human transport


The OUREA Christian Grajewski

“317 years after human kind’s extinction, the OUREA reaches her final destination, the planet Aion. Loaded with the genetic samples and the memory of a billion people and the equipment to build a new world. Theia the artificial intelligence has the task to rebuild human society…“

thenkeepgoing  asked:

Why are kayaks Incredibly Rude to swans? I'm asking because we have a lot of wild turkeys on my college campus and they HATE cars. They will block you from opening car doors, circle you in your car like a shark, jump on top of cars and snap at tires.

           2/2 so I was wondering if large birds just hate human transportation or something haha. Thanks for your post, very interesting.            

(In reference to a comment I made about kayaks being incredibly rude in Swan Culture)

I’ve been looking at my inbox like “I am not some kind of ECCENTRIC BIRD WHISPERER,” but I actually know the answer to this one, and it’s hilarious.

Large birds don’t have a particular hateboner for human transportation, but wild turkeys have two unique properties that make them behave ridiculously when they collide with human populations. For those who aren’t familiar with them, wild turkeys are large, boisterous birds that tend to interact with humans most frequently around the autumn which is convenient for Thanksgiving and mating season in early spring. Most of the time, they live peaceable lives in the woods, but around November they run around in flocks bothering innocent citizens and picking fights with vending machines, and then they usually go away again.

The toms, or dominant males, can stand up to 4 feet tall and weigh up to 24 pounds. They’re the ones that do the fancy displays:

The First Unique Turkey Property: Now, wild turkeys are a little bit like betta fish, in that they perceive any shiny/reflective surface that shows them a reflection as actually containing Another Turkey, and they react accordingly. When they react to the Other Turkey - usually by posturing aggressively and flaring their fins feathers majestically - the Other Turkey ESCALATES THE SITUATION by posturing as well. At some point the real turkey loses its temper and attacks, pecking and scratching and trying to take the fucker apart, only to find that the Other Turkey has protected itself with some kind of force field.

So to a wild turkey that has encountered enough autumnal car-related psychic battles, the completely logical conclusion to take away from them is that cars contain demonic spirits that must be subdued. Other examples of things that wild turkeys are compelled to vanquish include… well, other reflective things.

To address this, cover reflective things (you can rub soap on your car to make it less reflective) and frighten off the turkey if it’s keeping you from leaving your car.

The Second Unique Turkey Property: This is a little bit embarrassing for all concerned, but you have to think about it like a turkey would. You see, humans are oddly compelling creatures to a hormonal turkey. We have bare faces with interestingly positioned lumps of flesh, we gobble our speech in a way that almost sounds like Turkey, we strut about on two feet showing off our long sexy legs, we strut about in family groups, we often have access to really good food, our clothing is big and bright and colorful. Turkey faces change color with their mood; human faces are all kinds of fascinating colors, plus additional fantastic decorations. To wild turkeys, humans are a type of turkey, and further: many humans are either Intimidating Sexual Threats, or Exciting Sexual Beings. 

Now, I am very sorry about this, but not only can wild turkeys be kind of reverse furries, they also have unexpected ideas about gender and sexuality. So to some female turkeys, “male” humans are excitingly sexy and they will follow one around for embarrassingly long periods of time, cooing attractively - meanwhile, the tom turkey and the subordinate males will be OUTRAGED by the COMPETITION presented by the interloper, and will attempt to subdue “him.” And “female” humans are likewise at risk of being passionately seduced by the dominant toms, or quietly propositioned by subordinate males - or the females may attempt to recruit you into their existing social system - as a junior member, of course. They have a strict pecking order.

Unfortunately for humans, your preferred gender may not necessarily actually translate to the gender that turkeys decide you are. And some turkeys may decide you’re “male” while others will decide that you’re “female,” so that will be confusing, and some dominant female turkeys have “male” sexual traits - like beards and tail fans - anyway. They recognize and remember humans, so if you had a particularly exciting encounter with a specific turkey, it will probably remember you.

Also unfortunately for humans, the fine distinctions between Turkey Seduction, Turkey Competition, and Turkey Networking are usually a little bit lost, and all of this behavior seems to be the same thing - it mostly consists of a large dinosaur-like bird trotting at you, possibly screaming and pecking and flapping, and can be worrying. If you are in the car and the turkey can see you, and it wishes to continue a previous encounter, it may well insist upon this in a frightening way.

Turkeys don’t give a shit about human “gender” and “authority,” as the many available videos on the internet of turkeys attacking police officers, reporters and mailmen will assure you. They just make logical decisions that are perfectly natural and reasonable to turkeys, and humans react by running away.

So what do you do about this? Well, DO NOT RUN AWAY, this means you that you are a Submissive Turkey and their behavior will escalate. Turkeys can learn the meaning of “no,” and you don’t have to be bullied by them.

The Humane Society has some tips to establish Dominance over wild turkeys, which will lead them to see you as a Strong Independent Turkey Who Don’t Need No Man. This will reduce their attacking and nuisance behaviors, but it may make you look like a fool.

And the Massachusetts Fish and Game website has a huge resource explaining all the subtleties of wild turkey behavior and how to combat the nuisances. Essentially, you must not attempt to make friends with them or attract them; once they arrive, you must “be bold” and establish Dominance, and encourage everyone to do the same.

If the turkeys are aggressive around children and the elderly, all sources agree that if they become a danger, you can contact the relevant authorities and have the turkeys removed or destroyed.

Anyway, that’s why turkeys attack cars. The take-home message is: the cars are too shiny and you are possibly a sexy turkey.

I don’t know what you want to make of that

It's a magic circle!

Context: Still new to DnD, our Dm decided to have another impromptu session after raiding his house… again. This time, it’s an all girl team made up of a tiefling fighter (me), a human monster hunter, a vampire, and a dragonborne cleric (? I think. I forgot her class).  In the story, we’re trying to find a necromancer and stumble upon his magic tower/base. We find no signs of the necromancer but we found a magic circle. We all rolled high on investigation except for the dragonborne who got a nat1. 

Tiefling: Hm.. this seems to be a magic circle of some kind. Transportation?

Human: Yes, I believe so. We need to find the thing to trigger it to follow after that necromancer.

Vampire: Right, the trigger should be in this room somewhere. Let’s split up and search for clues. I’ll take that side. I can tell that the mirror over there is magical.

Dragonborne: *In a very bad country voice* Y'all are such deep thinkers! I just see a circle!

*Everyone laughs at that then goes to do their rolls and investigation. The dragonborne however is determined to redeem herself*

Vampire: I found it! Within this mirror, there are invisible statues! Tiefling and Human, can you please work together and rearrange them as I tell you where to put them?

Tiefling and Human: Right! We got you!

Dragonborne: *rolls investigation and gets a 9 this time. Still speaking in a bad country voice* Y'all! I think I got it! This circle isn't just a circle! It’s a magic circle!

*Everyone stops what they’re doing just to laugh. We had to take a quick break cause our dm couldn’t stop laughing*

“I just bought this bike yesterday and took it out to ride it today for the first time. It’s much better than taking the bus. On the bus, I feel like I’m being carried by the bus rather than taking it. One time, on the bus, I thought ‘what am I doing here?’ You know when the bus jerks, you’re also thrown back and forth. Even though I wanted to stand still, I couldn’t even though I wanted to, which made me think about it. On the other hand, biking makes me feel alive, because I’m the one who pushes the pedals. Although I was dying when I was riding my bike, I was so happy. I think the same goes for our lives. We should move on our own.”

“어제 자전거 사서 오늘 처음 타고 나왔어요. 버스 타고 다니는 것 보다 훨씬 좋아요. 버스 타고 다닐 때는 제가 다니는 게 아니라 실려 다닌다는 느낌이 들었거든요. 하루는 버스 타고 가면서 ‘내가 지금 뭐하고 있는 거지?’ 라는 생각이 들었어요. 버스가 흔들리면 몸이 이리저리 흔들리잖아요. 저는 똑바로 서있고 싶은데 내 의지랑 상관없이 흔들리니까 내가 지금 뭐하고 있나 생각이 들었어요. 근데 자전거는 제가 밟아서 움직이니까 살아있는 느낌이 들어요. 자전거 탄다고 힘들어 죽겠는데도 너무 행복하더라고요. 인생도 똑같다고 생각해요. 자기 스스로 움직여야죠.”

CAN’T FEAR YOUR OWN WORLD Part 1 Full Translation

“Do not seek the aesthetics​ in waging war.

Do not seek virtue in death.

Do not think your life is your own.

If you wish to protect each of the heads of the five court nobles, then you must slaughter every foe from under the shadow of the leaves.”

— Excerpt from the old edition of the Shino Academy’s textbook, Shinigami regulations encyclopedia.

“Do not seek the aesthetics in waging war.

Do not seek virtue in death.

Do not think your life is your own.

If you wish to protect the things you ought to protect, then you must strike down the enemy by cutting them from their backs.”

— Excerpt from the latest edition of the Shino Academy’s textbook, Shinigami regulations encyclopedia.



Once, there was a battle.

A great war between those who called themselves gods who governed death and those who extinguished evil spirits.

The conflict ceased in the form of losing their respective ‘kings’ by the end of the feud which spanned a thousand years.

The relationship between the Shinigami and the Quincy hailed a new era as a result of this great loss.

It is said that it was the very same person who killed both kings, he was neither Shinigami or  Quincy, but only a small fraction of people are aware of that fact.

There was a young substitute Shinigami boy who was a guest of the Gotei 13, who defeated the ringleader of the “Wandenreich” rebel army which invaded Soul Society —- only that part of the information along with the proclamation that “the Gotei 13 successfully defended the Soul King Palace” was propagated throughout the Soul Society.

In other words, it was to be permanently concealed by those who were the very foundation of the Soul Society, that the Soul King himself was dead, for the purpose of avoiding confusion and disorder.

Even now, many inhabitants of the Soul Society including ordinary soldiers still believe they have their Soul King enshrined at the Soul King Palace.

Those who know the facts is limited to only a handful of Shinigami such as captain ranks and superior officers, or people attached to important posts in Seireitei, they also dare not expose the truth and thus the people’s peace of mind was not disturbed.

From there, the revival of the Seireitei that was left utterly devastated, began.

Whether or not the decision of the higher-ups, who did not deem it acceptable to snatch away the people’s moral support, was right as they had expected​ — well, it seems that is something to be judged by history 10, or 100 years down the line.

The series of conflicts that would subsequently be known as the “Protection of the Soul King Great War”, ushered in the conclusion to such a state of affairs.

Going back in time to the point immediately following​ the end of the war.

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For anon…reader is a Jedi as requested, enjoy!

Obi Wan turned toward the entrance of his ship to greet Y/N. He gave her a soft smile. It didn’t take much to realize something was amiss. Her usual bright attitude wasn’t present. It didn’t even seem as though her own thoughts were in the present.

“Hello Y/N,” he greeted cheerily.
She blinked a few times before answering. “Hello Obi Wan.”
“I have to say, it’s good to have you on board,” he complimented while setting up the launch sequence, “Anakin and I could use the backup for this mission.”

Without much change in her expression, Y/N took a seat behind the first mate’s chair. Anakin walked into the cockpit a moment later. His cheeks were slightly tinted as he noticed Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.”
She raised her gaze slightly. “Hey Anakin.”

Anakin knit his brows as he took his seat. He didn’t have much time to ask questions since Obi Wan had him help finish the lift off sequence. His mind was quickly preoccupied by what was bugging Y/N.

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A Massive Spones Rec List

The Spones fandom is made up of some of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such trash, help I need a life.

(Listed alphabetically: ** = favourite)

Addressed to the Damn Doctor by ElloPoppet | 2.5k, T

Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)

Best Medicine for the Worst Patient by gammadolphin | 8.5k, T

It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)

Blues March by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 7k, T

Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)

The Body by therev | 13k, T

McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been written by such a talented author.)

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So I’ve been reading these “humans are space orcs” posts for a few months now and I’m hooked. Recently I had to write a story for an exam so I took the opportunity to write about this concept. The theme had to be focused on identity so I hope you enjoy and please give me your opinions.

Axaria stood by her station on the bridge waiting for the Copula to come to a conclusion so that she could set their course and speed. As the thought passed through the neural link, she could sense a feeling of apprehension and fear. It had been a thousand years since the hive-mind Taktorians first made contact with Axaria’s people the Falcor. The Taktorians had impacted Falcorian society so much that the prospect of discovering a new intelligent species instilled a strong sense of fear through the Copula.

The artificial neural link that the Taktorians had helped them to integrate into the minds of each Falcorian, linked their thoughts into one coherent mind. It was the uncertainty of how this new race would affect them that drove them to fear. Axaria could feel a sense of curiosity mingled with the anxiety. The unified conscious thought asked “what do they look like?” “How evolved are they?” The strongest thought was “Are they peaceful?”

Since the moment that she hatched, Axaria had been connected to the Copula through a neural link. The first memory that she had was one that the entire race shared. The memory was of the first time that the Falcorians had connected to the Copula. Every memory and experience that Axaria had in her life came from the Copula. The Copula organized the Falcorians into sub-junctions each with a specific designation. The organization of the Copula which combined the minds into one coherent thought, caused the Falcorians to forget their past. The Copula allowed the Falcorians to accomplish great things extremely efficiently, and like Axaria, each link had a station and was satisfied to fulfill the collective wish.

“The decision has been made.” “The order has been given.” “Sub-junction 76524: Designation Axaria, set course to Sol at maximum phase.”

Axaria input the coordinates into the helm and initiated the phase jump. As the ship travelled through phase space, the Copula monitored radio transmissions from Sol. “The speech is broken.” “The construct is divided.” “Reports demonstrate no cohesion.” The thought of confusion manifest in every link to the Copula. “Just how strange was this race?”

The Falcorian cruiser emerged from phase space in orbit of the only planet that supported life. “Destination reached” “Communication has been made.” “The confusion is too high.” “Human proposal to swap a Sub-junction for a Singular.” “Expendable Sub-junction 76524: Designation Axaria to take place of human Singular.”

“The transport that brought Axaria to the surface of the planet is gone.” Axaria began to collect information on human singularity. “Human singularity is too confusing.” “Axaria has difficulty hearing the Copula.” “Where are We?” “Axaria can no longer hear the Copula.” “The silence.” “The terror.” “The peace.” “Is this what it means to be singular?” “Who am I?” “I don’t think I can ever go back.” “I am Me.” “I am singular.”

If the story is a little confusing try re-reading it with the understanding that the whole story is written as if it is Axaria speaking. It is her description of her experience in the Copula and what it was like leaving it. This is my first attempt at something like this so any feedback would be appreciated as i would like to expand on the story.

tlc [meta? pointless analyzation?]: How fast is the rampion?

Well, I went to the air and space museum today, so what can i say?

To begin: the distance between the earth and the moon is on AVERAGE 238,855-238,900 miles away from earth (I used the former number for any calculations

The problem I had with this was that there’s no definite time frame for how long the Rampion takes to traverse the distance between the moon and the earth. We only have two instances where the time frame is mentioned at all.

  • In Cinder, (if I remember correctly), Levana calls Kai shortly after Rikan dies, announcing that she’s going to come to earth for peace alliance talks, and arrives the next day.
  • In sosn, the only commentary Cinder makes about the length of time it takes from luna to earth (IF they don’t have to travel parallel to the surface of the globe to reach france) is that it’s a “long flight” and she fixes a loose fitting then spends the rest of the time catching up with Cress and Thorne.

Let’s just assume (and very generously) that the flight takes 8 hours on the Rampion. Cinder would probably fix that loose fitting in under an hour, but spending 7 hours talking is unlikely, but whatever.


238,855 miles/8 hours = 29,856.875 mph. That’s incredibly fast.

Just for reference:

Speed of light: 186,000 mi/sec (PER SECOND, NOT HOUR) [i know there’s no possible way it could travel at the speed of light, it’s just for reference]. 

Reaches moon in: 1.3 seconds

Speed of Apollo 11 mission, the fastest manned mission to the moon that landed on its surface: 24790.8465 mph, on average. 

Reaches moon in: 75 HOURS, because it traveled at different speeds along the way. 

Speed of Apollo 10, the fastest manned mission to the moon (didn’t land): 24,791 mph

- The New Horizons probe took 8 hours 35 minutes to reach the moon, but it did not go into orbit and was unmanned, so it isn’t comparable for human transport. 

Speed of sound: 767.269 mph

Reaches moon in: 13 days

Speed of Rampion: 29,856.875 mph

Reaches moon in: 8 hours (v. hypothetically)



  • Because the rampion is going faster than the speed of sound, it goes faster than the sound it is producing. Therefore, you would see the Rampion before hearing it - on earth or luna, that is, since sound can’t travel in the vacuum of space.
  • Keep in mind that the rampion is a CARGO SHIP meant for the army. It’s big, bulky, and intended for the safety of goods, not speed and immediacy, as Cinder complains about while fixing it. It’s most likely on the slower side of spaceships in the TLC-verse. Which begs the question - how fast could newer, sleeker, designed-for-speed spaceships go? 

Please lmk if I’ve gotten any math/science wrong!!

Actually, what we are now seeing, as the third millennium gets under way, is the emergence of an absolutely unknown form of ex-territorialization of human potential that is soon likely to rule out all possibility of any kind of urban potential. This will lead to a new form of eccentricity, whereby the quest for an exoplanet, an ultra world, as a replacement for the old one, now too polluted, will double up, here below, with the quest for an ultracity, a sort of logistical platform – something which the airport, the port and the railway station have only ever been scaled-down models of.
—  Paul Virilio
The surface of the earth today is overlaid with an irregular, dense web of fibres, entirely fabricated by humans. In this web circulates the life-blood of the social. The transport of people, of commodities, of provisions; multiple transactions, orders to buy, orders to sell, facts to be believed, other, more intellectual or affective, exchanges…This incessant flux continues regardless of humanity, absorbed in the lifeless convulsions of its own activity. Meanwhile, where the fibres of the web are loosest, strange entities can be uncovered by the explorer ‘hungry for knowledge’. Wherever human activity is absent, wherever there is a blank space on the map, the old gods crouch, ready to retake their place… At the intersections of their channels of communication, men build giant ugly metropolises, where each, isolated in an anonymous apartment identical to all the rest, believes himself the centre of the world and the measure of all things. But, underneath the excavated earth with its burrowing insects, very ancient and very powerful creatures are waking slowly from their slumbers. They were there already during the carboniferous period, they were there during the Triassic and Permian; they have known the stirrings of the first mammal, and they will know the agonized cries of the last
—  Michel Houllebecq – “H.P.
Lovecraft – Against the World, Against Life” pg. 10
An idea:

Eliksni scavengers finding human trinkets. One takes an interest in the little bands of metal on the fingers of corpses, draped on the bones of skeletons she comes across. Small, useless, sometimes ornamented, most an amalgamation of metals, often not even conductive or useful in technology. Those of useful alloys are so small their addition to a scrap heap wouldn’t even be noticed. She she gathers them instead and winds them onto rope or discarded wire, collects the interesting trinkets of the dead.

Eliksni scavengers curious with similar shapes, large hunks of metal with hinged doors and complex mechanics, almost like ships? If you push smaller ones they creak and moan and give a hint of mobility, something of a past life. There are often skeletons in them, they were homes for these humans, or transport of some kind perhaps? But there are so many, of different sizes and shapes. Some too small for a Captain, some very rare ones nearly the size of a Skiff. It’s of interest to them, to see a new shape in their travels.

Eliksni scavengers figuring out how to identify groups of uses of buildings by their layout. It’s of debate what the uses are particularly, but there are certainly big buildings with wide open spaces, and buildings with metal bars and buildings with many tables and chairs and tight cramped back rooms. Buildings with long hallways and identical rooms and buildings with strange stairways and odd room shapes and paths leading to them from roads.

Eliksni scavengers taking interest in the ruins of humanity, not of sympathy, not of compassion, but of intellectual curiosity. A life was here, how did it live?

Electron Transport Chain
  • Situated in the inner mitochondrial matrix
  • produces most eukaryotic ATP
  • a chain of proteins that move electrons from higher to lower energy levels
  • electrons are provided by FADH2 or NADH
  • terminal electron acceptor is oxygen
  • as electrons move to from high to lower energy levels, the energy is used to pump H+ against its concentration gradient out into the intermembrane space
  • this established concentration gradient drives the phosphorylation of ADP to ATP
  • oxidative phosphorylation

electrons flow from protein to protein spontaneously 

  • due to the relative electron affinities of the proteins
  • this tendency is known as redox potential

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Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff

Pairings: None

Warnings: Mild violence, language, talks about a dead body (Nothing I can really think of right now. 

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. 

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester​ for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above. 


“Come on. Come on,” Wanda muttered to herself as she raced through Ronald Reagan National Airport, making her way through the large crowd of people before skidding to a stop at the arrivals board.

“I’m late.” She let out a breath, looking up at the board and noticed that it was beginning to malfunction. “This board is broken,” she  said to a group of people who were also staring up at the board. “Uh? Did anyone meet the Uh, did anybody meet the flight from Guatemala? Aviateca airlines?” she questioned, her Sokovian accent thick. “Yeah, right. I’m late,” she muttered to herself again as everyone shook their heads no.

Turning on her heel, she walked over to the customer service desk where a young, well dressed man was standing there, on the phone.

“Excuse me?” Wanda asked. “Uh, you have a glitch on your arrivals board.”

The customer service agent ignored her as he continued to talk on the phone.

“Hello! Sir, excuse me.” She tried to grab the man’s attention again, only to be met by him holding up his index finger at her in annoyance.

Irritated and angry, she ripped open her pink button-up blouse revealing a pale pink, lacy bustier. The man turned around and dropped his phone on his desk with a thud, his jaw following as his dark eyes hungrily roamed over her curves.

“How  can I help you?” the newly-interested agent asked.

“Yeah. Hi. The flight from Guatemala?” Wanda smirked raising an eyebrow.

“Please tell me you tried ‘excuse me’ first,” you said to Wanda, noticing her state of dress.

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CyberGaster scouts the Cybergrounds.

When humans transport monsters into another reality, they were hesitant to explore the world for fear of cosmic horrors. They lived in “Home” (now known as The Ruins) for a long time. However, space was becoming limited as the population expanded. Thus, with Gaster’s primary objective focusing on the well being of monster kind, he left Home in search of a new place to live. This place would eventually become “New Home”. A megastructure so massive it would take him years to construct using his own body.

And yet, he has done it. He is one with the Cybergrounds.


Winnie Ruth Judd was a medical secretary who became better known as the ’Trunk Murderess’ or the ‘Tiger Woman’ after she killed two of her old friends and tried to transport and dispose of the bodies inside a trunk.

The murders were allegedly motivated as Judd and her friend Agnes LeRoi became rivals for the affections of a mutual love interest, a playboy businessman who had recently contracted tuberculosis. The second victim, Hedvig Samuelson, was reportedly collateral damage - with Judd stating in a confession letter that Samuelson had been alerted to the initial murder by the gunshot, and had walked in on the crime scene. Judd killed the two women by shooting them, and then allegedly dismembered Samuelson’s body and placed both sets of remains into different luggage cases to transport away from the crime scene. The dismemberment has caused some controversy to enter this case as the manner in which it was done suggests some form of professional medical training - which Judd did not possess.

Judd attempted to transport the human remains two days later on a train from Phoenix to Los Angeles. When she arrived at the station the staff became alerted by the noxious odour that was emanating from her luggage, as well as the fluid that appeared to drip from it. Initially they suspected she was smuggling contraband such as deer meat, but confiscated the luggage and contacted the police for a proper search. When the police opened the luggage they discovered the human remains that Judd had been trying to conceal. In response to the discovery Judd fled from the police, only to turn herself in the next morning.

The trial centred around the jealousy of the love rivalry between the two women, with the defence citing that Judd was insane at the time of the murders. Judd initially argued that she had act in self defence, but did not take the stand to testify. Initially she was sentenced to death, but this was overturned and she was detained in a psychiatric facility. During her detention there she escaped a total of 6 times, and was eventually paroled 1971 and was given an absolute discharge in 1983, meaning she was no longer under the supervision of probation services. She died in 1998 at the age of 93.

A Thousand Years

This is one of the four entries I’m writing for @buckysmetallicstump’s Disney Challenge! My prompt for this entry was #14: “Listen to me. The human world…it’s a mess.” - Sebastian, The Little Mermaid. Quote will be in bold.

Song Inspiration: “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri ft. Steve Kazee (Breaking Dawn Soundtrack Version). Here is a Link if you are interested:

Summary: The Winchester’s meet an old friend of Castiel’s.

Word Count: 3900-ish

Pairing: Sam x angel!Reader

Warnings: Language, a smidge of violence, MINOR canon divergences, and first time writing Sam x Reader (cuz that should probably be a warning) 

A/N: Part of me feels like I should have done this in five separate drabble posts buuuutttt I didn’t… for reasons unknown even to myself lol. It’s set in Season 9 and is written in five little snapshots of their life. There will be parts that follow the script of actual episodes with a few minor divergences here and there. (Exact episodes: 9x09 9x11 9x13 9x21 and 9x22). Let me know what you think! 

You walked towards the wooden establishment, displeased with the sight of various human officials mulling about. This was angel business. They had no idea what they were dealing with and would only get in the way.

Walking past a shiny black vehicle, you stopped in front of a row of motorcycles. Ever since you had lost your wings in the fall you had been cursed to walk the earth. Never before had you envied the human forms of transportation, but you had to admit, taking one of these would make moving around much faster. And if the angels who had ridden them before were indeed dead, taking one for yourself shouldn’t be a problem. You would just have to figure out how they worked first.

“Cass, slow down!”

You turned towards the voices, watching as a man exited the building, quickly followed by another who was dressed almost identically.


Both men stopped abruptly, their eyes locking on to you in an instant. The second man was staring at you cautiously, his hand resting above the weapon he had at his hip. The first, however, eyed you curiously, stepping towards you and putting a hand up when the other man tried to follow.


You nodded, walking towards him. “I was hoping I would find you one of these days.”

The green-eyed man was at Castiel’s side in an instant. The weapon now in his hand. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”

You stopped, eyeing him curiously. Everyone knew Castiel had spent the past few years running around with the infamous Winchesters, so if you had to take a guess you figured this man must be one of them.

“It’s alright Dean. She’s an old friend.” Castiel assured him, still looking at you. 

“No offence Cass, but I don’t think any angel is your friend anymore.” Typical human, so quick to pass judgement. 

You stared at the Winchester, unfazed by his words. “My loyalty to Castiel has been unwavering since the day we were created, boy. Can you say the same for yourself?” 

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Sidhe (II)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin / Namjoon

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Fantasy, Fey!AU / Royalty!AU

Word Count: 5,432

Description: In the land of Humankind and the Otherworld, the Fey and Humans live side by side. Cursed are the Fey though, unable to use their own magic without a human wishing it so. You were born and raised to end this curse, to take down the system - so what happens when the Human you’re bound to, ends up becoming so much more?

Originally posted by kpopkpoop

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Ed Gein’s Car

A year after he was arrested for the murder of Bernice Worden, the estate of serial killer Edward Gein came up for auction. One of the items on the block was Gein’s rusty 1949 Ford saloon, which he used to transport human body parts back to his house after robbing graves at the local cemetery.

A fairground salesman named Bunny Gibbons managed to secure the car for $700. He immediately took it on a tour of campsites around Wisconsin, charging people a dime each to peek at the car the ‘Butcher of Plainsfield’ used during his gory activities. One report claims that over 2000 people lined up to see the car on its very first day.

Perhaps inevitably, Gibbons show was quickly shut down by angry church members and he was issued a warrant to never publicly show the car again. As a result, no photographs of the actual car exists: the auctioneers listed it as a 'very rusty 1949 Ford, coloured dark maroon’. (For comparison, I’ve included a picture of the same model of car, albiet coloured differently). The current location of the car is unknown.