spent rounds


10 min prompt fills: ( @corruptedempires​, @charcoal-soul, @bisexualadotham​ (SORRY, I WILL FIX IT XD),   @skalidra, @loadthebases )

  1. Keith/+Shiro/+Allura “No, I’ll play the drums”
  2. Shiro with a lightsaber 
  4. Shiro as a king/royalty
  5. Shiro: down but not out
  6.  Pidge/+Hunk “I feel cheated." 
James and Lily

When they were 11

He made loud fart noises in the corridor to amuse his friends. 

She rolled her eyes and kept walking.

When they were 12

He would have water fights in the common room.

She scowled as she dodged the enchanted water balloon.

He would shout out answers over her in class.

She ignored him and got top marks anyway.

When they were 13

He and his friends filled the great hall with jelly as a joke.

She shouted when a leftover piece fell on her head the next day.

He charmed balls of paper to fly at her head.

She hexed him.

When they were 14

He batted his eyelashes and got an extension on his homework.

She scolded him for it after.

He set loose the blast ended skrewts.

She spent her lunch helping round them all up.

He started to call her stupid nicknames.

She shot back with stupider insults.

When they were 15

He charmed off a boys hair one day.

She helped the boy figure out how to grow it back.

He harassed her in the corridor with annoying proposals.

She thought she hated him.

He got caught by the Greenhouses smoking with his friend.

She and Remus monitored his detention. She asked Remus why he was so annoying, he said he was more than the arrogant show he put on.

He pulled down Severus’ trousers in front of a crowd of people.

She defended someone who wasn’t a good person.

He followed her around trying to apologise.

She thought maybe Remus was right.

When they were 16

He made his stationary fly around the classroom to amuse people.

She grinned and told him to stop.

He flooded the fourth floor.

She cursed him as she helped get rid of the water.

He gave a bar of chocolate to a crying first year.

She thought maybe he wasn’t all that bad.

He carried his friend’s books when he was feeling ill.

She thought he was actually quite nice.

He helped her with difficult homework.

She smiled and said thank you.

He made conversation as they walked to class together.

She was shocked when she realised she was friends with him.

When they were 17

He wrote to her over the holidays.

She replied.

He threw a big celebration party in the common room.

She had a fun time with her friends dancing and drinking until dawn.

He loved the way she rolled her eyes at him.

She loved the way the combed his fingers through his hair unconsciously.

He went home for the summer realising that maybe she might feel the same way.

She realised she had fallen for someone she thought she hated.

He came back to school as Head Boy.

She came back as Head Girl.

He grew up and took the responsibility seriously.

She felt her chest swell as she watched him grow.

He asked if she wanted to go out. That maybe after all this time…

She realised that the answer had always been yes.

When they were 18

He loved the way her hair fell around her shoulders, the way she smiled when he touched her and they way she would laugh as she kissed him.

She loved the way he slung his arm over her whenever he stood next to her, they way he would grin when he made eye contact and the way the played with her hair as she dozed next to him.

He made the suits of armour tell jokes when someone walked past.

She giggled and realised some things never change.

He started to prepare for a world that was getting darker every day.

She started to prepare for a world that scared her a little.

He ended the school year with a bang, literally. He and his friends threw a farewell party.

She spent the night laughing and crying, promising everyone that it wasn’t really goodbye.

He left school, bought a flat, and began to train to fight a war he was too young to fight in.

She left school, moved into his flat, and began to train for a war she was determined to win.

He loved her and he told her every day.

She loved him and would never let him forget it.

When they were 19

He would come home dirty and bruised.

She would return scratched and messy.

He would heal her wounds and hold her close.

She would mend his cuts and kiss him gently.

He would fight like there was no tomorrow.

She would attack like it was the only defence.

He was frightened.

She was worried.

He found comfort in her.

She found solace in him.

He realised he couldn’t live without her.

She realised he kept her going.

He said ‘marry me’.

She said ‘only if you marry me first’.

He married a girl he had loved since he was 11.

She married a boy she had never hated.

When they were 20

He still had a war to fight in.

She still had to bring justice to her world.

He worried when he heard her throwing up one morning.

She worried when he joked she might be pregnant.

He knew there would be day when he would make an unfunny joke.

She realised today was that day.

He had to shift his world to make room for a baby.

She had to prepare for a world with more people to love in it.

He was as excited as could be.

She was always smiling despite it all.

He wanted to name the baby Harold.

She like Barry.

He decided to compromise.

She agreed on Harry.

He couldn’t stop shaking when they baby was born.

She couldn’t stop cradling her son.

He and his friends stayed up four nights in a row with the baby, just to play with him.

She had her friends over for a weekend, just to coo over him.

He was told his friends couldn’t come any more. But it kept his child safe.

She was heartbroken people could come to visit, but it kept her family whole.

When they were 21

He enjoyed the quiet days with his wife.

She enjoyed the long mornings with her husband.

He enjoyed practising magic with (sometimes on) his son.

She enjoyed pretending not to notice, or outdoing him on a particularly pretty spell.

He was scared, but he loved her and Harry.

She was terrified, but he and Harry mattered more.

He decided to celebrate 1 year old in style.

She baked a truly magnificent cake.

He decorated the house.

She decorated her son. 

He smiled as a small fawn blew out his candles.

She laughed as her husband transformed to match his son.

He loved her more than ever.

She loved him more than she could say.

He carved pumpkins.

She hung fairy lights.

He made puffs of smoke come out the end of his wand.

She heard the door open.

He threw his child in to her arms.

She ran up the stairs.

He looked for his discarded wand.

She barricaded the door.

He dropped like a marionette who’s string were cut.

She refused to step aside.

He was dead.

She fell just like her husband.

They loved Harry.

They died for their son.

but he lived.

Bonus Round

Originally posted by scaredful

Note:  This was so much fun to write because Hoseok is the best.  Also this took forever because I had about 1.6k words of backstory that I just cut because… it took Forever to link everything.  Also this is inspired by semi-true-ish events so… yeah.  Graciously edited by the wonderful @sugaredmarbles.

EDIT: @sugaredmarbles just fixed my title too because she’s amazing.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut  
Warnings: public sex, alcohol-fueled sex, dirty talk, pregnancy mention, unsanitary activity 
Word Count: 3547


Summary:  You’ve harbored a crush on Jung Hoseok ever since high school, and you had even decided on attending a performing arts university because he was going there.  You had almost been content with admiring him from afar, but he’s enlisting soon.  And this is how you confess to him.




“Have you confessed to Hoseok yet?”  

Namjoon’s question over 2AM coffee makes him the third person to ask you today.  

The first person to ask you had been Taehyung, a fellow theatre arts major.  (”You need to nab him before he enlists,” he had lectured.  “If everyone knows he has a girlfriend, they’re not going to pester him as much about going to… massage parlors…”) 

The second person to ask you had been Jungkook, a once-shy underclassman you had taken under your wing until he switched majors after seeing Hoseok dance.  Traitor.  Not that you necessarily blamed him.  (”You should just tell him because he’s leaving regardless.  If it doesn’t work out, you won’t have to see him again.”  Jungkook had always been blunt.)  

And Namjoon now makes three.  

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My Light - A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: Woohoo, it’s time for another episode of ‘I am insecure and need to be comforted by fictional characters!” Please be careful reading if you are triggered by self-hatred, etc. 

Taking a shaky breath, (Y/N) gathered a handful of Floo powder from the bowl sitting beside the fireplace. “Number 12 Grimmauld Place,” she stated clearly as she thrust the powder into the grime. 

Green smoke enveloped her as she whizzed past dozens of fireplace exits. After a moment of dizzying travel, the network spit her out in a pitch black hearth, dust spilling into the open space in front of her. 

“(Y/N)!” came the chipper voice of her boyfriend! “You’re here!” he cheered as he scooped the startled girl into his arms and spun her around. 

“Hi,”she laughed as he finally set her back on ground. “It’s good to see you too!”

“Good? Try bloody brilliant!” Sirius cupped her cheeks, his thumb stroking her slight blush. “I missed you,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over hers. 

“I missed you too,” she smiled back, her lips finally connecting to his. 

“Absolutely nauseating,” observed the younger Black brother from the doorway. 

“Shove off, Reg,” Sirius growled without fully removing his lips from hers. 

(Y/N) pushed Sirius back as she flashed Regulus an apologetic smile, “Hey, Regulus. Good to see you.”

Regulus’ lips quirked into as close to a smile as he ever came, “(Y/N). Always a pleasure.” 

Try as he might to be against everything Sirius stood for, he had a hard time disliking (Y/N). She was good for Sirius. Anyone could see it, including Regulus. Well, anyone except Orion and Walburga Black. 

When Bellatrix had ‘accidentally’ let it slip that Sirius Black was fraternizing with a non-approved suitor, Orion and Walburga were less than pleased. Once they realized it was getting serious, they banned the budding relationship. Not that Sirius cared. He found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with (Y/N). And then he found it harder and harder to be away from her. Even on winter holiday. 

So, when the heads of the house were invited to spend the weekend with family for a typical “Black” family soiree, Sirius took advantage of the opportunity. He immediately sent an owl to (Y/N) asking her to spend a couple days at the Black residence. (Y/N), though nervous, agreed after much internal debate. 

“Come on,” Sirius took her smaller hand in his, “let’s go put your things up in my room.”

“Your timing was perfect,” Sirius rambled as he led her up the stairs. “My parents left about a half-hour before you arrived.”

Reaching the top floor, Sirius led her down the dark hall and to a door labelled ‘Sirius.’ Opening the door, he dramatically bowed, allowing her to enter first. 

Taking a few small steps into the large room, (Y/N) took in her new surroundings. A large bed adorned by an elaborately carved headboard and a crimson bed spread sat in the middle of the room. There was a tall window draped in long velvet curtains which which were positioned to let in a subtle rays of light. A candle chandelier hung from the ceiling. A bookcase littered with books from every era and genre sat in the corner. 

Though much of the room was clearly designed by his mother, Sirius had clearly gone to great lengths to personalize his chamber and distance himself from the Black aesthetic. Gryffindor banners covered the walls and he had pasted muggle photographs of motorbikes and girls in bikinis on every open surface. Though she tried not to let her eyes linger, it was difficult to stop staring at the flawless models. 

She feigned a smile, “I’m sure your parents are thrilled with your decorative decisions.”

Sirius snorted, “Yeah, my mother is especially fond of the permanent sticking charms.”

(Y/N)’s tingling laugh danced through the air. Though she would spend agonizing hours, weeks, months even, worrying about those photos, she couldn’t deny her boyfriend’s humor and persistent efforts to irritate his parents. 


The evening was spent playing round after round of exploding snap, a drawn out game of chess, and Sirius’ old vinyl records. (Y/N) was enjoying every minute of it. Well, every minute that she wasn’t annoyingly obsessing over those muggle girls in their teensy bikinis beckoning at Sirius with their flirtatious glances. 

“Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked as Sirius lounged on the couch. 

“Not at all,” Sirius replied, “I’ll come up as well.”

Once they reached Sirius chamber, (Y/N) grabbed her bag and headed toward the bathroom tucked just down the hall from Sirius’ room. 

Twisting the handle, (Y/N) watched as water flowed downward from the shower head. As she waited for the water to warm, she began to undress. 

Free from the confines of her disguise, she glared at her reflection in the mirror. All she could see was a blob. A disaster of a human. 


How could anyone love such a creature. 

The models on Sirius’ walls flashed through (Y/N)’s head. They laughed and mocked. They questioned why a boy as handsome and smart as Sirius would ever want a girl like her. 

Forcing herself away from the mirror, she quickly showered and changed into her pajamas. A baggy t-shirt and an old pair of athletic shorts. 

Making her way back to Sirius was a challenge. She debated leaving right then. How easy it would be to make a run for the fireplace without looking back. She could escape to the safety of her own home. A place of solitude and familiarity. A place where no one could see her deepest insecurities. 

But she couldn’t do that to Sirius. He had seemed so happy to see her when she’d arrived. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she upset him. So, with a deep breath, she reentered Sirius’ room. 

Sirius smiled up at her from his bed where he was flipping through an old quidditch magazine. He too had changed clothes. He wore a pair of grey sweatpants and no shirt. 

(Y/N)’s heart began beating incredibly fast. 

“Ready for bed, then?” Sirius asked. 

(Y/N) nodded as she claimed the vacant side of the mattress. 

Sirius lifted his wand, lazily dimming the lights. 

Shifting closer to the center of the bed, Sirius cocked his head at (Y/N), waiting to see how she would respond. 

As discretely as she could, she slid herself away from him so that she lay almost on the edge of the bed. Though she would have loved to doze in Sirius’ strong arms, she suddenly feared his touch. She feared that he would realize how obviously her form differed from the giggling models on the walls. 

“Have I done something to upset you?” Sirius asked after a moment. 

“What?” (Y/N) replied incredulously. “Of course you haven’t.”

“You sure?” Sirius probed. “You’ve been awfully quiet since you got here and now it’s like you’re afraid I’ve got dragon pox.”

“I’m fine, Sirius,” she assured though she seemed to be having trouble meeting his eyes. 

“Come here, then,” Sirius suggested, opening his arms. 

Hesitantly, (Y/N) inched her way toward him, finding comfort in the familiarity of his warmth. 

“Not so bad, it is?” Sirius joked as he held her tight, pressing a quick kiss to her hairline. 

She didn’t respond, only stared straight ahead. 

“Do you want to go home?” Sirius questioned nervously. “Because you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

(Y/N) lifted her head so she could glance up at him, “No, I don’t want to go home. I’m happy being here with you.”

Sirius gave a small smile, “You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

She nodded, but her eyes dropped to the duvet cover she was fiddling with. 

“Then, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he encouraged gently. 

Fidgeting slightly, (Y/N) took comfort in the slight squeeze Sirius gave her. “I’m not like them, Sirius,” she stated simply. 

“Not like who?” he frowned. 

“The girls on your wall,” she explained. “I’m not thin. Or glamorous. I don’t look beautiful in a swimsuit. There are lumps and bumps all over my body. And as much as I try, I’ll never be comfortable with the way I am. I mean, boys have never even given me a second look but you - well, you tell me I’m pretty. And you’re sweet to me. It just doesn’t make sense.”

(Y/N) froze, shocked that she had said all of that out loud. 

“I guess I just don’t understand why someone like you would want someone like me,” she finished lamely, quite embarrassed by her outburst. 

Sirius gazed down at her intently as she rambled, his eyes filled with worry. Sure, the magazines wouldn’t identify (Y/N) as an ideal specimen, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t absolutely perfect. Hell, in Sirius’ mind she was too good for him. 

Sirius pushed her up and off of him. 

(Y/N) was pretty sure this was the end. She had ruined the best part of her life by pointing out how much better Sirius could do. 

“Sirius, I - ”

“Shh,” he hushed her gently as he grabbed something from his nightstand. Once he was finished, he repositioned himself on the bed, sitting in front of her, legs crisscrossed. “You want to know what my most prized possession is?” Sirius asked.

(Y/N) shrugged, still too scared to meet his eyes. 

Holding out a picture frame, he nodded at her to take it. She turned it around and was shocked to see the photograph it kept safe. 

It was a candid taken a few months ago. Sirius had his arm slung around (Y/N) whose face was alight with laughter. Sirius watched her with nothing but adoration, a grin plastered to his lips. As the memory came to its end and (Y/N)’s giddiness was reduced to a simple smile, Sirius lovingly placed a kiss to her temple. And then the loop restarted. 

“That’s why i don’t give a damn about the posters on the walls,” Sirius stated quietly. “They don’t make me feel the way you do. My heart doesn’t leap when I see their smiles. But, when you smile, it’s like I’ve never been more alive. And your laugh. Merlin, I could listen to you laugh for the rest of my life. And honestly, I’ve never wanted anything more than that. Just to be with you and maybe be the cause of some of your happiness.”

He took the picture from your hands and carefully placed it back on his nightstand. He took her smaller hands in his and continued, “Love, you are everything that’s good in the world. You may not realize it, but you are my light.”

He squeezed her hands, “Don’t let yourself dim just because you think that I could do better, because trust me, (Y/N), you are the only one I have ever even considered. I love you and I always will. No one can take that away from you, I promise.”

(Y/N)’s mouth gaped like a fish. Nothing had ever been so heartfelt and her own heart felt incredibly full now that Sirius had reassured her. 

Instead of answering, she simply threw her arms around Sirius and buried her face in his chest. 

He rubbed her back and continued to whisper “I love you’s” until she finally resurfaced. 

“Better?” he asked. 

“Better,” she replied as the two returned to their prior cuddly position. “Hey, Sirius?”


“I love you too,” she yawned as his chest rumbled with a chuckle. 

anonymous asked:

This is a very serious question. Are your glasses really the round kind? I demand proof.

they actually are!!

not only are they round, theyre also huge and thick as shit bc Im blind as a bat. I brought these with one of my friend; he actually chose these one with rly cool grooves for me since he has a similar pair but plain.

I hope it shows somewhat on the picture lmao the damn phone wont focus properly

You know I’ve always been a dreamer. Spent my life running ‘round. And it’s so hard to change. Can’t seem to settle down.

But the dreams I’ve seen lately, keep on turning out and burning out, and turning out the same.

So put me on a highway,
And show me a sign,
And take it to the limit one more time.
Eagles-Take It To The Limit (That song plays during “The Limit” trailer of Cars 3)

a charm of powerful trouble (1/?)

for CS Halloweek 2017—Oct. 28th: Shapeshifters and Vampires

I’ve been working on this for a while, ever since @cocohook38 posted this fantastic piece for Day 3 of Inktober/Whumptober (wolf/poison, respectively). And it keeps going in a million directions. So this is just the first part! There’s more to come once I can get it to behave ;) (title comes from MacBeth)

Summary: Killian should have known to keep his flask close when a mad scientist was on the loose. But at least werewolves don’t drink rum, right? (1.8k, rated PG)

Of course, the next threat to Storybrooke would come from within. And of course, it would be a horror movie sprung to life, and it would be right before Halloween. It shouldn’t have surprised Emma, really, but apparently the lengths of what she could believe hadn’t been stretched far enough yet.

They also should have known it was a bad idea to let two mad scientists hang out, because it looked like Dr. Jekyll had worn off on Dr. Whale. He’d snapped and was now wreaking havoc on the town as his pre-cursed self, Dr. Frankenstein. (Had Jekyll left some of his personality-switching serum behind? And since when did either story count as a fairy tale? Did it matter? Probably not anymore.)

Pick a stereotypical mad scientist thing to do and Whale had done it: kidnapped a pair of Lost Boys and sewn their sides together (though they weirdly didn’t seem to mind it); put crow wings on a herd (flock?) of cats; and they’d found brains of some sort in the fridge in his garage—yet thankfully no one was missing, so she was keeping her fingers crossed those weren’t human.

The dwarves were being extra cautious, in fear of a potential human centipede situation, but no one had managed to catch the Doctor in action. In fact, the only time they’d seen him was when, like a true villain, he’d stopped in Granny’s in all his crazy-haired, lab-coat-wearing glory to monologue about it (and everyone was very concerned for the fate of the meatloaf he’d picked up).

Today had been especially exhausting as he’d decided to “free” the patients in the hospital’s psych ward, and the entire day had been spent rounding them up before the chill of night could settle in and leave them exposed to the elements. It was nearly dark when they’d found and returned the last one to safety.

Emma was barely conscious when she and Killian finally got home and only paused long enough to shed her boots before collapsing on the couch; he was right behind her, only removing his coat before flopping down next to her, and picking up his flask from the coffee table where it had somehow been forgotten in their rush to leave…twelve hours ago? Was that it? It felt like days.

“I liked it better when we could just slap an anti-magic cuff on our villains and that was it,” she sighed. “I can fight that; but I sucked at science.”

He hummed in agreement. “I wish I could help you there, love, but my knowledge in that area is woefully out of date, and there isn’t much on experimental medicine in Henry’s school books.”

“Maybe not, but you can tell me that it’s the full moon. It is, right? That’s why everything is so crazy?”

“Almost,” he chuckled. “One more night.”

She just groaned. “So it’ll get worse?”

“Most likely.”

Huffing, she hauled herself back to her feet. “Screw this; I need some hot chocolate.”

He followed her into the kitchen, practically slumping against the counter as she started to prep her cocoa. “You want one?” she asked as she measured out milk.

“I’m fine here,” he answered, holding up his flask.

“I might need a bit of that, too,” she commented, smirking, while she popped her mug in the microwave.

“As you wish, Swan.”

They settled into a bit of that quiet domesticity Emma had come to love in the past few months, the only sounds those of the microwave’s quiet whirr followed by Killian’s gentle pop of the cork of his flask.

She should have known that was when it would truly go to hell.

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Chewing gum (Park Jimin X reader)

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Warning: cursing, sexual themes, smut I guess, raunchy language, mentions of alcohol, slight mention of drugs but not really, fluffy fluff

Summary: y/n has enough piled on her plate being a full time college student and began a virgin is added to the list. In seek to ridden her purity  she attempts to find the right guy. Little does she know that the right guy is more interested in something else rather than her purity.

college is a stressful time for any young adult struggling with their inner bullshit. Each day you are faced with a new face on campus. A new story. Friendships bond over simple conversations that start from  inconsequential talk to a mind bending relationship. Just the simple thought is to send anyone into over drive. The simple crave to have a relationship was enough to impassion or have great value to someone resulting in a great impact in there lives. enough to last a life time.

Out of all the faces in the crowd that including mine, I was the only sad bastard that desired this feeling while everyone else establish it without minding a blink. If only they knew how lucky they truly were to have a lucky someone. It doesn’t even have to be someone, anyone. Sometimes we just need anyone. It doesn’t matter who it is. Just anyone to remind us what’s it like to live in the moment, and feel something before its over completely.

Sure I did have that one person that attempted to pursue these unrealistic goals. His name was Jeon Jungkook , but he often went by the name of Jungcock. I remember that specific moment he tried to be that anyone, making me live in the moment but very poorly.

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Triplett and Scott 1864 Patent carbine

Made by Meriden Manufacturing Company for the Kentucky militia c.1865 - serial number 1239.
.56-50 rimfire Spencer ~7 round tubular magazine - in the stock, unique rotating breech action.

The magazine is located off-center in the stock, and sticks out above the trigger guard as seen in the very last picture above. To cycle the gun, the militiaman would rotate the front part of the gun to the right, up from the breech - clockwise, which ejects the spent round, open up the magazine’s mouth until the breech is in line with it, popping a round in the chamber and allowing the gun to be turned back into place, counter-clockwise.
Although it was not that complicated to use, it was complicated to manufacture and not a whole lot of people were interested.

Roundlets. The sweatband of the renaissance. Stylish and functional.

Yes, I wore this into battle. In one round it was stolen by an ork *ahem* @vikingbuckler, and I spent the entire next round trying to shoot him and attack him with my dagger. I’m pretty sure I lost.

Photo by Portrait Photography, Melbourne

- Columbine Conspiracy #2: Multiple Shooter Theory

The multiple-shooter conspiracy ‘theory,’ is not a theory so much as it is a collection of pieces to a puzzle that have been suppressed. Beginning the day of the shootings, law enforcement and media have pushed an anti-bullying, anti-gun, and mental health awareness narrative to forward preexisting and enduring agendas. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold are by no means innocent; however, they were victimized as patsies to one lie: the two were not the sole perpetrators of the event. This is irrefutable and obvious when examining evidence and witness testimony outside of the scope of the mainstream media and official government statements. I ask that you please read all of the following; feel free to reference any of the evidence cited for yourself. The evidence presented comes directly from the Jefferson County Final Report on Columbine High School released in May 2000, local publications, and more.

This ‘theory’ would be more appropriately named the ‘multiple-perpetrator theory’ because although there were more than two shooters, some of the personnel that carried out the attacks on Columbine did so with explosives or other improvised means. Before covering any of the shootings, there are multiple incongruent facts that prove Harris and Klebold were not alone. Between 11:14 am to 11:22 am, when a janitor ‘coincidentally’ forgot to change the cafeteria surveillance tapes, Jefferson County reports the two boys placed their explosives to denote them at the start of ‘A-Lunch,’ (Jefferson County, Narrative Time Line of Events). A minimum of 95 undetonated bombs were found throughout the cafeteria after the events, some weighing more than either Harris or Klebold could individually carry. It is physically impossible for two teenage boys to carry that many explosives in one trip and strategically place them throughout a cafeteria large enough to accommodate hundreds in the span of eight minutes (Denver Post), let alone do so unnoticed. Federal and independent investigators also noticed many of these explosives featured military-grade mercury detonating systems, far too sophisticated for some experts to construct, let alone two boys who could hardly put together ‘crickets.’ There are many more irregularities that precede the shootings. The week before the shootings, CHS was simulating active-shooter drills (where much of the footage released to the public on the ‘shootings’ was filmed (more on this later)). Before first period even began the day of, students Jessica Gertz, Stephanie Hane, Ann Marie Kelly, and Nathan Vanderoff reported men wearing three-piece black suits with clipboards surveying the perimeter of the school, and similarly dressed “federal agents” inside the school. Many students noted that they thought there was a drug bust. Student Crystal Aguilara reported a brown pick-up truck circling the campus with similarly dressed personnel inside before the start of classes (Jefferson County, Witness Testimony).    

Again, before covering the shootings themselves, I would next like to cover events following the official timeline that prove Harris and Klebold were patsies. The boys are said to have committed suicide between 12:05 pm to 12:08 pm (Jefferson County, Narrative Time Line of Events). There were consistent shots heard by law enforcement, students, staff, and faculty alike up to nearly four hours after 12:08 pm (Brandi Wiseman, JCSCO, 4753; Patti Neilson, JCSCO 77, etc.). The double suicide official ruling was initially treated as a murder-suicide because the positioning of the corpses and guns of the two boys make it impossible for them to have both committed suicide. The blood spatter report shows that the boys were already lying down next to each other when shot. Klebold was shot through the left temple, which is a subject of incongruent controversy. The Hi-Point model 995 carbine rifle used could not be held in such a way to have produced this shot by Klebold himself, with an elevated exit would from the back of the right skull. The wound suggests that Klebold was left-handed, while the gun’s location suggests that he was right-handed. The rifle was a newer model of the gun and was only a .22 caliber shot (Jefferson County, What equipment Klebold and Harris carried with them). .22 caliber weapons are notorious for failing in suicide attempts, even considering headshots. This firearm could not produce the ¼" through-wound present, especially at such a close range. Also, in virtually every suicide by firearm, the guns used fall several meters away from the corpses because of the recoil. In Klebold’s case, the gun allegedly fell right beside him opposite from the side it was used, another physical impossibility. The partial autopsy released for Klebold explains the irregularities in this wound and adds that an abrasive powder present makes determining critical details of the wound difficult. Consequently, Klebold’s full autopsy report has not been released. In fact, most victims lack a full autopsy report currently (more on that later). In 2007, a local judge ordered that the Columbine records shall remain sealed for another twenty years (until 2027), when the parents of victims, law enforcement officials, and school personnel would average 80-90 years of age, if they are still living (Denver Post). The most damning evidence, by way of the infamous “Basement Tapes,” have already been destroyed. Similar methods to suppress documents have been used in other conspiracies, such as the JFK assassination, the files of which have yet to be released.      

Lastly, before getting to the shootings, the evidence recovered by investigators at the scene of the crime irrefutably establishes more than two shooters. Jefferson County reports that a total of 329 shots were fired: 141 by law enforcement and 188 by the attackers (Jefferson County, Critical Incident Debriefings). However, even media sources like CNN and the New York times reported over 900 shots, and independent investigations by the Colorado Bureau of Investigation reported over 1,000 rounds of spent ammunition found at the scene. This means there were at least 571 rounds of ammunition that were incompatible with any firearm used by Harris and Klebold or law enforcement officials. John Stone, the official from Jefferson County that became its spokesperson for the event, confirmed at least 17 people had died during the attacks (Denver Post). In a phone call that can be found online with President Bill Clinton, Jeff Co officials inform the president that at least 25 victims had died. In that same phone call, President Clinton alludes to the use of technology such as RFID microchips to prevent such tragedies, and that crises like this could not be wasted (more of this agenda later). All of the weapons used by Harris and Klebold were ‘coincidentally’ already up for legislative bans. The agendas behind this psychological operation are painfully obvious.

There are at least 10 bodies, and at least 571 rounds that remain unaccounted for today that Harris and Klebold absolutely were not involved with.

For the sake of brevity and time, I could not scan all pieces of evidence or fully cite some, if you would like any specific piece of evidence, please message an inquiry. The next post will cover the over half-dozen perpetrators involved in the shootings and explosions on April 20, 1999. Feel free to ask any questions, share your opinions, etc.

Intro to the Series

Columbine Conspiracy Post #1

**Again this is not my work. Not claiming these are true either, just theories**

quaxorascal  asked:

Yawelor, how do you feel about gemstones and precious metals? (Any particular favourites?) And Mae, how do you feel about plaidweave?

Yawelor: I adore the hardy, sparkling things. Pearls were all I used to fish up in the river next to my old home, and those were difficult to come by too. What amuses me more is how much bloodshed and war the small folks would shed over a bag of rubies, or a casket full of gold and gems. [chuckles] Wolves smell fear and slay the cowards, while man smells gold and slays his brother. 

Maedwyn: Ah, plaidweave. Sera wears it well, and a few of the people I know, but remember that I have met an innumerable amount of people in all my years, so by “few”, I mean “almost nonexistent”.

At least, in that shade of yellow. There are certain stationary clans of plains-people I have met in my travels with Lavellan who wear cloaks with red and black patterns or something like it, but also different. Those folks traded some of them with us, and they…are warm. Trade-an-entire-rack-of-salted-fish-for-a-cloak warm.

I would take a shirt of plaid with a different coloring, most definitely a blanket, but not a pair of pants. I had no idea they could be made into pants. Or that they could fit that tight. But the representative plaid-wielder seems to defy logical expectations anyway, so I shouldn’t worry too much.

Though I might consider commissioning some plaidweave pants just to shock Dorian. He’s getting a little too comfy lately.

There’s Still Time (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: AU! Doctor Barnes wakes up every morning next to the woman of his dreams, and goes to work and saves lives. One day when his older mentor has to leave for a family emergency, he meets someone who will change his life forever.

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AN: Uh yeah another story with my fave metal armed assassin but it’s an au?? i want fluff god damn it! alsoooo i watched a lot of house as a kid ok but damn daddy bucky coming to save the world

They call it the city that never sleeps for a very good reason. At just 4 am the sounds of car brakes and stores opening for business filled James Buchanan Barnes’ apartment, and he was up before his alarm even went off. But he stayed in bed, not wanting to disrupt the gorgeous red head sleeping next to him.

Natalia Romanoff laid naked beside him, Bucky’s arm clutched around her waist, and he just stroked her arm. God she was beautiful, and he was so lucky to have her. She was smart, independent, and didn’t really need him but wanted him anyway. There was only two minutes left before his alarm was to go off and he used every last second to savor this moment with her. It may have been like this everyday but it never got old to him.

His alarm rang once and Bucky was out of bed, making sure to shut it off before his fiance even moved an inch. She was a light sleeper, but he knew how to work his ways around her ever cautious self. It’s one of the things she loved about him. Bucky walked to his closet, which housed a few of Nat’s things as well, and picked out a nice white shirt and trousers for his day.

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