or attempt to murder him

wisdom-walks-alone  asked:

Jason grace is literally that one guy who only works out so he can hold every breed of dog like a baby

jason, toting a pair of wolves under his arms: they are babies.
jason, clutching them closer while they attempt to bite him: …….sharp babies.

a post about remus lupin’s vaguely unsettling physical appearance

you know how the wolf from the movie looks kind of pathetic and gangly? i love and cherish it. remus lupin, known cryptid.

  • when harry and co. first see him they straight up wonder if he’s dead.
  • “No, no, he’s breathing,” whispered Hermione,
  • (also i love how our first impression of him is just….nothing. he’s asleep. we have nothing. he sleeps hard. that’s it. well fucking done, jo. it’s just so fantastic that harry is sort of mildly dubious of him after the double wammy of lockhart and quirrel and then remus actually turns out to be a good teacher. i love that.)
  • yeah anyway face-wise he looks starved and half-dead, except for his eyes
  • “his eyes looked alert and wary”. still disconcerting. i love it. we have nothing to judge his character on at this point, we just know that he’s really ill-looking.
  • (and then madam pomfrey says something about finally getting a DADA teacher who knows his remedies, and i fall in love with him all over again)
  • Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher’s desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.
  • so first of all, fuck this book. let my son eat. second, we still have so little impression of this man, he’s all passive-aggressive pleasantries and vague smiles. he must have been like…..emaciated on the train. i hate this fucking book.
  • It certainly looked as though he had been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they took their seats,
  • fuck this book
  • anyway coming at this passage with a decade and a half of hindsight, dear god, this man has just had all of his skeletal and muscular structure forcibly rearranged and then put back together, and he’s still smiling. that in and of itself is sort of disturbing, let him have a break, let this man have a break,,
  • A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Lupin’s gray hairs and the lines on his young face.
  • this passage is genuinely confusing to me because it seems like jo is suggesting that if not for his lycanthropy he would actually be really handsome
  • (not that the lycanthropy stopped dean thomas from having a massive crush on him)
  • and then there are these gems:
  • “Still looks ill, doesn’t he?” said Ron as they walked down the corridor, heading to dinner. “What d’you reckon’s the matter with him?”
  • “Oh, well—you know—working hard,” said Hermione. Close-up, Harry saw that she looked almost as tired as Lupin.
  • personality: exhausted
  • but seriously, it’s like the main thing jo wants to establish about him is how tired he looks. and now we have these bits, post-reveal:
  • An odd shiver passed over his face.
  • Lupin forced a laugh.
  • He pushed his graying hair out of his eyes…He looked sober and tired.
  • “Enough of this,” said Lupin, and there was a steely note in his voice Harry had never heard before.
  • Harry could see Lupin’s silhouette. He had gone rigid.
  • aksfnkasnfaksfksnf this one is my FAVORITE because the exact moment where he loses his human mind and the wolf takes over is unclear and for all we know, he could already be gone. GOD i love this book
  • like harry has spent the better part of a year in the company of this carefully mild-mannered mentor figure and in one night he witnesses him 1. attempt murder and 2. transform into a goddamn DARK CREATURE
  • so good. this book. so. good.
  • Lupin smiled wryly.
  • ^^^this is probably the most bitter we’ve ever seen him and i hate it. imagine how pissed he was. imagine him getting to the carriage and sirius is just inexplicably inside it. he complains to sirius the whole way out the castle gates. sirius complains back about prison food and lack of readily available hair products for known convicts. they catch up. they kiss probably.
  • anyway this post has no point i just like analyzing how odd and occasionally frightening lupin looks

I just think it’s funny how many Gaston fangirls I’ve seen so far pulling the “Gaston didn’t deserve to die!” card, either because they’re into Luke Evans or because 2017 Gaston was in the army and therefore has PTSD and doesn’t deserve anything bad happening to him.

Like… he literally refers to Belle (and women in general) as ‘prey’, he attempts to murder Maurice when he tells him he can’t marry Belle, he belittles Lefou and uses him as a human shield during the castle fight, he shoots the Beast in the back three times, but sure; he was pretty and fought in the war so poor precious baby.

If that isn’t what actually makes Gaston frightening in the first place though. People (in particular women) excusing/overlooking his poor actions in favour of appearances.


Gotham Season Three: Four Times Oswald Cobblepot was Betrayed

1. s3e05- Butch Gilzean agrees to assassinate Mayor Cobblepot.
2. s3e14- Ed Nygma shoots Oswald and dumps him in the river.
3. s3e14- Barbara Kean conspires to torment and murder Oswald.
4. s3e16- Gabe attempts to kidnap Oswald and sell him to his enemies.

  • Steve: Hey, did you ever see that one movie, the one where there's this cowboy and he's the king of the castle... And then this astronaut shows up and tries to take over, so the cowboy attempts to murder him. But instead, the astronaut is taken hostage by this evil psychopath. And the cowboy has to rescue him. And then they end up becoming really good friends.
  • Natasha: ...Toy Story?
  • Steve: Toy Story! That's it! I love that movie.
  • Hazel: Hey, did you ever see that one movie, the one where there's this cowboy and he's the king of the castle... And then this astronaut shows up and tries to take over, so the cowboy attempts to murder him. But instead, the astronaut is taken hostage by this evil psychopath. And the cowboy has to rescue him. And then they end up becoming really good friends.
  • Percy: ...Toy Story?
  • Hazel: Toy Story! That's it! I love that movie.
Take Care of Me || Justin Foley x Reader

Yes indeedy. Justin is like such a sad baby boy.

Word Count: 682

Warnings: Mentions of Abuse 


    When you first met Justin Foley, he seemed like the perfect guy. He had an award winning smile, perfect hair, great style, and never failed to make you laugh. But slowly, as word of Hannah Baker’s suicide spread, and Justin began walking into class with fresh bruises every morning; things changed.

    The two of you had stopped going on dates first. Then, you began to spend less time together during school. Until, eventually, it was as if you were nothing more than a couple of strangers. You never saw him. You stopped trying to call after the eighth attempt.

    You didn’t want to be one of those people in relationships that just can’t let go. The ones that show up at your doorstep three months after no contact and start breaking things. You had to admit, though, he was a hard one to lose.

    You sat in the empty school lunchroom. There was a basketball game going on next door, and you hadn’t really felt like attending.

    The sound of shoes squeaking on the polished floor came from your right, and you lifted your head in the direction of it. You felt your mouth go dry when you caught sight of Justin. He was staring at you, though one eye was partially swollen shut with a dark bruise surrounding it.

    “Holy hell,” you muttered, pushing yourself up.

    You rushed over to him, smoothing a hand along his cheek. He winced, but made an effort not to pull away. He placed his hand on top of yours, pressing it down harder.

    “Where have you  been?” you asked quietly.

    He inhaled deeply, clenching his jaw. “Don’t ask, please. Just stay with me. I need you to stay with me.”

    You wrapped your arms around him tightly, pulling him in for a hug. “Okay, I won’t ask. Just… if you want me to stay with you, you have to stay with me.”

    He nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your hand down his back, shushing him as his breath hitched, cracking with a quiet sob.

    “Leaving you was the worst mistake of my life,” he whispered. “I thought it would help you. I’m not what you need, but you’re what I need.”

    You pulled away just enough to look him in the face. “I love you, Justin.”

    His lower lip quivered, tears brimming in his eyes. “I love you too, Y/N.”

    “Then tell me what happened,” you replied.

    He looked down, trying to pull away, but you held him tighter. It didn’t take long for the warmth of your body pressing against his own to break through his shell. He melted against you, letting his head fall back onto your shoulder, hands wandering down to play with the hem of your shirt.

    “You know how my mom is. Her new boyfriend is an asshole. If I even attempt to stand up to him he acts like he’s going to murder me,” he said finally. “I hate him, and I hate her. All I need is you. Please, can I come live with you?”

    You were probably the only seventeen year old in town who had their own place. Partly because your parents owned multiple homes and were constantly renting them out, and partly because you were just a trustworthy teen. The baddest thing you’d ever done was steal a candy bar from a convenience store, but that was when you were like six.

    “You should’ve told me,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Of course you can.”

    “I know,” he whispered. “I was afraid you’d think I was just trying to get into your pants or something. I’m not like what Hannah Baker said, I swear. I made a mistake. I should have told everyone that the rumors weren’t true. I really do need you. I have no one else.”

    “I know, Justin. Everyone makes mistakes, but you’ve changed. You’re different now.” You took his hands into your own, bringing them to your lips. “I’m here, okay? I’ll take care of you.”

  • M'gann M'orzz: Hey, did you ever see that one movie, the one where there's this cowboy and he's the king of the castle... And then this astronaut shows up and tries to take over, so the cowboy attempts to murder him. But instead, the astronaut is taken hostage by this evil psychopath. And the cowboy has to rescue him. And then they end up becoming really good friends.
  • Raquel Ervin: ...Toy Story?
  • M'gann M'orzz: Toy Story! That's it! I love that movie.

Every persona game has subtle characterization of the silent protag via the options it gives you to choose from and a few other things. but akira has arguably the best characterization because:

  • the ability to say “savage” when futaba calls mishima a npc
  • ^alternatively “he’s the protagonist” sweet child
  • “so what if it’s true?” ALL THE FUCKING TIME
  • “ghostly”
  • “beep boop” when makoto says someone thought of her like a robot
  • *time to button mash* when pretending morgana is a toy cat that meows when you press their head
  • “I’m not interested” so often (but especially when ryuji is talking about how hot the girls are)
  • SPOILER: “I mean, I died…”
  • SPOILER: Character: *attempts to murder him* / protag: “I feel like our bond has become closer”
  • (child please)
  • “please don’t cry”
  • “Give me their name” or “what’s their full name” or “what was their name again”
  • (seriously tho the fact your co-ops have mementos requests is great)
  • “I was just standing here” when ryuji thanks him
  • ^”But I was just standing here” when ryuji equates his help to running a marathon at his side.
  • “i believe in him”
  • honestly watch him play that shooter with the kid it’s so funny how different from in the metaverse that is

I can’t think of anything else, but feel free to add more

  • me: i love jason dean so much
  • someone: me too!!! he's so precious and he's just misunderstood he didn't do anything wr--
  • me: no. stop. he did EVERYTHING wrong. he killed 3 people and attempted to become a mass murderer. i found him in the garbage, and that's where he belongs. i will continue to love him, but he belongs in the garbage. like, headfirst in the dumpster.

has anyone ever wondered why Simon got so offended over Baz trying to feed him to the chimera, or when he pushed him down the stairs, but like he only mentions that Baz tried to steal his voice -’the worst thing you can do to a magician’- once or twice.

and i was just thinking why? Simon knew that he and Baz were enemies, that’s what enemies did: they fight, they try to kill each other. why should he care about a few pitiful attempts at murder? why should he care that Baz pushed him down the stairs or fed him to a chimera?

 then i really thought about it and honestly my English teacher better be proud of me after this interpretation, i mean it is far fetched af but…

i think that Simon expected Baz to fight with him using his magic, they’re magicians after all, maybe it seemed fair, or he thought that that was just the way things were, but then Baz started being physical -get your heads out of the gutter i didn’t mean it like that. 

Baz started to abuse Simon without using magic, he shoved him down the stairs. it started to become personal, it stopped being about two arch enemies fighting and started being just cruel. i don’t think Simon expected that when he came to Watford; he wasn’t prepared for it, how could he join the game when he didn’t even know what Baz was playing? 

and maybe it was just too real. magic was Simon’s secret life, it was the thing he always came back to -it was his everything- so maybe that’s why he didn’t mind so much when Baz used spells to hurt him, because it was magic, but when he started just abusing him it could have reminded him of his other life. 

his other life, with lonely care homes and hatred and not even letting himself thinking of his secret life because it would hurt too much. and maybe, just maybe, Simon had been abused in those places too, maybe he’d been shoved down stairs before, maybe he had been pushed and shoved and hit and abused. and maybe he went to Watford with the hope of getting away from that, maybe he had just dealt with Baz’s teasing and hatred and jealousy and all of that because it was better than his other life, wasn’t it?

wasn’t it?

anonymous asked:

What's the white stuff vilde and chris had on their pizza?? and who's jamille??? Thanks Ingrid! 💗

It was sour cream dressing, made with sour cream, garlic, mayonnaise and different spices. Very usual pizza topping here in Norway! 

This is Jamilla Bikarim 

Last we heard she was engaged to Sanas brother (most likely Elias unless Sana has more brothers) she’s same age as Sana or the year above. She’s in a squad commonly referred to as the Hijab Police

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Jamie Fuller was 16 in 1991 when he killed his 14 year old cheerleader girlfriend Amy Carnevale behind a Middle School in Beverly, Massachusetts.   Jamie stabbed her, slashed her throat, and attempted to stomp on her head.  It is said that Fuller was extremely jealous and aggressive, even telling his friends he would kill her.  After he killed her, he not only bragged, but went back with a friend to dispose of the body.  He dumped it in the United Shoe Pond, using cinder blocks to keep it down.  It became known as “The Shoe Pond Murder”.  Although he was a juvenile, he was sentenced to life for this brutal murder.  In 1993, his distraught mother attempted to help him escape from prison.  The story was made into a for TV movie in 1996 called “No One Would Tell”.  


On the 17th of January, 2017, a Carroll County, Maryland, man came across a scene no father should ever have to witness. When he arrived home, he was met by his 21-year-old autistic son, Alex Santiago, lying on the living room floor surrounded by his own blood. In another room was his 17-year-old son, Joseph Santiago, watching television. Just the previous year, Joseph had attempted to murder Alex by locking him in a room which he had doused in gasoline before setting it alight. Miraculously, Alex was able to escape the fire engulfed room and was discharged from hospital three days later. This time, however, he wasn’t so lucky. Joseph had bludgeoned Alex with a baseball bat before stabbing him to death with a sword. Joseph readily admitted to the brutal murder. He said that after killing his brother, he took a shower and then calmly watched television. After turning 18 in custody, Joseph was transferred to the Carroll County Jail and shall be tried as an adult.

I’m Gonna Kill Him

Based on This post. Bucky is too cute, and Tony can’t handle it. 

@ifdragonscouldtalk wrote for the same prompt link Here.

Tony is tired, not tired because he’s been awake for three days, because science. Tony is tired of having to look at James Buchannan Barnes beautiful face all the time. He’s just so goddamn pretty, and Tony cannot handle it anymore.

“So they called us in to handle the-“ Rhodey is explaining. Tony has no idea what he’s talking about, wasn’t paying attention, because James Barnes is too damn cute, and for some reason he’s holding a puppy, and Tony cannot handle it. Then the puppy licks Bucky’s face, and he smiles at it.

“No.” Tony groans, and he can feel a flush rising in his cheeks. Rhodey stops, raising an eyebrow at him. Tony slams his hand down onto the table, knocking over his own coffee in the process, it was empty anyways. “That’s fucking it, I’m killing him.” Tony decides. Rhodey blinks at him.

“Are we talking about Bucky?” He asks, looking over at the super soldier.

“Of course, look at him!” Tony says, gesturing as subtly as he can. Rhodey doesn’t think it’s very subtle at all, and based on the strange look Steve is sending him Steve probably agrees.

“He’s holding a puppy.” Rhodey states mildly, and Tony groans, slamming his face into the table. “Maybe you can man up, and ask him out instead of attempting murder.”

“Killing is easier though Rhodey.” Tony whines. Rhodey laughs, and it sounds like Bucky is giggling to himself. “It’s so much easier Rhodey. Why is he so cute? Why does he have a puppy? Why does the universe torture me?”

“I think that’s a service dog.” Rhodey points out. “He’ll probably have it around a lot.” Tony bangs his head repeatedly against the table. “It’s only going to get cuter Tony, you might as well as ask him out now.”

“Or, and this is the best idea, or I could just kill him. No more overwhelming amounts of cute.” Tony says, looking up at Rhodey. He looks completely serious, and for a moment Rhodey is concerned for Bucky’s wellbeing.

“Doll, I would rather not die!” Bucky calls, and Tony’s face turns bright red. He stops breathing and Rhodey snorts.

“I hate super soldier hearing, it is almost as awful as how cute he is. I hate it so much.” Tony grumbles, hiding his blush by slamming his face into the table again. “Ow.” He whispers, and Rhodey can’t help laughing.

“I think you’re cute too!” Bucky calls. Tony whines softly.

“Why is he making fun of me Rhodey? Why? He could just tell me to stop. He didn’t have to make fun of me.” Tony says. “He’s such an asshole, but he’s so cute.” The whine is back, and Rhodey is still laughing. Bucky walks over to the table, the dog clutched in his arms.

“I’m not making fun of you Doll. Me and Bubbles here want to take you on a date, and I don’t make fun of people I want to date.” Bucky gestures to the dog.

“The dog’s name is Bubbles?” Tony asks, looking up at both of them. “Bucky and Bubbles, the cutest pair to ever cute. Rhodey the dog is named Bubbles.” Tony informs his friend, who had finally gotten his laughter under control only to lose it again. “Wait. You want to take me on a date?” Tony asks, turning wide eyes back on Bucky.

“Yeah Tony. I want to take you on a date.” Bucky is smiling at him, and Tony is still contemplating if murder would be a better choice. He’s not good at relationships.

“I would like to go on a date.” He decides after a minute, and Rhodey has to resist the urge to whack him.

“No shit you want to go on a date.” Rhodey says, once again getting his laughter under control. “Murder is not a good alternative to feelings Tony.” Tony opens his mouth to argue. “It’s not. He likes you back, you’re going to date him. You’re going to have a nice time. It’ll be great. Okay?”

“If you say so Rhodey.” Tony decides, and Bucky beams at him.

“Bubbles and I shall look forward to our date.” Rhodey says, tipping an imaginary hat to Tony and walking back over to Steve.

infinite-vague-replays  asked:

Another thing to my angst version of 2ct, real!Ciel has to look absolutely hideous. I mean, he somehow lived through getting stab and a fire, and somehow got resurrected by Ut, he has to be covered in scars and injuries. Even his hands look super veiny, the rest of his body must look just as bad. I want his face to be like the Phantom, super messed up and covered with a mask (sorry, that's all I know about him >_<;). 1/4

Enough of these beautiful twin fan deceptions, make him just a downright fugly brat. And his personality is just as bad. He already killed agni and attempted to murder Soma. Make him Ciel’s foil, instead of hiding his feelings and showing a cold exterior, make him extremely emotional and unstable, constantly throwing fits about how pitiful he is, mourning his parents death and hating his sibling down to the last hair. 2/4

He should be super envious over how well off Ciel is and how he stole everything from him, his rights, his wife, even his own identity. I see him super possessive over Lizzy too, her being the only family that knows he exists. And he’d to far gone and too hateful to care about another person, but he can’t stand the thought of the one “thing” he got back chose our!Ciel over him. ¾

And the most important part of all this is that he’s completely understandable. If someone went through all the things he did they would probably end up the same (though it’s definitely not justifable). So yeah, something similar to Alois I guess, lol just realized that know, but that’s basically the only version of 2ct I’ll accept. 4/4

YO! I approve- go and replace Editor K right now. I am 100% down with this. Darken everything- his personality is shit and his body is shit. If real!Ciel came back hideously disfigured, as in full-on horrible to look at, then the 2ct might be acceptable. Down with beautiful twin depictions, please. I wanna see how many twin-lurving fans are left after he’s revealed to be ugly af.

Emotional, unstable, and Ciel taken to the extreme would be amazing. And him drowning in self pity is a great idea. Let’s have him whine over how bad his life is at every point and how Ciel stole it all from him. I can see him as possessive over Lizzie too, in a creepy #NOPE way. And from what we know of him on her flashbacks, he always thought of her as a submissive wife. She’ll be an object to him and he won’t be able to accept that this she chose our!Ciel.

I like the idea of him as a tragic villain, in a pitiful monstrous way. Like, nothing he does is right, but it’s easy to see why he’d do it. He’ll make Alois seem like a total angel. I can accept your version of the 2ct too!

"Harry went through everything Snape went through and turned out fine!"

First of all, Harry did not go through exactly what Snape went through. There were many resources Harry had to help him recover from his abuse that Snape never had access to. Second of all, abuse does not affect every single victim the same way. Everyone is different. Regardless, I’m still going to go through all the advantages Harry had over Snape so that people stop pitting two very different abuse survivors against each other.

1. Snape grew up in abject poverty. Harry inherited a huge fortune from his parents and the Dursleys were fairly wealthy as well, even if they spent very little of their wealth on Harry. However, Harry had enough of his basic needs provided for him to keep him alive and healthy. Snape was most likely ill and underfed throughout much of his childhood.

2. Harry had a very supportive group of friends, one of whom was able to give Harry an escape from his abusive relatives. Snape had one true friend throughout his childhood who was unable to do much about his home situation. Harry’s friends were also there to defend him from bullies like Draco Malfoy. We only see Lily intervene to help Snape when he gets bullied by the Marauders once and we know what happens after that.

3. Harry’s teachers were very supportive of him and were always looking out for him. Snape’s teachers refused to do anything about the Marauders because of how much they liked them.

4. What went on between Draco and Harry at school was a rivalry. Both parties were always equally matched; it was either Harry vs. Draco, Harry and his two best friends vs. Draco and his two best friends, or the Gryffindors vs. the Slytherins. What went on between the Marauders and Snape was relentless bullying (four on one is bullying, a rivalry requires both sides to be equally matched) that got as bad as sexual assault and attempted murder. As stated previously, Snape had very little help to defend him from his bullies.

5. Harry was generally surrounded by Voldemort’s opponents and had his life threatened by Voldemort and his supporters on multiple occasions. Snape was generally surrounded by Voldemort’s supporters and constantly bullied by four of Voldemort’s opponents. Voldemort’s supporters were also the only people who offered Snape a proper escape from the neglect and abuse he had suffered his whole life. Therefore it makes sense which sides these two people chose to fight on.

Regardless of the different circumstances Snape and Harry grew up in, both of their experiences with abuse are completely valid. The sad truth is that without a support system, very few abuse victims turn out like Harry. Many turn out like Snape or Credence unless they are given access to the resources necessary for them to heal. However, even if two abuse victims with the exact same circumstances turn out differently, that does not invalidate either victim’s experience with abuse. The fact remains that we are all different humans and that trauma can affect all of us differently.

Street Cred, Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: You’re a celebrity I admire but you’re flirting with me? + Daveed Diggs

Words: 800 (perfect)

Author’s Note: My first Daveed request/fic! Very exciting stuff here. I know Daveed is more of a reserved guy, but man do I live for a flirty Daveed.

Warnings: Curse words. I mean, yeah.

Requests are open! Please send some in! Request comes from this list of prompts!

Askbox | Masterlist | Prompt list | Part 2

Walking through the streets of New York guaranteed you would see some… interesting people. Most days, you opted to keeping your head down and continue walking, no matter how many people rudely bumped shoulders with you without apology.

Walking through Broadway on a two-show day was never really a great idea, but your favorite cafe resided within the few blocks and you decided it was worth the risk.

Walking through the street that held the Richard Rodger’s theater was downright stupid. It was basically guaranteed to have a large group surrounding the doors, effectively blocking the walkway.

You weaved through the unmoving crowd, bobbing and weaving with your mind on one thing: coffee to get you though the day.

The cafe was a rather unknown gem within the city of Starbucks. They played little-known cast albums of old Broadway shows. Their drinks had interesting names and the crowd was always thin. That was probably why you enjoyed it so much.

You received your to go cup and decided to sit outside to enjoy the view of the crowd from a distance. You scrolled through your phone for awhile, allowing the roar of the crown to become white noise.

A shadow was cast over you, and you were able to pick out a voice above the others.

“Excuse me.” Your eyes shot up to the man before you. Oh no. You recognized him. You watched him in YouTube interviews. Fuck, you even memorized his impossible verses in ‘Guns and Ships’.

What do normal people usually do? They smile, right? You shot him a smile, still sitting in silence. Oh, right. Normal people usually give a greeting.

“Hi.” You forced out, unable to do much more.

“Hi.” He returned, grinning. Shit. His teeth were really bright, “Is this seat taken? There’s nowhere else to sit.”

You heard the scraping of a chair against the cement, and looked over to find several of his costars at a nearby table. The scraping had been Oak, scrambling to occupy the empty chair Daveed had left behind with his legs. He whistled, pretending to be casual and relaxed, stealing not-so-casual glances at you.

Daveed groaned, muttering, “Real smooth, Oak.”

Another scraping was heard, and Daveed looked up to find you had kicked forward the chair next to you, inviting him to sit.

He immediately took the seat, nearly having it tip from his urgency. You giggled into the lid of your coffee as he shifted to regain balance. He glanced over, watching as you hid your smile behind your coffee.

“You have the most beautiful laugh.” He leaned forward, eliminating almost any space between you.

Shit! That just happened.” Cheered Oak, laughing heartily, clapping his hands and someone attempted to hush him.

“I’m going to murder him.” Daveed said, and you could see in his eyes he may not be joking.

“I think it’s very nice.”

“You hear that?” Oak leaned over, whispering loudly to Daveed, “She thinks I’m nice.” Daveed swatted him away. Oak received the message and decided it was time for the group to head out, “We’ll be at the theater when you decide to stop flirting.”

They shuffled away as Daveed mumbled about his ‘stupid friends’.

“For the record,” You broke the silence, “I think you’re much nicer, Daveed.” He grinned, before realizing what you had said,

“You know who I am?”

“Well, I don’t exactly live under a rock.” You teased before giving your name, “Tony winner Daveed Diggs is sitting across from me, flirting rather shamelessly. What would the press do with this information?”

“Probably speculate the nature of our relationship. Maybe you’re Oak’s girlfriend and we’re seeing each other behind his back? Maybe I’m your baby daddy?” He trailed off as you threw your head back in laughter.

He shyly laughed along, mostly enjoying the view you gave him.

“Whatever would I do with those rumors floating around?” You leaned forward, your coffee completely and utterly forgotten in favor of making him smile again.

“Well, I would have to set the record straight. We’re simply dating, no crazy theatrics behind it.” He leaned closer.

“They wouldn’t believe it without some evidence. Do you have any sources?”

“Maybe a date? Tonight? The Rum House on West 47th?” He raised his eyebrows at you as you leaned back in fake contemplation.

“You had me at alcohol.”

“A woman after my own heart.” He offered you his phone and you gave him yours. You typed in your number and name with a few choice emojis next to it. He handed you your phone back to find he had placed himself under the name ‘Tony Winner Daveed Diggs’.

“How will I ever differentiate you from the other ‘Tony Winner Daveed Diggs’ I know?” You tease, pocketing your phone.

“I’m the one you’ll be dating.”


Israel Keyes was an American serial killer who enjoyed the thrill that accompanied a kill. He was known to study serial killers and their modus operandi so that he could devise his own methods. He committed a string of rapes and murders, beginning in the 1990′s until he was apprehended in 2012. He confessed to killing at least 8 people - he raped and killed mostly women but on at least one occasion, he killed a couple.

Keyes lived in numerous states over the years, living a somewhat transient lifestyle, and authorities have tried to link him to multiple unsolved murder cases. He also confessed to committing bank robberies in New York and Texas. Keyes had hidden “murder kits” around various areas in the USA - the sole purpose to dispatch and dispose of victims if he ever felt the urge to kill nearby. His last known murder is that of 18-year-old Samantha Koenig, who was a barista which worked in Anchorage, Alaska. He kidnapped her and raped and strangled her to death. He then took her body and hid it in a shed for two weeks while he went on a cruise. After those two weeks, he returned to her body, taped open her eyes to make her appear to be alive and took a photograph of the girl with a newspaper to prove the date. He then wrote a ransom note demanding $30,000 from her family. He then dismembered her body and disposed of it in a frozen lake.

The ransom note was paid and police were able to track Keyes down and apprehend him. During questioning, he was often asked “Why?” to which he always replied “Why not?” He was linked to at least 11 murders but it is believed that he killed many more. Authorities have been attempting to link him to multiple unsolved murder cases. On 2 December, 2012, he committed suicide in his jail cell.