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Women Who Kill

Tannekqwa Thompson

After finding out she was expecting a baby girl, 5 months pregnant Chareen Stanford was brutally stabbed to death as she woke up in her Oregon apartment on the 16th of May 2016.

The killer was Stanford’s roommate, Tannekqwa Thompson. It’s believed the friends had an argument prior.

In 2017, Tannekqwa Thompson was sentenced to life

  • The male benders in ATLA: Really good. They worked hard to get where they are skill wise and while it hasn't always been easy, they are capable and can hold their own in a fight. One of them was even the Avatar, which is pretty impressive since he mastered the elements at age twelve, rather than start learning at 16 like most Avatars.
  • The female benders in ATLA: Inarguably the most powerful and unmatched humans in the entire world. Prodigies, masters, and creators of subbending styles. One was compared in skill to the Fire Lord at age EIGHT and able to perform one of the rarest and most difficult forms by 14. She couldn't be defeated by another's (even the Avatar's) bending alone. Only faced defeat when fighting two other master benders while on the verge of a complete mental breakdown (officially being defeated by different female bender). Another held an entire city up by a single turret while standing on unstable ground, and then went on to invent her own bending style at the age of twelve. One mastered her element in mere WEEKS, mastered bloodbending and defeated the woman who INVENTED IT the FIRST TIME SHE EVER ATTEMPTED IT, held her own against a master waterbender without ANY TRAINING, and fully healed someone from a fatal wound, making her a master at two vastly different forms of waterbending at the age of 14. A female Avatar quite literally reshaped the planet and created her own ISLAND. AND MOVED IT ACROSS THE SEA. These women shown in the show are not only the most powerful and talented females in their universe, but also in almost any known piece of television or fiction, all while being completely fleshed out and complex characters, not being defined as nothing but 'strong'. Each has their own personality, strengths, and weaknesses.
  • Wade: No fears
  • Peter: Imagine if cows were nocturnal animals.
  • Wade:
  • Wade: One fear
Talking to yourself
  • INTJ: *talks to self with increasing enthusiasm and force* *is cracking secrets to universe*
  • Family: *knocks*
  • INTJ: come in
  • Family: you alright in there?
  • INTJ: ...
  • Family: it's just that you sounded like you were arguing with someone, but it's just you in here.
  • INTJ: Oh I'm fine, just talking to myself about some stuff.
  • Family: riiiiiggghhhhttt...
  • INTJ: You can leave now.
Your wedding day with Chris Evans would involve:
  • Chris worrying about everything, but his brother - Scott - is here to tell him he’s already a happy man and he’s going to marry the love of his life.
  • Your mom crying when she sees you in your wedding dress as you hold your bouquet.
  • Being surprised that you’ve both left notes to one another, claiming your love once again.
  • While walking down the aisle, Chris can’t take his eyes off you, smiling and your lower lip trembles as he is on the verge of tears.
  •  - “I promise you, I will take care of your daughter and make her happy, sir.”
  •  - “You better, Evans. My eyes are on you.”
  •  - “Dad!”
  • Never stopping smiling to each other and you both catch yourselves almost leaning to kiss before you are allowed to.
  • Chris whispering you are very beautiful in your ear during the entire ceremony and day… and night. Actually, he can’t stop himself from saying it to everyone around him.
  • When the rings pass through your fingers and you’re officially pronounced husband and wife, Chris pulls you to him in a long, meaningful kiss.
  • You think the world around you can collapse, you would never feel anywhere safer than in his arms.
  • Basically, you have to stop kissing because of Scott’s whistles and the groomsmen decide to join, leaving Chris blushing.
  • His family is so proud and very happy Chris settles down with someone like you.
  • Holding hands all the time, caressing your rings as a reminder this day isn’t a dream.
  • The reception isn’t always as you’ve planned, but what you want more is here. Your families and friends are there to make the dinner very entertaining.
  • Endless teasing from them during the best man’s speech. His best man doesn’t even hesitate to show some embarrassing and funny candid shots of you two.
  • Chris calling you ‘Mrs. Evans’ with this adorable boyish grin on his face and you can’t help but kiss his cheek, giggling every time.
  •  - “Nice butt you have here, handsome.”
  • Forehead kisses.
  • Lots of fun and laughs.
  • Lots of soft and slow kisses.
  • For the first dance, your husband brings you to his chest and holds you close. He loves the way the lights shine on your skin and the way you look at him.
  • You almost step on his toes, but as a good dancer like Lisa has taught him, Chris tells you that’s very cute and he definitely made the right choice, marrying you.
  • The big party follows up and you just dance like nothing else matters in this world, never leaving each other more than five minutes.
  •  - “Is that real?”
  •  - “Sweetheart, we’re married. I’m the realest person you’ve ever met. And you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.”
  • You both try to stay sober because you want to remember every second of this night.
  •  - “Baby, stop drinking!”
  •  - “Yeah, Chris, remember what’s happening tonight!”
  • Cutting the cake and sharing a piece together. This ends pretty dramatically and funny.
  • You keep twirling, dipping and moving your hips until you can’t feel your feet anymore.
  • Scott wiggling his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look when you’re about to leave the reception to your house.
  • Once at home with your husband, Chris sweeps you off your feet and carries you to your bedroom, gently setting you on the bed with his eyes glowing with pure love.

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This Day In Crime

Brenda Spencer
‘I Don’t Like Mondays’ 

Female mass murderers/school shooters are a rare occurrence, but not on January the 29th 1979, at Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego. Whilst the young children were waiting at the school gates for it to open, Brenda Spencer got her rifle and stood at her window. Spencer fired 30 rounds of ammunition, killing the principle, a custodian and injuring 8 children. Spencer then barricaded herself in her home hours before being arrested. 


Whilst inside on the phone a reporter asked why? Brenda’s response was “I don’t like Mondays”  

Brenda Spencer was sentenced to 25 to life 

Spencer has had 4 parole requests denied, her next hearing is 2019

INTJ Misconception

Stereotypical INTJ:
-Finishes all tasks when assigned
-Super focused
-Already did it
-Has all notes written and organised
-Gets all the ‘A’s

Real INTJ:
-Putting effort into the wrong tasks
-Ignoring responsibilities they consider frivolous or irrelevant
-Can’t find anything
-Stays up all night researching and theorising about their new obsession
-Can’t find the motivation

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Karla Homolka Volunteering At Schools

According to a report by the Montreal edition of Breakfast Television, murderer Karla Homolka volunteered at her children’s elementary school in Notre-Dame-de-Grace last March.

Homolka also supervised a school trip of kindergarten children from Montreal’s Greaves Adventist Academy in March and once brought her dog to the school for students to pet.

The private school are well aware of Homolka’s criminal past.

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Satanic Murder
Jarno Elg

On the 21st of November 1998 in Finland, Jarno Elg, 17 year old girl Terhi Tervashonka, Mika Riska and a 16 year old boy brutally tortured, murdered and dismembered and ate an unnamed 23 year old male. The gang went to the home and strangled him to death, then dissected his body parts for a satanic ritual whilst listening to Norweigan black metal band Ancient’s album, The Cainian Chronicle.

A leg was found at a local dumpsite prompting the investigation authorities labelled, “The Dumpsite Murder”

This case was labelled one of the worst in Finnish history, in detail information has been sealed for 40 years.

During trial, Tervashonka was declared legally insane

Jarno Elg was sentenced to life
Terhi Tervashonka served a few years before being released in 2003
Mika Riska served 2 years

In 2007, Tervashonka murdered again and received a 10 year sentence

So, I decided to write this. Hope that’s okay, @taylor-tut. And I will most likely be doing it in three parts because it’s really long for some reason. 

Joy Buzzer: Part One

(because I’m bad at titles) part two here

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Tags:????? help Langst, Electrocution, 

“-ance? He- with me?”

It sounds distant, and somewhat familiar. It’s almost as if cotton is shoved in Lance’s ears. Where does he know that voice from? Is it someone close to him?  He pushes forward, against the flowing current. Every step, closer to the answer. The current stops, and he stumbles forward onto his hands and knees. There’s a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.

One Hour Earlier

“How much further is it?” Lance almost groans. “We’ve been walking forever.”

“Lance, take this seriously. It’s not some road trip.” Pidge doesn’t even have to look back for Lance to feel the eye roll. Her full attention is on the holo-map in her hand.

Lance quiets down after that and continues on walking in tandem with the rest of the team. Foliage passes overhead, waving in the humidity of the planet they were trekking on. Bird like creatures skim the tree tops while emitting a shrieking call to their friends. Lance pushes leafy arms out of the way as he follows Hunk.

“We’re here,” Pidge calls out from the front of the line.

Sure enough, a temple like structure is visible up ahead. It’s a strain to decipher where jungle ends and the temple starts. The temple appears more than willing to co-exist with the surrounding life. Vines creep up the walls, around pillars, and over window sills. Budding flowers peek out of cracks in the stone walls and pavement. Even the local animals have moved into the temple, if only on the outer edges.

“What exactly are we looking for again?” Hunk asks. “‘Cause I kinda don’t want to touch the wrong thing and, oh, I don’t know. Die horribly.”

“It’s an artifact that the locals need for a ritual. It’s supposed to give blessings during rituals. And the relic is vital to the Jeing in an event like changing chiefs, moving the village to a new location, or forming alliances,” Pidge explains. “Which is why we need it if we want the alliance.”

She pulls up a new image on the holo-projector. Lance’s first thought is that it looks kind of like a toy airplane. The slender football shaped middle piece has two elongated, triangular wings jutting out and slanting back. At the rear, a wedge connects to the prolate spheroid and curves upwards. All over, swirls and dots intermingle with a script that looks similar to Arabic.

“We need to be careful with it. We don’t really know what it does. Don’t touch it with your skin. Use the bag or have your gloves on,” Shiro instructs. “Once you find and retrieve it, let the other group know and we’ll all regroup back here. Alright?”

Everyone nods and the team breaks off into the two groups. Shiro, Pidge, and Hunk cross to one entrance, while Lance and Keith cross to the entrance closer to them.

“Keep up, Mullet.”

Keith only grunts in reply as he takes off behind Lance through the archway. The torch perched on the front of Lance’s riffle casts shadows down the corridor, eerily illuminating cobwebs. Keith flips on his own torch and pans it behind him.

“I’m getting a very ‘Indiana Jones’ vibe from this place. D’ya think there’s any booby traps? Like the giant rolling rock?”

“Lance, pay attention,” Keith scolds checking the way they just came. “If there are any traps, I don’t want to walk into it.”

Lance stops so suddenly, Keith plows right into him, muttering a curse in surprise.

“That’s a dollar in the swear jar.”

Keith takes in a breath of air to utter a retort, but as he sees the cavern they’re standing in it vanishes. The cavern definitely gives off and Indiana Jones vibe. THe space is wide and tentacles of sunlight stream in from holes in the ceiling above. Vines criss cross the architecture along the walls and across the ceiling. Steps lead up in a pyramid shape to a pedestal, whereon the artifact is perched. The plane like object is irradiated by a pinpoint of light.

“I’ll call it in. Check the area, Lance.”

Lance nods and surveys the area, all while creeping closer up the steps to the object. There seems to be nothing around the artifact that could be harmful. Then, why did the locals never come and get it themselves? It wasn’t even that hard to find. Just a long, boring hike through a swamp of humidity. Maybe there was something the locals didn’t tell them. Lance shrugs as he brushes off the thoughts and reaches out for the artifact.

“Shiro. We found it.”

“Alright, bag it up and meet us back at the rendezvous.”

“Lance, is it clear?” Keith calls as he turns back towards the relic, only to see Lance’s gloved fingertips millimeters from the plane like object. As his fingertips make contact, a spark arches between the relic and Lance’s chest, almost as if in slow motion. 

“Lance!” Keith’s voice is lost in the roar of the pulsing air that knocks Keith back through the opening of the tunnel. The wind doesn’t seem to stop as the wave of heat plows into Keith next, seeming to last for hours. When it finally does relent, dust is shaking down the tunnel opening. A layer of the powder seems to be coating the back of Keith’s throat as he pushes himself off the ground and staggers back into the cavern.

“Lance?”

What happened? Rubble lays strewn across the floor and holes pepper the ceiling. The relic is gone from it’s spot on the top of the pyramid. Lance is gone, too.