high school yearbook pictures


Recently someone bought the 1996 Columbine High School yearbook. This is Dylan’s picture from that yearbook. He was in 10th grade (Sophomore). Credit for the photo goes to CHSMDF member, “froggy”.

This is Eric Harris’ signature in that yearbook. It says “Jen, I seriously think Michelle needs professional help. But she also might be beyond help! Eric Harris”.

kkatekane  asked:

Give me the Layla and Warren conspiracy theories

Okay, listen up. First off, we have this rumor off of the TV Tropes website:

It’s since been taken down and isn’t exactly damning in and of itself, but bear with me.

A lot of the characters’ names in this movie mean something; of the central characters, there’s the Warren Peace pun, the obvious Will Stronghold, and Gwen Grayson, which a lot of people have pointed out may be a combination of Spider-Man’s girlfriend Gwen Stacy, and DC superhero Dick Grayson. The only main character’s name that doesn’t seem to mean anything is Layla Williams, which is weird considering she’s the female lead, and notably similar to supervillain Poison Ivy, whose alter ego is Pamela Lillian Isley, originally Dr. Lillian Rose, so they totally could have gone in that direction.

Now, remember the scene where they’re going through Steve and Josie’s old high school yearbook?

When they get to the picture of Warren’s father Barron Battle, Steve says “Always swore he’d have his revenge on me. And he totally stole the lead in Oklahoma!” and judging from Will and Josie’s reactions he still brings this up a lot.

Oklahoma! is a famous play in which the main storyline revolves around the male lead, Curly McLain, trying to convince the female lead, Laurey Williams, to acknowledge her affections for him. Spoiler alert: he succeeds and at the end of the play they get married.

Laurey Williams.

Layla Williams.

They just called her Layla because no one names their kid Laurey anymore (no offense to anyone named Laurey), and this is clearly foreshadowing Warren and Layla getting together: Warren’s father “stole” the lead in Oklahoma!, a role centered on a romance with Laurey Williams, from Will’s father; ergo Warren was going to “steal” Layla from Will in a future film.

To make the evidence even more damning, the secondary storyline in Oklahama! follows a guy called Will Parker and his quest to marry this girl Ado Annie. He doesn’t look twice at Laurey. I rest my case.

Of course, it’s perfectly possible that is just another one of those million weird coincidences that show up way too often in a medium where creators always claim they actually think about this stuff, OR

it’s. foreshadowing. Prove me wrong.


attorneyl  asked:

Hey hey. Can you tell me how would you explain Bucky appearance? For example long hair, blue eyes ..

Yikes, sorry for taking so long! I’m not sure if this was what you were asking for, exactly, but…


When he first had himself back, he grew his hair. Long. Past his shoulders. If you asked why, he’d joke that he had missed out on getting to be a hippy. The truth was that Hydra had kept his hair that choppy shoulder length because they didn’t care enough to keep it cut short, but if it was longer it’d get caught in the plates of his arm. That would reduce his efficiency. The Asset must always be at peak condition (for fighting, not anything else, not ever.)

His eyes were darting, grey-blue, too wide. People gave him a wide berth. 


The next summer, he cut it short. Not in the same way he’d had it in his youth– the thought made him feel queasy, because he was so far away from that man now– but something a little more modern. (He was also sick of the long strands getting caught between the plates of his fingers and ripping out. That fucking stung.) He kept glancing at his reflection in passing shop windows, in the bathroom mirror. He looked…. odd. Like a relative, perhaps. But not like Bucky. Not like James.

His eyes were half-lidded, almost disdainful as they passed over the strangers milling about in crowds. No one noticed him.


When winter finally started melting into spring, he felt a creeping certainty. Hair was just hair, but he wanted some fucking semblance of control over himself, dammit. Even if sudden movements still made him tense for pain that never came, or occasional lingering glances from people made him wonder if his cover had been blown – before remembering that he didn’t have one to maintain anymore. He ran the fingers of his flesh hand through his hair, which had grown out to an unruly chin length again. He knew just what to do.


“No. No, no, no, no, no, n-no, no,” Sam managed to choke out between helpless peals of laughter. Bucky was baffled. 

“What?” he asked gruffly. Beside Sam, Steve was looking mildly amused but clueless. 

“I think he looks swell,” Steve shrugged. 

Sam’s only response was to bawl out “Swell!” and pound the kitchen table, doubling over. The man was actually crying with laughter.

“What’s the big deal?” Bucky muttered, unable to keep the tiniest smile off his face. Sam had that effect on a guy. 
“The big deal, Bucky Barnes, is that you have a fucking mullet,” Sam wheezed. He snapped a picture to send to his sister; Bucky gave a big grin and two thumbs up, hamming it up (it was easier nowadays to find that playful side of himself again.)

Sam’s sister sent back a picture within 2 minutes. To Bucky’s phone. Sam’s laughter cut short as he saw that his sister had sent his high school yearbook picture to Bucky. 

“Sam,” Bucky frowned, confused. “What’s a… Jheri-curl?”
“Let’s just go to lunch,” Sam said, evasive. Steve raised his eyebrows as he leaned over the other two, looking at  the picture of 15 year old Sam, beaming at the camera with an impressive, shining head of curls. 

“Say, I wonder if my hair can do that!”

(It could. Sam thought he would need hospitalization from laughing so hard when Steve came back from the hair salon.)

How I’m participating in the #BoycottReigns movement sweeping the IWC:

1. Buying Roman Reigns shirts from WWE; only wearing them for yard work

2. When something breaks in my house (1-2 times per week), telling the repair person, “Could be worse! I could be watching Monday Night Raw superstar Roman Reigns right now!”

3. Changing all my passwords to “BoycottRomanReigns316.”

4. Getting drunk and screaming at my cat about how much I hate “that fuckin’ Roman Reigns”

5. Going to Starbucks, telling them my name is Roman Reigns, then leaving a shitty tip

6. Paying for Mass to be celebrated for the repose of the soul of Roman Reigns’ push

7. Instead of saying Octavian was the first Roman emperor, saying he was the first Dean and Seth emperor

8. Punching myself in the dick while looking at Roman Reigns’ high school yearbook picture

9. Removing Roman Reigns from my list of emergency contacts

10. Devoting the kind of passionate attention to Roman Reigns that will ensure he remains a top WWE performer for years to come

My senior yearbook quote

last minute! it’s still january 31st in california. my submission for clareiow’s #drawbenedict challenge. bic pen on strathmore bristol smooth, probably about 7 hours. open in new tab for 1280 x some larger number. [my art tag]