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Here’s a list of weird/strange articles on wikipedia in no particular order for you to read and just add more useless knowledge in your puny human brain. General murder/death trigger warning for most.

Bloody Mary || Kennedy curse || Taman Shud Case || La Voisin || Greyfriars Bobby || Pripyat || Albert Fish || Mary Toft || The Cure for Insomnia || Roanoke Colony || John Murray Spear || Arecibo message || Nuckelavee || Phaistos Disc || Tanganyika laughter epidemic || Mad Gasser of Mattoon || Murder of Junko Furuta || Peoples Temple || Ed Gein || Stargate Project || Jackalope || Numbers station || UVB-76 || Bélmez Faces || Donner Party || Adam || Mariana UFO incident || Valentich disappearance || Cleveland Torso Murderer || Trepanning || Dyatlov Pass incident || Grey goo || Overtoun House || The Garden of Earthly Delights || Wilhelm Reich || Starchild skull || Original Night Stalker || Owlman || Ararat anomaly || British big cats || Jack the Ripper || Clapham Wood Mystery || Pope Lick Monster || Shadow person || Out-of-place artifact || Black Dahlia || Jersey Devil || Crawfordsville monster || Koro || Philadelphia Experiment || Glasgow smile || Roswell UFO incident || David Parker Ray || D. B. Cooper || Total Information Awareness || Goatman || Grey alien || Joachim Kroll || Peter Kürten || Gilles de Rais || Alien abduction || Joseph Vacher || Mothman || Polywater || Catacombe dei Cappuccini || Villisca Axe Murders || Grace Sherwood || Loveland frog || The Hermitage || Jatinga || Sankebetsu brown bear incident || Mongolian death worm || Devil’s Footprints || The Sick Child || H. H. Holmes || Dysaesthesia aethiopica || Bloody Benders || Lamia || Black Paintings || The Monster with 21 Faces || Shirime || Lina Medina || Exploding head syndrome || Quantum suicide and immortality || Mokele-mbembe || Spontaneous human combustion || Dulce Base || Chandre Oram || Oscar || Men in Black || Vladimir Demikhov || The Great Red Dragon Paintings || Bloop || Retroactive continuity || Elizabeth Báthory || Delphine LaLaurie || Silverpilen || Polybius || Guided rat || Robert J. White || Chelyabinsk meteor || Armin Meiwes || Big Crunch || Belchen Tunnel || Moberly–Jourdain incident || Boy Scout Lane || Princes in the Tower || Rosenheim Poltergeist || Peter Stumpp || Bermuda Triangle || Bachelor’s Grove Cemetery || Hill of Crosses || Self-immolation || Lycaon || Burke and Hare murders || Pykrete || Kate Morgan || List of unusual deaths || Sawney Bean || Rogue elephant of Aberdare Forest || Yoshio Kodaira || Incorruptibility || Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus || Toynbee tiles || Rat king || Sailing stones || Thalidomide || Jersey Shore shark attacks of 1916 || Tunguska event || Head transplant || List of cryptids || Borley Rectory || Sedlec Ossuary || Alien hand syndrome || Capgras delusion || Mellified man || Atuk || Monster of Glamis || Spring-heeled Jack || Allagash Abductions || Aokigahara || Raymond Robinson (Green Man) || Premature burial || Brain transplant || Nightmarchers || Decompression illness || Midgetville || Zombie || Mercy Brown vampire incident || Necromancy || Lamkin || Harry K. Daghlian, Jr. || Icelandic Phallological Museum || Neisseria meningitidis || Unit 731 || Bunny Man || Bubbly Creek || Malleus Maleficarum || Moll Dyer || Original Spanish Kitchen || Charles Bonnet syndrome || Voynich manuscript || Black Annis || True name || Dorothy Talbye trial || Black dog || Wandering Jew || Sarin gas attack on the Tokyo subway || Yara-ma-yha-who || Rod Ferrell || The Juniper Tree

anonymous asked:

When and why did Matt change his name professionally from Matthew to Matt? Love your blog!

That’s a good question! It’s interesting to look at his filmography to figure this out, too. The first project he did where he was credited as “Matt Bomer” was Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning in 2006. But then he went on to do Traveler (2007) and Chuck (2007-2009) credited as Matthew Bomer. Hmm. And it wasn’t just a TV show/movie thing, because he was credited as “Matthew Bomer” in Flightplan (2005), which was a movie. But since White Collar (2009), he’s gone by Matt Bomer. So aside from the 2006 TCM:B aberration, it seems he went from Matthew to Matt in 2009 when he started White Collar. As to why? Other than Matt sounding less “dorky” than Matthew, I don’t know! Personally, I think it was a good call. :)

And because I’m incapable of answering a simple question in a simple way, here are all the Matt credits from his movies/shows, in chronological order:

[missing credits from All My Children (2000) and Guiding Light (2002-2003) because…I don’t have access to those full eps. And there are no credits included in the War Birds (2003) DVD so nothing for that either (he did voicework). And he wasn’t in Relic Hunter and it really bothers me that that’s still on his imdb page.]

Tru Calling (2003-2004)

North Shore (2004). I can’t believe he got “Guest Starring” for a 20 second bit. lol

Flightplan (2005)

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006)

[Don’t have Amy Coyne (2006), sadly]

Traveler (2007). They didn’t have a true title sequence for this show. So his name just appeared during the course of the episode. But his name showed up first! :D lol (Also <3 he worked with Viola Davis on this show)

Chuck (2007-2009)

White Collar (2009-2014). OMG I never realized until now that his name (or anyone’s) isn’t actually in the title sequence! Like Traveler, it just shows his name as the ep plays. I mean, I’m sure I noticed, but I guess I never really thought about it. Weird.

In Time (2011)

Glee (2012)

Magic Mike (2012)

The New Normal (2013)

Superman: Unbound (2013)

Winter’s Tale (2014)

Space Station 76 (2014)

The Normal Heart (2014)

American Horror Story: Freak Show (2014)

Magic Mike XXL (2015)

American Horror Story: Hotel (2015-2016)

The Nice Guys (2016)

The Last Tycoon (2016)

The Magnificent Seven (2016)

And that’s all we’ve got! :D

76 loved hurting you. You knew he did.

He thought that mask hid everything. That you wouldn’t notice the real reason for all the “punishments” he gave. Sure, he was enigmatic and mysterious once. Unpredictable, even. But now you could read him like a book.

You heard the excited panting in his voice when he drove his fists into your stomach. Saw how he subconsciously bucked his hips as he would press his boot against your face, keeping you pinned to the floor. That was a favorite of his. Keep you there until you apologized, until you admitted that you loved and needed him. Sick fuck.

You didn’t need to see his face to know he enjoyed every second of hurting you, no matter how much he tried to convince you that he loved you. That was why he was doing all this, keeping you locked up, cutting off all ties, hurting you. All out of love, he said. You felt at least somewhat comforted that when he forced you to say “I love you” back to him, neither of you truly meant it.

Since the individual rooms no longer properly locked, your prison was the entire west wing of the complex, a small hallway composed of a few dozen private quarters. He kept the main door locked, only coming in to deliver food or whenever he wanted something. Sometimes he left it unlocked as he left, but you’d long since learned that he never does it accidentally. He just wants you to make a move. Give him a reason to punish you. He couldn’t hold up the façade of affection if you didn’t give him a reason.

You had inspected the first few rooms, but lost hope quickly after discovering that all of them were identical. No supplies left behind, no secret hatches. After you combed over the very last room, at the very end of the corridor, you realized it was a fool’s errand. There was nothing here of use.

Not even being eccentric worked. Every plan you attempted with what meager resources you had, he would capture you. Punish you. You were getting pretty sick of it.

You slept in a different room every night, trying to avoid the possibility of any traps left overnight or other altercations Soldier could have made. Tonight, as you tried to tuck away for another morning of hell, you realized that a draft was blowing through your room. With a groan, you pulled the blanket up to your chin and rolled over, prepared to ignore it and go to sleep.

Then, suddenly, your mind sprang to alertness and you sat up. A draft could only mean one thing.

You threw the blanket off and looked around the room in the dark, trying to find the source of the breeze. Then, behind a tall cabinet, you found the answer. A half-window, positioned at the very top of the room. You nearly cried.

Wasting no time, you grabbed the nearby end table and dragged it beneath the window, using the boost to push your body up and into the tiny gap of the window. There was dirt just outside, and you realized that the compound must have been mostly underground. You clawed your fingers in it, digging for purchase as you wiggled your body out of the window and out to freedom. The air outside was freezing, but you didn’t care. You scrambled to your feet as quickly as you could and began to run.

The base’s outside searchlights were on, a result of 76 repowering the station, but you knew the defenses were unmanned. You two were the only ones here, and soon it was about to be only him. You just had to get past the gate and you were free. You could go into hiding yourself, far away from here. You had to wipe the happy tears from your eyes, clearing your vision so you could run.

Your eyes were adjusted enough to see the fence in the near distance, riddled with no trespassing signs and warnings about government property. You slowed down to gawk in a second, hoping to confirm that this was real and not just a fanciful dream.

You wish you hadn’t. You wouldn’t have heard his footsteps if you didn’t.

Without even looking back you broke into a sprint again. How could he have known so quickly? How could he have found out? You reached the base of the fence and wrapped your fingers in the chain-links, trying to frantically scale the 10-foot behemoth of a barrier. You could hear him closing in rapidly, you swore you heard his excited breath. This was a reason. This was a big fucking reason. You couldn’t get caught, it just wasn’t an option this time.

You were halfway up, your feet scrambling against the thin metal, when his hand wrapped around your ankle. You screamed helplessly, desperately trying to wrench your foot out of his grasp, but you knew it was already over. He was too strong.

As a last ditch effort, you lowered yourself enough to drive your heel into his face. He wasn’t wearing his mask, so your foot hit him straight in the nose. He grunted, but his grip didn’t let up. You were fucked. He ripped you down from the fence before anything else, your body crumpling into a pile at his feet.

“You really don’t value your life, do you?” he huffed, blood bubbling out of his nose and over his lips. He looked like a terrifying monster, blood pooling in between his teeth and dripping down his mouth. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you knew he would.

“I wouldn’t have run if I didn’t,” you quipped, and he drove his foot into your hip, knocking you onto your stomach. You wheezed in pain, grabbing onto what would surely be bruised flesh soon. While you winced at the minor energy, Soldier worked his way around you, until he could press the tread of his boot against the back of your head. You grunted.

“Ungrateful punk,” he spat, kneeling down until he could grab your hair. Both pressures on your head were enough to make you scream, but you bit your lip. You knew he wanted to hear it. “Four months of feeding and loving you and you go and run on me?” He ground his boot harder against your scalp and you winced.

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whispered, afraid to raise your voice any higher. You immediately regretted the words, and you felt your heart sink when you heard him chuckle. You’d almost hoped he didn’t hear it.

“I bet you didn’t ask for this either.” He let go of your hair, and immediately drove his palm into your spine just between your shoulder blades. You cried out, trying to roll out from beneath him, and he only let you get as far as onto your back before he shoved his boot back down on the center of your chest, pinning you in place. You could feel the bones shifting beneath his foot.

“Oops. Did that hurt?” he asked. You could practically taste the dry humor behind his statement, could detect the faint wisp of a smile that pulled at the edge of his lips. As he stood with his one foot on you, he made a small show of removing his jacket, nothing more than a black tee shirt underneath. His muscles, which you knew were more than capable of breaking every bone in your body, strained from barely concealed adrenaline.

When the first punch came barreling across your jaw, you hadn’t realized just how much he’d been holding back.

You spat out a lost tooth, the tang of blood on your tongue distracting you enough to miss the second punch, which slammed into your side. You screamed into your teeth, and 76 wriggled his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You bit down, unable to get through the material of his gloves, and he laughed humorlessly at your attempts. His voice was bitter.

“You need to stop,” he said. He wrapped his free hand around your torso and squeezed. Your ribs began to give under the pressure, and you screamed into his gloves. The sound only encouraged him, and your entire body convulsed when you heard the first crack. His grip didn’t let up, even as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“You shouldn’t have run from me,” he hissed, licking the shell of your ear before he continued, “because now I have to break you to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

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Norfolk and Western 1378 with an Orland Park commuter train at Dearborn Station

Chicago

August 1976