it was car keys wasn't it

Full transcript of Adam Lanza's 2011 radio appearance
  • BEGIN TRANSCRIPT:
  • (music fades out)
  • Host: Hello! We got the collapsible headphones here, but uh... we're back.
  • Co-Host: (inaudible) we got Greg on the phone.
  • Host: Oh! Greg. Okay. How's it going?
  • Lanza: Hi, good. Um, I'm a fan of your writing.
  • Host: Thank you.
  • Lanza: I'm sorry to bring up such an old news story, but I couldn't find anything that you said about the topic, and it seems relevant to your interests, so I thought I would bring up Travis the Chimp. Do you remember him?
  • Host: I don't.
  • Lanza: Well, um, he was a highly domesticated chimpanzee, who lived in a suburban home in Stamford, Connecticut.
  • Co-Host: Oh, yeah.
  • Host: Oh.
  • Lanza: And he was raised just like a human child, starting from the week he was born. By the time that he was fourteen years old, which would be somewhere around age twenty in human years, um...
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: ...he slept in a bed, he took his own baths, he dressed himself, he brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush...
  • Host: (laughs) Really? When was this?
  • Lanza: Um... well.. (chuckles) this happened in early two-thousand-and-nine.
  • Co-host and Host: Oh!
  • Lanza: He ate his meals at a table, and he enjoyed human foods like ice cream, and used a remote control to watch television, and liked baseball games... and he even used a computer to look at pictures on the internet.
  • Host: Huh.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) it goes without saying that Travis was very overweight; he was two hundred pounds when he should have been around the low hundreds. And he was actually taking Xanax.
  • Co-Host: (laughing)
  • Host: Amazing.
  • Lanza: I couldn't find any information about why he was taking it, but it just seems to say a lot that he was given it at all. And, basically, I think Travis wasn't any different than a mentally handicapped human child.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: But, anyway, one day in February 2009, he was acting very agitated, and at some point grabbed the car - his owner's - car keys, and went outside and started leaping from car to car, apparently wanting to go for a car ride. And he was acting very aggressively, so, his owner called her over to get her to help calm him down and get him to go back inside, and once she arrived, he immediately attacked her, and his owner tried to stop him, but couldn't, and she even resorted to stabbing him with a knife, but nothing worked.
  • And she said that after she stabbed him, he looked at her as if to say "Why'd you do that to me, Mom?" Because apparently that was what their relationship was like; no different than between a human mother and child.
  • So, after stabbing, she called the police, who arrived twelve minutes after the attack, at which point her friend was... pretty close to dead. And once the cruiser came up, Travis went over to it, tried to open the locked passenger door. He smashed off the side mirror, went over to the driver's door, opened it, and the cop shot him. He fled back into the house, where he went to his playroom and bled to death.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) um, it might not seem very relevant, but I'm bringing it up because afterward, everyone was condemning his owner for, saying how irresponsible she was for raising a chimp like it was a child, and that she should have that something like this would happen, because chimps aren't supposed to be living in civilization, they're supposed to be living in the wild, among each other. But, their criticism stops there-
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: -and the implication is that there's no way that anything could have gone wrong in this life if he were living in this civilization as a human, rather than a chimp.
  • Host: Ah, indeed.
  • Lanza: Because, uh, he brings up questions about this whole process of child-raising.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: Civilization isn't something which just happens to gently exist without us having to do anything, because every newborn child - human child - is born in a chimp-like state, and civilization is only sustained by conditioning them for years on end, so that they'll accept it for what it is, and since we've gone through this conditioning, we can observe a human family raising a human child - and I'm sure that even you have trouble intuitively seeing it as something unnatural - but when we see a chimp in that position, we immediately know that there's something profoundly wrong with the situation. And it's easy to say there's something wrong with it simply because it's a chimp, but what's the real difference between us and our closest relatives?
  • Travis wasn't an untamed monster at all. Um, he wasn't just feigning domestication, he was civilized. Um, he was able to integrate into society, he was a chimp actor when he was younger, and his owner drove him around the city frequently in association with her towing business, where he met many different people, and got alone with everyone. If Travis had been some nasty monster all his life, it would have been widely reported. But, to the contrary, it seems like everyone who knew him said how shocked they were that Travis had been so savage, because they knew him as a sweet child, and... there were two isolated incidents early in his life where he acted aggressively, but... summarizing them would take too long, so basically I'll just say that he didn't really any differently than a human child would, and the people who would use that as an indictment against having chimps live as humans do wouldn't apply the same thing to humans, so it's just kind of irrelevant.
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: Bu anyway, look what civilization did to him; it had the same exact effect on him as it has on humans. He was profoundly sick in every sense of the term, and he had to resort to these surrogate activities like watching baseball, and looking at pictures on a computer screen, and taking Xanax. He was a complete mess.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: And his attack wasn't simply because he was a senselessly violent, impulsive chimp. Uhm, which was how his behavior was universally portrayed. Um, immediately before the attack, he had desperately been wanting his owner to drive him somewhere, and the best reason I can think of for why he would want that, looking at his entire life, would be that... some little things he experienced was the last straw, and he was overwhelmed at the life that he had, and he wanted to get out of it by changing his environment, and the best way that he knew how to deal with that was getting his owner to drive him somewhere else.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: And when his owner's... owner's friend, arrived, he knew that she was trying to coax him back into his place of domestication, and he couldn't handle that, so he attacked her, and anyone else who approached them. And dismissing his attack as simply being the senseless violence and impulsiveness of a chimp, instead of a human, is wishful thinking at best.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: His attack can be seen entirely parallel to the attacks and random acts of violence that you bring up on your show every week, committed by humans, which the mainstream also has no explanation for-and-
  • Host: No.
  • Lanza: -and, actual humans... I just- just don't think it would be such a stretch to say that he very well could have been a teenage mall shooter or something like that.
  • Host: Yeah. Yeah.
  • Lanza: And-
  • Host: Wow. Thank you, Greg.
  • Lanza: Yeah.
  • Host: That's quite a story. That's, uh, really apropos, isn't it? Travis the chimp.
  • Lanza: It's just that I'm a little surprised that I haven't heard you bring it up all because... (laughs) maybe I'm just seeing connections where there aren't any, but-
  • Host: Not at, I uh, think not. No, I just... I didn't catch that one. I didn't uh... maybe I was out of the country or something, I don't know, but I missed that it. Thanks very much, man.
  • Lanza: Thank you. Bye.
  • Host: Take care.
  • (Lanza hangs up)

Imagine Person A getting something for Person B because the thing Person B wants has a bunch of small spiders near it.

Preference #6: He's Being Protective
  • Harry: Everyone knew you hated crowds, but it was inevitable because of Harry. With his hand laced in yours, he stopped the car. "I'm right here, it's okay, okay?" You nodded gently as he kissed the back of your hand that he knew so well. Thoughts raced passed you as you were swarmed. In seconds the car was surrounded by cameras. Your heart rate quickened and you could feel your breathing begin to speed up as well. "I'm gonna run around the car and get you." Harry spoke with so much understanding in his voice. He was secretly terrified that you would get pushed down one of these days. The paparazzi have pushed the other boys down before, what would stop them? When your door opened, all you could think about was the small space to move and the people crowding you and the overwhelming amount of noise and lights. "I've got you, just stay close." Harry shouted, staring into your eyes. He held your petite hand and pulled you along the sidewalk in attempts just to enter the building. You began to feel faint as the stench of strange men and fear filled your veins. Your step faltered a bit and Harry hadn't noticed. "H-Harry," you squeaked out. "Harry." He heard this time, turning to face you. He noticed your hazy display and carefully pulled you closer. "Are you okay?" He asked into your ear. After you shook your head, he gently picked you up, telling you to place your head in the crook of his neck. You did so while trying to catch your breath. Once inside, he placed you back on the ground. He still held you to his chest, mumbling "Hey, sh, I'm right here. It's okay, It's okay."
  • Niall: "Niall, you're drunk. Give me the keys." He crossed his arms all giggly and his face registered cheekiness. "Y/N, you're beautiful. Give me a kiss and I'll give you the keys." He puckered his lips and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You indulged him anyway, gently kissing his lips. He had other plans, pulling you in by the back of my neck. "I'm going to pull the car around so we can get you home. Stay with Liam." He nodded slowly and you left him standing by Liam at the bar. You pulled the car to the front and parked, making sure it was easily accessible. As you began to walk in to grab Niall, a guy blocked your way. He wasn't super drunk, but you could definitely smell whiskey on his breath. "Excuse me." You tried to move around him, hoping for it to be that easy. It wasn't. The man put his around your hip and pulled you closer to him. "Don't touch me!" You brushed his hand away and tried to walk past him. He grabbed your arms and spun you to him. "I like a challenge." You pressed your palms flat against his chest and pushed with all your might, failing to get him away from you. An arm flung at the man's jaw and all you saw was Niall's enraged face. Even in the bad lighting you could see the red hue that had replaced his usually fair tone. Niall kept at his assault until Liam helped pull him off the man. "Niall baby, Niall look at me." Niall was huffing and his fists were still in angry balls, blood splattered on them. The man staggered away while Niall watched him. You finally got his attention by gently pressing your hand to his cheek, the only place the other man had gotten to swing at. Niall winced but let you examine his face. The music had lowered and the other people in the club had stopped for the most part. "Niall, why'd you-" "He was touching you and you didn't want to be touched and I didn't want you to be touched and are you okay?" He asked with all sincerity. You nodded and kissed him softly. You only then realized how frazzled you were. "Hey, let's get both of us home love. It'll be okay."
  • Zayn: "Zayn, it's my first time, and I want you to help me, pleeeeease" You whined, sitting down in his lap with your feet dangling over the couch. "Please," You whispered onto his skin as you placed a kiss behind his ear, sucking his ear lobe between your teeth soon after. He shivered and you knew you had him. "Fine, on one condition." He moved his hand further underneath your thigh, fingertips generously leaving fire under your jeans. "Hm?" You murmured, pulling away so you could look into his eyes. "I get to sketch it out before we go see any professional. I don't want them to fuck it up, especially since I'll have to see it everyday for the rest of my life." Your eyes lit up as his smile grew, kissing hard with hearts fluttering. You sat in bed all afternoon describing to him what you wanted, you laying back and him with his sketch pad and pencils. After two hours or so, he finally let you see. It was everything you had wanted and more, colors melding perfectly and lines so straight they looked like they had been measured and not free handed. "Wow, this is perfect Zayn." You marveled, eyes wandering from one part to the next. He sat behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and nose nuzzling into your hair. "Thanks sunshine. And I'd be honored if you would use it." He sighed lazily, taking in your shampoo. You couldn't help but smile to yourself and lay back on him a bit. "I love you, Zayn." You could feel him smile as he kissed the back of your neck. "I love you too, and I promise to be there when you get your first tattoo, no matter what."
  • Liam: "Okay, Liam, I need you to sit down and listen." You had been dating for a year now, and you've never been spotted together. There had been subtle hints, like when you'd leave his apartment building or vise versa, but no one had ever caught on. Liam had voiced his concern about showing you off due to fans and hate and paparazzi that he knew would hurt you. So at the one year mark of your relationship, you had decided that you didn't want to hide anymore. "Li, I really want to come out to the public." You sat facing him on the couch as he was slightly angled so he wouldn't have to crane his neck. You hadn't said 'I love you's yet either, which was starting to worry you. The truth that was still horribly unbeknownst to you: Liam loved you, but he was scared to. He was scared that he would lose you like he first lost Danielle and soon after lost Sophia. He didn't want the same happening to you. He didn't want to see you hurt because of him and he was scared to love again, because he had been convinced that he couldn't love someone and live the One Direction lifestyles at the same time. Whenever the public topic came up, he would always brush it off or beg you not to bring it up again. You had begun to feel like Liam didn't really care for you, but you just couldn't see the whole picture. So sitting here now, he could feel rage boil in his system, not because of you, but because of of his own doubts. He was mad that he wasn't normal enough for you. "Babe, I-I don't know." He would soon muster up the courage to say, fidgeting with his hands in his lap and his gaze staying downward. You gently placed your hand on his two larger ones and stared at him lovingly. "I'm ready for the hate and the fights and the angry fans, because I can handle it with you by my side. I want to be able to show off our incredible relationship in public. I want to be able to hold my boyfriends hand as we walk down the street. Please Li." You pleaded. Liam stood up and began pacing the floor, hands running wildly through his hair. "I just..." He muttered. You stood up as well, getting angrier by the second. Why won't he show you off? "Why? Why not? Am I not good enough for you?" You couldn't help the volume of your voice and you were a bit scared at his towering height when he stood over you to respond. "No, you're perfect, that's why I'm terrified to see you get hurt! It always happens! Good things don't stay in the public! In private, everything is good! I've never wanted to go public because I love you god dammit! I love you and I don't want to lose you!" He held you tight, whimpering like a little boy. You were honestly shocked at his words more than his temper. Liam has never gotten like this. "Liam, please look at me," You tilted his chin off your shoulder and there were tear stains down his cheek. "Do you mean it?" His breathing was shakier than normal. "Yes, I can't lose you because, I, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. So much."
  • Louis: "Lou, I'm not as fragile as you may think." You were getting a bit heated because Louis wouldn't let you play football with him and the boys while you were visiting on tour. Little did he know that you had played soccer in school until you got to UNI. "Babe, you could get hurt or worse, get your shoes all muddy." He teased, always thinking that you were one step behind him when it came to anything physical. "It's not like it's an actual match, what's the harm in letting her play?" Niall spoke up, Louis grunting in response. "Fine, but if she gets hurt she's your responsibility." Louis threw his hands up and he ran to his side of the field with Liam and Zayn in tow. Your team was comprised of Niall and Harry. Being One Direction, they were able to rent out a stadium for the day to relax. You provided Harry and Niall with a quick intel of what you knew that Louis didn't know and decided that you were going to surprise him. You and Harry were on the field while Niall was goalie. Zayn and Liam were on the field for Lou's team, leaving him in the goalie spot. After a few runs and him seeing how much of the game you really knew (which was a lot), Louis and Liam traded. He was on the forward line as he got the ball, weaving past Harry easily and trying to kick into your goal from halfway across the field. As soon as the ball left the grass, you knew something bad was about to go down. He had kicked the ball with a strong trajectory, aimed right for you by accident. You managed to get hit in the stomach so hard it knocked you to the ground. Louis was the first one by your side, knees sliding on the wet mud as you clutched your stomach in "pain". Soccer players: famous for faking it. "Love are you okay?! I'm so sorry, so so sorry baby!" Louis had his hand on your back as soon as possible, trying to lull a pain that didn't really hurt, not that he could know. Out of surprise, you pounced on him like a cat, knocking him off balance and onto his back. "I think I win this round." You laughed, pecking him on the lips. "And look, I'm fine. I've told you before Tomlinson: I always end up on top." You laughed as you stood up, helping him up as well. "Now I'm headed to the showers, and you're welcome to join to make up for hitting your girlfriend." His eyebrows raised as he muttered a 'how did I get so lucky' and smacked your bum as he raced you to the showers.
Here We Go Again || Rysher
  • Asher: Months had passed without a word from Ryder, and Asher had lost all hope that he'd ever see the guy again. It was something he had to come to terms with, aided by copious amounts of alcohol and an even deeper seeded irritability that sprung up to anyone within a five-foot radius to him. His life was bound to be one filled with a bitching wife in one ear and an asshole dad in another, both wanting him to shape himself into who they wanted him to be. Natasha didn't want some piece of shit husband, and his father simply wanted him to "be a man", as if he hadn't spend the last eighteen years of his life doing so. It took everything in him not to put a bullet between his teeth to just put an end to the shit-show that was his life, but he wasn't about to take the pussy way out of this, no matter how much the temptation grew day after day. He'd just have to deal - he'd have to come to terms with the fact that this was his life, just like how he had come to terms with how he had irrevocably lost Ryder, something Madison was hellbent on reminding him of in the first few months whenever they were alone. He knew he fucked up; he didn't need a constant reminder of it in the form of his pint-sized, annoying ass sister. After several months, Asher had developed a sort of routine - wake up, take a piss, drink, eat breakfast, drink, deal with Natasha's bitching about her swollen ankles, drink, torture his siblings, drink, "work", drink, sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. It was always the same, so much so that the days blurred together and he was usually too out of it to tell if it were sunrise or sunset. His life had become this soul-sucking cycle until one day, Madison turned things around. She had received word that Ryder was back in Chicago, working at some club and not having any intentions to come back home - at the very least it didn't seem like it when his own cousins had gone down to try and get him back. "He's in some shit with the police, but he won't talk about it or even listen to Logan or Scarlett," Madison told him, waiting to see her brother's reaction. Albeit blank-faced, his mind was running a mile a minute, his first thought being, 'Ryder's back?' "Are you even listening, you fucking jerk? You're the reason he hightailed it out of here in the first place, so /you/ need to be the one to get him back," the brunette exasperatedly said before she turned on her heel and went back into her room. He didn't need to be told twice. Asher walked into the bathroom to take a shower, letting the smell of alcohol roll off of him as the hot water beat down his back. Once he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and went back into his room to change into some clothes, absentmindedly going for the clothes he didn't usually wear, a tad nicer than his usual digs. He grabbed the keys to his shitty car, hoping it'd be able to take him all the way to the North Side before he was on his way. He wasn't entirely surely what it was he felt in that moment, but he knew it wasn't good - it wasn't happiness or excitement. It was more of a hybrid of dread and nerves that left his stomach unsettled. When he finally arrived, he was let right in and looked around, trying to find Ryder. All the dancers there were wearing shorts far too short to wear out and about and were dancing provocatively, some grinding on other men and a few making out, getting hotter and heavier as they went on. It suddenly hit him that he was standing right in the middle of a gay club, which left him feeling far more exposed than he would've liked. But he tried to maintain his serious, cool demeanor as he walked around, shooting a glare to anyone who looked at him for a second too long. He saw someone that had the same build as Ryder dancing up on some geriatric asshole, but he wasn't sure it was him until he got closer. "Get the fuck up," Asher told the man who was receiving the lap dance, not locking eyes with Ryder just yet. "Excuse me?" the man asked, not sure what was happening. "You need to turn your hearing aids up, Grandpa. I said get the fuck up, right now," Asher said as he got closer, leaving the man to quickly stand up and walk away. "This is what you ran off to do?" he asked Ryder, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in several months. His stomach flipped, but he remained stern in his stare.

keitheskeleghost  asked:

Kei was nervous as he flew over the city, smoothly twisting and turning in the air. Something about this place put him on edge, but he couldn't pinpoint why nor did he like it. At all. He needed a break from flying though, so once he'd found a decent abandoned area, he began a slow decent until he landed in an empty car park surrounded by factory buildings. It wasn't ideal, but it'd do as he moved towards the largest building and phased inside to take shelter for a while.

The solitary Dead Beat was acting innocent enough, it looks like it’d been gleefully shredding paper and throwing it prior to the sudden appearance of a rather large shape out of nowhere sending the little scraps flying all directions.

Blinking with golden eyes, it looks at the stranger with curiousity and no fear standing there making the creature appear even more child like than usual. This is the most interesting thing that has happened to it all day!

Given half a chance though it may tromp over and poke the newcomer though.

This World Should Be Notified || Anne-harkness-at-your-service

Oscar slipped next to the car, tools in hand. Was what he was doing illegal? Yes. Did Oscar actually care? No.

It was only one car, and in this economy the person would have to be one of those rich guys looking down on the rest trying to fight their way through the depression.

He smirked to himself as he got in, looking around for a key of some sort to start the car.

Just the way you are- Shawn Imagine
  • Hey!! New Imagine, hope you guys liked it and please send me some request bc im bored
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  • Y/N P.O.V:
  • It was a lazy day for me and Shawn, my boyfriend of 1 year. Shawn was wearing one of his sweatpants with a white t-shirt and I was wearing a pair of black leggins with one of Shawn's shirt. We were currently watching a movie but the movie got boring so we just talked about the random things, but then he got a call from his manager telling him that he needed to head the studio as fast as possible.
  • "Babe, you are gonna hate me but I need to head back to the studio" He said making a sad face
  • "Its okay babe, i understand" I said and smile
  • "This is why i love you" He said and pecked my lips
  • "I love you too" I said
  • "I love you more" He said and then left
  • "Ill be back in two hours" He said before he left
  • I then was all by myself. And i used to that time to think. As said about Shawn and I, we've been together for a year and we've never had sex. It's not that I don't love him, I really do love him and i would give my life for him, its just because I'm not ready. Yes, I am a virgin, but i know Shawn isn't. And sometimes I just get so scared that he'll leave me because of that. But tonight was the night that I'll give him all of me. Luckily my parents were not going to be home until next month. So I cleaned my room and organized it a little bit. That took me 45 minutes. Then it was time to fix myself up. I got into the bathroom and showered. I washed my hair and washed my body, i then shaved in the areas that needed it. That took me a whole hour and 15 minutes. I then dried my hair and put in into a ponytail. I went to my room and just looked for something sexy that will grab Shawn's attention. And I did find it. I got undressed in front of mirror and then looked into the reflection it was provided. And that reflection was me. I looked at it and just realize I wasn't ready for Shawn to see and touch my body. I then started to point all of the things i did not like about my body, and that just made it worse because I then started to tear up. I tried to stop but couldn't. I then heard Shawn coming upstairs. I wrapped myself into a towel and just sat in bed and pretended that nothing had happened.
  • "I'm back and I brought some food with me" Shawn said setting his car keys on my nightstand that was next to my bed. I wanted to respond with a simply "Yey!" but I couldn't. Instead sobs came out from my mouth.
  • "Y/N, baby what's wrong?" He asked
  • "Nothing, it's no-thing" I lied
  • "Y/N, I've learned that when a women says nothing's wrong she's lying so please tell me what's wrong" He said as he sat down next to me
  • "I just- I just wanted to prove to you that I love you but I'm scared" I said
  • "But Y/N, I've told you that i can wait for you, i don't care how much time you need, I'll wait for you" He said
  • "But Shawn, its not that I'm not ready it's just that I'm just scared" I said
  • "Why are you scare?" He asked me concerned
  • "I'm scared that you'll -" I said but then stopped
  • "Y/N tell me, you know you can trust me" He said
  • "I'm scared that you'll feel disgusted by my body" I said as a tear rolled down my cheek
  • "Y/N, why would you even think that, you know i love you" He said
  • "But Shawn how can you say you love me, i mean look at me" I said as I unwrapped myself from the towel "and I'm ug-" I said but then I was interrupted by Shawn because he pressed his lips against me.
  • "Y/N dont ever say that you're ugly because you're not. You are beautiful and perfect. " He said
  • He then layed me in bed. "Let me show you that I love you" He said and I nodded
  • He kissed my legs and then my thighs. He then kissed my belly and went up tracing small kisses, then he kissed my breasts, he then kissed my neck, cheeks and forehead and lastly he kissed my lips.
  • "I love you Y/N" He said
  • "I love you too" I said and then started crying again
  • "Why are you crying babe" He asked
  • "Because I dont know what I did to get lucky" I said and he wiped my tears away
  • "I also wonder that everyday" He said
  • "I'll love you and will always do" He said and i smiled
  • "Just remember that I love you just the way you are" He said
teenage dream - shian
  • Ian: After combing back his hair and realizing it wasn't going to get much better than that, Ian slid on his blazer and grabbed his car keys. It was nearing night-time but it wasn't too dark out, which was perfect because maybe they'd get a nice view of the sunset while out and about on the beach after dinner. He texted Shay that he was on his way and scooped up the bouquet of flowers he had gotten her while doing errands that afternoon. Cheesy, for sure, but Ian wanted to make sure he did their first date right. He felt a little nervous but mostly pumped because finally, it felt like things were moving forward with Shay and that they were heading in a positive direction. His fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he drove, humming along to the radio, before he pulled up to Shay's place and parked. Getting out, Ian smoothed his hair back one more time and then knocked, waiting for Shay to answer the door.