also can we talk about that striped turtleneck he is wearing

On December 5th, Dawn Kraut, a senior at the University of Washington and sister of a Seattle detective, gave a statement to King County Detective Kathleen McChesney concerning a lengthy conversation she’d had with Ted Bundy a day earlier in the school’s cafeteria. What follows is a portion of that statement:

On Thursday, December 4th 1975, I was at the undergraduate library cafeteria at the University of Washington where I am a senior in psychology and anthropology. I had a class from 1:30 to 2:30 P.M. and then went to the cafeteria by myself. I sat alone at a table and was studying. At about 3:00 o’clock I noticed a man I recognised as Ted Bundy from the newspapers, sitting about two tables away. I have never met Bundy. I wasn’t really sure it was him as I thought he was in Salt Lake City. The man i thought was Ted Bundy was talking with a hippy-type of guy, he was about 25 years old and had long blond hair. “Ted” was eating a hamburger and laughing and smiling, although I could see under the table a kind of dichotomy- his legs and feet were moving as if he were very nervous. 

I wasn’t able to hear much of their conversation and when they stopped talking the blond man and Ted got up from the table and parted. Ted was going near the door and I went up towards the vending machine to get something to drink. I wasn’t very far from Ted then I quietly said Ted? “Ted” turned around and said “Do I know you?” I said “no” and he nodded his head and asked my name. I frowned and he said “Just your first name.” I said “Dawn.” “Ted” said “I saw you looking at me, it was more than just a double-take.” I said, “I never forget a face.” Then I didn’t want him to think I recognised him from seeing him in person before and I told him I had seen his picture in the papers… At first “Ted” seemed nervous and then composed as we talked longer. He told me he was Ted Bundy. He was wearing nicely pressed old jeans, new reddish brown loafers, a navy blue turtleneck and a beige and brown striped sweater with a loose cloth belt. When he was eating his hamburger he wasn’t wearing gloves but now he was… We stood by the door and had a conversation for about 45 minutes…

I asked how the case was going and he smiled and said, “Well,” and then started talking about the sensationalism of the press. He also said, “It’s something people will never forget.” I told him I thought people would forget. He disagreed with me about this, he seemed certain people would remember… We didn't talk about anything other than him. I asked him what he was doing in the library and he said he had come from the law school where he was told that they didn’t want him there using the facilities because of his reputation. Ted told me that I was the first person that recognised him that didn’t previously know him. He asked me if an attractive young woman like myself wasn’t afraid to know that “Theodore Bundy” was around campus. I shrugged and didn’t answer. 

I told him I knew one of the girls who disappeared- Denise Naslund. Ted said, “Oh, that’s a shame.” “I feel sorry for the genuine friends and family of the people who disappeared.” “I can really see why they’d be bitter and want the person or persons caught.” “It must have been a terrifying nightmarish experience.” I recalled that he only spoke about the incidents with the girls as being disappearances.”

Source- The Bundy Murders A Comprehensive History by Kevin M. Sullivan

As The xx gear up to tour their new album, I See You, Oliver Sim reflects on a new version of himself

It was during The xx’s residency at New York’s Park Avenue Armory in March 2014 that Oliver Sim found out what stardom really looks like. “Those shows were crazy,” he says of their 25 performances at the former military headquarters on the Upper East Side. “The response we got, the people who came, the whole experience was mind-blowing.” Each night - at an event more like an art installation than a gig - the band performed encircled by an audience of just 40 people, who watched them play in complete silence. On the last night, A-list attendees included Jay Z, Beyoncè, Björk, Anohni and filmmakers Wes Anderson and Noah Baumbach. “Throughout the show I was facing (co-vocalist) Romy, and Madonna was standing directly behind her,” he says, reliving the moment. “Every time my gaze went up an inch, I was staring straight at her. It was surreal.”

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Little Big Secret pt. 3

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Genre: Fluff/Angst (more angst in this part omg)
Warnings: Angst, bashing SM (sorrynotsorry), probably wrong representation of photography industry don’t bash me. 
Pairing: Reader x Yixing/Lay
Wordcount: 2278
A/N: This series is closing in on an end, I’m sorry @oh-beyond for leaving you hanging like this before you leave. Let me know what you think :3

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*Previously*

“I’m hanging, up this is crazy.” Minseok said.
“No please, don’t. She’s not lying.” Jongdae said, and then he halted, everything was silence. Waiting, thinking, realising.

*Now*

You were silent on the other end of the line, and all the others were too. Eyes on the clock, you counted the seconds, and it took them two whole minutes and a little to reply.
“What?” Someone asked.
“She’s not lying.” Jongdae said again. “Yixing has a girlfriend.”
“You’re joking.”  Someone else said.
Jongdae’s voice was loud and clear now, as if he’d gotten closer to the phone. “I’m not. Her name is y/n, they’ve been dating for a long time.”
“We’re talking about Yixing here, he wouldn’t go against management like that.” “Of course he wouldn’t.” “Jongdae this isn’t funny.” “Minseok just hang up.”
“No, just give me the damn phone.” Jongdae said, and there was a clattering sound on the other end. You didn’t know what to say. Was it a chair. There was lots of rustling, and voice became louder but less audible. Your chest felt tight, and tears were brimming your eyes. You didn’t call them to make them fight. But loud voice on the other hand told you that they already were. More rustling, more shouting, more tears running down your cheeks.
One voice broke the noise. “Hello?” the voice on the other hand was lispy. You didn’t recognise it. “Are you still here?”
“Y-yeah.” You stuttered. “Who is this?”

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