#Long Beach police shooting

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Dramatic Standoff at Long Beach Church Leaves Officer Injured, Suspect Dead

Long Beach, CA – A tense standoff at a North Long Beach church culminated in a shootout on Tuesday, resulting in a police officer being shot in the arm and the suspect fatally wounded. The officer has since been treated and released, while authorities continue to investigate the incident.

The confrontation began around 3:15 p.m. when officers responded to reports of an armed individual outside a church near Atlantic Avenue and 52nd Street. Upon arrival, officers encountered a man matching the suspect's description. Despite attempts to communicate, the individual remained uncooperative, prompting the involvement of specialized mental health officers, negotiators, and SWAT units.

After a 2.5-hour standoff, the situation escalated into an exchange of gunfire involving the suspect and approximately four officers. The suspect was pronounced dead at the scene, and a firearm was recovered. The injured officer, a senior member of the force, is expected to make a full recovery.

Authorities are currently investigating the sequence of events leading up to the shooting, including determining who fired first. The motive behind the suspect's actions remains unclear. Long Beach Police Chief Wally Hebeish emphasized the dangers law enforcement officers face daily and expressed relief over the officer's recovery.

This incident underscores the unpredictable nature of police work and the critical importance of thorough investigations to understand such events fully.

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Human remains as props — the Billy Boils of old horror movies

In this week's Halloween themed 9-1-1 episode, Buck rented a mummy replica from a Hollywood prop shop which turned out to be a real human body. This set off a series of misfortunate events for the firefighter, that might or might not be the result of a curse. Once again, the writers have surpassed themselves in terms of over-the-top silliness that has become the trademark of our beloved weewoo show. There's no way someone can accidentally get their hands on a real corpse... right?

Oh, you'll be surprised. You too may have seen a real cadaver or two on the silver screen.

The Economics of prop dead bodies

Using real human remains as movie props was such a common practice back in the days that prop masters working on the 1979 Vietnam war epic Apocalypse Now were totally unfazed when body broker (later revealed to be a grave robber) brought several dead bodies to the set. The plan to use those bodies as props for maximum authenticity was only scrapped after a producer ruled against it.

Source: The Independent

Interestingly, films that ended up actually featuring real bodies were the low-budget, fake looking ones. In the age before 3D printing, creating a set of realistic human skeleton was a very labor intensive process. That combining with the cost of the material used, the price of a plastic replica was in fact more expensive than a real skeleton.

A special effect make-up artist who worked on the 1982 Spielberg classic Poltergeist explained the film's decision to use actual human remains on a podcast:

Source: Snopes

Eerily, two young actresses who worked on the Poltergeist trilogy passed away unexpectedly shortly afterwards, leading to the urban legend of a curse on set.

The story of Elmer J. McCurdy

In late 1976, the production crew of the TV show The Six Million Dollar Man was filming scenes at the Pike, a then amusement zone in Long Beach, California. While shooting a scene at a thrill ride, a member of the prop department spotted a wax mannequin covered in fluorescent paint dangling from a noose. Worrying it would get in the way of the camera, they gave the dummy's arm a tug in an attempt to remove it, but instead of the whole thing coming off, only the arm broke off, exposing a human bone and muscle tissues.

A penny from 1924 and ticket stubs to the "Museum of Crime" were found in the body's mouth. Investigators contacted the museum owner's son, who identified the body as Elmer McCurdy, an outlaw killed in 1911 in the middle of a shootout with police following a botched train robbery in Oklahoma.

Unlike the fictional McCurdy in 8x05, the real McCurdy was a simple petty criminal looking for some extra cash to support his alcohol habit. Utilizing the skills he learned from the army, his robbery method of choice was explosives, but he was very terrible at it.

Source: KCRW

His body was subsequently taken to a funeral home, where he laid unclaimed for the rest of his stay. The undertaker embalmed the body, shaved his face, dressed him in a suit, but refused bury him until someone come forward to claim it and pay for the service. As time went by, the owner of the funeral home decided to dress the body as a gunslinging cowboy and allow visitors to see "the Bandit Who Wouldn't Give Up" for the price of a nickel, in order to fund his burial.

5 years later, two men claiming to be McCurdy's long lost brothers came forward to take custody of the body for a proper burial. End of the story, right? Well, of course they were travelling carnival owners lying to acquire the body for their shows. In 1922, the body was sold to yet another travelling exhibit called "Museum of Crime", which featured wax figures of other famous outlaws in history.

For the next 3 decades, McCurdy's body travelled all around the country as an attraction. He even had a brief film career. He was once used to promote the 1933 film Narcotic!, then he had a small cameo in the 1967 B-movie She Freak. In 1968, the Museum of Crime owner's son decided to sell his father's exhibits to the Hollywood Wax Museum. There, McCurdy's body started getting mixed up with other wax figure, and his origin story long forgotten.

Following over half a century of voyage, McCurdy eventually became fully mummified. The wax museum believed that the body was too gruesome and unlifelike to be showcased anymore, so he was finally sold to The Pike, an amusement zone in Long Beach, where he began his new life as a thrill ride decoration dummy.

After the shocking revelation by TV crew in 1976, McCurdy was transported back to Oklahoma, where he took his last breath 66 years ago, and finally laid to rest after a graveside service attended by 300 people. (Under 2 feet of concrete, to prevent grave robbing)

Source: Atlas Obscura

[gayandfairycore]

Distraction

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A/n: a short blurb to get me back into writing I decided what was better then to wrote some good good jj Maybank angst? This is the first time I’ve written for jj so any feedback is greatly appreciated!! Just don’t be mean. Written with a fem reader in mind but there’s no mention of pronouns. Kind of/loosely based off of that scene in teotfw where James gets shot on the beach. But it’s reader. As a distraction;)

Warnings: blood, poor writing, unedited, shootings, cop chase, ambiguous ending, there is literally no fluff here it’s just angst, boarderline suicidal reader.

Pairing: jj Maybank x routledge reader, John b x sibling reader, mentions of the Logies but they get no screen time lol

Summary: when Sarah Cameron’s boat gets followed by a parade of police, your friends need a distraction, and whose better to distract the police then the sibling of the fugitive.

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The sands of Kildare beach stuck to your skin as the spray of Sarah’s boat blew into shore, sniffles filled the air

“you guys were right. He didn’t listen.” An array of apologies filled the ears of the girl before the familiar wails of police sirens filled the air, salty sea spray blowing In the wind, soft waves crashed at the shore

“oh shit we gotta run!” “They must have followed you, your dad probably.” The sound of your heartbeat filled your ears with the panicked voices of your friends Your not sure who said what, but frankly you couldn’t care

booking it through strands of grass as hordes of police offices persued you and your friends. Heavy breaths left you as you broke from jjs grasp his hand was sweaty but comforting in yours, you would sorely miss that. Your heart beating a mile a minute.

It was almost as if time slowed, jjs shoes scrapping against the ground, the boy whirling around as you slid to an abrupt halt.

“y/n? What- what- the hell?!?” The blonde boys hand cupping your fore arm “cmon honey we gotta move.” He pleaded his blue eyes glancing hastily between yours and the approaching officers.

“JJ?! What’s takin so long!” John b exclaimed his legs still propelling him forward, as he glanced behind him.

Resting your head against jjs forehead, you whispered a solem “JJ gimme the gun.”

Seriousness sliced through your tone as if it was butter, you were not joking, there was nothing but acceptance on your face as you stared at jj his eyes roaming your face for any indication of jokes.

Finding nothing he questioned “what are you gonna do?” He whispered panic and fear splintered his expression. Pulling the gun from his pocket you smiled blinking tears from your eyes you attempted to muster up some expression of courage

“I can buy you some time. Go.” Your friends bodies freezing at your revelation corusses of no! Absolutely not y/n what the fuck filled the air.

“Go! I can hold them off buy you guys some time to run. i just hope it’ll be enough.” You pleaded your hands shaky as the cold metal of the gun rested against your hand, police were closer now, you were running out of time.

Making eye contact with pope your eyes pleading with the boy, take your sacrifice. And run. And don’t make it be for nothing. A subtle nod from pope put the final cog of your plan in motion, as you broke your hands from jjs, you sprinted I nto the direction of the crowd of police persecuting you looking back at your friends retreating figures.

Jjs panic stricken face as pope held him back pulling him away from the onslaught of cops, the last thing jj heard from you was a;

“Hey assholes! Over here…” you called arms waving above your head pulling the attention of majority “you want us come get us baby!” A coy, and yet determined expre

Your sneakers sinking in the same as you ran police in hot persute, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins the sharp sounds of gun shots ringing through the air breaking the otherwise tranquil silence, each missed shot blowing up sand behind you, your legs burned, and your lungs pleaded for you to stop, to fill the, with oxygen but you just pushed harder, kicking up sand in the faces of officers behind you, many had seemed to break off when they had realised what you were.

A distraction.

But few still remained, “cmon kid we don’t want to shoot you, but we will.”

Their warnings fell on deaf ears, and yet the warning was not a warning. But a demand. Stray gun shots ricocheted off of the beach it was only a matter of time before one planted itself in your body, at first your body tensed up stopping you from running any further, a bullet bursting through you. A burning pain stabbed at every nerve in your body. Before you felt yourself collapse to the ground, sobs broke from your lips as you laid on the beach, the sand sticking to your skin, as you laid motionless on the ground. Your blood pooling from your wound, as blood rushed to your ears.

Silence deafened you, as any feeling in your body dissipated. Your hands lying at your side. The only thoughts in your head were those of jj, of the Logies, of your brother. Of your dad. Of everything you went through, then the thoughts of weather you did enough, weather your sacrifice was in vain, weather you bought John b enough time or weather you failed to change the world, weather ever you did was for nothing.

An onslaught of tear’s ripped down your cheeks, your eyes felt heavy like no matter what you did you couldn’t keep them open, blackness filled your vision, before glimpses of the world came back in freeze frames, jjs crying face cradling you to his chest, tears flowing from his cheeks his mouth moving but his words falling on deaf ears, his hands stained red from your blood.

The next thing you saw when you came too was the ambulance, a paramedic pulling an oxygen mask over your head, as your head lolled to the side catching glimpses of your crying friends, John b in the back of a police car. And jj angrily yelling at shoupe, kie crying in popes chest.

You felt a stray tear slip down the side of your cheek, any fight you had left slowly draining. Darkness welcomed you like an old friend, it laid upon you like a blanket. There was no sense of defeat, or of failure. Only peace.

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[violetmuses]

Forsaken - A. Aretas 🖤 ❤️‍🩹

Title: Forsaken - A. Aretas 🖤❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When death haunts South Beach, Armando Aretas isn't the only target lined up for known Detectives Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett.

Tag List: @nelo0wesker @yassbishimvintage @nobodygetsza @peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @probablyintensemuses @hyper-trash-panda 🏷

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2020

Early sunlight greeted the Miami Harbor while you joined this roof with Armando Aretas. Brackish yet putrid air then reached your nostrils once more.

“You didn't wake me up.” You turned Armando away from his mounted laptop.

“We gotta go. Keep following the list.” His lips meet your touch this morning, and calloused palms gently smooth your knuckles.

Law enforcement officials pulling from the Miami Police Department had locked down Benito Aretas, Armando's late father.

In return, vengeance flamed through Isabel Aretas, Armando's mother.

An absolute storm would pull justice right back down.

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Once Captain Howard perished, names dwindled even further.

Detective Mike Lowrey would spark with the crossfire last.

Mike Lowrey and his best friend, partner Marcus Burnett, ran down the neon streets as their own bet, laughing past moments while joyful together.

Cornered between shadows, you watch the scheme play in slow motion when Armando lurks that motorcycle and reveals his gun, shooting twice.

Detective Mike Lowrey stumbled, yet immediately fell back against sidewalk pavement.

When chaos erupts, you nearly smile as Armando revs out of sight.

The boogeyman is gone.

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Several months later, an unexpected truth nearly struck down freedom.

Detective Mike Lowrey somehow pulled through recovery and survived Armando's wrath, almost bulletproof!

Given no other option, you pull the calvary with Armando and plan to take down Lowrey for good.

If unsuccessful this time around, Isabel would plot so much more than danger.

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This large-scale standoff pulled back and forth regarding Isabel Aretas. Extra members of the Miami Police Department interfered this evening.

“Don't shoot!” Armando shouts with slightly accented English. Heated fire and rubble engulfed the Aretas compound in all directions.

Veiling your presence despite bloodshed, Armando refuses to watch you die.

"La mataré!” Isabel vows to kill you while yelling in Spanish.

“No, I love her, mama!” Armando revealed this truth out of nowhere as flames pushed on.

You then freeze, shocked by Armando's confession as your steps nearly buckled. Yet, Mike Lowrey and Marcus Burnett still avoid your opportunity to faint.

Before everything collapsed, final gunshots pierced when Rita Secada armed herself and defeated Isabel.

At long last, each score landed Aretas directly into the burning flames.

“We gotta go!” Rita called out the AMMO squad over and over again.

“Don't leave her!” Armando shouts back, still terribly injured from this overdue battle.

“We're not leaving her behind, I promise. Let's go!” Mike interjected as fire raged all around and officers sprinted with Armando to escape death.

Miracles saved everyone that night.

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Fluorescent lighting of the cold building captured various shadows this evening. Detective Mike Lowrey would visit Armando, his biological son.

“How you doing?” Mike fought one instance to smile.

“I've paid my debt. It's a big one.” Aretas sighed while marking the reality of his own dangerous choices.

“An opportunity might help cut down some of that debt. Are you interested?” Mike offered this important chance for Armando to redeem himself.

“Yeah, man.” Aretas nodded with confirmation and mentally counted down his upcoming future.

“One question, though.” Mike noted Armando's relationship with you. “Still looking for her?”

“Where is she?” Armando realizes the moment while his heart beats faster.

“In Miami. She'll join AMMO.” Mike promised your safety as he updated Armando.

Before Aretas could respond, visiting hours ended and Mike stepped out, leaving behind more questions than answers.

Sooner than later, Armando couldn't help worrying in silence.

Would I ever see you again?

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96 for Long Death!

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“No luck,” Eddie sighs. 

“Me neither,” Maddie frowns. That surprises Eddie. “He turned it off for me.”

“I have it,” Sophia says.

They both turn to look at her. Eddie feels slightly betrayed, honestly. He imagines Maddie does, too. But then he remembers all Sophia and Buck went through, together. Maybe he thinks she’s the only person willing to do the same batshit crazy stuff in Eddie’s name. Maybe he’s right. 

Sophia turns the screen to show them.

“Here,” she says. “He’s here.”

Maddie grimaces. “Alright. Let’s go.”

💧💧💧

If he had wanted to, Buck could have waited until Kim was home to kill her. 

It was easy to narrow down Kim’s neighborhood, based on her very active Instagram feed. Easy enough to find her from there. Buck hates that it was easy, actually. He hates that things he learned in the interest of keeping Eddie safe, of being a protector, have turned him into a predator. Someone dangerous. Someone vile. Because that’s what this will be right? A vile, horrible act. 

Buck knows that. 

He just had to keep in mind, she started it. She hurt Eddie first. She destroyed things. 

This isn’t all Buck’s fault. 

Although, deep down, he knows… It kind of is. 

He’s not sure how he wants to play this exactly. He can’t just show up at her work and what? Shoot her. That’s a surefire way to get caught. He can’t break into her house while she’s there. That is also ending in a 9-1-1 call and Buck’s arrest. He considers waiting behind her house for her to get home, and coming from behind as she unlocks her door. But again, that leaves a lot of risk. Anyone could see him. 

Instead, he thinks about where the police first found Eddie. Abandoned, near the Long Beach Marina, bleeding to death. Truck left in a parking lot not far away. And he thinks that’s fitting. 

Kim drives a Prius. Buck knows this because she’s posted it to her Instagram several times. It’s baby blue and the license plate starts with 2Y. He doesn’t know the full plate because it’s never fully visible, but he knows that much. That’s enough, he thinks. 

He ensures Kim is working. He calls the store and she answers. He hangs up without saying anything. He parks far enough away from the main sea of Long Beach Promenade parking that his license plates won’t be caught on any nearby cameras. 

Crime is hard, he’d once said. 

Time to find out. 

The sun is setting and he’s dressed in dark, concealing clothing. He walks to the Promenade parking, and scours the large, seemingly endless lot for the right vehicle. He finds four Priuses, but only one of them is baby blue. When he is confident no one is looking, Buck uses a knife to flatten two tires. She won’t be leaving here on time. Maybe he should have researched how to cut brake lines. But that comes with the risk of her crashing and hurting or killing someone else. He really doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. Plus, when Eddie hears about this - there will be no way around that - he doesn’t want the image of her involved in a vehicular death. That’s just a little bit more fucked up than it already needs to be. 

So here’s the plan. Kim will be done work in approximately fifteen minutes, based on store hours. Maybe a bit longer, depending on how long it takes to close shop. Even now, as business is winding down, the parking lot is beginning to empty. People are leaving from a long day of shopping, eating, and generally hanging out. Kim will be one of the last out. Buck will wait for her to arrive. He will keep low, behind a nearby EV charging station, and wait. When she bends down to check her tires, he will approach from behind, inflict a fatal wound with his hunting knife, and walk away. Fast. He will book it away, actually. 

Kim will die. At home, Eddie will die. Kim won’t wake up. Eddie will. Whatever happens from there, happens.

Buck knows he could get caught. Go to prison. He knows this will fuck him up, haunt him, either way. He knows Eddie may be angry with him. Hate him, maybe. But he still has to do it. He has to do it, so he doesn’t find Eddie staked to death one day. He has to do it, so Eddie doesn’t have Chris taken from him if his parents ever find out there’s a vampire in the house. He has to do it, so no matter what happens with vampires, it doesn’t ruin Eddie’s life. He has to do it, because he loves Eddie more than he loathes the consequences. 

And that love is a hill he’s willing to die on.

It all goes according to plan. The parking lot empties. There are only a few scattered vehicles by the time he sees Kim walking towards her Prius. 

[ransprang]

Hi! I’m so excited for Kinktober! Would it be possible to get Bruno Bucciarati and the voyeurism kink please? I’m excited to see all of the fics you guys out out!

Kinktober 2023

Bucciarati - Voyeurism

Bucciarati sat on a bench outside staring into the distance looking at the waves crash on the beach. Watching the gentle rhythm of the waves, the slow but firm pace undulating motion, was stirring feelings of long dormant arousal within him. Sighing he closes his eyes, and puts his head back. He begins feeling the rhythm within him and starts moving his hips back and forth with each wave, humping the air. His hands start to wander across his body, one slipping into the heart-shaped hole in his shirt and the other slightly lower.

While Bucciarati is feeling every curve of his, he hears a branch snap making his eyes open. He turned around breaking his trance to see a group of tourists waving a flag, walking in his direction. He eyed the crowd carefully checking for any children under the age of 18. He doesn’t spot any, he is glad. He turns back around, slipping back into his state, after all he needed to unwind after a long hard day. He usually didn’t mind an audience.

Unbeknownst to him, someone was hidden near the trees next to him enjoying the show - it was you. You were part of the tour group in Italy, but would break apart once in a while after spotting this man on the streets. You had followed the young Italian here, and were delighted to discover him pleasuring himself on the shores of the Amalfi Nude Beach. You only wish that he would strip himself fully, eventually. Your eyes widened as Bucciariati stood up and began unbuckling his pants and thong, pulling them down and rubbing some sunscreen lotion on his crotch. This could not be legal, you thought to yourself, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the scene long enough to call the police.

Bucciarati kept his hand on his long 7 inch hard cock (which was well trimmed) and started pumping his cock. He thrusted fast and hard into his hand as he made small moans with each pump. Behind the bushes, you slipped your own hand into your bush, and started fingering yourself in time with Bruno’s thrusts. “Merd”, Bucciarati whispered the heat rising up his body. You whimpered as you touched your clit to this man's glory, your walls contracted feeling the emptiness, craving his thick presence. Bruno threw his head back, his head turned in the direction of where you were hiding. 

“Bella, I know you’re there.”, he says, using Sticky Fingers he detaches his other hand and drags you out of the trees. Your pussy hanging out as you did not stop touching yourself while being dragged to the majestic man before you. You were flustered, “Oh- um, I-” you scrambled to come up with an excuse. Bucciarati has a gentle smile on his face while he looks you up and down with lustful eyes, “Sorry I had to bring you out here Bella, the leaves were hiding too much.” You looked at him starry eyed and stuttered “No worries, I'll do everything right here for you to see clearly,” as you sat with him on the bench you two continued together towards your climax. The tour group from before had walked much closer to you, and you were surprised to find a dozen elderly asian retirees, watching you both curiously. 

You sped up the pace of your fingering, moaning loudly. Bucciarati joined thrusting faster. As you two reached your peak and looked into each other's eyes. Bucciarati shoots his load 2 feet up into the air as your body shakes, rolling your eyes back. Suddenly, hearing claps and cheering at the back, as someone threw their cap into the air. Tired but sated, you and Bucciarati slowly stood and took a shaky bow, while the retirees tossed bits of change at your feet.

Your elderly asian retirees,

Admins sav, san & sar

[eretzyisrael]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲:

Today, #HRW published a long report on the atrocities carried out by the genocidal Gazan terrorists in the #October7masacre.

Under the leadership of the evil Ken Roth, HRW was transformed from a potentially great organization, in to a mouth piece for terror, that promoted the destruction of Israel.

In an attempt to feign neutrality, once in a while, when the reality was already clear to all & could no longer be denied, HRW wrote sporadic reports about the evil terrorists.

They have no honest desire to truly expose the terrorists or to support human rights, their goal is to have a fig leaf they can wave to show their false "bona fides".

So if you do read the report, note the recommendations, such as those supporting the anti-Israel biased UN Commissions of Inquiry, or those supporting the #ICC which had to invent a state and (without jurisdiction) demarcate its borders in order to attack Israel, or those calling on Israel to allow unimpeded access to all the sundry Jew haters.... and the list goes on and on and on.

Notice also the deliberate attempt to draw moral equivalence between Israel and the genocidal terrorists - like including recommendations for the genocidal Hamas terrorists... alongside the recommendations for Israel.

There is nothing innocent in that. It's designed to showcase the HRW promulgated fraud, as if Israel is no less to blame for the situation than the genocidal terrorists.

Early in the morning of October 7, 2023, Sagi Shifroni, 41, like many Israelis living near the Gaza Strip that day, was awakened by sirens. When the attack on Kibbutz Be’eri began, he dashed in his sleepwear with his 5-year-old daughter to his home’s “safe room” or mamad. His wife years earlier had persuaded him to remove the door’s outside handle, so when Palestinian fighters broke into his house at about 11 a.m., they were unable to open the safe room door. Shifroni told Human Rights Watch:

I heard glass breaking and a few seconds later I heard shots fired at the door of the safe room. The door was not bulletproof, so the bullets came through. The whole room filled with the smell of gunpowder and broken cement. … My daughter asked me if they were trying to kill us and I told her, ‘Yes, but they won’t manage.’ They tried to knock the door down for a few minutes but couldn’t. They tried to shoot the hinges.

Shifroni said smoke started seeping through the door:

It was pretty clear that we couldn’t stay here. If we stayed, we would be dead. At this point I decided to get out, it was more like an instinct. I opened the door of the safe room a bit and saw the whole house was on fire, so I turned to the window and opened it. I saw that the whole patio area outside was also on fire.

Shifroni smashed the window glass and pushed the metal shutters open. He wrapped his daughter in a blanket and told her to hold a pillow to her nose and mouth and breathe through it. Then he jumped out, holding her in his arms. His arms, shoulders, back, and face got severely burned. Only at midnight was he able to get to a hospital to treat his burns.

Overview of the October 7 Assault

On the morning of October 7, Palestinian armed groups carried out numerous coordinated attacks including on civilian residences and gatherings and on Israeli military bases in the so-called “Gaza Envelope,” the populated area of southern Israel bordering the Gaza Strip. The armed groups attacked at least 19 kibbutzim and five moshavim (cooperative communities), the cities of Sderot and Ofakim, two music festivals, and a beach party. Community security called kitot konenut, or rapid response teams, and local police tried to resist the attackers until Israeli military forces arrived, often several hours after the assault had begun. The fighting lasted much of that day and, in some cases, longer.

The assault took place on the Jewish holiday of Simchat Torah, when many soldiers were on leave. Palestinian armed groups began the assault with barrages of indiscriminate rockets and projectiles toward Israel. Fighters breached the physical barrier separating Gaza and Israel and then attacked nearby communities. Early in the attacks, the fighters disrupted and destroyed communications and surveillance equipment, leaving Israeli forces unable to develop an accurate picture of the situation.

The largest number of deaths occurred during the attack on the Supernova Music Festival, where at least 364 civilians were killed. Across many attack sites, fighters fired directly at civilians, often at close range, as they tried to flee, and at people who happened to be driving vehicles in the area. They hurled grenades and shot into safe rooms and other shelters and fired rocket-propelled grenades (RPGs) at homes. They set some houses on fire, burning and suffocating people to death, and forcing out others who they then captured or killed. They took hundreds hostage for transfer to Gaza or summarily killed them.

Agence France-Presse (AFP), which cross-referenced numerous data sources to verify the number of people killed, has assessed that 815 of a total of 1,195 people killed were civilians, including 79 foreign nationals. Among them were at least 282 women and 36 children. The Palestinian armed groups took hostage 251 civilians and Israeli security forces personnel and brought them back to Gaza following the attack.[1] Those abducted either remain as hostages in Gaza, have been released, or have been killed or died in the ensuing fighting. These are included in the overall death toll.

National and international media outlets detailed many of the atrocities that took place on October 7. Some reports minimized the extent of the abuses, while others included allegations of abuses that were later proven incorrect.

Hamas, the Palestinian movement that has governed the Israeli-occupied Gaza Strip since 2007, stated that its armed wing, the Izz al-Din al-Qassam Brigades (the “Qassam Brigades”), led the assault on October 7. Survivor accounts and publicly available digital material from that day show that many of the fighters wore a combination of black or green uniforms or camouflage, some of which resembled Israeli military uniforms. Some wore distinctive headbands or insignia that identified them as members of Hamas or another armed group. Other armed group members wore civilian attire, although some may have been civilians from Gaza who joined the assault.

Most of the victims of the attacks were Jewish Israelis. However, fighters also killed, wounded, or took hostage Israeli dual nationals, Palestinian citizens of Israel, Palestinians from Gaza, and foreign workers, including Chinese, Filipino, Nepali, Sri Lankan and Thai nationals, and at least one national each from Cambodia, Canada, Eritrea, Germany, Mexico, Sudan, Tanzania, and the United Kingdom.

This report aims to capture the nature and extent of violations of international humanitarian law, known as the laws of war, and serious international crimes committed by Palestinian armed groups across numerous attack sites on October 7. The report also examines the role of different Palestinian armed groups involved, and their coordination before and during the attacks.

Human Rights Watch has extensively reported elsewhere on violations of the laws of war by Israeli forces and Palestinian armed groups in Gaza and on grave human rights abuses and conditions in Gaza, including since October 7.[2]

[scary-movies-on-netflix]

UNDER PARIS (2024)

For a blog that calls itself “Scary Movies on Netflix,” I actually haven’t reviewed a Netflix original horror movie in a long time.  Maybe you’ve noticed that I’ve been binging on movies from the 1960s, but I think it’s time to return to my roots.

This Frenchie flick starts in the Pacific Ocean.  A team of researchers, led by Sophie, are tracking a shark, a mako.  It arrives and is much larger than they expected, seven meters.  That’s more than 20 feet for you non-metric people.  The shark attacks!  Les attaques de requins!  Mon Dieu!  A bunch of people are chomped to death.  Sophie dives in…to save them, I guess.  She sees the shark and it drags her down into the depths via piece of garbage wrapped around her foot.  Sophie manages to free herself and swims to the surface. 

A few years later she is a traumatized worker at an aquarium.  In Paris!  She is approached by Mika, a sharks’ right activist, who tells Sophie she has tracked that same shark, who they call Lillith, to Paris!  It has followed Sophie and is now swimming in the Seine!  That night Mika dives into the river to investigate a submerged car.  The driver side door has shark bite marks, and she is menaced by a shadowy shape…of a shark!  The French river police (la police fluviale), led by Adil, arrive and retrieve Mika from the water.  Mika eventually mentions something about sharks and has the police summon Sophie.  Sophie goes diving with the police to convince them that there actually is a shark.  Sophie and the police then approach the mayor of Paris, but she is more concerned about the upcoming triathlon than the general safety of Paris (much like how they didn’t want to close the beach in “Jaws” (1975)). 

Meanwhile, Mika and her shark activist friends make a whole social media thing out of the shark.  Mika wants to safely lead the shark back into the ocean, and she and a bunch of people gather in an underwater catacomb (last seen in “As Above, So Below” (2014)) with some kind of sonar device to attract the shark.  One of Mika’s friends (Ben) narcs on her, and the police follow Mika and her friends to the catacombs.  The shark arrives!  Along with a baby shark!  Mika is grabbed by the sharks and torn apart, and then the sharks chomp on a bunch more people.  (Ben is knocked out by people scrambling to escape the water and drowns.)  It is a disaster.  Une catastrophe! The mayor blames the police for the debacle and places the military in charge of the triathlon’s safety, which she refuses to cancel!

Sophie and the police ignore the mayor’s orders and devise a plan to kill the shark, which they earlier discovered can now reproduce by parthenogenesis.  They’re going to attract the shark back to that underwater catacomb and set off a bomb.  Une bombe, mon petite fromage! Meanwhile, the mayor opens the triathlon, and a bunch of people start swimming in the Seine.  The bomb is detonated, but most of the cops are eaten by sharks.  Sophie and Idril make it back to the river.  Sophie inspects the collapsed river wall, but the giant shark busts through!  The bomb didn’t work! 

The shark capsizes the cop’s boat (they needed a bigger boat, heh) and eats some more cops.  It then heads toward the triathlon swimmers!  It starts to munch on them, and finally jumps out of the water to bite a swimmer.  It’s another disaster!  Everyone starts to panic.  The military shows up and they begin to shoot at the shark in the water with machine guns and sniper rifles.  This sets off unexploded World War 2 ordinance still in the Seine, and there must be a lot of the stuff, because there are a bunch of explosions, which destroy numerous bridges!  This then causes a huge, tsunami-like wave to sweep down the Seine!  The mayor is swept away! 

We finally see Sophie pull Adil to safety atop a kiosk roof.  We pull back to see that central Paris has been flooded.  Like, from Notre Dame all the way to Champ-de-Mars, and more.  There are sharks everywhere.  La fin.

This was…sort of a mess.  It’s a monster shark movie, but it’s also a disaster film.  It points out the disaster of so many sharks being killed by mankind, but the shark activist gets eaten by a shark!  Quelle ironie!  The filmmaking is competent, to be sure, and there are plenty of gorgeous views of Paris along the Seine.  Shots of the single shark, huge and menacing, were well done, but group attacks looked a bit artificial.  The ending was ridiculous, but I still found myself grinning because of the escalating series of disasters.  A tsunami?  In Paris?  That’s full of sharks?  Count me in.

[r0-boat]

Out of Water

chapter 1

Merman Oc Noah X Gn!Reader

Cut for length

( thank you, @nc-eikin, for beta reading and editing it! I greatly appreciate your help!)

Everything else had been a blur to him. He could only feel the warm sand in his clenched fists, his head pounding as he rose.

Groaning in pain, he brings a hand to his head, trying to get up.

His eyes widen, feeling something wiggle against the chilly wet sand; looking behind him to see something replacing his tail; Two long limbs. He could feel his heart beating in his chest.

 Was it fear or excitement? He tries to stand by himself, only to fall back into the sand.

At least his father gave him the courtesy of giving him human wrappings, they were wet and did little to shield him from the cold air, but it was better than nothing. Maybe humans didn't have the same kind of scales to protect them from the cold like he used to? Is that why humans always wear their weird wrappings? Ugh… Thinking was hard…

His head was still throbbing as he struggled to get up from the sand, his consciousness growing fuzzier and fuzzier, using up all his leftover strength just to move. 

…..

Your eyes gazed up at the cloudy sky, Having just finished your shift early, eager to get home as fast as you could out of the cold and start the first day of your week's vacation, you begged your boss, Sam, to give you.

You couldn't wait to go back home, fall into your bed, cuddle up into warm blankets, play games, watch TV, and sleep your week away. In the middle of winter, the air was ice-cold, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

Snuggling more into your coat, your eyes gaze outward to the vast blue of the sea. On days like this, you feel glad that you moved to the coast; every day you walk to and from work, you can never get tired of seeing the view, especially when walking past the pier.

People would always set up shop there and sell numerous kinds of seashell trinkets and treats, and the beach nearby attracted all types of people.

You frown as your eyes lie on the empty boardwalk; it isn't. People don't usually go near the beach this time of year.

Well, apparently, except for one.

Your stride slowed when you saw someone lying in the sand.

Your brows furrowed with worry as they laid there, motionless in what appeared to be a dress. 

You stand still for a moment, unsure how to react. How long were they out here? 

Whoever this was was either stupid for wearing a dress in the middle of winter or probably injured. You made your way to the ocean, hoping it's the latter. 

When you got closer to the young man, you realize that he wasn't conscious. You doubted that he had just decided to nap on the beach in the middle of winter in wet clothing.

He grabbed his shoulder, shaking him awake to no avail. He was Freezing to the touch.

Shit…

Your eyes darted around the area seeing if he had family or friends nearby, maybe even a partner or date. He was in a dress, after all, probably with his partner…

Nothing…

Your apartment wasn't too far from here, and the man was strangely light when you tried to lift him.

The thought of bringing a stranger into your home did not sit well with you, but you couldn't just leave him out here. Especially how cold he was when you touched his arm.

You just hope the police won’t ask you questions when they see you carrying a strange man home.

The pounding of his headache was the first thing he woke up to, his face scrunching from discomfort, laying a hand over his head. It took him a while to notice the warm weight over his body and the sandless soft ground underneath him.

His other hand touched the sheets while his eyes begin to stir, only to shoot open when he finally realized he was no longer at the beach.

His heart pounded in his chest. Noah jolted awake. His head still hurts like Davy Jones' locker. Noah tried to get up out of bed only to find himself too weak to even to move.

The door to the bedroom clicks and he turns to the sound unfamiliar to him that made him jump.

A human enters through the door with a bowl of what smells like food. With a small relieved smile on their face, Noah finally relaxed. This human does not seem dangerous. If they wanted to kill him, they would have so done so already.

"Oh good,” They said as they approached him.“You're okay… I found you passed out on the beach. Your body was cold."

Noah only smiles, all the urgency from before completely disappearing, but sadly not his throbbing headache.

In all his years watching humans and listening to their conversations, he could somewhat understand you. You hand him the bowl, and he immediately takes it, 

 "I don't know how long you were out there, but I thought you might be hungry, so I made you something, granted it wasn't much, but," you said.

His brows furrowed, he knew some human language but what you were saying still confused him You brought him what appears to be food? These weird seed looking things he has never seen anything like it before.

It smelled like meat, yet it didn't look like there was any meat in there.

He scooped up the food into a spoon before putting it into his mouth.

Not bad… It had a very interesting taste but it was surprisingly tasty. He had never eaten anything like this when he lived in the ocean.

His first experience with actual human food, he never thought it would be like this.

You watch him take a few more spoonfuls of the can of baked beans you just put into a bowl and heat it up for him. You could have actually cooked something - but, hey - you weren't really expecting a visitor, and you already blew your last paycheck. But he didn't seem to mind, giving you a little smile. You're just glad he was okay.

" Is it okay if I ask you your name?" You asked not wanting to sound rude.

Noah immediately perks up knowing exactly what you said he speaks with confidence. 

" ᛗᚤ ᚾᚨᛗᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚾᛟᚨᚺ" Only for that confidence to immediately fizzle out when he saw your eyes widening and a look of pure confusion crossed your face.

"W-what??"

You are taking it back. What was that!? That certainly wasn't your language or any language you've heard of.

Noah panics he completely forgot that you may not be able to understand him either. 

"Um… O-okay." Now you're not sure what to do, but you're pretty sure that he understood you. He was so confident in his answer too, whatever it was.

At first glance he did not look like a child. Maybe about the same age as you?

Besides if he was, how did he end up on the beach alone?

While you were lost in your own thoughts, Noah puts his bowl down. Moving his new human legs, his eyes dart to the floor as he tries to slide himself off the bed. 

He wanted to know how humans could move like this. How humans like you stand upright so easily as soon as his feet planted on the floor slowly sliding off the couch. Not sure what to do next, his knees immediately give out, only for you to catch him.

You yell in surprise. "Woah!" your mind raced. "A-are you okay did you hurt your leg?"

The man doesn't give you an answer while you sit him back on the bed. You take out your phone. 

"Do you know where your street address is? I could get you home."

"ᛁ'ᛗ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛋᚢᚱᛖ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛁᛋ ᛋᛟᚱᚱᚤ."

Again the brunette boy gave you a confused look before speaking that language again 

"Do you have your parents' number on you? I can give them a call?

The young man gave you a horrified look when you mentioned his parents shaking his side to side repeatedly.

Welp.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, setting your phone on your bed.

Here you have a random dude in a dress, in your own house from an unknown origin who probably has family issues. His legs don't seem damaged at first glance, but you were no doctor, so how should you know?

Though you feel like you can't just kick him out. He was out there by himself, passed out in the freezing cold. Someone, either his parents or not, left him there in the cold with wet clothing… Besides, he doesn't really seem dangerous. No weapons or anything on his person, just that dress and a simple necklace that seem to have a faint blue glow.

"I.. I don't know what to do then," you admit. "I don't really feel comfortable making you leave when your leg is bad enough to the point you can't stand on it.”

You do have an extra spare bedroom…

Good lord you must be crazy housing a complete stranger in your own home…

He was definitely a strange guy especially when he spoke to you that was not the language of any country you have heard of. You would be lying if you said you weren't at least a little curious about him. Maybe the poor guy ran away from his old family and that's why he ended up at the beach.

"Hey," you say, Noah jolts and tilts his head to the side like a puppy. 

"Do you have a place to stay?"

His eyes widen, tearing his eyes away from your gaze, looking at the floor in shame as he remembered everything that happened a day prior. He wanted to go to the surface badly, so Father exiled him up here. Sure, he did want it to see and explore the surface, but not like this.

With the look of anguish on his face, you knew… you felt that all too well in your life the feeling of abandonment either by your parents or friends. The memories are fuzzy but they still hurt.

You couldn't just leave him by himself now…

[gta5blog]

Playing Story mode again you notice things that you didn’t notice before first time around

1. First of all you know that the man in the checkered shirt that shoots Brad and Micheal is Dave. My first time playing I didn’t realise it was actually Dave but now having played the story before I recogonise him so that’s the first thing I noticed

2. Second thing is that Lamar and Franklin actually meet Micheal as strangers before F breaks into his house. It was clever on Rockstar’s behalf to make M bump into Lamar and Franklin at the beach. First time playing I didn’t realise as I didn’t know who they all were but now I do I think it’s quite clever making them all meet before the story.

It’s that part where Lamar asks Micheal for directions to the beach house and Franklin is there behind him too. It’s a small interaction and can be easily missed if you don’t know the story well.

3. If you hover too long after doing the first repo job for Simeon (right when the story starts) you can actually hear and see Simeon show the car to Jimmy. First of all they test the speakers out and you can hear the music booming loudly outside. Simeon than talks to Jimmy about the payment and the car in more detail. After a while they finish and it’s quiet. But that isn’t the end. Simeon actually noticed me and said to F to go because “Lamar was waiting”

When I went back to Lamar, he didn’t say anything. But Simeon he did he told me to back off. He wasn’t happy I was hovering behind him for that long lol.

4. The last thing I notice (and this I find funny) If you choose the loud approach for the Vangelico job (first heist) Micheal will say the same dialogue to the police officer that he threw on the ground. You know that line of “You forget a thousand things everyday make sure this is one of them” yeah that one but the absolute bonkers and hilarous thing is that M still has his motorbike helmet on (to conceal his identity) and the helmet is pitch black and has a dark tinted visor …. So How the hell are people supposed to see him and know what he looks like?

And if you chose this approach T still recogonises Micheal later on through the news (because he sees M on TV) In the smart approach you can see Micheal’s face but in the loud approach you can’t since he covered up more but yet T is supposed to still recogonise him? I get that they are close but it’s a little plothole on Rockstar’s behalf that the line was still said regardless when you can’t actually see Micheal. I just find it funny.

That’s Micheal there with the dark helmet… notice you can’t even see his face here.

And why does Franklin’s bike have an Italian swear word written on it along with the Italian Flag… I never noticed that before either until now 🤣

[dandelionh3art]

I want my fellow Americans to look at this man. Just look at him, don't read the comments, simply look at his face and his attire.

Now look deep within you, don't write your answer and think of your impression of him.

Now let me ask you, what do you know about this man? Truly what do you know? If you are honest with yourself, the rank and file American has no idea who he is. But I can bet you have made up your mind about him based off of how he looks.

The reason I know this is because I still do the same thing myself, even though I know better now. That's how strong and heavy the indoctrination and smear campaign has been on Islam and Muslims. Our Israeli controlled media, news and entertainment have given us the caricatured, extream version of these people for so long, that we instinctively think this way.

I see many Americans celebrating his death, they call him a terrorist killed. Now I ask you, what has this man done to America or Americans? Did he send Hezbollah troops to your town, city, neighborhood? Are Hezbollah troops massing on our beaches? Are their missiles aimed at our states?

Or is the invasion coming from south of the border that your politicians tell you is not a threat? Maybe it's because these people chant, "death to America."

What would you chant if let's say Iran invaded America, built bases, bombed, stole resources and it was all funded by Russia? Maybe you would find yourself forming a resistance and chanting, "Death to Russia!"

The truth is you know nothing of this man, you know you are supposed to hate him because the news, media and your favorite conservative accounts and voices tell you to hate him. You hate him because those exact voices are paid and owned by Israel or are Jewish and fiercely loyal to Israel.

You hate him because he looks Muslim... you hate him because he looks like a terrorist. It's ok to admit it, I was the exact same way, I won't deny it. But it is a lie.

This man has more in line with American patriots defending their home from the king in 1776 than a terrorist.

Here are some facts for you. You are more likely to be killed by the following 1000 times more than Hezbollah.

Israel.

Illegal immigrants.

Crime.

Toaster.

Drunk driver.

Pfizer.

The US government.

American police.

Mosquito.

Mass shooting.

Airplane.

Car accident.

Diabetes.

Cancer.

Walking through any large American city.

Riding public transportation.

You get the point. In fact the only time you risk a man like this or Hezbollah harming you is if you invade their homes in the Middle East like Israel and US forces have done.

There are a million different things to fear in America, this man was not one of them, Hezbollah is not one of them, Hamas is not one of them. It's ok to hate these men, hate is bad but you are free to do so, just understand why you hate them.

You hate them on behalf of Israel 🇮🇱, nothing less, nothing more. And Israel hates them simply because they resist Israeli colonialism and genocide.

[beardedmrbean]

A Virginia school suspended one of its students for taking too long to report that a fellow pupil had a bullet.

An 11-year-old sixth-grader was suspended for a day and a half at St John the Apostle Catholic School in Virginia Beach after he waited two hours before reporting that his friend had shown him a bullet, attorney Tim Anderson said, according to The Washington Post.

Anderson represents the student and his mother, Rachel Wigand.

The school faced threats of violence last week after the news of the suspension. St John’s was closed down for two days and a man in North Carolina was arrested.

Officials at the school pointed to the recent school shooting in Winder, Georgia at Apalachee High School, in which four people were killed and nine were injured, when defending their punishment, saying that the delay could have had disastrous consequences.

“The message it sends is, instead of ‘See something, say something,’ the kids are better off not saying anything,” Anderson told the paper.

“It’s creating a more dangerous environment,” he added.

St John’s is part of the Catholic Diocese of Richmond, which told The Post that “The school’s culture of safety requires that students and adults alike report potential threats as quickly as they are made aware of them; in a real emergency, gaps in reporting time — especially hours-long gaps — could have major consequences for school safety.”

Wigand’s son was shown a bullet by a classmate on the morning of September 5, adding that the boy had found it in his parent’s coin jar. Her son didn’t see it as a threat.

The mother said her son waited until he could make an anonymous report, taking a math test for an hour and a half before going to an art class alongside the boy who had shown him the bullet.

Anderson said that during a fire drill, the boy went to the school interim principal to report the bullet. The attorney said police eventually found the bullet in the pupil’s bag.

The lawyer said both students were suspended for a day and a half.

“There’s no way somebody would suspend you for reporting something,” Wigand told The Post. “I couldn’t believe it.”

After reviewing the school handbook, she noted to school officials that it stated nothing about reporting anything apart from sexual harassment.

Anderson said that the principal remained “adamant” that the 11-year-old be punished.

Wigand emailed Catholic and school officials threatening legal action if the school didn’t reverse its decision, but a lawyer for the diocese responded that they would not back down.

The lawyer wrote that the sixth-grader placed himself and others in danger by not reporting the bullet earlier.

“Failure to report a safety concern affects the safety of everyone in the school,” diocese attorney Leslie Winneberger wrote, according to The Post.

“The school cannot, and will not, take chances when it comes to student safety, especially true in light of the school shooting in Georgia this past week,” the lawyer added.

The school was closed on Thursday and Friday after getting an email threat because of the punishment of the 11-year-old. A man was arrested in North Carolina on Friday for allegedly making the threats.

Temporary private security has been hired to patrol the school premises, Superintendent Michael Riley told parents on Friday.

Wigand said she has spoken to school officials on several occasions about removing the suspension from her son’s record but that her calls and emails have gone unanswered.

“He’s upset because one of the things he didn’t want was to be bullied and didn’t want to be labeled a ‘snitch,’” Wigand told the paper.

She added: “I told him to stay strong and he did right. Let others know, if you see something that’s unsafe, you need to report it.”

[chronic-pessimists]

Ask me anything

please ask me questions. As I said earlier, high school football (soccer) pre-season has recently started and the actual season is starting soon. I need something to distract me from the stress and pressure of high school sports, high school itself, and face to face social interaction itself. So please, I beg, ask me questions that have to make me stop and actually think about so it can push all of those other thoughts to the back of my head.

Also if anyone is interested I made a playlist of songs that I think tori Spring would be listening to. The playlist is 5 hours and 19 minutes long and has 87 songs on it.

The songs are:

No Surprises- Radiohead

Creep- Radiohead

Good Looking- Suki Waterhouse

As The World Caves In- Matt Maltese

Space Song- Beach House

Where'd All The Time Go?- Dr. Dog

Nobody- Mitski

Always Forever- Cults

Duvet- boa

Sweet- Cigarettes After Sex

Tired- beabadoobee

Lights Are On- Tom Rosenthal

Fade Into You- Mazzy Star

The Other Woman- Lana Del Rey

God Must Hate Me- Catie Turner

Everything In Its Right Place- Radiohead

Holocene- Bon Iver

People Watching- Conan Gray

First Love/Late Spring- Mitski

Cool Kids- Ecosmith

There is a Light That Never Goes Out (2011 Remaster)- The Smits

Juliet- Cavetown

Liquid Smooth- Mitski

Melatonin- Carter Vail

Motion Sickness- Phoebe Bridgers

Fool- Frankie Cosmos

I Love You So- The Walters

Nothing- Bruno Major

The Bends- Radiohead

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now (2011 Remaster)- The Smiths

I Can't Handle Change- Roar

Slipping Through My Fingers- ABBA

The Has Opened My Eyes (2011 Remaster)- The Smiths

Lovers Rock- TV Girl

Right Side of My Neck- Faye Webster

Telephones- Vacations

It's Not The Same Anymore- Rex Orange County

Exit Music (For A Film)- Radiohead

Line Without A Hook- Ricky Montgomery

Hey Little Girl (Live)- sophiemarie.b

Lemon Boy- Cavetown

Average- Sushi Soucy

Top Of My School- Katherine Lynn-Rose

i'll die anyway.- girl in red

Meteor Shower- Cavetown

Sunflower- Michele Leigh

Are You Bored Yet?(feat. Clairo)- Wallows, Clairo

Eleanor Rigby- Cody Fry

Our Word- 36 Questions, Jessie Shelton

The Record Player Song- Daisy the Great

Daddy Issues- The Neighbourhood

Broken- Isak Danielson

Habits- Genevieve Stokes

Burning Pile- Mother Mother

Fourth of July- Sufjan Stevens

Kids- Current Joys

Apocalypse- Cigarettes After Sex

Cry- Cigarettes After Sex

K.- Cigarettes After Sex

Sunsetz- Cigarettes After Sex

Welcome And Goodbye- Dream, Ivory

Gilded Lily- Cults

Treehouse- Alex G, Emily Yacina

Francis Forever- Mitski

Let Down- Radiohead

YKWIM?- Yot Club

Message In A Bottle- The Police

It's Not- Aimee Mann

Eet- Regina Spektor

Ask (2008 Remaster)- The Smiths

Our Window- Noah And The Whale

I Need Some Sleep- Eels

Bloodflood- Alt-J

Motion Picture Soundtrack- Radiohead

Inside Out- Duster

Last Words of a Shooting Star- Mitski

Blondie- Current Joys

Sparks- Coldplay

Fool- Cavetown

If U Wanna Stay- Sweatcult

Everything Is Going to Hell- Teen Suicide

Watching Him Fade Away- Mac DeMarco

New Flesh- Current Joys

ur so pretty- Wasia Project

Crush Culture- Conan Gray

Sappho- Frankie Cosmos

My Own Person- Ezra Williams

I hope you give it a listen and enjoy it.

[whitepolaris]

Elmer McCurdy, the Outlaw Who Wouldn't Give Up

Gather 'round my children, and I'll tell a tale of woe About a famous cowboy outlaw who lived a hundred years ago . . . A hundred hears have come and gone since he spoke his final words. I'm not afraid to die and leave behind this rotten world. So go and pull the lever hangman, now my race on Earth is run. And he thought his life was ended but it had only just begun. -Brian Dewan, The Cowboy Outlaw

Imagine this: It's 1973 and Steve Austin, a fictional astronaut, is a man barely alive. Now it's 1911: Elmer J. McCurdy, an outlaw-very, very dead! Who would have thought these two show biz personalities would ever meet up?

In 1976, while Lee Majors played the role of astronaut Steve Austin on television's Six Million Dollar Man, the show's film crew found the mummified body of outlaw Elmer McCurdy as they were setting up for a shoot.

The crew was filming in Long Beach, California, at a funhouse called Laugh in the Dark. The place contained the regular spook-show decor, including wax figures, ghosts, and fake skeletons. While setting up at the location, the producer noticed a neon orange wax figure hanging from a makeshift gallows and asked one of the crew to take it down. He didn't like the way it looked in the scene.

The stagehand grabbed at the wax dummy's left arm, only to have it come off, revealing a human bone sticking out from its shoulder. Medical examiners and forensic investigators determined that the wax figure was actually a mummified body-and that it had been show by a .32 caliber bullet manufactured between 1830 and 1920. Upon further examination, investigators found in the mummy's mouth a 1924 penny and a ticket from the Museum of Crime in Los Angeles. The ticket helped police identify the body as that of outlaw Emler McCurdy, and the many roads he had taken in life-and afterward-that had led him to that Long Beach funhouse.

McCurdy had joined a few outlaw gangs and killed a few people, then he planned on robbing a Missouri Pacific train that supposedly was carrying a safe containing more than $1,000. On October 6, 1911, he robbed the train in Oklahoma, but when he opened the safe, he discovered it was the wrong train. Only $46 was inside. But he did manage to find a shipment of whiskey instead.

Heading to the Oklahoma farmlands a few days later, drunk and tired, McCurdy stopped at a farmhouse and fell asleep in the hayloft. A three-man posse that was tracking the outlaw trapped McCurdy and began firing. After an hour, a farmhand was asked to go inside the barn and tell McCurdy to surrender. The outlaw refused, telling the farmhand, "They can go to the devil." The barn was shot up, and McCurdy was discovered dead soon afterward.

His body was taken to a funeral home In Pawhuska, Oklahoma, but he was never identified, and no one claimed the corpse. The undertaker embalmed him with arsenic, (a does seven hundred times greater than we used in Egyptian mummies) and came up with a very entrepreneurial idea: Since the deceased looked very well preserved, and very stiff all dressed up in his last gun fightin' suit, he named the corpse "The Bandit That Wouldn't Give Up," and for a nickel, he would let the citizens of Pawhuska view it. The nickels were dropped into the mummy's mouth, later to be retrieved by the undertaker.

The mummy was on view for more than five years, and the undertaker refused many offers from carnivals and sideshows for his bandit corpse to use in their traveling freak shows. The nickel-swallowing mummy became a regular attraction for the funeral home in Pawhuska.

One day two men showed up at the funeral home claiming to be cousins of the mummy, and the undertaker had no choice but to give up the stiff to his next of kin for a proper burial. The two men turned out to be sideshow promoters who traveled around Texas, using McCurdy as, you guessed it, The Bandit That Wouldn't Give Up.

After Texas, the McCurdy mummy traveled around the country, often showing up at amusement parks, lying around in an open coffin in an L.A. wax museum, and-believe it or not-being used as a prop in low-budget films. He was known sometimes as "The Thousand Year Old Man." After a while, his body was coated with wax to help preserve it during his many road trips. His greatest tour was in the 1930s with Louis S. Sonney, a sheriff who acquired McCurdy for his traveling Wild West show.

Elmer was shuffled as collateral from one sideshow to another and eventually faded into obscurity. No one knows exactly how Elmer ended up at the defunct Laugh in the Dark funhouse in Long Beach, but when he was identified as McCurdy, medical examiners used a little-known method called "medical superimposition." Known photos of McCurdy were overlaid with x-rays of the mummy's face. From this they made a positive ID.

McCurdy was given a proper funeral in Summit View Cemetery in Guthrie, Oklahoma, in 1977 and was buried in the same cemetery as such notorious figures as Wild Bill Doolin (of the Doolin-Dalton Gang) and Tom Capers, in Oklahoma's only Boot Hill (a.k.a gunslinger cemetery). The town residents gave old Elmer the full treatment: a parade ride to the cemetery in Wild West gear.

With his California show-biz days now behind him, McCurdy was certain to never again be a "ramblin' man:" The Oklahoma state coroner ordered two cubic yards of cement to be poured into McCurdy's grave.

[latenightsleuth]

The Jenner Beach Murders 2004

Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen Murders: How Were They Killed? Where is Shaun Gallon Now?

By Viswa Vanapalli at The Cinemaholic March 29, 2021

Investigation Discovery’s ‘People Magazine Investigates’ is a documentary series where People Magazine’s journalists team up with Investigation Discovery to have a second look at some of the most high-profile cases in the country. The episode ‘Jenner Beach Murders’ explores the random killings of a loving couple who were camping out on a beach in Jenner, California, in 2004. A case that stumped investigators at the time with an apparent lack of motive, it was only solved in 2017 after a confession. Curious to know more about the case? We’ve got you covered.

How Did Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen Die?

Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen had met each other in 2002 at the Appalachian Bible College in Beckley, West Virginia. Both devout Christians, the 22-year-old Lindsay hailed from Fresno, Ohio, while the 26-year-old Jason was from Zeeland, Michigan. They fell in love quickly, bonding over their Christian faith and their fondness for the outdoors. Within six weeks of knowing each other, they were engaged. In August 2004, the couple was working as counselors at Rock-N-Water, which was a Christian summer camp close to Coloma, California.

On August 13, they decided to take a spontaneous road trip to San Francisco, about a month before their planned wedding. It was during this trip that they would end up missing and eventually killed. When Lindsay’s mother was notified that the couple had not returned from their road trip, an extensive manhunt ensued. About five days after they left for their road trip, the couple was found by a helicopter pilot on a secluded part of Fish Head Beach, Jenner, California.

They were found still zipped up in their sleeping bags and were shot in the head once with a .45 caliber Marlin rifle, a rather uncommon gun. Police quickly ruled out robbery as a motive since Lindsay’s jewelry wasn’t missing and the car they traveled in was still there. There were no signs of a sexual assault either. Beyond that, the authorities were finding it difficult to zero in on a motive. The time of death was estimated to be either on the night of August 14 or the early morning of August 15.

The investigators speculated that the couple might have chosen to camp at the beach after realizing that there were no available rooms at the motel close by. As time passed, the police started to run out of credible leads. With no motive and unable to find the murder weapon, the trail ran cold. It was more than a decade later when the murders of Lindsay and Jason would be solved.

Who Killed Lindsay Cutshall and Jason Allen?

Shaun Gallon had long been someone the police had looked into regarding the couple’s killing. A self-proclaimed survivalist, he had multiple run-ins with the law. In fact, he was arrested just six days after the bodies were discovered, but on an unrelated weapons charge. Shaun’s father, David, had also told police that he had disposed of his son’s guns after Shaun had called him from prison to do so. In 2009, Shaun was convicted of assault with a deadly weapon for shooting a man with a homemade bow and arrow. Over the years, the police found nothing to tie him to the murders, nonetheless.

In 2017, Shaun was accused of killing his brother, Shamus, with a rifle and was arrested as a result of that. During his questioning, he confessed to the killings of Lindsay and Jason. He told the police where he had hidden the spent shell casings from the crime scene. He stated that after he noticed the two sleeping on the beach, he went to his car to bring his rifle, came back, and shot them both at close range. He had also confessed to the attempted murder of someone else that he knew. In 2019, 40-year-old Shaun was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

Where is Shaun Gallon Now?

Shaun Gallon pleaded no contest to all the charges against him. As a result, the death penalty was not pursued. For his role in the murders of Lindsay, Jason, and Shamus and the attempted murder charge, he was instead sentenced to three consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole. He also was sentenced to more than 94 years for other crimes. During his confession, he had told the police that he had killed Lindsay and Jason out of spite.

A news release from the Office of the District Attorney mentioned additional charges, “There were multiple special allegations and enhancements alleged against Gallon, including that he murdered multiple victims, that he committed great bodily injury on those victims, that he used a firearm to inflict great bodily injury on each of his murder victims, and that he had suffered a prior “strike” conviction in 2009 for assault with a deadly weapon. In his change of pleas, Gallon admitted all charges and enhancements.” According to prison records, Shaun is incarcerated at California Men’s Colony in San Luis Obispo, California.

Full article: https://thecinemaholic.com/lindsay-cutshall-and-jason-allen-murders-how-were-they-killed-where-is-shaun-gallon-now/

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The Emergence of Paul Pfeffer

Maggie Logan could not believe her eyes. Swaying unsteadily, as he beat his hands against the incoming surf and slowly regained his feet, the private detective took in the sight of playboy and fugitive from justice, Paul Pfeffer as he emerged from the sea. Retained by the Los Angeles Police Department to find the man suspected of murdering his millionaire wife, the red headed private eye had eventually gone on vacation in disgust, furious at her inability to even pick up the man’s trail, much less arrest him. And now, like mannah from heaven, the breathless, disheveled but very much alive, wanted man stumbled out of the ocean and onto the deserted beach, right in front of the woman who for three months had been unsuccessfully trying to find him so she could put Paul Pfeffer in jail. ‘Looks like mountains really do come to Mohammed after all,’ Maggie mused to herself.

Feeling undressed, not just by virtue of her swim suit, but also by the absence of her gun and handcuffs, the tough woman detective was not going to let this gift horse stumble on by and deny her her fee. Maggie stepped out from the beach rock she had just got changed behind and stood in front of the exhausted looking Paul, barring his path. “Hello, Mr Pfeffer,” she said casually, “nice day, isn’t it?” The tee shirted man shot her a look of confusion and alarm and then, before the detective could react, the fugitive had leapt on the woman, bowling her over until both tumbled into the sand. Pfeffer was strong - far stronger than he had any right to be, given how long he had been missing and his evident battle with the elements. And Maggie was still in holiday mode, quite unprepared for her quarry to almost swim into her lap. But now he was astride her, knees pressing the woman’s shoulders into the sand, his right hand raised with a rock clutched in it, ready to bring it down onto her skull.

“Wait!” Maggie called out. Her brain whirled, knowing that if she didn’t come up with something, this case could be her last. Bizarrely, the thought ‘I always thought I’d die with my boots on,’ drifted through her head, before the defeatist refrain was replaced by ‘Shoot, I haven’t even got my pantyhose on!’ and she was back to figuring a way out of this mess. Paul had indeed paused, the urgency in Maggie’s vouce making him stop to listen. “Paul you need to know - Carla’s nephew confessed to the murder!” the detective impressed on her attacker rapidly. “They fell out over the fact he stole her car and he brained her with a paper weight. The cops know it’s not you!” She looked up at Pfeffer as it dawned on the man that his months of hiding and avoiding all contact with the wider workd had been unnecessary. He was not going to the electric chair after all. “Oh thank god!” he breathed. The rock dropping from his grasp perilously close to Maggie’s face as it hit the sand with a soft thud. Paul’s face was in his hands as he wept in relief and exhaustion. Maggie wriggled out from under him and stood over the now kneeling, sobbing man. “But there is the small matter of the two million you embezzled from your late wife, sweetheart.” she told him. “You’re still under arrest.”

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Maggie improvised and used a combination of the belt from her dress and her discarded tights to tie Paul’s hands behind his back. The man didn’t seem to mind at all. “What do you think I’ll get for the embezzlement charge, ma’am?” he asked Maggie as the female detective finished tying him and then took him by his elbow to trudge up to the road where her car was waiting,. “Seeing as you have effectively defrauded yourself now that your wife is dead, I’m not sure,” the red head smiled, “but with good behaviour, I’d be surprised if you serve eighteen months.” Paul breathed deeply. “Thankyou, ma’am.” he replied. “Thankyou so much.”

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to The Puzzle of Paul Pfeffer, Master Detective magazine (August 1955)