grassy knolls


The Ice Box Murders - On 23 June, 1965, authorities in Houston were asked to check up on 81-year-old Fred Rogers and his 79-year-old wife, Edwina Rogers, at the request of their nephew who had become worried when the elderly couple would not answer their phone. The two patrol men found the house seemingly empty. They began to search each room to see if they could find any clues as to where they could have disappeared to. Before leaving the kitchen, for some reason, they decided to look in the fridge: “We didn’t know it was a body until we got ready to close the refrigerator and we could see the head down in the bottom of the vegetable bin.” The immediate, and only, suspect was their 43-year-old reclusive unemployed son, Charles Rogers, who had lived with his parents; he was nowhere to be found. An investigation revealed that the elderly couple had been murdered on Father’s Day. Edwina had been brutally beaten before being shot in the head, execution style. Fred had been bludgeoned with a claw hammer; his eyes had been gouged out and his genitals removed. The couple were then dismembered and their organs were flushed down the toilet. Charles Rogers was never found or heard from again but his life was documented in the 1992 book, The Man on the Grassy Knoll, in which the author claimed that Rogers was a CIA agent who was involved in the assassination of President JFK. He theorised that his parents had discovered his true identity and responded by killing them and then fleeing to Guatemala.

Setting Aesthetics for the Types

Based on people I know, stereotypes, and cognitive functions.

ENTP: A comic book store. The International Space Station. Old Faithful in Yellowstone National Park.
INTP: A museum at night. The Space Needle in Seattle. A telescope on an apartment rooftop.
ENTJ: A game of chess in the park. Pike’s Peak. The head of a long dining table at Thanksgiving.
INTJ: Physics and chemistry laboratories. Secret passageways in old buildings. A sealed vault.
ENFP: A poetry slam. Ancient Aztec ruins. A room full of decorative, metal-framed mirrors.
INFP: A window seat in a library. A small countryside chapel with stained glass windows. A canopy bed in a cluttered bedroom.
ENFJ: Making snow angels in a park. A birthday party with lots of balloons. A pay-per-view telescope at the beach.
INFJ: The Notre Dame Cathedral. Cloud watching on a grassy knoll. Watching the roe deer in the Hallerbos forest in Belgium.
ESTP: An arcade. Hang gliding over the Grand Canyon. Labeling arteries in a cadaver lab.
ISTP: On a motorcycle in the city at night. Sheer cliffs with waterfalls. Jigsaw puzzles by the fireplace.
ESTJ: The labyrinth of Versailles. Rehearsing in an empty auditorium. The top of the Statue of Liberty.
ISTJ: A subway station early in the morning. The archives of the Library of Congress. A well-worn path through twisted woods.
ESFP: Snorkeling at a coral reef. Fashion week in New York. A performance of Shakespeare at The Globe Theater.
ISFP: Botanical gardens. A blanket fort in the attic. The Santa Maria Cathedral in Florence, Italy.
ESFJ: A picnic in a park with kites. A bustling marketplace with fresh food and flowers. Feeding lorikeets at an aviary.
ISFJ: A petting zoo with baby goats. A meadow of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. Studying at a familiar coffee shop with a house band.


Anne Marie Hochhalter, 17 in 1999.
Anne Marie was outside eating lunch on the grassy knoll with two friends when the shooting began. At first she thought it was a joke but when she saw students getting shot in the legs, she realized it was for real. She tried to run to the safety of the cafeteria and was shot by Eric Harris once in the back and once in the chest. Paralyzed by a bullet that damaged her spinal cord and diaphragm (it was later found lodged in her liver), she collapsed, unable to move. She told investigators later that while she was playing dead she could hear one of the gunmen shouting orders to the other but couldn’t understand what they were saying. If rescue workers had been as little as two minutes slower in reaching her, she would have died. As such doctors later called her the “miracle girl”. She was later moved to Craig Hospital for spinal cord rehabilitation. She spent four months in the hospital.

Her mother Carla, who’d been diagnosed with depression committed suicide 6 months later, on October 22, 1999. The reports say she went to a pawn shop, bought a gun, loaded it and killed herself on the spot. She was pronounced dead at the hospital. Her father Ted remarried a year later, marrying one of the grief counselors he and Anne met.

Her 16 year old brother Nathan was also a student at Columbine. While the shooting occured, Nathan was trapped in a science room. Anne Marie underwent therapy at Craig Hospital with Patrick Ireland and resumed school Sept. 9 1999, taking one Physics class with him. Her family bought a house with wheelchair ramps and lifts with the help of Colorado Homebuilders Foundation. At age 18, she was attending Columbine part time and helped out in the nurse’s office in addition to taking classes. She wanted to go on to community college once she graduated but had planned to take the summer of 2000 off to “be a teen” since she’d lost that time the previous summer.
- acolumbinesite

Anne Marie Hochhalter made a facebook status on febuary 11 2016, where she wrote;

Dear Sue Klebold, I was injured at Columbine High School in 1999. As you know, your son Dylan, and his classmate, Eric Harris, killed 13 people and then themselves. You are releasing a book called, “A Mother’s Reckoning”, and are appearing tomorrow on the TV program 20/20 to talk about what happened and what your son did. I have only two instances to form an opinion on you and they are as follows:
1. You and your husband wrote me a letter a few months after I was paralyzed saying how sorry you were. It was genuine and personal. The Harris letter, on the other hand, was four sentences long on a folded up piece of paper, and was cold and robotic. To refresh your memory, your letter read like this:
“Dear Anne Marie,
Our prayers have been with you each day as we read about the terrible ordeal you and your family have experienced. We read that you had been transferred to Craig Hospital, and we were so thankful that you had progressed to the point where you could enter a rehabilitation facility. Though we have never met, our lives are forever linked through this tragedy that has brought unspeakable heartbreak to our families and our community. With deepest humility we apologize for the role our son, Dylan, had in causing the suffering you and your family have endured. Your recovery process will be a long and difficult road, and we hope that the support of people all over the world will help you find strength and courage as you meet the many challenges you have yet to face. When we read reports of your progress, we marvel at your resolve. It is still terribly difficult for us to believe that the son we knew could play a role in causing harm to you and others. The reality that he shared in the responsibility for this senseless tragedy is beyond our comprehension. We offer our love, support, and service as you and your family work to gain control over your lives. May God watch over you during your recovery process and beyond. May each day bring you successes, however small, that bring you hope and encouragement.
Sue and Tom Klebold.
2. I was contacted by ABC to comment for the 20/20 special and they told me that any proceeds from your book (aside from publisher’s costs) will go to helping those with mental illness. Six months after Columbine happened, my mother, Carla, committed suicide. She was already suffering from depression so the shootings didn’t directly cause her to do what she did, but it certainly didn’t help. It means a lot to me that you wouldn’t keep those proceeds for yourself, but to help others that suffer from mental illness.
I think it’s appropriate that the program that you are appearing on is named “20/20”. Hindsight is truly 20/20 and I’m sure you have agonized over what you could have done differently. I know, because I do the same thing with trying to think of ways I could have prevented my mother’s death. I have no ill-will towards you. Just as I wouldn’t want to be judged by the sins of my family members, I hold you in that same regard. It’s been a rough road for me, with many medical issues because of my spinal cord injury and intense nerve pain, but I choose not to be bitter towards you. A good friend once told me, “Bitterness is like swallowing a poison pill and expecting the other person to die.” It only harms yourself. I have forgiven you and only wish you the best.
Anne Marie Hochhalter.

Soaked for Science

I went to the March for Science this weekend, and since I went armed with @eclecticmuses‘ wonderful FitzSimmons commission for me, I couldn’t resist writing a flufflet about the two of them actually marching. All signs mentioned were ones I saw. (Also, a brief exchange was inspired by one I had with @ifwehadamonkey later that day!) 
Rated G, in a canon-divergent s4 where everyone’s happy, healthy & in reality. ;-)

“Four hours.”

Jemma groaned, droplets flying off the sleeve of her sunflower-patterned raincoat as she whacked him on the shoulder. “Ugh, Fitz –”

“We’ve been standing in the rain for four hours.”

A burst of static crackled over the sound system as speakers changed places on the stage.

“And so has everyone else,” she pointed out, hopping slightly onto her tiptoes to glimpse something at the side of the crowd. Fitz reached out instinctively to hover one hand over her lower back, ready to catch her should she slip on the sopping wet grass.

“I can barely remember what it was like to be dry –”

“Oh, for –”

“I’ve never seen fingers wrinkle because of rain –”

Clapping her hands together, Jemma let out a little noise of excitement and grabbed onto his arm, interrupting his good-natured complaining. “Fitz, look!” He followed where she was pointing, blinking as rain dripped into his eyes. “Not all superheroes wear capes,” she said, reading the sign that she’d spotted within the crowd, “most wear lab coats!”

“Daisy’d agree with that,” he said with a grin. “I don’t think any superheroes wear capes. Too impractical.”

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Shooting Stars // Kim Taehyung


the prompt: can you write a fluffy scenario with Taehyung just casually hanging out like watching a movie/going to the beach/watching the stars or just hanging out in a bar with a few drinks and nice music date or sth??

words: 503

category: fluffy drabble

author note: this isn’t a scenario this is a blurb but i hope you like it anyway bc i think it’s pretty cute also why is tae so cute i don’t need this rudeness??

- destinee

Originally posted by taehyunglq

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on the youtuber The Amazing Atheist? His recent videos debunking Buzzfeed articles are hilarious. If you don't know him you have to check him out.

… I mean, he’s a disgusting, misogynistic piece of shit and he could have evidence from the grassy knoll and I wouldn’t click on his videos.

Calum Hood Smut - If You Don't Know

Pairing: Calum and Y/N

Word Count: 6.6k+

Rating: R

Requested: Nope!

Because let’s be real, virgin Calum is underrated and I think we all needed this a little bit.

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anonymous asked:

avac!tony has a pet unicorn. Legend has it only a virgin can a tame wild unicorn. So..

The most damsel~

((IronFalcon, StrangeIron, IronAnt, Peony, StarkLord, IronWidow))

Later Jan calls Rhodey and gets Rhodey to beat people up while she can protect Tonys innocence (or vice versa…. or maybe they take turns.)

Tony dont care. Tony just wants to hang out with his unicorn probably in his hot tub and probably eat cheese.

((IronPanther is here too))


Douglas Robinson, The New York Times, 16 April 1967

Thousands of antiwar demonstrators marched through the Streets of Manhattan yesterday and then massed in front of the United Nations building to hear United States policy In Vietnam denounced.

The Police Department’s office of Community Relations said that police, off leers at the scene estimated the number of demonstrators outside the United Nations at “between 100,000 and 125,000.”

It was difficult to make any precise count because people were continually leaving and entering the rally area. It was also almost Impossible to distinguish the demonstrators from passersby and spectators.

On Friday the police had announced that they were preparing for a crowd of 100,000 to 400,000.

Leaders of Parade
It was the largest peace demonstration staged in New York since the Vietnam war began. It took four hours for all the marchers to leave Central Park for the United Nations Plaza.

The parade was led by the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Dr. Benjamin Spock, the pediatrician, and Harry Belafonte, the singer, as well as several other civil rights and religious figures, all of whom linked arms as they moved out of the park at the head of the line.

The marchers—who had poured into New York on chartered buses, trains and cars from cities as far away as Pittsburgh, Cleveland and Chicago—included housewives from Westchester, students and poets from the Lower East Side, priests and nuns, doctors, businessmen and teachers.

Chant From Youths
As they began trooping out of Central Park toward Fifth Avenue, some of the younger demonstrators chanted: “Hell no, we won’t go,“ and “Hey, Hey, L. B. J., How Many Kids Did You Kill Today.”

Most of the demonstrators, however, marched silently as they passed equally silent crowds of onlookers. At several points—notably Central Park South from the—Avenue of the Americas to Fifth Avenue—the sidewalks were swarming with onlookers. Other blocks were almost deserted.

Some of the marchers were , hit with eggs and red paint. At 47th Street and Park Avenue, several demonstrators were struck by steel rods from a building under construction. Some plastic cups filled with sand barely missed another group. There were no serious injuries.

At least five persons were arrested for disorderly conduct. Three youths were taken into custody when they tried to rush a float that depicted the Statue of Liberty.

The demonstration here and a similar One in San Francisco were sponsored by the Spring Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam, a loose confederation of leftwing, pacifist and moderate antiwar groups;

A few minutes before 11 AM, an hour before the parade started, about 70 young men gathered on an outcropping of rock in the southeast comer of the Sheep Meadow in Central Park to bum their draft cards. They were quickly joined by others, some of whom appeared to have decided to join in on the spot.

Hard to Check
The demonstrators said that nearly 200 cards were burned, although in the chanting, milling throng it was impossible to get an accurate count or to tell whether all the papers burned were draft cards.

Surrounded by a human chain that kept out hundreds of onlookers, the demonstrators first clustered In small groups around cigarette lighters, then sat down and passed cards up to a youth holding a flaming coffee cam Cheers and chants of “Resist, Resist,” went up as small white cards—many of which were passed hand to hand from outside the circle—caught fire.

Many of the demonstrators carried or wore daffodils and chanted “Flower Power.”

It was the first large draft-card, burning in the protests against the war in Vietnam, although groups of up to a dozen had publicly burned their cards.

Among the group yesterday was a youth in the uniform, jump boots and green beret of the Army Special Forces, whose name tag said “Rader.” He identified himself as Gary Rader of Evanston, Ill., and said he had served a year and a half of active duty as a reservist.

Like the rest of the demonstrators, the card burners were a mixed group. Most were of college age, and Included bearded, button-wearing hippies, earnest students in tweed coats and ties, and youths who fitted in neither category.

There were a number of girls who burned half of their husband’s or boy friend’s draft cards while the men burned the other half. Among the burners were a sprinkling of older men, including several veterans and the Rev. Thomas Hayes of the Episcopal Peace Fellowship.

Last week the United States Court of Appeals for the First Circuit held unconstitutional a law passed in 1965 banning draft-card burning under pain of a maximum 5-year sentence and a $10,000; fine; Two convictions under the law, however, have been upheld by United States Courts of Appeals in the Second and Eighth Circuits.

Vietcong Flags Raised
In his speech at the United Nations rally, Dr. King repeatedly called on the United States to “honor its word0 and “stop the bombing of North Vietnam.”

“I would like to urge students from colleges all over the nation to use this summer and coming summers educating and organizing communities across the nation against war,” Dr. King told the crowd.

Before making his speech, the minister and a five-man delegation presented a formal note to Dr. Ralph Bunche, Undersecretary for Special Political Affairs at the United Nations.

The note said: “We rally at the United Nations in order to affirm support of the principals of peace, universality, equal rights and self-determination of peoples embodied in the Charter and acclaimed by mankind, but violated by the United States.” The demonstrators began to assemble in Central Park’s Sheep Meadow early in the morning.

On one grassy knoll, a group calling itself the United States Committee to Aid the National Liberation Front of South Vietnam built a 40-foot high tower of black cardboard tubing. They then attached a number of Liberation Front (Vietcong) flags, of blue and red with a gold star in the center.

At 12:20 P.M., the parade stepped off from Central Park South and the Avenue of the Americas, with Dr. King and the other leaders in the vanguard. They were surrounded by a group of parade marshals who linked hands to shield them from possible violence. From the hundreds of people  lining the route of march came expressions of anger or support.

“I think it’s terrible, ” said Carl Hoffman, an engineer from Hartford, who stood at the corner where the march began.

Nearby, 20-year-old Estelle Klein, an office manager from Queens, gazed at the students, nuns, businessmen, veterans and doctors marching by and said: “I’d be out there too, but I don’t know, I just don’t think it’ll do any good.”

As the demonstrators moved east on 59th Street, they encountered bands of youths carrying American flags and hoisting placards with such slogans as “Bomb Hanoi” and “Dr. Spock Smokes Bananas.”

The bands of youths ran along the sidewalks paralleling the line of march, calling insults at the demonstrators.

Along one stretch of high-rise apartment houses on Lexington Avenue, eggs were dumped from a number of windows and many marchers had their clothes stained with red paint tossed by persons behind police barricades.

Guests Peer Out
From the windows of the Barbizon-Plaza Hotel the Plaza and the St. Moritz, guests—a few still in pajamas—peered from their rooms at the throng moving out of the park. Most of these watchers neither applauded nor heckled.

Although the demonstrators were supposed to follow a line of march set up by the police, several thousand members of the Harlem contingent broke away and marched down Seventh Avenue through Times Square.

Several fistfights broke out in Times Square between angry motorists caught in a huge traffic jam and the paraders.

At 42d Street and Second Avenue, a fight broke out between several spectators and 19-year-old Edward Katz of Manhattan. Mr. Katz said later that he was trying to get to his car with his wife and baby when “a group of anti-peace people started knocking over the baby carriage.”

By 4 P.M., the last of the marchers had moved out of Central Park, leaving it looking like at disaster area. The paths and roadways were covered with litter.

There were several floats in the parade, including one on which Pete Seeger, the folk singer, rode with a number :of children. They sang folk songs like “This Land Is Your Land” as they rolled along the line of march.

Most of the marchers carried signs that had been authorized and printed by the Spring Mobilization Committee. Among the slogans were “Stop the Bombing,0 “No Vietnamese Ever Called Me Nigger’! and, “Children Are Not Born to Burn.”

There were many unauthorized banners and placards, however. One, a bed sheet carried by three young men, bore in large black letters the words, “Ho Chi Minh is a Virgin.”

A minor scuffle between the police and the peace marchers broke out at 3 P.M. on the south side of 42d Street just west of First Avenue when some marchers tried to turn north.

Patrolmen, on foot moved into the crowd, trying to push them into line. Other policemen on horseback charged into the throng and helped turn the marchers back. Nearby, counter-demonstrators screamed: “Kill them, kill them.”

The speeches at the United Nations did not, start until after 2 P.M. While the demonstrators waited, filling the plaza from 47th to 42d Streets, they were entertained by folk singers.

An overflow crowd filled the side-streets west of First Avenue. More than 2,000 policemen were on hand at the United Nations to keep order, and to separate demonstrators from counter-demonstrators.

‘Be-in’ at the Park
A “be-in” of several thousand young men and women preceded the start of the parade. They gathered on a rock but-cropping in the southeast corner of the Sheep Meadow, dancing and singing to the music of guitars, flutes and drums.

Many of the young people had painted their faces and legs with poster paint. The sweet smell of cooking bananas hung over the group.

Unidentified demonstrators set fire to an American flag held up on a flagstaff in the park before the march began, the police said. No arrests were made in connection with the incident.

After leaving Dr. Bundle’s office at the United Nations, Dr. King told newsmen that the “demonstration was “just a beginning of a massive outpouring of concern and protest activity against this illegal and unjust war.”

The speeches ended soon after 5 P.M. when a downpour drenched the plaza, converting it into a field of soggy clothing, peeling placards and deep puddles.

The rally area was almost completely deserted by 6:30, except for crews from the Sanitation Department who were cleaning up a mountain; of debris.

Speakers at the rally, in addition to Dr. King, included Floyd McKissick, national secretary of the Congress of Racial Equality, and Stokely Carmichael, leader of the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee.

Mr. Carmichael, who spoke against background shouts of “black power,” described the United States’ presence in Vietnam as “brutal and racist,” and declared that he was against “drafting young men, particularly young black Americans.”

Mr. McKissick called for the immediate withdrawal of American troops from Vietnam and predicted that the turnout of marchers would bring “some positive, action” from Washington.

The Rev. James Bevel, who was national director of Spring Mobilization, said he would give President Johnson “one month to stop murdering those folks in Vietnam.”

“That’s all we’ll give him, one month to pull those guns^out,” Mr. Bevel said with his fists upraised. “If he doesn’t, we’ll close down New York City.” He did not elaborate.

Before leaving Central Park, Mr. Belafonte told newsmen that he was participating in the demonstration because “the war in Vietnam—like all wars—is immoral.”

Co-optional History
  • Totalbiscuit: Remember remember the 10th of November there's another shitty podcast on today that's how the rhyme goes if i recall correctly.
  • Crendor: As quoted by George Washington.
  • Totalbiscuit: Indeed in his famous speech atop the hill before he was shot by a man on a grassy knoll.
  • Crendor: Ghandi.
  • Totalbiscuit: Ghandi?.
  • Crendor: Ghandi shot him down.
  • Totalbiscuit: I don't think Ghandi was there i think you are misremembering that.
  • Dodger: I mean that's what we where taught.
  • Crendor: That was the civil war i thought it was the revolutionary war.
  • Totalbiscuit: Ah yes that was it, totally true.
  • Crendor: That was Lincoln that shot him down.
  • Totalbiscuit: Yeah.
  • Crendor: I always get my history mixed up.
  • Totalbiscuit: Ghandi is like "The confederacy is amazing" and Lincoln is like "Fuck you" and thats basically how the civil war happened.
  • Crendor: And then the vampires attacked.
  • Jesse: Im not sure that's what happened.
  • Dodger: Oh and yeah then the communist army came out of the sewers they had been underground for a really long time.
  • Totalbiscuit: Yeah the ratmen.
  • Crendor: That was World War 1.
  • Dodger: Oh god im sorry i get so confused.
  • Jesse: First of all everyone knows that Lucky Lindy flew the spirit of St.Lewis across the Atlantic with Amelia Earhart single handedly ending the civil war and causing the buycut of Chinese fish.
  • Totalbiscuit: I thought it was the Wright brothers.
  • Crendor: Me too.
  • Jesse: the Wright brothers where the guys who invented the hula hoop.
  • Crendor: Wow i didn't know that fact.
  • Totalbiscuit: We learn so much from this show.
  • Jesse: Yeah you should go to your history teacher and tell them everything you just learned.
  • Crendor: I only got D's in school.
Columbine Victim & Survivor List

(15 deaths, 24 non-fatal injuries, 21 of those injuries caused by gunfire).

  1. Rachel Scott, 17, killed by four shots to arm, ribcage, temple and leg on a grassy area next to the West entrance of the school by Harris.
  2. Richard Castaldo, 17, injured, shot in the arm, chest, back, and abdomen on the same grassy area.
  3. Daniel Rohrbough, 15, killed with one shot to leg, one to the stomach and one shot to the chest on the West staircase by both Harris and Klebold.
  4. Sean Graves, 15, injured, shot in the back, foot, and abdomen on the West staircase.
  5. Lance Kirklin, 16, injured, shot with wounds to the leg, neck, and jaw on the West staircase.
  6. Michael Johnson, 15, injured, escaped from grassy knoll with wounds to his face, arm and leg.
  7. Mark Taylor, 16, injured, shot in the chest, arms, and leg on the grassy knoll.
  8. Anne-Marie Hochhalter, 17, injured, shot in the chest, arm, abdomen, back, and left leg near the cafeteria’s entrance.
  9. Brian Anderson, 16, injured, wounded near the West entrance by flying glass.
  10. Patti Nielson, 35, injured, hit in the shoulder by shrapnel near the West Entrance.
  11. Stephanie Munson, 16, injured, shot in the ankle inside the North Hallway.
  12. Dave Sanders, 47, killed due to blood loss after being shot in the neck and back inside the South Hallway by Harris.
  13. Evan Todd, 15, injured, sustained minor injuries from the splintering of a desk he was hiding under.
  14. Kyle Velasquez, 16, killed from two gunshot wounds, one to head, and one to back left shoulder in the library by Klebold.
  15. Patrick Ireland, 17, injured, shot in the arm, leg, head and foot.
  16. Daniel Steepleton, 17, injured, shot in the thigh.
  17. Makai Hall, 18, injured, shot in the knee.
  18. Steven Curnow, 14, killed by by one shot to the neck and one through his right shoulder in the library by Harris.
  19. Kacey Ruegsegger, 17, injured, shot in the hand, arm and shoulder.
  20. Cassie Bernall, 17, killed by a shot to the right side of her head and one through her finger in the library by Harris.
  21. Isaiah Shoels, 18, killed by wounds to the left arm, through the armpit, heart and right arm in the library by Harris.
  22. Matthew Kechter,16, killed by a shot to the left shoulder, through neck, lung and right arm in the library by Klebold.
  23. Lisa Kreutz, 18, injured, shot in the shoulder, hand, arms, and thigh.
  24. Valeen Schnurr, 18, injured, with wounds to the chest, arms, and abdomen.
  25. Mark Kintgen, 17, injured, shot in the head and shoulder.
  26. Lauren Townsend, 18, killed by six gunshot wounds to back torso, three wounds to front torso, and a graze to the head in the library by Harris and Klebold.
  27. Nicole Nowlen, 16, injured, shot in the abdomen.
  28. John Tomlin, 16, killed by one shot to the back, one graze to the chest, and three shots to the head in the library by Harris and Klebold.
  29. Kelly Fleming, 16, killed by a shot to her lower back in the library by Harris.
  30. Jeanna Park, 18, injured, shot in the knee, shoulder, and foot.
  31. Daniel Mauser, 15, killed by a single shot to the nose through neck in the library by Harris.
  32. Jennifer Doyle, 17, injured, shot in the hand, leg and shoulder.
  33. Stephen ‘Austin’ Eubanks, 17, injured, shot in the hand, leg and knee.
  34. Corey DePooter, 17, killed by a shot to his left shoulder through the lung, out of neck, as well as shots to his back and arm in the library by Klebold and Harris.
  35. Eric Harris, 18, killed from a single self-inflicted gunshot wound to the roof of his mouth.
  36. Dylan Klebold, 17, killed from a single gunshot wound to the left temple.

Other injuries:

Hiding in a one person bathroom off of the faculty lounge, Nick Foss, a student, and Joyce Jankowski, an old teacher of Dylan’s, along with others, were afraid the shooters would find them hiding in the bathroom. Nick and Joyce then crawled into an air vent, fifteen feet above the ground, as an attempt to escape the school but almost immediately fell through. She was treated for the injuries and was released April 20th,1999. Nick Foss was in the commons at the time of the shooting. When he ran outside to ask the shooters what they were doing, they pointed their weapons at him. At first, one of the shooters pointed a gun at his head, but it didn’t fire when he pulled the trigger. A bullet however did graze his head. Nick was treated for his injuries from the fall and the bullet graze. He graduated from Columbine in May, 1999. Adam Kyler was also in the commons when the shooting began. That day, Kyle Velasquez sat with him at lunch. When Dylan Klebold entered the commons through the south wall and started shooting, Adam ran towards the kitchen for shelter. Just before he reached the serving line, he was hit with a chair in the ribs. He was treated at the hospital with abdominal pains and released the same day.

Always remember…

North Texas Gothic

You drive for hours. You’re still in Texas.

You’ve never been to Oklahoma. No one who goes there ever seems to come back.

They’re building a wall on the border. They say it will keep immigrants out, but you worry about what it is keeping in.

The tornado sirens go off at noon. The tornado sirens go off at noon. A tornado comes, and the sirens are silent. You wonder what they really warn for.

You’re trying to get from Irving to Plano. You end up in Deep Ellum. You’re trying to get from Fort Worth to Addison. You end up in Deep Ellum. You’re trying to get to Deep Ellum. You drive down the Grassy Knoll twice and go home.

There’s a new highway. There’s always a new highway. You get a bill in the mail from a toll road you’ve never heard of. You pay it, just in case.

Marching band members are dropping like flies from heat exhaustion. You judge their lack of commitment. Do they really have spirit? Do they?

Your high school football team loses every game. Everyone goes. There are no other options.

Why are the snow cones so good? You used to know someone who didn’t like them, but you don’t talk to them anymore.

You went to an out of state college. You wear a Longhorns t-shirt anyway, for protection.

You go to youth group on Wednesday, to see what it is about. You’re not what it is about. After ten years of church trips and bible camp, you finally escape by moving to the heathen Northwest.

A Homecoming Surprise- A LOTR short fic

Request: Frodo X reader (Sam’s younger sister) where they are in a relationship before he leaves for the quest and she finds she is pregnant with their child, but doesn’t tell him because he leaves before she could. And so when they all return to the shire they have an emotional meet up and he gets to meet their daughter.

Pairing: Frodo x Reader

Warnings: Implied sexual actions

Word Count: 2757

You put a hand on your swollen belly and let out a deep sigh. Frodo had been gone for almost six months with your older brother Sam, and you had hardly heard any word about how he and the company were doing. Of course rumors were swirling around the Shire about their whereabouts. Mostly the whispers were nonsense, although they did scare you quite a bit. Once in awhile strangers would stop by and tell of the happenings outside of your small world. Stories of men riding wild horses into battle, tales of elves aiding unlikely allies, and as always, Sauron’s sharp eye watching out upon the world. These stories would strike panic into your heart, and you would fear for Frodo and Sam’s safety.

Your fellow hobbits would talk behind your back, and tell stories about you. As your stomach had grown larger, they would talk about you in very mean ways and would often shun you from their circles. “I heard that she was with so many men, that she doesn’t know who the father of the baby is.”

“I heard that she went away with a dwarf for one night.” None of these were true since no one knew the real story…

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