put it back on the bar stool. Was he crazy to be this jealous? He motioned for another round of shots from the bartender, and drank all of them within a few minutes. He slammed his hand on the bar, and got up. He was going to have a good time forgetting you.

You sat at the table trying to write your essay when your phone rang, you anxiously picked it up. “Benny! I’ve been trying to call you for the past 10 minutes. Where are you?” you said into the microphone. “Sorry. I misplaced my phone.” he mumbled. “What do you need?” he asked. “Is Usnavi ok? I knew he wouldn’t pick up if he was too drunk.” you laughed. “Actually, he’s really drunk and for some reason won’t listen to me. Can you come and get him? I don’t think things will end well if he’s here for another minute.” he asked.  You sighed getting up, and grabbing a parka. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” You knew Usnavi when he was drunk, it was like he was a different person with a shot of alcohol. Not expecting what trouble he was in, you took a taxi to the club worried to death. After digging around the people of the club you found Usnavi slung over somebody. You moved closer only to wish you hadn’t. He was slung over Vanessa, red kiss marks over his lips and neck. Benny made his way over to you. “Hey Y/N…” he began before his eyes followed to what you were staring at. “Oh shit.” he said rubbing your shoulder. “I know you probably hate him, but please get him home safe.” He said. It didn’t matter how much you hated him, you didn’t know if you could live with yourself if he got hurt. You swallowed your feelings and stood stiff while Benny called Usnavi over. Usnavi made his way over to you stumbling over his feet. “Heeeyy babbee.” he said a smile on his face. You slightly cringed and took Usnavi’s arm and slung it over your neck. “Thanks.” Benny mouthed before you dragged Usnavi out of the bar. You stood out in the cold NYC air as you tried to hail a taxi. “Mmmmm, you look good in this.” Usnavi complimented, his hand tugging at your parka. You didn’t respond, in fact you didn’t even turn to look at him. You thought if you looked at him you would lose it. Break down crying in the streets like a maniac. “Baaabeee” Usnavi whined, needing attention. You hailed a taxi and shoved him in the back seat while you climbed into the front seat. You sat looking out the window at the passing lights. You thought back to the past few months you had spent with Usnavi. The amount of times he had said he was over Vanessa, it was all a lie. You didn’t want to know what else he had lied about. The times he said he loved you, how you looked beautiful, how you were the best thing that happened to him. How were you supposed to react if that was all a lie. The taxi driver pulled up to your shared apartment and you paid him. You reluctantly got out of the taxi and opened the back door. Tugging on Usnavi’s arm you yanked him out of the taxi.

Once in the apartment you tossed him on the sofa, making your way to the bedroom tears beginning to fall. You needed to sleep, you needed time to think about what was going to happen tomorrow. “Baabee wait.” he called. You heard him get up and follow you. He tugged on your wrist and you faced him, tears falling down your face. “Please don’t cry.” he said moving a hand up to your face. You slapped it down and a shocked look emerged on Usnavi’s face. “You don’t get to tell me what to do.” you said using your own hands to wipe the tears. “Why are you like that?” he asked. “Why? Why am I like this?” you rose your voice. “Let’s see.” you used your fingers to wipe at the red smudges on his face. You brought the fingers up to his face. “This. What the hell is this?” you began to scream. Usnavi’s face became red, realizing he was caught. “I saw you” you sniffled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said, alcohol giving him an override of confidence. “What do you mean you don’t know? I saw you with my own two eyes all over Vanessa.” You began to cry harder. “What did I ever do to you?” you bawled. “I know you and Benny have a thing.” he said, his breath reeking of alcohol. “You know I don’t have feelings for him. I told you that. You told me you were over her though. You aren’t over Vanessa are you?” you sobbed in his face. “Can you stop crying in my face?” Usnavi shot back, annoyed that you refused to admit to being with Benny. “Answer my damn question and I will.” you say, unable to stop the fat tears from falling. “Maybe I’m not.” Usnavi said, calmly. The fact that he was so casual about this made you feel enraged. You pounded on his chest with your fists, tears falling harder now. “How dare you waste my time.” you cried as you drew yourself back. He just gave you a shrug. You sobbed harder. “I trusted you.” you cried. “Well then you can’t exactly blame me can you? It was your mistake.” he replied a smug look on his face. You stumbled back, processing his words. He wanted to hurt you like you had ‘hurt’ him. He had you wrapped around his finger. You just crumbled there, in the middle of the living room. Your knees gave out and you fell to the floor, hands barely able to keep you up. You heard Usnavi move towards the door. “Where are you going?” you managed between sobs. “Why do you care?” he slurred out. His hand hit the door knob. “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.” you cried, still on the floor. His hand paused, and your heart stopped. His hand resumed and swung open the door. At that moment, your heart shattered into a million pieces. You cried harder, and somewhere from crying you fell asleep.

Usnavi opened his eyes when he realized he was extremely uncomfortable. When he moved, a bashing migraine caused him to stumble back. He slowly peeled his eyes open to examine his surroundings, expecting you to be next to him. Instead he was greeted by the hard floor and the apartment stairs in front of him. He was sat there, leaning on your apartment door. He hurried to get up, confused as to what happened the previous night. He began to pound on the door calling your name.

You awoke to the pounding of the door, still in a ball on the floor from last night. Your eyes were puffy from all the crying, and your hair a disheveled mess. You swung open the door only for your heart to get caught in your throat.

Usnavi stared at you, all the events of last night flooding in. He opened his mouth to speak.

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Twice now I've watched you die, and I can't— 
I won't do it again.

He can’t perceive the concept of this time loop, it makes absolutely no sense to him, but seeing Sam hurting so badly, learning Sam has lost him twice now, leaves no room for anything but compassion in Dean’s eyes. 

All right. I still think you’re nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we’ll figure it out.

This Giant Redwood (Sequoiadendron giganteum ) was collected for the Field Museum’s collection in 1911. It was 22 ft in diameter. Record trees have been measured to be 311 ft (94.8 m) in height and over 56 ft (17 m)  in diameter.

© The Field Museum, CSB34454, Photographer Huron H. Smith.

8 men standing inside Giant Redwood tree trunk. Men in undercut of 22 foot diameter trees, Camp 20, Barnwood Lumber Company.

California Redwood Forest Expedition.

5x7 glass negative

1911

open letter to a handful of makorra shippers on my dash:

there was never a second in this show’s 52 episodes that i hated or even disliked korra, not even a little - in all my time watching it from when it first started airing. from seeing her damn back in 2010 through to now. she was a strong and unapologetic woman of color and i loved her for that, and i still do. (also, don’t try to tell me she’s turned too soft for you now or some shit - you saw the way she dealt with baatar jr. in 311. i do understand the crit over the line that implied she wasn’t compassionate before her 3 years of struggle - that is bullshit. but i think there’s more to that line than that - might meta on that later…)

i always loved korra and i always will. i would still love her regardless of who she ended up with. you all said you just wanted her to be happy, but you lied. i loved her when she was with mako. i was never a huge fan of the relationship itself, but i ALWAYS loved korra with all my heart. (never hated mako either for that matter, i was just always more ambivalent about his character in general. i do not think he deserves the level of hate he gets, although i understand where the fandom frustration with him has come from. but honestly they were all dumb teenagers back then. none of them deserve to be hated for their mistakes.)

it makes me sick that i will always be lumped together with korra haters in the minds of so many bitter makorra shippers. i’m sorry, but it’s not okay. you know you cannot lump us all together like that. (and i know a lot of you know and acknowledge this and aren’t trying to do that - this post isn’t for you.) there’s me and so many fans like me who have loved korra and korrasami from the beginning. who have loved both korra and asami equally and have fought all the shit the fandom tried to stir between them, shit the show itself tried to fight against even in book 1 (‘i like korra,’ korra telling mako to go to asami on the airship, etc).

there are people like me who have always wanted to see korra happy. have always wanted to see all the characters happy. and just hoped for one goddamn second in our lives that that happiness could also maybe be in a relationship that represented us as women who love other women.

like…you can be bitter if you need to, okay? but if you can’t respect korrasami shippers like me who don’t fit into your black-and-white bullshit fandom composition then unfollow me and don’t talk to me anymore. i really don’t want that. i still follow so many makorra shippers because i love you guys and i love your love for this show, even if we don’t share the same ship. so many of you are and were my friends and i don’t want to lose you over this. (i’m saying this to those of you who unfollowed me already in the past weeks/months too (if you happen to see this?) - i hate to think we can’t be friends anymore over this and i refuse to jump to that conclusion unless you make me.)

please. please. you’re breaking my heart. you need to let people like me be happy. we’ve been here so long, waited so long. we deserve this ending and don’t you dare try to take it away from us.

anonymous asked:

I'm thinking a passionate kiss in 307 and sex scene in 311 what do you think?

truthfully…i’m over it. I’m really done ping-ponging back and fourth. What will be will be. The kiss in 3x07 and sex scene in 3x11 would fit in with the theory i have had for weeks now. I only questioned it when there was the leaked E4 scene and the S rating for episode 7.  I don’t know how much ‘passion’ has to be in a kiss for it to get an S rating. 

Guys…we will find out in like 3 days if there is a scene in 3.07….if not…it will most likely be in 3.11. BUT! I do think at the very least there will be a kiss between Clarke and Lexa. at. the. very. least.

10am call from new foster mom
  • New foster mom (Nfm): I called the agency at 8am and no one is calling me back. These kids have to go. They have to go. Who is the case worker?
  • Me: I don't think they have one.
  • Nfm: Their bags are packed, they have to go. They gave me a man's name.
  • Me: Oh, maybe so-in-so? He's the supervisor. But he's on vacation.
  • Nfm: How does she not have the special rate for these kids?! She needs to go downtown straight to the ACS office at 150.
  • Me: I'll tell her if she gets them back. She was really trying. They have had a million evaluations done, she even took them to Staten Island and paid for some herself. Have you ever seen a foster parent get them back in situations like this?
  • Nfm: Yeah, all the time. I'll tell you now, there isn't a foster parent at this agency who's going to take these kids. She needs to call 311. After at least 3 311 calls they'll help you. The city will get all over this foster agency. If not she needs to call the Daily News. These kids want to be with her.