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How To Find Me Basically Anywhere

Friend #1: “Where’s Cass?”

Friend #2: “I Got This.” *Clears Throat*

Friend #2: “There Were 13 Victims Of The Columbine Shooting.”

Me: *Crashes Threw A Window*

Me: “FIRST OF ALL THERE WERE 15 VICTIMS AND SECONDLY FUCK YOU AND YOUR SISTER’S BIKE.”

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Clinton Correctional Facility (CCF) is a maximum security state penitentiary for men, located in the village of Dannemora, Clinton County, New York. Sometimes referred to simply as “Dannemora”, CCF is the largest maximum security prison in the state, with an inmate population of about 3,000, and is the 2nd oldest, having been in continuous operation since 1845. Prior to 2008, CCF housed New York’s death row inmates. New York was the first state to use the electric chair as a primary means of execution over hanging, which had previously been the standard. Between 1892 and 1913, a total of twenty-six men were executed by electric chair at CCF. The last execution to have taken place in New York was that of Eddie Mays, who was electrocuted in 1963 at Sing Sing.

In June of 2015, two inmates escaped from CCF. Richard Matt and David Sweat, who were both serving lengthy sentences for murder, escaped from the facility with the help of two prison employees, who were later charged for aiding an escape. The two men were fugitives for over 20 days before Matt was shot to death by a Vermont border patrol agent in Malone, New York, about an hour away from the prison. Sweat was shot by a New York state trooper two days later, and was taken into custody alive.

Notable inmates at Clinton Correctional Facility have included:

Michael Alig - A figurehead of the “Club Kids” phenomenon in 1990’s New York City, Alig was a club and party promoter who threw wildly successful events at The Limelight, The Paladium, Tunnel, and Club USA. In 1996, Alig and his roommate murdered and dismembered Andre “Angel” Melendez, a drug dealer who had been staying at their apartment, and later disposed of his remains in the Hudson River. Alig later pled guilty to manslaughter and was sentenced to 10-20 years. He was paroled in 2014. Alig is the subject of the 2003 film Party Monster, starring Macauley Culkin.

Maksim Gelman - In February of 2011 in New York City, Gelman killed four people and injured three over a period of 28 hours. His victims included his stepfather - Aleksandr Kuznetsov, Yelena Bulchenko - a former friend, and Anna Bulchenko, Yelena’s mother, who refused to tell Maksim where her daughter was, even to save her own life. Stephen Tanenbaum, (62) was run over in the street as Gelman fled the scene, and he later died of his injuries. At least five others were injured during Gelman’s crime spree, all of them simply innocent bystanders who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Gelman was profiled in an episode of A&E’s, The Killer Speaks, which you can watch {here}

Julio Gonzalez - Perpetrator of the 1990 arson of a social club in the Bronx, referred to as “The Happy Land Fire”, which killed 87 people. Gonzalez had recently been dumped by his girlfriend, Lydia Feliciano, who worked at Happy Land as a coat check girl. On March 25th, Happy Land was packed with customers, most of them Hondurans celebrating Carnival. Gonzalez was kicked out of the club by a bouncer, and was heard drunkenly shouting in the street that he would “shut the place down”. He walked to a nearby gas station, bought $1 worth of gas in a can, went back to Happy Land and sprayed the stairs - which were the only entrance and exit to the club - with gasoline, and lit a match. After setting the fire, Gonzalez went back home and went to bed, and was arrested the next day. He was sentenced to 25 years to life, and was denied parole in 2015. He died of a heart attack in September of 2016, two months before he would have been given another parole hearing.

John Jamelske - A serial rapist and kidnapper, Jamelske abducted at least five women between 1988 and 2003, and kept them prisoner in a concrete bunker underneath his home in the suburbs of Syracuse, New York, forcing them to perform sexual acts and menial tasks for him. He released his victims after long periods of time, some of whom attempted to report their abduction to the authorities, but weren’t taken seriously by law enforcement. Jamelske targeted women who were immigrants or refugees and didn’t know the language, or women who struggled with drug addiction. Jamelske’s first victim walked out of his bunker and never attempted to contact the authorities. His final victim was able to sneak away for long enough to call her sister, who was able to track her down. Jamelske was sentenced to 18 years to life, and is serving time at CCF.

Joel Rifkin - A serial killer suspected to be responsible for murdering and dismembering up to 17 women, many of whom were prostitutes. Rifkin was sentenced to 203 years in prison and will be eligible for parole in February of 2197.

Altemio Sanchez - Known as “The Bike Path Rapist” and “The Bike Path Killer”, Sanchez raped and murdered at least four women, and raped at least 9-15 women over the course of 25 years in Buffalo, New York. Most of his crimes took place in secluded areas near Amtrak rails or secluded bike paths. Prior to Sanchez’s arrest, a man named Anthony Capozzi had been serving time at CCF after being wrongfully convicted of two rapes that Sanchez had committed. Capozzi, who had been diagnosed with schizophrenia, served 22 years in prison before being exonerated by DNA evidence.

Naruto Character's Jobs
  • Naruto: Psychiatrist
  • Sakura: Neurosurgeon
  • Sasuke: Firefighter
  • Sai: Painter
  • Hinata: Florist
  • Kiba: Vet
  • Shino: Entomologist
  • Ino: Runway Model
  • Shikamaru: Military Strategist
  • Chouji: Chef
  • Neji: Detective
  • Tenten: Material Arts Expert
  • Lee: Fitness Teacher
  • Kakashi: Police Officer
  • Jiraya: Author
  • Orochimaru: Cosplayer
  • Tsunade: Business Woman
  • Temari: Climatologist
  • Gaara: President
  • Kankuro: Tattoo Artist
  • Itachi: Head of Police Department
  • Madara: Serial Killer
  • Genma: Bike Racer
  • Yamato: Botanist
  • Shisui: Undercover Agent for the CIA
  • Kabuto: Scientist
Tale As Old As Time

So…I mentioned to my Kallura buds that I had this idea for a space version of Beauty and the Beast

I’m also using it to dust off my old HTML skills…it’s been so long




Tale As Old As Time
Prologue

Once upon a time, a young prince lived in a shining castle…


Well, to be fair, he wasn’t a prince and he didn’t live in a castle, it was more a shack in the desert…

…and though he had everything his heart desired…

EVERYTHING might be a bit of a stretch, but he did have a knife, and a bad attitude…and a killer hover-bike! That thing was awesome!

…the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind…

Yeah, that bit’s actually pretty accurate.

But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

Yeah, he was actually kinda captured being all noble and stuff. And there was no gift. Unless you consider agonising torture a gift.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance…

I’m sure THAT at least was true…

…the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old women’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

We’re kinda getting off track here. This bit, yeah, not really what went down. No talk of inner beauty or transformations. That witch stayed her actual haggard self. I mean, quiznak, that’s even her name! Sort of…

The prince tried to apologise…

I’m pretty sure he spat in her face…

I did not! I head-butted her in the face and broke her nose.

Seriously? You really do have an impulse control problem, don’t you?

…but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart and as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Yeah, jerk-face or not, he totally didn’t deserve what they did to him…

Ashamed of his monstrous form…

Oh, yeah, for sure…

…the beast concealed himself inside his castle…

Literally, he went into the ventilation system at times…

Lance! If you don’t stop interrupting I’ll shove YOU in the ventilation system!

…with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

Really?

Try me.

The rose she had offered, was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then, the spell would be broken! If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time!

As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?


Now let our story begin…




They may have captured him but they would never get into Black. He’d seen to that. He had ordered the lion to put up her force-field, not to let it down under any circumstances. He had left Shiro’s bayard and his Mamora blade on board, there was no way he was letting them get their hands on either of them. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t come out fighting.

He sprinted down the ramp, it quickly slamming shut behind him, the energy-shield crackling and humming to life as soon as he was clear. He took a flying kick at the closest soldier and took up its weapon, opening fire as the rest charged at him. He knew he wouldn’t last long, there were just too many of them. But he was going to take as many of them with him that he possibly could. And as they began to overwhelm he took comfort in the knowledge that his teammates, his friends, his family, were safe.

~~~~~~

He awoke, he had no idea how much later, a cold metallic surface behind him, shimmering bands of energy around his wrists and ankles securing him to it. He wasn’t alone. Two of those creepy masked druids flanked the door. His armour had been removed, gloves and boots included, leaving him in only the black body suit.

A third figure who had been hidden from his sight behind the upright table he was bound to came into view. It was strangely pretty for a Galra, if it wasn’t for the colouring Keith would have doubted the being even was a Galra. He, something told the bound paladin that he was indeed a male, despite the fine features and long, silver hair, was holding his helmet in a way reminiscent of Hamlet and the skull of Yorick. Keith had no idea who he was. He didn’t care. He wasn’t giving this overdressed jerk anything.

The door swished open and a hunched, hooded figure entered. This one he knew. Haggar.

“Behold!” The pretty Galra said, theatrically holding the helmet aloft. “The Black Paladin of Voltron!”

Haggar’s expression didn’t change.

“This is not the Black Paladin.” She said evenly.

“Is that hood effecting your vision?” He scoffed. “Do you not see the helmet?” He held it up again. “Is it not the Black Lion that we currently have under serious look and key in the bowels of the very ship? Both black. Ergo. The Black Paladin.” He gestured at Keith.

“I don’t care what he’s wearing or what he was piloting.” Haggar snarled. “I know the Black Paladin. I am on quite close, intimate terms with the Black Paladin.” She stalked towards Keith as she spoke. “He was my masterpiece.” She curled her lip as she looked upon the pale-skinned, dark-haired boy. “This is NOT the Black Paladin.” She said haughtily, turning her back on him.

“Unless…” She turned back, eyes narrowing. “You lost him.” She surmised. “Probably the same time we lost our Emperor. And you stepped up.” She leaned in close. “So which one were you?” She mused. “Red, green, yellow or blue?”

His only response to her question was to throw his head, the only part of his body he could actually move, forward, his forehead connecting solidly with her nose. He smirked as she staggered backwards, her hands going instinctively to her face. The pretty Galra chuckled.

“Oh, he’s a feisty one.” Keith could hear the grin in his voice, as Haggar pinched her nose, studied the blood on her fingers for a moment, before flicking it off.

“The Red, then.” She said, stabbing him quickly in the side, sharp nails tearing through cloth and into flesh. He winced as she pulled back her hand, far more of his blood dripping from her nails than he’d brought forth from her nose. “The Emperor has quite an interest in you.”

Keith frowned slightly at her use of present tense. Zarkon was alive? Incapacitated most likely, but alive. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his expression neutral. They’d lost Shiro for nothing.

She crossed the small room, stepping up to a console in the corner. She let his blood drip onto what looked like a small sensor pad. It was quickly absorbed, and quickly analysed going by the cruel grin that spread across the witch’s features.

“Interesting…” She purred, cold eyes focusing on the young paladin. “VERY interesting…”

The pretty Galra walked over, twirling the helmet in one clawed hand, curiosity obviously getting the better of him. “Really?” His eyebrows rose as he glanced at their prisoner. “He doesn’t look-”

But Haggar cut him off with a wicked smile.

“Just imagine what I can make out if you.”

Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn 
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what i choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you

Me: “And Eric was like “That was nasty!” and Dyl-” *Laughs* “And Dylan was like “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER’S BIKE!?” And it was just-”

*Starts laughing uncontrollably*

Person: “Okay so who’s Eric and why are they throwing shit at someone’s sister’s bike?”

I was tagged by @criminal-anatomy to list 10 songs I am really into right (I feel like you’re to cool to notice me so thank you for tagging me)

In now particular order:

1. Girls like girls-hayley kiyoko
2. Pretty girl-hayley kiyoko
3. I will tonight-the brobecks
4. One woman army-porceline black
5. Palace-hayley kiyoko
6. The man-the killers
7. Bike ride-the brobecks
8. One bad night-hayley kiyoko
9. Young and menace-fall out boy
10. Let’s kill tonight-panic! At the disco

@buckyee-barnes @tonyee-stark @littlenerdyemopeanut @imagining-phantastic-ships @killjoywithapen13 @bellajaneboo

Sven Wedemeyer is one of Bike EXIF’s best-kept secrets. The Berlin-based photographer is lethal behind a lens, and he’s got impeccable taste too.
He’s shot some killer bikes for us over the years, and tipped us off many times. But today we’re putting Sven himself in the spotlight, with one of his own projects—this irresistible ‘oldtimer’ Moto Guzzi V7.
Hit the link in our profile for more beautiful images.
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Converse High (Suga, You) Drabble

Characters based from One of the Boys & Ho Ho No!



“Where’s Y/N?” Taehyung asked.

“She should’ve been here by now.” Jimin huffed, looking at his watch impatiently.

“Maybe she got stuck in traffic.” Hoseok assured.

“She doesn’t drive.” Yoongi countered.

“But doesn’t she have that killer bike?” Namjoon asked, sounding slightly fascinated and impressed.

“Exactly. So it it’s unlikely she’ll be stuck in traffic in that.”

What? She still rides that thing?!” Jin asked incredulously, finding the idea of you riding a motorcycle to be absurd.

The boys have been waiting for you at your meeting place at the end of the street near their dorm for almost half an hour now. They finally had a free day after their promotions for their new mini album, and with Summer just beginning for you, they decided to spend the day with you. They wanted to spend as much time with you before you went away to New York in a few months.

You arrived five minutes later, walking in your faded jeans and green hoodie.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s eyes lit up the moment he saw you, practically running towards you to engulf you in a warm hug.

“And he said he doesn’t have a thing for her.” Namjoon snickered.

Kkwak jabajwo nal anajwo! Can you trust me, can you trust me, can you trust me?” Jimin sang, his arms flailing around as he performed it with emotion and exaggerated movements. Hoseok was beside him, making giddy noises.

“Yah!” Taehyung snapped back at him as he let you go, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. You chuckled at their teasing and ruffled Taehyung’s hair before skipping towards the others.

“Sorry hyungs–”

“Where have you been?” Jin scolded and you stopped, gulping.

“At home–”

“What took you so long, noona?” Jungkook whined and you flicked his ear.

“Mom made do something and it was rush hour and I had to take the train–”

“You could’ve asked us to pick you up.” Taehyung suggested which earned some howling at the back of the group. He figured it was either Jimin or Hoseok. He sighed, wondering when this was gong to end. 

“Nah. I like the commute.” You said and Yoongi gave you a weird look. “What?”

He shook his head amusedly and your eyes suddenly glanced downwards. You snickered when you saw an all too familiar pair of sneaks snugged on his feet.

“What are you smiling about?” Yoongi asked, crossing his arms.

“We’re matchy matchy today hyung~”

“What are you talking about–” Yoongi stopped when he followed your eyes, seeing that the both of you were wearing a pair of Converse sneaks.

“Here we go.” Namjoon chuckled, knowing exactly what’s coming next.

“Converse Converse I really hate Converse!” You chanted, mimicking their dance moves. Taehyung and Jimin laughed at your teasing, even dancing along with you while Yoongi only stared at you with an equally annoyed and nonchalant expression.

“Shut up, Little dude.”

“I bet you wrote that for me.”

“WHAT?” He looked at you wide-eyed.

“Oh come on Yoongi–” you slanted your eyes at him, moving closer as you whispered, “Or should I start calling you oppa now?”

“EEWWW!” Everyone said in unison, and you chuckled at the look of horror on Yoongi’s face.

Yah yah yah, stop it!” Yoongi said, pushing your forehead with the tip of his forefinger. “Move away, little dude.”

“You love me, oppa~”

“I do not!”

You pouted and made your eyes water, creating a “crying” effect.

“Uh-oh.” Hoseok warned, pointing at your tear-filled eyes.

“You did it hyung.” Jungkook snickered and Yoongi stared at you in surprise before finally groaning and shaking your elbow.

“You’re not really going to cry are you?” He asked, while you continued to pout.

“Y/N-ah!” He whined and you pouted even more.

“Wow she’s good.” Jin murmured to Namjoon.

“I taught her well.” Taehyung said proudly while Jimin rolled his eyes at him, doubtfully.

“You don’t love me?” You croaked, impressed by your own acting skills.

Aish of course hyung loves you.” He said with a tinge of annoyance in his voice but it made you smile how he had admitted it.

“Okay!” You perked, smiling again as you hooked your arm with his. “Let’s go guys!”

You walked ahead with Yoongi on your arm, his face a mix of amusement and annoyance as you kept singing his part in Converse High.

“You have a weird girlfriend.” Jimin snickered to Taehyung and he looked at him and scoffed as they followed close behind.

“You have two weird best friends. Who’s got it worse?” He smirked, leaving Jimin behind who had paused before answering:

“I have seven, actually.“ 

END


I love this group tbh. hahaha :P To the anon who suggested the prompt, hope you liked it <3

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