Fan: Wen Junhui can you hear me [pic: Hello? Wen Junhui I love you] Jun: The number you are trying to reach is currently busy, please dial again later Jun: Just kidding I also love you- Jun: -r profile pic
Candy makes me think of chocolate which makes me think of valentines day! And valentines day makes me think of dates! So here’s Lance on a date (??) I just wanted to draw him in some cute nerdy attire tbh sweats
On May 25, 1978, a package exploded at Northwestern University in Evanston, Ill., injuring a security guard. It was the first of a series of 16 bombings that would occur over the next 17 years, killing three people and injuring many others. The suspect in the case, a shadowy figure who frequently used the U.S. mail to send his homemade explosives, became known as the “Unabomber.”
FBI criminal profiler James R. Fitzgerald began working on the case in July 1995. He remembers the Unabomber as a “criminal mastermind” who went to extraordinary lengths to erase any trace of physical evidence within his explosives.
FBI labs revealed, for instance, that the bomber ripped the skins off batteries to make them untraceable. He also avoided commercial glue and instead made his own epoxy by melting down deer hooves. “And, of course, no fingerprints, no DNA — nothing like that,” Fitzgerald says.
But Fitzgerald and his colleagues did have one important source of evidence: In the 1990s, the Unabomber began sending letters about his crimes to the media and some of his victims. In 1995, he sent a sprawling, 35,000-word “manifesto” to The New York Times and The Washington Post, in which he explained why he believed technology to be evil and how society should disband the technological system and live in agrarian tribes.
Fitzgerald says the Unabomber’s writings were a “pivotal factor” in cracking the case. He and his colleagues used them to help pinpoint the age and geographic origin of their suspect — evidence that helped lead to the April 6, 1996, arrest of Ted Kaczynski, an ideologically-motivated hermit living in a cabin in Montana.
Kaczynski pleaded guilty to the bombings in 1998 and is now serving a life sentence in prison. Fitzgerlad, now retired, is the central character in a new scripted mini-series on The Discovery Channel called Manhunt: Unabomber, starring actors Sam Worthington and Paul Bettany.
She’s sort of drunk. This is the only time she does this.
Left, left, left. She takes another
drink from her beer, one of the ones that Poe buys and leaves in the fridge. Ew, left, once again. Just because she
wants to get laid and is drunk, no, buzzed, enough to open up Tinder does not
mean she’s desperate for whoever is within a five mile radius and is currently
The next profile comes up and Rey almost chokes on her
It’s him. The
guy who stalks into Cantina Coffee every weekday morning at quarter to eight on
the nose and orders a 20oz almond milk latte, with an extra shot, and a vegan
blueberry lemon muffin, and puts $2 in the tip jar when most people just throw
in their change or a straw wrapper.
Kylo R., the profile states. 31, Coruscant, Designer. Designer of what, she thinks, that’s fucking vague. But he is
attractive. Gorgeous, actually. He’s polite enough when they interact in the
mornings, and she had always assumed he’s rushing off to work, some office in a
high rise downtown, judging by the well-tailored suit he wears and the fancy
Oh, fuck it.
She swipes right without even bothering to flip through his pictures or read
his About Me, then throws her iPhone into the couch cushions.
She gets up to go into the kitchen, grabs another beer
and a party sized bag of Doritos, and hears her phone chime. Probably Poe checking up on me, she
Chips in hand, she plops back down on the couch, ready to
watch some How Its Made reruns, text Poe that really, she’s fine, and have yet another nice night in, when she
picks up her phone and unlocks it.
A Tinder notification pops up.
Fucking hell. This
cannot be real. I just matched with Kylo.