and good underneath it all

My Rich American Family

by reddit user aliceinvunderland

I am part of a rich American family, in a rich American suburb, full of rich American people.

Life is hell.

Every morning, me and the rest of the Wives get up at 5:00am sharp. Fifteen minutes of jogging around the neighborhood, five minutes in the shower (set to cold), twenty minutes for hair and makeup, and then five to get dressed. If we’ve managed that in time, meaning no later than 5:45am, we might be allowed solid food with our coffee.

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Reward yourself for your efforts walking door to door, greeting neighbors with a “Trick-or-Treat” in exchange for some sweet, chocolatey goodness. Because underneath that zombie mask is the child in all of us who still gets excited when the old lady across the street dumps a handful of candy into our bucket. But avoid the spooky tales that can haunt your Halloween. Remember, even candy has fats and carbs that need to be broken down, so don’t forget to take your enzymes with all of those bite-sized sweets. Not sure how many to take? Check with your doctor…just not your friend dressed up as one.

Green-Blooded Matchmaker (Bones x Reader TrekFest 2017)

Originally posted by anastasiacoburg

Pairing: AOS Dr. Leonard “Bones” McCoy/Reader, featuring nosy!matchmaking!Spocko

Rating: PG for language because McCoy is a potty mouth doctor and drug mention

A/N: Guess who did some heavy tweaking to their unfinished Spock Week fic to create THIS beautiful mess. :) Also, dammit guys I am a writer not a doctor (nor a biochemist) so please excuse any technobabble/misattributed terms. (See also: Sara slips in a Hidden Figures reference because she deserves it.)

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Some quick thoughts about how the Grand Relics reflect everyone on the crew’s personality. A lot of these points have been touched on before, but I wanted to wrap everything up nice. 

  • Davenport gets the Oculus, which is focused on Vision. If you can imagine it, you can make it real. Pretty great for a leader, and definitely good for the pragmatic captain we’ve gotten to know. You need to know exactly what you want, and if you can’t visualize it and understand it and execute it right, it will go horribly wrong. It’s the most laser precise of the relics, because you really need to have control of your own mind to use it. Of course Davenport loses his mind, loses his iron control of the situation, and the Oculus summons black holes.  It’s leadership gone wrong and self control without the control. 
  • Lup gets the Phoenix Fire Gauntlet, which is super dangerous short term but also fairly limited. It lights things of fire, and that’s it. It’s the least finessed of the Relics, and because of that it’s the most dangerous. It’s destroyed eight towns. It’s all power, none of the wherewithal and heart we see Lup demonstrate. She’s an evocation specialist, she’s the powerhouse of the group and because of that she has to know when to stop. The Gauntlet never stops, and hurts lots of people in the short term, but once it’s fired out it’s not quite as insidious as some of the other relics. It’s straightforward, and like Lup that’s both a strength and weakness. 
  • If Lup is the flamethrower that can mess you up in the short term, Taako is more subtle but overall more destructive. The Philosopher’s Stone is willing to play nice, be used, and generally not act up, right up until it throws you a curve ball and nearly crystallizes the entire world. Taako is the master of the random, game changing play, and Stone mirrors that ability to mess up everything and amplifies it ten fold. It’s not the charmer, it’s sales pitch is the most blatant thing ever and it sounds like your weird uncle, but it will bide its time until it decides the time is right to just upend everything. 
  • Nice, quiet Barry got the Animus Bell, which is nice and quiet and diligent and straight up murders people. It doesn’t make waves or look for trouble, the people who have owned it have kept it quiet and used it sensibly and thoroughly to awful, awful ends. Even Lucretia didn’t know what it did, which suggests that it’s the shyest of the relics. Barry is solid sort of guy. He does his best, death after death, body after body. He’s also a lich who invades people’s minds to get information. The Animus Bell is equally willing to drudge forward nicely and quietly, getting into dark magic and possessing people’s bodies. 
  • Merle, of course, is their godly man. He likes nature and Pan and has more insecurities than you could shake a stick at. The Gaia Sash takes that need for faith in a higher power and desire for control and blows it up. Sloane was calling herself a god by the end of her time with it, but she was also desperate for anything to ease her mind, something to put her faith in. It’s the nature relic, technically, but you could just as easily call it the God Relic. It’s all about power and how you use it and what you need to stay sane, namely the belief in something more powerful than you. 
  • It’s been discussed before how it’s weird that Magnus got time magic while Lucretia presumably got wards and protection, but it does make sense in a certain way. The best way to protect something is to make sure the bad thing never happened. I’m more interested in how the Chalice presents itself, namely that it really believes it’s a good person (relic) even while it does awful, awful things. Magnus is also someone who tries to be good, but often, thoughtlessly acts cruel. The Temporal Chalice plays the sweet tempered host, then in a fit of spite makes them watch all of Phandolin get destroyed and got Isaak to murder his best friend. Magnus will play the moral highground, and also bully people without meaning to. But while Magnus really tries to be good, the Chalice is all surface gentility with nothing underneath. It’s Rustic Hospitality, without the actual underlying Rustic Morality. 
Summer Holidays: ReggiexReader! Oneshot

hey guys, just a quick lil fluffy oneshot I wrote about Reggie! I’m not really sure if I like this one, but I just wanted to write something kinda cute. If anyone has any prompts, please send them to my ask, though I can’t promise I will write them all!

Summary: Reggie x (Y/N) Flufffff.

(This gif is NOT mine. Credit to @joeck for this beautiful Zach Dempsey gif. Obv I’m aware its not Reggie, but I think it fits this oneshot so wellllllll.)

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my forever favorites: (29/50) male characters ◈ BoJack Horseman

Diane, I need you to tell me that it’s not too late. I – I need you to tell me that I’m a good person. I know that I can be selfish and narcissistic and self-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down, I’m a good person, and I need you to tell me that I’m good, Diane. Tell me, please, Diane. Tell me that I’m good.

hunk and lance friendship hcs
  • Hunk and Lance knew each other before the Garrison and have been bffs since childhood
  • Hunk and Lance didn’t meet in the same preschool nor did they ever go to the same school (until the garrison) but met each other in a nearby playground where they continued to meet up for the next 8-11 years of their life, they usually let off steam about the shit that goes down in their schools.
  • “Like, if you’re going to steal something from the mall -” “Don’t wear your uniform?” “EXACTLY. God, that guy was so stupid.” “Agreed.”
  • “Then… then he KICKED the guy’s nose!!! He was bleeding, Lance! He needed to be taken to the hospital!!” “Oh my God, and then what?” “A girl was crying the whole entire time and -” the stories they share go on and on.
  • Lance’s mom and Hunk’s mom are interested in the same things so their sons r bffs and so r they and their moms drag them off sometimes to do grocery shopping but Hunk and Lance are aways ‘can’t we just stay at hoooommmmeeee?’ ‘no you’re going to help me and hunk’s mom buy groceries for our party’ ‘what party????’ ‘a joint family party!!!!’ ‘??????? !!!! A JOINT FAMILY PARTY ????’
  • Hunk’s family and Lance’s family are really close buds now
  • It’s almost surreal how much the two families are alike to interests???
  • Hunk and Lance meet up after graduating middle school and decide to finally enrol in the same school. Both of them couldn’t have been anymore excited and happy.
  • Hunk is Lance’s only tether to Earth because Hunk is childhood and playground days, fighting off bullies and staying up at night under covers and pillow forts, charting stars while laying on muddy grass after rain, stealing cookies when their mothers aren’t looking, and making stupid jokes together as the sun went down – all of their world, quiet and soft and sound.
  • Lance loves Hunk and Hunk loves Lance. They’re best friends, because water breathes life on Earth and what is water without it’s Earth?

magnusbaene  asked:

also consider this: after the wedding they both take every single opportunity to say the words 'my husband'. doesnt matter if everyone already knows who theyre talking about (mostly bc the other is right next to them.. which is added incentive bc they get to see the joy and love on their husband's face)

ellie please i’m so weak

the thing is that everyone knows who they’re talking about, there isn’t a soul in the shadow world who doesn’t know that magnus bane and alec lightwood got married. their names are widespread and doesn’t matter if it’s shadowhunters and downworlders, there’s no one that doesn’t know who they are. there’s no one who doesn’t know who they are talking about, but does that stop them from making that distinction every single god damn time? no of course not

every single time it’s “oh have you met my husband, magnus?” and “ah excuse me for a moment, my husband alec is calling me.” and everyone around them just wants to roll their eyes out of their head because yes of course we know who you’re talking about. but at the same time it’s definitely pretty damn cute. it’s my husband in a way that lights up in their eyes like little shards of light. it’s my husband in ways that makes them both stop and just stare at each other as though they remembered again for the thousandth time oh, we’re really married aren’t we? we’re really married. we really did this. we’re together, forever, you and i. and it lights them up something awful like kissing for no reason in the middle of an event where they should be mingling with other people. it’s magnus’s hand pressing into alec’s back and pulling him close because alec’s eyes are shining like he just remembered the weight of those words again. and it’s smiles, huge smiles across the room when they overhear each other or when someone else says it. “this is magnus bane and his husband, alec.” “ah yes have you met alec lightwood and his husband, magnus?” and it’s just sweet candied sugar on the tongue and a feeling like unity.

but the worst part of all is when they’re alone. when they’re alone it’s “good morning mr. lightwood-bane.” it’s “what would you like for breakfast mr. lightwood-bane?” it’s “i missed your mouth mr. lightwood-bane.” and sometimes maybe “i want to sit in your lap, mr. lightwood.” or “you look good all laid out like this underneath me, mr. bane.”

Pay Attention or Pay The Consequence

You were never a very academic student. The only thing you liked about assignments was the fact that you could doodle on them to pass the time. One class that doodling was prohibited was Calculus. Mr. Kim never intimidated you, until now.


You doodled on the edge of your notebook, adding to the growing collage on the once blank paper. Calculus was your least favorite subject. Not to mention you pretty much hated school and all it stood for. The other students gawked at you from afar. How could you dare disobey the most strict teach in the school?! You were a rebel even if you hadn’t realized it yet.

Mr. Kim’s voice was pushed to the back of your mind. His boring tone and the sound of chalk scraping on the chalk board could lull you to sleep. At least you were awake. The bell rang and you thanked any God that would listen. You reached down to grab your bag but a wooden ruler clipped your knuckles.

“What the hell?!” You shouted. The man, the myth, the legend stood there towering over your desk. His eyebrows were drawn together under the thin frame of his glasses. His plump lips turned down into a scowl.

You had to admit, Mr. Kim had it going on.

Mr. Kim snatched your notebook out from under your hand and scanned the multiple drawings. You were a talented artist that was for sure. The look on your Teachers face said otherwise.

“These are not notes on Arithmetic, young lady.” The last student went scurrying out of the room with the slam of a door. Mr. Kim slammed down the notebook on your desk. You jumped slightly and felt fear rush through your veins. Mr. Kim pinched he bridge of his nose. “I’ve gave you countless tries to act on your own initiative Miss Y/n.”

Mr. Kim’s voice echoed throughout the room as he licked the door. Now why couldn’t he have this voice when teaching? The low, husky tone that made your thighs tighten. Mr. Kim circled your desk much like a vulture. His slick black shoes were nearly noiseless on the pristine white floor.

The crack of the ruler wrapped against your hand again. This time you yelped and hugged your wounded hand close. “What gives?” The older man said nothing. He went back to the tall, leather chair and leaned back. With a smooth smirk he rested his chin on his hand.

“Y/n, we need to discuss your punishment. Step forward.” Mr. Kim used his finger to beckon you forward. At first you were frozen solid until the man slapped his hand down on the desk. “My patience is wearing thin.” At that, you slowly stood and flattened down your skirt. The lump in your throat grew stiffer. His stiff and proper hair didn’t even move an inch when his head cocked.

“Yes sir.” Mr. Kim’s eyes darkened a single hue. He held out his long arm and started plucking at the buttons on the sleeve. Without removing his eyes from you, the teacher rolled down each sleeve and allowed his tongue to swipe over his lip.

This wasn’t happening. No, you were just daydreaming in Calculus again. But your feet were already moving. Before you realized it, you were standing between Mr. Kim’s feet. Chin to your chest, nothing could hide the deep blush on your cheeks. The wooden ruler was placed under your chin and pushed upward sharply.

“Eyes on me young lady.” There it was again. The gush between your thighs. You nodded once and Namjoon took away the ruler and sat it on the desk. “Good girl. Now pull down your skirt.” You were awestruck. There was no way this was happening.

“I don’t think-” Namjoon cleared his threat and your blood ran cold.

“What was that?” He teased. You licked your dry lips and reached for the zipper of your skirt. Slowly pulling the zipper down you eventually gained the nerve to remove it completely. You could tell Mr. Kim wasn’t amused. “Panties down too, little girl.”

“What! No!” You shook your head frantically. Mr. Kim shrugged and fixed the frame of his glasses.

“We can stay here all day.” It was weird. This feeling in your stomach. On one hand this was wrong, on the other, it was soooooo right. Who were you to not be a teachers pet? With a huff, you hooked your fingers in the lacy underwear and pulled them down to your knees. “So well behaved. Bend over the desk.”

Your cheeks sat ablaze. With a thick gulp you followed his instructions. Your nails dig into the thick wood and the sound of the chair rolling echoed in the empty room. “You have a Mr. Kim quietly hummed to himself until his large fingers grazed over your ass. A tiny gasp escaped you, but was quickly reprimanded by a slap on the butt. Your knees buckled. Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek to hold back the groan.

"No speaking.” That cold voice was back. Mr. Kim grabbed his ruler and trailed it over each ass cheek. You quietly peered over your shoulder to see your teacher lazily tracing the wood with interest. His eyes randomly shot up and saw you staring. That’s when the first hit came. Your mouth fell in a loud intake of breath. You bit your lip to stay quiet and pressed your forehead to the cold wood. What the hell were you doing? This was like some shitty porno that the boys in your class would watch.

Slutty school girl and hot teacher.

“Good girl. Four more.” The second hit was harder, striking across both ass cheeks. This time the gasp left without permission. Two more strikes followed the first.  “Each time I hear a noise, you earn another strike. We don’t want that do we?” Mr. Kim’s hand cupped your inner thigh, pushing you further on the desk. His small chuckle vibrated your body.

“My, my! These pretty little thighs are already drenched.” Another hit. Mr. Kim soothed the skin with his plump lips, allowing you a second of relaxation. Then came the final hit. It was harder than the rest and you could tell that wasn’t even at it’s full capacity. But you could feel the skin rising in harsh welts. “Y/n, what do you say?”

Your mind went blank and another hit landed on your left ass cheek. “T-thank you sir!” Mr. Kim laughed and rummaged in his drawer. “This is hand lotion. Not exactly for this purpose but it’ll have to do.” The cold sensation on your burning cheeks caused you to squeal. Mr. Kim gently soothed you with a hush and a gentle touch. Who knew that the boring, fucking sexy, Calculus teacher had all of this underneath?

“That was good Ms. Y/n.” His strong hands grasped your waist and tugged you backwards into his lap. You helped in shock but his hand cupped your mouth. “How about we discuss extra credit?”

Queer Eye for the “Straight” Guy

FINALLY, six months after I was commissioned, this thing is done.

I’m truly sorry to my donation winner, Cindy. Lord knows you never asked to put up with my procrastinating ass.

But I’m truly happy with how this turned out! And I hope you, Cindy, and the rest of y'all are too! This work is a part of the Fandom Trumps Hate auction. Check out some other cool works and support these charities this movement helps!

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Never had Castiel been checked out with such scrutiny.

The man walked around him, eyes slowly dragging over his body, just on this side of appreciative. They were green and critical under contemplative eyebrows, pushed together to form a crease in the middle that Castiel kind of wanted to poke. The man’s arms were crossed over his chest, his thumb playing with his lower lip as he circled.

Castiel just stood, arms loose at his sides, posture normal which was to say terrible. He watched the man watching him.

“Well,” the man said, facing Castiel but also kind of facing the large camera he’d brought with him. “The suit is awful but we can work with it. Are you sure I can’t talk you out of the trench coat?”

Castiel shook his head, his mouth grim.

The man sighed. “Well, I’ll figure something out.”

He then explained to Castiel some of what he was going to be doing. Usually the exposition would take place among the five men who hosted, but Castiel understood this was a special case. The usual five men to do the job was now one.

“Hi, and welcome to Queer Eye for the Straight Guy : celebrity edition. Where instead of the Fab Five, who are all experts in their fields, you have me, Dean Winchester, a bisexual hockey player who is slightly above average at these things.”

Castiel was, in this scenario, ‘the straight guy.’ He supposed that description fit simply by process of elimination. He knew he wasn’t gay because he did not wish to have sex with men. He didn’t particularly want to have sex with women but he liked them well enough: enjoyed the softness of their lips when they’d kissed him and liked their smell and general company.

So yes, Castiel could be the straight guy.

Although Dean Winchester’s shoulders looked very nice…

“Today’s victim is Castiel Novak: world renowned entymologist specializing in honey bees. His latest research publication is receiving all kinds of awards so he’s going to have a little celebration tonight. That’s where I’m here to help.”

“Okay, Cas, it may only be me, but I’ve still got some hired guns to help me move shit – er – junk around your apartment.” Dean turned to a woman wearing headphones. “Do I have to say that again?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “If you would, please.”

Dean sighed and repeated himself, this time leaving out the swear word.

This was all far too much production for Castiel. He preferred quiet libraries or the gentle hum of apiaries to the clapboards and shouted instructions of a television set.

“A necessary evil “his agent had called it. “ How do you expect to get more funding, Castiel, if no one cares about your research?”

Castiel had thought this quite unfair and demonstratively untrue. Plenty of people cared about his research! Students and… kindergarten teachers…

Castiel supposed those groups didn’t pay very much. He may have seen Meg’s point.

He didn’t know why that meant he had to be involved with a reality show, though. He glowered at the camera.

Dean smiled at him, unaffected. “I have given the crew my instructions so now I can whisk you away for a fun makeover montage.”

Castiel turned his glower on Dean.

He winked. “Yes, you’re very scary. Let’s go.”

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DL boys and shared themes with Disney Characters;

This explanation is not supposed to represent the diaboys BEING these characters, I’m not saying Shuu is Simba lol We’re talking shared themes here. If you step back from the characters as they are and look solely at their themes and not their appearance or quirks, then you can see some parallels even in their characterisation. But this is just for fun, please don’t take it seriously:

Shuu - Simba - Pain from the past, expectations to take on the crown, loss/grief:

Because of grief, he suffers subsequent procrastination/loss of motivation. He wants to change the past even as he submerges himself mentally in ‘comfort’ to escape his thoughts (Simba in the valley which literally looks like paradise, Shuu with sleep and music). Needs to stop running from loss, blaming himself, and to face it, learn from it. Eventual growth happens to both characters once they do this and also embrace the embodiment of a possible future. (Nala, Yui)

Reiji - Scar -  Envy, intelligence, inferiority complex towards older brother:

Wants to be respected more so than his other family members, will commit murder if pushed to it. Is prideful but has an inferiority complex towards elder sibling. His intelligence shines through even under his curt and condescending manner. Appears to be searching for acknowledgement of his talents and of himself, even with his certainty of the skills he possesses. Subtly manipulative.

Ayato - Kuzco/Maui-  Selfish, insecure underneath bravado and narcissistic: 

Kuzco side - Unsympathetic to the plights of others, self-centered, cocky, and has a sense of flair and style. Very used to holding everyone emotionally at arms length, and therefore doesn’t understand the value of kindness. Learns this trait through another, though has trouble practising it. Despite their flaws, it is generally difficult to dislike him due to their comical conceitedness bordering on ignorance for how ‘wrong’ his rude attitude is.

Maui side - Thrown into a body of water when he was younger and generally unloved by his mother. Believes that his skills equates his self worth. Is generally a very good fighter and skilled, though they obviously know it. Is underneath it all, insecure because of his mothers treatment, but hides it with bravado.

Laito - Clopin - Has a neutrality towards both good and evil:

Is often philosophical and a wry observer of everyone’s lives. Has a macabre sense of humour and plays the role of a harmless jester type when his intelligence inevitably shines through. Playful yet capable of cruelty. “We find you totally innocent, which is the worst crime of all~ So you’re going to hang!”

Kanato - Peter pan - Childish, 'innocent’ and cruel:

He represents a fear of change so stays in a childlike stasis even as he mercilessly kills others in the name of fun. (Peter kills the pirates) Selfish yet lonely and strangely isolated even when they’re in a group ethic. (Lost Boys, or the Sakamakis)

Subaru - Beast - Lonely, angry and distrustful:

Isolates himself because he believes himself ugly. Is deeply emotionally vulnerable under it all, and therefore becomes volatile if someone gets too close, lashing out. Only truly finds himself when he realises his bratty coping methods of destruction solve nothing and starts to see the humanity in himself and his captive, who becomes his love interest.

Mukamis under cut~

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  • Mahiru: No, not Tsubaki! I bet underneath it all he's good!
  • Misono: Oh no, underneath it all he is pure evil!
  • Mahiru: No one's pure evil. I mean, some people have a hard outer shell, but inside everybody has a creamy center.
  • Misono: There are plenty of people here, on this particular planet, who are hard on the outside and hard on the inside.
  • Mahiru: So they have more of a nougat-y center?
  • Misono: Shirota, people aren't chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.

Gardienne: No, not Leiftan! I bet underneath it all he’s good!
Ezarel: Oh no, underneath it all he is pure evil!
Gardienne: No one’s pure evil. I mean, some people have a hard outer shell, but inside everybody has a creamy center.
Ezarel: There are plenty of people here, on this particular planet, who are hard on the outside and hard on the inside.
Gardienne: So they have more of a nougat-y center?
Ezarel: Gardienne, people aren’t chocolates. Do you know what they are mostly? Bastards. Bastard coated bastards with bastard filling.

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Viki, how good is Henrik? So talented! His acting is so fine, he's so good at showing vulnerability fear strength all underneath the same quietness, you know? Yet every single emotion is there. I think it's interesting, how he and Tarjei balance each other, Tarjei's acting is extrovert, theatre-like, and Henrik's is more introverted, cinema-like. I think this is beautiful. Thank you universe *looks up Even's style*

Description of the library by the son of a Columbine Survivor

“Here’s the skinny. My beloved mother works at Columbine highschool (where I graduated in ‘87). On 20 Apr 99 at approximately 11:15am she went into the library to look for her boss (an un-named computer teaher). Hell broke loose. She hid in a magazine locker adjasent (sp) to the library. Four hours later, the SWAT team led her to safety.

Now click ahead… My beloved mom is going through some serious fucking counseling. Complete with lots of cool drugs (that I steal on a regular basis!) Her trauma counselor thinks that it might be a good idea if someone in the family visits the site where everything happened.

My father declines. It is a little too much for him. My mom asks me. “Sure, I’ll go!” I answer, not knowing what’s in store fore me.

Here we go.

Enter Columbine HS at the north entrance -by the old auto shop building. Sign in -me, my mom and brother, her counselor, three firefighters, six admin officials, and two cops. (we had to sign our names so they knew we
were there).

Walk down the halls. Cop lets us know where everyone met the wrath of Eric and Dylan. There are bullet holes in the hall thresholds. Pretty fuckin cool I think. I touch them. 9mm slugs leave a nice sized hole.

We go into the library. This is really fuckin strange. All the interior windows have black butcher-block paper covering them. Can’t see in or out.. Enter the room. Gotta sign a statement saying we won’t go to the media etc… (This, I thought was pretty cool. Aimee Sporer* would cum in her panties to be in this room. I got to go in simply cuz I was a sprog of a survivor. )*Aimee Sporer is the extremely cute albeit married and motherly newscaster of our local channel four news.

Enter the room. First thing that grabs my attention is the carpet. It looks like its burned in spots. Closer examination realizes that its not burned. Its blood. Nine mm rifles and shotguns do a fucking good job of draining bodies. It was all underneath tables. Most of the kids died as they were hiding under tables. Granted, it had been 6+ weeks since the massacre, the blood was still very visable. (I guess bloood doesn’t evaporate). Here’s the wierd part: The blood was so thick that you could scrape it up with a putty knife. It was like dried up clay on the carpet (Sorry secret santa wishers, I didn’t grab any samples). One kid who died had his *brains* blown onto the carpet. This nearly caused me to lose my lunch. But as a good A.T'er, I held it in. Picture a spot about as large as a frisbee. Turn it greyish-brown. Add cracks due to drying. Fucking brains. But what really had me was the presence of a fucking *turd* on the floor. I pointed it out to the investigator and asked, “what is that???” He replied, “Feces” Apparently, one girl shit on the floor as Eric and Dylan went about their mayhem.

Good ole’ Cassie (she said yes) Bernall was reading the fucking newspaper when she bought it. It was opened up to page 16 and had her blood on it. Actually, there was blood everywhere. It was on the books, floor, periodicles, etc…

Go to the east part of the library. Eric and Dylan wisely decided to end it here. OK, most of the investigators believe Eric shot Dylan. When the report comes out, this claim will likely be substatiated. Now I have shot many high powered rifles in my age. I never knew that ballistics can be so messy. Eric put a gun to his mouth and literally blew his brains all over the ceiling. I mean *all over* there is a spot where him and Dylan died. Above that spot is a streak of blood that coats the white, styrafoam ceiling panels where they died.

Spent an hour and ½ in the library with the cops. Saw shit I never hope to see again. When I went into work later that day, I was in a fuck of a bad mood.

p.s. Collected some broken glass from the library. Put it in jar and took it to the local watering hole. Man, some fuckers have no sense of humor. “

@jordanunderneath I drew your puppets. I love them. I would love to see these two interact I think it would be very interesting.

I made a speedpaint it’ll be up later.