#tricycles are also the worst

[ryin-silverfish]

I really like Azure Lion as a character. Yeah, you can stop following me now. /j

But no, seriously, I like how LMK has adapted this particular character, given him way more potential complexity than his novel counterpart——not that it's a high bar, the LCR trio of JTTW are just demon warlords living in a literal human slaughterhouse.

Which is why I deeply dislike the take that "Oh, Azure manipulated SWK into fighting the JE! He's just using him like a pawn!" Like, wow, way to completely butcher two characters' personality and agency in one go.

Such takes reduce SWK to some innocent kid, when he is at most an impulsive, daring teenager who haven't met a single real obstacle so far——he robbed the dragon kings blind, and they couldn't do a thing! He struck his name and all his monkeys' names off the Book of Life and Death! What couldn't he do?

And Azure's failing isn't him telling a toddler: "You know what? Driving your tricycle into oncoming traffic will be real fun, trust me kiddo." It's letting his friend go way over the speed limit and not telling him that he should maybe, y'know, slow down, bc he'd seen his epic driving skills, SWK's the bestest driver he ever met, surely nothing would happen!

(And also, no one in that car is sober, except Macaque.)

What I'm getting at here is, even without Azure, SWK is not gonna be content with sitting on his mountain, eating peaches forever. Hell, he sure doesn't in the novel, where his demon king brothers are little more than namedropped NPCs.

He is always gonna want more, chase after greater destinies, drown out that existential ennui and fear of death at the back of his mind with bigger and bigger power-ups and the laughters of his companions.

He told himself he would be content after getting this one thing he wanted. That he could stop at any time. But alas, like any ADHDer, he will not stop at this one exciting thing, and sooner or later, the boredom sets in, and he gets ideas and impulsively leaps into making them reality.

That is the Mind Monkey at his worst: being a whirlwind of chaos, while unknowingly enslaved to his own chaotic mind.

(In the book, this is Wu Cheng'en's reminder to the reader that, even though you shouldn't keep your heart constantly under lock and keys, Neo-Confucian style, the other extreme——letting it go completely wild, disregarding all external rules and consequences, can be equally disastrous.)

And when that car was driven through the Celestial Palace's front door, off a bridge, and straight into a ditch, it was him in the driver's seat, steering the wheels the whole time.

Everyone else in that car failed terribly as friends when they didn't voice any objections, or try to get him off the driver's seat, or realize that cheering and egging him on is an awful idea, however genuine their blind trust was.

Like, they are certainly not helping, and made the situation much, much worse. If you let your buddy drive while under influence and hand him more beers in the car, even if you are also drunk out of your mind and aren't actively trying to get him into a traffic accident, you are a shitty, irresponsible friend.

But the thing is? SWK is still responsible for the consequences of his decisions. He could have stopped, by his own volition, and no one was holding a gun to his head and forcing him to drive. He, too, wanted this.

That, to me, makes a much more interesting narrative than "Poor innocent baby SWK was puppeted into becoming the Great Sage in Heaven by shady blue cat, how awful!"

Oh, and since I'm feeling particularly salty today, I'll also ask some last questions: is SWK so weak-willed and devoid of self-agency to you that he couldn't even OWE his most famous title, the Great Sage in Heaven, 100%, without being manipulated into it?

Is SWK so immature and unintelligent to you that he is incapable of being a genuine idealist or rebel, that he cannot agree, out of the depth of his heart, that the Celestial Realm sucks balls and needs better management?

TL;DR: Havoc! Era Azure Lion isn't some cult leader brainwashing this kid into becoming his figurehead. He's the dumbass who's too busy staring at his teenage crush to care about the blaring police sirens.

Also, I had a bit of an epiphany after writing this: why am I so annoyed by people reading Azure's idealization of SWK as him intentionally manipulating and love-bombing him? Because it is a very western and modern reading.

For someone with traditional Confucian beliefs, it is perfectly normal——it is what you are supposed to feel, as a liege who has found your just and virtuous lord.

If Romance of the Three Kingdoms existed back then, he would probably describe himself as the Guan Yu to SWK's Liu Bei, however wonky the analogy was.

(Gosh, now I want a "Four Classics read each other" crossover.)

I'm not saying it is healthy or wise. But under this context, putting your lord on a pedestral was normalized, and even encouraged, as the virtue of a righteous gentleman. It was the sort of ideals romanticized culture-wide. NOT having such beliefs would probably make you look weird.

And since the Celestial Realm in the novel is a parody of Confucian hierarchy in a Daoist trenchcoat, it was really no surprise that an idealistic ex-celestial soldier would hold the same beliefs.

To torture the analogy further, the problem is that he was trying to be the Guan Yu to SWK's Liu Bei, when the Brotherhood had more in common with the Bandits of the Marsh, down to their giant downer ending.

[rock-and-roll-hell]

August 17, 1996

Monsters of Rock

Castle Donington, England

📸 include Brian Rasic and Martyn Goodacre

“For one thing the performance is showing its age. Nowadays, Paul Stanley has to preface ‘Cold Gin’ with the '90s admonition not to drink and drive, and watching Ace Frehley or Peter Criss embark on a lengthy party-piece is a timely reminder of why solos went out with the turn of the decade. Added to which, an over-rehearsed sterility creeps into the performance – there’s no chemistry between the band members, with Ace in particular looking like he’s just going through the motions” (Heavy Hard Music Monthly, 11/96).

“KIϟϟ, the Peter Pans of Rock, stole the show with their rock 'n’ roll showmanship – fireworks, personalized helicopters, painted faces and zany costumes. Together with Ozzy Osbourne, they took on the new breed of yell-it-with-attitude metal merchants. And complete with painted faces and high-heeled boots, the headline act lived up to their billing for the 50,500 rockers who made the pilgrimage to Donington” (Derby Evening Telegraph, 8/19/97).

 "Time stands still and dinosaurs rule the earth at Castle Donington’s annual rockfest: heavy metal, isolated and supreme, returns to make a lot of noise for the benefit of 50,000 beer bellies squeezed into denims and band-emblazoned black T-shirts. Who better to headline such an even than KIϟϟ and Ozzy Osbourne… KIϟϟ still looked like refugees from the world’s worst S&M club. Originally part of Neil Bogart’s Casablanca empire – also responsible for unleashing Donna Summer and Midnight Express upon the world – the once took trash rock and glitter frenzy to its illogical heights… The bassist spat blood and fire, the guitars shot sparks, they strode on platforms the size of tricycles and had more lights than Blackpool. Their loud, empty songs, all fat choruses and cartoon leer, avoided the choler of the younger bands, preferring to keep things at groin level. I fear KIϟϟ, truly monsters of rock, will still be around to haunt us come the millennium“ (The Guardian, 8/21/96).

The day prior to this show Eric Singer and Bruce Kulick issued a press-release announcing their respective departures from KIϟϟ due to the success of the Reunion tour and likelihood of an extended, if not permanent, layoff from their line-up of the band.

KIϟϟ technically shared co-headlining billing with Ozzy for the 1996 Monsters of Rock festival but was the final act to perform due to size and complexity of their stage-show. The Evening Telegraph review of August 19 notes 50,500 fans attending.  "Rock Bottom,” “New York Groove,” and “Beth” were dropped from the set

[world-cinema-research]

Short Essay: The Shining (1980)

by Rachel Powers

The Shining, directed by Stanley Kubrick, was released in theaters in 1980. It stars Jack Nicholson as Jack Torrance, Shelley Duvall as Wendy Torrance, and Danny Lloyd as Danny Torrance.  The film was adapted from Stephen King’s novel The Shining which was published three years earlier in 1977. The story follows the Torrance family as they move in as caretakers to the Overlook Hotel in Colorado for the winter. Danny, the son, has psychic abilities unbeknownst to his parents who think he just has an imaginary friend. During a tour of the Overlook Hotel, chef Dick Halloran played by Scatman Crothers, recognizes Danny’s abilities, and refers to them as “shining.” Once isolated alone in the hotel, strange and supernatural things start to happen to the family. Jack begins to descend into madness, as if possessed by the hotel, while his wife and child remain in danger unable to escape.

The cover of Stephen King's novel The Shining, First Edition

The film had an estimated budget of $19 million and has made over $47 million worldwide, making it a financial success. The film received mixed reviews from critics initially, some of them scathing.

“With everything to work with, director Stanley Kubrick has teamed with jumpy Jack Nicholson to destroy all that was so terrifying about Stephen King's bestseller.” – Variety Staff, December 31, 1979

The Shining’s worst critic was likely Stephen King, who was famously not a fan of Kubrick’s version of his story. Kubrick’s version of The Shining took many liberties and left out key elements of the plot, making it a much different story than the original novel.

Other critics appreciated the film, and as time went on, The Shining is now regarded as one of the best horror films of all time. Rotten Tomatoes currently rates this film at an 83% on the Tomatometer, and has a 93% audience score.

“The movie is not about ghosts but about madness and the energies it sets loose in an isolated situation primed to magnify them.” -Roger Ebert, 1980

Roger Ebert’s quote differentiates The Shining from other typical “ghost story” horror films by highlighting Jack’s psychosis as a main contributor to the supernatural elements at play.

Behind the scenes footage gives a glimpse into what life was like for the cast and crew during filming.

The above clip shows actors rehearsing their lines. Jack Nicholson mentions that he no longer used the original script as it kept changing almost daily. There are moments where there is obvious tension between Shelley Duvall and Stanley Kubrick, and at one point Shelley shared that her hair was falling out. She later said in interviews that repeated takes over the span of weeks of such emotionally charged crying scenes took a physical toll on her.

This footage also shows some of the camera techniques used in the film. Jack Nicholson is practicing the famous scene where he is locked in the storage room and pounding on the door. Stanley Kubrick is looking for the right angle for the camera, and crawls onto the floor underneath Jack Nicholson – camera pointed up. This is the camera angle that was ultimately used in the now famous scene.

The Shining also used newer cinematography techniques, including the use of a Steadicam, a stabilizing mount that allowed the camera to move smoothly without having to be mounted. The Steadicam was used in many scenes requiring camera movement, including the scenes where the camera follows Danny as he rides his tricycle through the hallways of the hotel. The crew operated the Steadicam from a wheelchair to get these low shots of Danny.

The camera slowly follows Danny as he is riding his tricycle, alluding to him being watched. He turns a corner in the hallway and is faced with the infamous twins. The frame flashes quickly to a gory scene of the twins lying dead on the floor.

The camera angle is fixed looking up from the typewriter.  Wendy slowly steps into the frame, discovering Jack’s writings. Her slow, drawn-out reaction to each page quantifies the amount of papers Jack had written.

The Shining is a true classic that merges the horror genre with art. It is a conventional film with a famous cast, director, and adapted from a famous author’s novel. At the same time, it was different than the horror films common at the time, incorporating psychological and supernatural elements. Even though Stephen King still doesn’t like this film, it has stood the test of time and will continue to live on in infamy.

[btr-rewatch]

Big Time Rush Season 1, Episode 9: “Big Time Demos”

After skipping reviews of the previous two episodes (though I did have fun making gifs of them), I'm back to do a post on this episode that I honestly don't remember much of aside from it including a monkey that makes fart noises??

Highlights: the guys share some weird things they've learned since coming to L.A., Mercedes Griffin is a nightmare girlfriend, and the band is at risk of falling apart for the third (??) time so far this season.

We begin with the boys hanging by the pool and talking about how they've been in L.A. for three months now. Logan suggests they go into a flashback montage, and we get a series of silly clips that showcase all the ridiculous shenanigans they've been involved in. We see them racing tricycles by the pool, pushing Carlos through the lobby in a bathtub (this is an homage to The Monkees, btw! The opening sequence to their show has them pushing Peter through the streets in a bathtub), and fighting off a bear. Very exciting stuff.

Kelly comes by with plane tickets because apparently, if Big Time Rush's demo doesn't get picked, they all have to go home. The boys are shocked, which means they were either never told this information or were told but not one of them was paying attention any of the times it was mentioned. Which sounds believable to me, tbh.

After learning about some of the competition they're up against, Logan says they're toast. Kendall disagrees and tries to lead them into a pep talk, which then results in one of my favorite exchanges of the entire series.

Love James's confidence

What on EARTH led Logan to this conclusion?

I love Carlos. So much. He must be protected from all the bad in the world. Also, keep in mind that Kendall asked what they had learned since being in L.A. This means that something happened in the last three months that made Carlos believe toys come alive when you leave the house. I desperately want to know what series of events led to this.

Obviously, these are not the responses Kendall was looking for, but they sure did try, didn't they? Kendall clearly woke up in charge of the brain cell that morning.

A few moments after some words of encouragement, Mercedes Griffin walks into Gustavo's office to pick up the demo cd. And it's at this exact moment that I realize I always thought Griffin was his first name. Looked it up, and it turns out his first name is Arthur, which I might have known deep in the back of my brain. Anyway! Mercedes is spoiled, manipulative, and used to getting every little thing her heart desires. She thinks the guys are cute, and when Carlos assumes that she's the one in charge of picking the winning demos, she doesn't correct him.

Quickly realizing that she can use this to her advantage, she promptly picks Kendall as her new boyfriend and drags him from the room while he pleads for help like a victim in a horror movie being captured by a terrifying monster.

Poor guy.

We go to the Palm Woods then, where Mrs. Knight is preparing for the possibility that they'll have to return home. Katie doesn't want to leave, but they can't afford to stay in the apartment. Bitters shows up (intent on taking apartment 2J for his own) and says that the only way Mrs. Knight could afford to renew is if she had a job working at the Palm Woods. Unfortunately, there are no jobs available.

...Until 2 seconds later, that is.

And just like that, there's an assistant manager position open.

Meanwhile, Kendall is having the worst day of his life being Mercedes's boyfriend. The rest of the guys stop by to encourage Kendall to stick with the act so Mercedes will pick their demo. Well, Logan and Carlos encourage him. James is too busy being self-absorbed and insulting Kendall's looks.

Mercedes and Kendall's poolside date doesn't go too well. Kendall is pretty much disgusted at the whole thing and can't bring himself to fawn over Mercedes in the way she expects. The boy has STANDARDS and isn't about to drop them for some stuck-up girl, even if it means the band is at risk.

Mad respect for my boy Kendall Knight.

Mercedes breaks up with Kendall and makes Carlos her new boyfriend. We'll see how that goes.

Returning to the Mrs. Knight storyline, Katie forges a fake resume and ends up getting her mom the job as assistant manager. Her first assignment is to unclog a toilet. Gonna be honest, the Mama Knight and Katie plot isn't all that interesting.

After being pelted with cookies during his date with Mercedes, Carlos runs to hide in the bathroom, where we get another one of my favorite moments.

Absurdity. Why is Kelly holding a loofah?? Why is Logan holding a toothbrush??

"Are you talking behind my back with shower people?!" Mercedes asks. Maybe I have a simple sense of humor, but this line is SO FUNNY to me.

Mercedes breaks up with Carlos and picks an absolutely terrified Logan to be her next victim boyfriend. She announces she's going to dye Logan's hair green to match her purse, and it's at this point that Kendall puts his foot down. He storms out into the living room and tells Mercedes: "He's dumping you. Because you're spoiled, pushy, mean, and he, and me, and we would all rather go back to Minnesota than spend one more second pretending to be your boyfriend."

I love Kendall. And I especially love that it's this moment that makes him give Mercedes a piece of his mind. He endured being her boyfriend, watched Carlos go through the experience, but he draws the line at Logan. And while Kendall is protective of all his friends, I think he's noticeably more so of Logan because Logan NEEDS that kind of protection. He'll step back at certain times to let Carlos and James fend for themselves, but Logan needs his guidance. It's sweet.

Mercedes says that she's definitely not picking BTR now and leaves the apartment. Everyone is less than thrilled with Kendall.

Later on, the guys all sit around sadly packing their bags. Gustavo manages to tell them that he's proud of them without looking like the words cause him physical pain! So sweet.

Mercedes returns to apologize, but she also comes bearing the news that she isn't actually the one in charge of picking the demos. A chimpanzee is. Gustavo and the boys kidnap Lolo in an attempt to train him to pick BTR. We don't get to see the plan in action, just the aftermath, which is this...

Unfortunately, their attempt to Pavlov Lolo into liking their music ends with the chimp hurling bananas at them, then running from the studio. Griffin later comes to the studio with Lolo in tow, telling them that he found him hitchhiking on the freeway.

Mercedes, the boys, and Kelly offer up their explanations for why they did what they did, and Griffin replies with, "Those were a lot of sentences, containing words, containing letters."

Griffin is honestly a top-tier character. Deranged man.

When asked what he thinks of the band, Lolo makes a fart noise. Mercedes then jumps in to tell her father that the chimp is wrong, and he should pick BTR's demo. Griffin is quickly swayed and declares Big Time Rush the winner. We then go to the boys singing "Halfway There" (which is one of my favorites. it slaps to this day)

Once back at the Palm Woods, Kelly renews their lease, Mrs. Knight quits her assistant manager job, and we get this sweet exchange.

Yay, the guys get to stay!! They're home!! FOUND FAMILYYYYY!!!!

This was never one of my favorite episodes, but I enjoyed revisiting it. It has some very funny lines and scenes, and it's an important one because the series really feel "solidified" after this episode. Yeah, the band will still have moments where it's at risk, but the guys are putting their roots down in this one. L.A. is home now. Logan, James, and Carlos are seemingly content to leave behind their families and just live in California and be raised by Mrs. Knight from here on out. Interesting.

Catch ya next time.

[mirrorhouse]

i know absolutely nothing about saw other than you putting things on my dashboard but i NEED an explanation why is jigsaw being followed by a lesbian in combat boots and the worst police officer in existence, why did he get scammed in mexico, how did he get the weird puppet there on his tricycle. is that thing sentient?? i'm so confused

LOL i love this i'm the saw mutual 👍

but um. jigsaw (john kramer) has terminal brain cancer and falls for a miracle cancer cure scam that he travels to mexico to get because he wants to keep living at any cost. appreciating life and wanting to live is his whole thing he hates people who he thinks are taking life for granted

lesbian in combat boots (amanda) is his former test subject turned surrogate daughter who survived one of his traps and is fanatically devoted to him now. terrible cop (hoffman) is a detective who once posed as jigsaw to torture his sister's murderer to death and was subsequently kidnapped and then recruited by the real jigsaw. they're both his apprentices who want to carry on his legacy after he dies and also they hate each other

and the puppet (billy) is not sentient he's like the little mascot who gets put in various situations and rides a tricycle because ???? i don't actually know why he does that. i think john must've brought him to mexico for emotional support and probably sat next to him on the plane

[kawaiiorc]

I realized it's apparently odd that I research medication interaction with various foods or supplements before consuming them. I wanna know if it'll fuck up how my body/chemicals work but all y'all out here raw dogging unknown symptoms like...

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You shouldn't be eating or drinking grapefruit if you're on an oral contraceptive it'll make it not work. Truthfully any chemical contraceptive you should be careful about but an oral one get shut DOWN fast.

Or how pineapple/pineapple juice can cause buspar or other anxiety medications to not properly absorb into your blood making its job moot.

Amphetamines, your ADHD/ADD meds if those are the ones that work for you, should not be used along with tricyclic antidepressants or decongestants.

Adding on to avove, depending on the Brain Skittles you take you also can't take Mucinex (guaifenesin) cause it could cause Serotonin Syndrome. Or how I learned the hard way, it'll just make you faint and feel the worst you've ever felt. Better off being boogery!

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Anyway all of that to say that apparently wanting to know how stuff works makes me "paranoid " and I just wanted to yell about it.

... sometimes I miss my pharmacy job.

[star-mum]

Saw (2004) - Live Star Reaction

Hello friends and welcome to another Live Star Reaction 😌 today's episode is (as always actually) dedicated to Sunny, for always putting me on the good shit

I don't know jack shit about this franchise besides saw trap jokes and FUCK THE AMERICAN HEALTHCARE SYSTEM !!!!

I've also decided to do a Pussy Counter aka how many times do I look away from the screen at the gory scenes (pre watch guess is all of them honestly, I'm pretty weak 😚✌️)

LET THE GAME BEGIN !!!!!

Was that little blue thing that went down the drain important at all or just for the dramatics?

"what is that smell?" of course cause this place looks super clean and well kept

oh hey !!! is the dude I keep seeing around !! (blond guy)

ooooohhh thats the smell : )

"im a doctor" 🤨 now i guess i know why you're here

okay Adam and Lawrence (im gonna try and keep up, idk how many ppl are gonna get got in this movie)

damn lawrence didn't think to check your FUCKING POCKETS ???? How long have you been here for ?

"use shirt" bby girl rigor morris has probably set in by now, we are Not taking that from him without some force

i would not survive a saw trap, I suck at escape room puzzles

am I supposed to be rooting for these people ? (genuine question)

awn there was a little heart draw in the wall, either in (now dried) blood or shit <33

THE HEART MEANT SOMETHING !!!!!

YOUR FIRST IDEA IS TO SHOVE YOUR HAND IN A DIRTY TOILET ?????? HOW DID YOU GET A DOCTORATE ??????

saw off your foot !! saw off your foot !! saw off your foot !!

SAW OFF YOUR FOOT !!!! "he wants us to saw off our feet" YEAAAAAHHH

looooove exposition

idk why I didn't expect there to be an ongoing POLICE INVESTIGATION

"you truly wanted to die or just wanted some attention" : O coooold blooded

i wish all movie villains were this creative :/

like of course I understand they have to investigate such hard evidence but would a killer that's SO organized and methodical leave a pen with their own fingerprints at the scene of the crime ?

"i was visiting someone and it wasn't a patient" AND YOU'RE A CHEATER ?????

AMANDAAAAAA !!!!! I KNOW HER !!!!

haaaaate ventriloquist dolls by the way

NO HESITATION BABY !!!!! THAT'S HOW YOU SURVIVE !!!!!!

IT FUCKING MOVES ??????? 😧😧😧😧😧 okay hear me out gamers, what's worst dying in a saw trap or having to see that fucking thing coming at you on a fucking tricycle (saw trap me up baby)

Adam is very me in this situation KSKKSKS im freaked out and scared and now that's EVERYONE'S problem

if there's a little jigsaw sat in the corner of this kids room Im gonna scream

Pussy Counter x1 baby !!!! i am NOT looking at whatever fucked thing is gonna happen in this household right now

"there's a man in my room"

"are sure it's not just your imagination"

????????????? WHAAAAAAAAT ??????

YOUR KID COMES INTO YOUR ROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH AN EXORESSION ONLY FOUND IN WAR VETERANS ON THEIR WAY HOME AND TELLS YOU THERE'S A MAN IN HER ROOM AND YOU THINK SHE'S MAKING IT UP ??????????

even if it was just a nightmare or whatever that is HORRIFYING ????? there's a 0.1 change a man broke in to your house and you're NOT WORRIED ?????

jail. immediately jail. jail for this awful terrible mom for a thousand years

"he talked to me" HOW ARE YOU NOT PACKING YOUR FUCKING BAGS????? AND CALLING THE POLICE ?????

"she wants you to check her room" nooooo she said there was a man in her room.... what is wrong with you ?????

"what gave you that idea?" your mistress 🥺

NOT EVEN A NIGHT LIGHT ????? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FAMILY ??????

I KNEW IT !!!!! OF COURSE IT'S A PICTURE OF THEM KIDNAPPED !!!!!

KSKSKSKS ADAM !!!! he doesn't need to know, you're right (otherwise he'll kill you, that's right my bad)

PUSSY COUNTER 2x !!!! SOMETHINGS COMIG OUT OF THAT CLOSET AND I DO NOT NEED TO SEE IT !!!!

YEAH NOT SHIT YOUR DAUGHTER GOT KIDNAPPED !!!! DUMBASS !!!! SHE TOLD YOU THERE WAS A MAN IN HER ROOM AND Y'ALL DID NOOOOOOTHIIINNGGGG !!!!!

like not even checked the closet or under the bed to appease her and make her feel better, if you were so sure she was making it up

oh great is dumbass cops o'clock 🙄

we're not even halfway through this movie yet and SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED

i feel like i know both of these actors (the detectives) but Idk from where

*replays sound in the background*

me: It's a construction site ! : D

"it's a fire alarm"

oh : (

hey it's a maquette !! :D

THERE'S A PERSON IN HERE ???????

"awake already Jeff?" ..... why jigsaw's voice kinda ho-

JUST SHOOT HIM IN THE FOOT !?!!? HE'LL LIVE !!!

"yes him sick officer" 😳 damn okay

YEEEAAAAHHH DETECTIVE SING LETS GOOOOOO

🙄🙄🙄 if you had shot him in the foot this secret ninja blade thing wouldn't have happened

NOOOOOOOOOOO !!!!! DETECTIVE SING YOU WERE MY FAVORITE !!!! THAT'S THE MOST TOM AND JERRY ASS DEATH POSSIBLE JESUS CHRIST

"we're gonna close it, right Sing" ruh roh

"just because im stuck in this room, doesn't mean I have to report to you every 10 seconds" SKSKSKSKSK you fucking tell him Adam

is it gonna be a gun? 👀

A NOKIA ?????? (it's the early 2000s star, yes a fucking nokia)

"this has happened before" WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN ???????

HOW ARE NOT SEEING THIS .????. THERES SOMEINE GETTING OUT OF YOUR CAR IN THE CREEPIEST WAY POSSIBLE ??????

doctor lawrence you are a grade A dumbass and I think you've earned your stay here

"my last girlfriend, a feminist vegan punk broke up with me cause I was too angry" SKSKSKSKS yeah adam i think you're my favorite one here

SUNNY !!!! WAS HE THE BLORBO YOU WERE THINKING OF ?????

OH SHIT HE THOUGHT IT THROUGH KSKSKKSKS MOTHERFUCKER

ooooh adams gonna saw his foot off, he's made peace with it

"I remember how I got here" i don't think thats how memory altering drugs work, I don't electrocution is enough to get em back

okay I tried my best but this is Pussy Counter x3 (I can't with these tense scenes) NOOOOO ITS A AUDITORY JUMPSCARE HOW COULD YOUUUUUUU ?????

*immediately starts beating the shit out of the doll* SEE he gets me

ALRIGHT SECOND JUMPSCARE WAS VISUAL ONE !!! I WIN !!! (hadn't looked up to the screen yet)

"the bad man from my room is here" *looks directly at the camera* yeah wonder who's fault is that

is adam like an investigative journalist ?

YEAH ! that didn't look like a hospital parking lot at all, where the fuck did he go

THAT'S WHY HE THREW THE THING IN THE TUB !!!!!! this movie is really good with it's little details <3

THE FUCKIN INTERN THAT WAS MAKING EYES AT HIM !!!!! I SAW HER !!!!!!

why would you pick up the phone ?????? no one's supposed to know you're here, dont pick up th fucking phone, dumbass

DETECTIVE TAPP ????? HOOOLY SHIIIT !!!!

okay I'm pretty sure we've talked about who's jigsaw and That's why I'm so sure it's the nurse from the beginning of the movie (also because he's the only other bitch here and they kinda already showed him)

okay im sorry but is NO ONE going to saw their foot off in this movie ? cmon y'all i was promised, there were DISEMBODIED FEET IN THE POSTER !!!!!!!

"we're out of time" well... I gave you a pretty easy solution 🙄

YESSSSSSSSSS !!!!! LETS GOOOOO ALI !!!!! MAKE IT UP TO US !!!!! SHOOT HIM IN THE DICK !!!!!!

im sick and tired of these people NOT incapacitating this man in some way

CMON TAPP WE GOT THIS !!!!!! YOU'RE FUCKED IN THE BRAIN BUT YOU GOT IT !!!!!

im sorry but the fucking chaos of the house scene and Gordon crying on the phone made me laugh a little bit, like yeah it sounds AWFUL FROM THAT END

JUST USE THE SHIRT LIKE YOU TOLD ADAM TO DO !!!! ITS A TINY LITTLE PHONE !!!! I MEANT TO GRAB THE PHONE DUMBASS

YESSSSSSSS HE'S DOING THE THING !!!!!

SAW OFF YOUR FOOT !! SAW OFF YOUR FOOT !! SAW OFF YOUR FOOT !!

IS HE GONNA KILL HIMSELF ???? OH SHIT ADAM NOOOOOOOOO

damn and your family was already fine, ALL OF THIS COULD'VE BEEN AVOIDED IF YOU PICKED THE DAMN PHONE WITH THE SHIRT LIKE YOU TOLD ADAM TO DO 3 HOURS AGO

YEEEAAAAHHH LETS GO ADAM !!!!!!! YESSSSSSS

"I'll go get help" ....what, are you gonna hop up the stairs ?

baby he is Not going far, you know that right?

OOOOOHHHH THIS WAS ALSO A GAME !!!!!!

*guy gets up from the ground*

WHAT ???? WHAT ???? WHAT ?????

WHAT THE FUCK ??....

"the key is in the bathtub" IT WAS IMPORTANT !!!!! FUUUUUUCK

im literally sitting here watching the credits go like 😧😧😧😧😧 what the fuck did I just watch (in a positive way somehow)

the second movie is only 1h30 long.... (it's now 8:30 pm) I could maybe watch it right now 🫣

[newstfionline]

Sunday, April 28, 2024

Student anti-war protesters dig in as faculties condemn university leadership over calling police (AP) Students protesting the Israel-Hamas war at universities across U.S., some of whom have clashed with police in riot gear, dug in Saturday and vowed to keep their demonstrations going, while several school faculties condemned university presidents who have called in law enforcement to remove protesters. As the death toll mounts in the war in Gaza, protesters nationwide are demanding that schools cut financial ties to Israel and divest from companies they say are enabling the conflict. The decisions to call in law enforcement, leading to hundreds of arrests nationwide, have prompted school faculty members at universities in California, Georgia and Texas to initiate or pass votes of no confidence in their leadership. They are largely symbolic rebukes, without the power to remove their presidents. But the tensions pile pressure on school officials, who are already scrambling to resolve the protests as May graduation ceremonies near.

Long lines form and frustration grows as Cuba runs short of cash (AP) Alejandro Fonseca stood in line for several hours outside a bank in Havana hoping to withdraw Cuban pesos from an ATM, but when it was almost his turn, the cash ran out. He angrily hopped on his electric tricycle and traveled several kilometers to another branch where he finally managed to withdraw some money after wasting the entire morning. Fonseca is one of an increasing number of frustrated Cubans who have to grapple with yet another hurdle while navigating the island’s already complicated monetary system—a shortage of cash. Long queues outside banks and ATM’s in the capital, Havana, and beyond start forming early in the day as people seek cash for routine transactions like buying food and other essentials. Experts say there are several reasons behind the shortage, all somehow related to Cuba’s deep economic crisis, one of the worst in decades.

King Charles to ease back into public role, three months after cancer diagnosis (Washington Post) Three months after his cancer diagnosis, Britain’s King Charles III will ease back into public engagements starting with a visit to a cancer-treatment center in London on Tuesday. “His Majesty’s treatment programme will continue, but doctors are sufficiently pleased with the progress made so far that The King is now able to resume a number of public-facing duties,” Buckingham Palace said in a statement Friday evening. “Forthcoming engagements will be adapted where necessary to minimise any risks to His Majesty’s continued recovery.”

Ahead of Olympics, a packed Paris prison braces for crowds of inmates (Reuters) A police crackdown that aims to clear a poor suburb of petty crime and street vendors before the Paris 2024 Olympics is putting pressure on an overcrowded prison operating at almost double its capacity. Villepinte is a grey, concrete detention centre in the suburb of Seine-Saint Denis. It lies 2.5 km from the Paris Arena Nord, set to host boxing and fencing competitions during the Games beginning on July 26. It is among the most crowded prisons in France. Opened in 1991, Villepinte takes prisoners from the busy Bobigny courthouse nearby for pre-trial detention and short sentences. “The penitentiary authority needs to prepare for the worst,” Eric Mathais, chief prosecutor at Bobigny, said in an interview. Reducing inmate numbers ahead of the Olympics is unrealistic, Mathais said. As of April 8, when Reuters visited Villepinte with local senator Corinne Narassiguin, there were 1,048 inmates for 582 places at the prison, according to director Pascal Spenle.

In Western Ukraine, a Community Wrestles With War Deaths (NYT) It was sunset when Maj. Kyrylo Vyshyvany of the Ukrainian Army stepped into the yard of his childhood home in Duliby, a village in western Ukraine, just after his younger brother, also a soldier, had been buried. Their mother was still crying in the living room. A few days after the funeral, in March 2022, he was killed in a Russian missile strike on a Ukrainian military base and buried next to his brother, Vasyl. The Vyshyvany brothers were the first deaths from Duliby and the surrounding community after Russia began its full-scale invasion on Feb. 24, 2022. Since then, 44 more Ukrainian soldiers from the area have been killed. For Duliby and its surrounding enclave of Khodoriv—total population around 24,000—waiting for the next solemn death notification and the funeral that follows has become a bitter routine. But even as the town meets and buries the fallen with modest ceremony, some neighbors are quietly weighing the price they are willing to pay for a war with no end in sight.

India votes in second phase of national elections (AP) Millions of Indians voted Friday in a moderate turnout in the second round of multi-phase national elections as Prime Minister Narendra Modi sought to galvanize voters with his assertive brand of Hindu nationalist politics. People lined up outside polling stations as voting opened at 7 a.m. local time and braved hot summer weather with temperatures soaring up to 42 degrees Celsius (107 Fahrenheit) in the afternoon. The election authority said in a statement that approximately 60.96% of 160 million eligible voters exercised their right to cast a ballot in the second round. Nearly 970 million voters—more than 10% of the world’s population—will elect 543 members to the lower house of Parliament for five years during the staggered election, which runs until June 1. The votes will be counted on June 4. There are a total of 28 states in India.

Asia’s next war could be triggered by a rusting warship on a disputed reef (Washington Post) In the most hotly contested waterway in the world, the risk of Asia’s next war hinges increasingly on a ramshackle ship past her time, pockmarked with holes, streaked with rust and beached on a reef. To buttress its claims in the South China Sea, the Philippines in 1999 deliberately ran aground a World War II-era landing ship on a half-submerged shoal, establishing the vessel as an outpost of the Philippine navy. The BRP Sierra Madre, which has remained on Second Thomas Shoal ever since, has now become the epicenter of escalating tensions between the Philippines and China—and a singular trip wire that could draw the United States into an armed conflict in the Pacific, say officials and security analysts. China claims the vast majority of the South China Sea and, in recent months, has ramped up efforts to prevent the Philippines from providing supplies to personnel aboard the Sierra Madre. Analysis of ship-tracking data and videos over the past year shows that Chinese coast guard and militia ships have repeatedly swarmed and collided with Philippine resupply vessels. The Chinese vessels have also increasingly deployed water cannons at close-range, at times disabling Philippine ships and injuring sailors. Any further escalation, warn Western and Philippine officials, could lead to open conflict. Biden administration officials have stressed that an armed attack on a Philippine military vessel, such as the Sierra Madre, would trigger a U.S. military response under a 1951 mutual defense treaty.

Israel’s Military Campaign Has Left Gaza’s Medical System Near Collapse (NYT) Before Israel’s invasion of Gaza last year, Dr. Mahmoud Al-Reqeb worked in one of the Palestinian territory’s largest hospitals and had a private clinic, caring for women throughout their pregnancies. Now, he lives in a plastic tent in Rafah, a Palestinian border town where roughly half of Gaza’s population has sought refuge, and treats patients for no charge in another tent. Living under Israeli bombardment, with shortages of food and clean water, the pregnant women he serves struggle to find basic safety and nourishment, let alone prenatal care. Since the Israeli military began bombarding Gaza six months ago following the Hamas-led Oct. 7 attack, its forces have wrecked entire hospitals, struck ambulances and killed or detained hundreds of health care workers. Israeli restrictions on goods entering Gaza have prevented lifesaving medical supplies from reaching patients, according to aid groups. And shortages of fuel, water and food have made it difficult for medical workers to provide basic services. The result has been the near collapse of a health care system that once served Gaza’s population of more than two million. By late March, of the 36 large-scale hospitals across Gaza, only 10 were “minimally functional,” according to the World Health Organization. Aid groups, researchers and international bodies have increasingly been calling Israel’s dismantling of Gaza’s medical capacity “systematic.”

A 100-degree heat wave in Gaza offers a sweltering glimpse of a tough summer to come (NPR) For two sweltering days this week, as temperatures topped 100 degrees Fahrenheit, Mohammad Ayash's tent had become unbearable. Like thousands of Palestinians, Ayash and his family have lived for months in a modest, hand-built tent after leaving their home to flee from Israel's seven-month military campaign. But the tent Ayash erected—a modest triangle built against a cinder block wall, its outer walls made of blankets and cloth—was meant for the cold, rainy nights of a Gaza winter, he said. To keep him and his family dry, he had lined the tent walls with plastic, the sheets held in place by wooden boards nailed together. In this week's heat, he said, wiping the sweat from his brow, it was even hotter inside the tent than outside. By Friday, the two-day heat wave had broken, and temperatures had returned to the 70s. But for Palestinians and aid workers alike, the high heat served as a preview of a summer to come—during which the punishing heat will weigh daily on every facet of what has become normal life in the besieged Gaza Strip.

In war-battered Gaza, residents grow angry with Hamas (Washington Post) More than six months into the war in Gaza and with dimming hopes for a cease-fire deal, Palestinians there are growing more critical of Hamas, which some of them blame for the months-long conflict that has destroyed the territory—and their lives. The war has displaced most of the Gaza Strip’s population, killed tens of thousands of people and pushed the enclave toward famine, its infrastructure in ruins. The Israeli military waged a punishing campaign to eliminate Hamas after the group, which ruled Gaza for 17 years, attacked Israel on Oct. 7. But while the majority of Palestinians in Gaza blame Israel for their suffering, according to polling conducted in March, they also appear to be turning their ire toward the militants. In interviews with more than a dozen residents of Gaza, people said they resent Hamas for the attacks in Israel and—war-weary and desperate to fulfill their basic needs—just want to see peace as soon as possible.

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POLICE REPORT THIS MORNING: A St. Paul University employee and Tricycle Driver fatally gunned down from an Unidentified Assailant in Sibulan town

(Written by Andrea Davenport / Regional Correspondent and Crime Specialist of Disney XD News)

SIBULAN, NEGROS ORIENTAL -- In a shocking incident that has left the community in mourning as Roque Silorio Pallalos, an employee of St. Paul University and a tricycle driver from San Jose, Negros Oriental was brutally gunned down by an unknown assailant on Monday morning at 6am (January 8th, 2024 -- Sibulan local time). The incident occurred at Purok Maisdaon, Brgy. Looc, Sibulan, the said province.

Police Major named Ricky Dacotdacot, chief of the local police in Sibulan reported that Mr. Pallalos was driving his pedicab towards Dumaguete City with his 6 y/o son, when they reached 'Sitio Mainit' in Brgy. Looc. It was there that an unidentified suspect on a motorcycle opened fire, fatally shooting Mr. Pallalos at the base of his body and skull, as attested by local witnesses.

(PHOTO COURTESY: DYBW-FM 89.5mhz's BNFM: Dumaguete via FB PHOTO)

Despite the sudden attack, Mr. Pallalos managed to drive his Pedicab Body #087 approximately 100 meters away from the crime scene before succumbing to his injuries. His son, who was with him during the incident, escaped unharmed. The motive behind the murder remains unknown as the investigation in Sibulan town is still ongoing.

Mr. Pallalos, a legal-age married man hailing from Brgy. Basiao, San Jose, Negros Oriental was en route to St. Paul University in Brgy. Bantayan, National Highway, Dumaguete City, Negros Oriental. The assailant's brazen act has not only claimed a life but also traumatized Pallalos's young son, who will now commute to the elementary school alone.

San Jose Mayor (Mel Nick Logronio) expressed his shock and concern on social media saying in part: "The brazen nature of his murder and the shocking fact a child witnessed the attack are cause for grave concern. I demand that the Provincial Government fulfill their promise to create a peaceful Negros Oriental by taking immediate action to end the spree of unsolved shootings that have plagued our province", he said in a local press statement via Facebook post (who is owned by Meta Platforms Inc.).

(CONTRIBUTED FB PHOTOS)

As a result of this dramatic tragedy events of the shooting incident in Sibulan town, classes at St. Paul University have yet to be temporarily suspended until early this week, providing an opportunity for the community to cope with the sorrow of losing a cherished member. Local authorities are urging anyone with information related to the incident may come forward and to assist in the ongoing investigation.

The incident has sparked renewed worries about the increasing count of unresolved shootings in the province, leading to demands for prompt measures to guarantee the community's safety of the Negrosanon people. As the investigation unfolds, the community anxiously awaits justice for Mr. Roque Silorio Pallalos, while grappling with the reality that their streets may no longer be as safe as they once believed in the worst city of Gentle People.

SCREENGRAB COURTESY: DYBW-FM 89.5mhz's Brigada News FM: Dumaguete via FB LIVE VIDEO

SOURCE: *https://www.facebook.com/100064003033390/videos/286479931084173 [Referenced FB LIVE VIDEO #1 via DYBW-FM 89.5mhz's BNFM: Dumaguete] *https://www.facebook.com/100064003033390/videos/704078258466444 [Referenced FB LIVE VIDEO #2f via DYBW-FM 89.5mhz's BNFM: Dumaguete] *https://www.facebook.com/100064003033390/videos/1505749753622034 [Referenced FB VIDEO via DYBW-FM 89.5mhz's BNFM: Dumaguete] *https://www.facebook.com/100064003033390/posts/800586092084818 [Referenced FB News Article via DYBW-FM 89.5mhz's BNFM: Dumaguete] *https://www.facebook.com/100077560988373/posts/401659569096073 [Referenced FB News Article via DWFH-FM 97.7mhz's K5 News FM: Dumaguete] *https://www.facebook.com/100064930805130/posts/762524452588575 [Referenced FB News Article via DYYD-FM 106.3mhz's Yes! The Best: Dumaguete] *https://www.facebook.com/100050525859486/posts/1080897486425867 [Referenced FB News Article via Ron Lee Peñez of DYIK-FM 94.3: CityLite FM Tanjay for Aksyon Balita] *https://www.facebook.com/100063485390165/posts/901447551981416 [Referenced FB Captioned Post via San Jose Mayor: Mayor Mel Nick Logronio] and *https://www.facebook.com/100095231837352/posts/211599688691091 [Referenced FB Captioned Post via St. Paul University - Dumaguete]

-- OneNETnews Team

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So. It turns out having a full dinner before going bar hopping can actually be a bad thing?

Ok normally when I drink I eat salty snacks. I will go ham on cheezits. I will commit misdemeanors for cheezits. But my grandparents were in town and they bought us really good Mexican food and I got carne asada and their marinade was out of this world and anyway I ate a little too much.

So then I go out drinking with one of my brothers and his girlfriend (she is, btw, generally dangerous to drink with bc she likes shots) and I have like 3 beers and a tequila shot right before the 3rd beer. And I’m not eating cheezits or pickles or jerky or anything bc I’m too full. And after that 3rd beer I start feeling kinda off and sad bc I always loose gross motor coordination p quick when I drink bc I’m absolutely failing at playing cornhole. Note: cornhole is like horseshoes but with beanbags so the throwing technique is different. Yes it sounds like a sex act and no texans don’t care. Anyway I gradually start feeling kind of sick and awful and sort of like I’ve got heat stroke except it’s 1 am so it’s like 80 degrees out and dark except for the bar’s fluorescents so I know it’s not actually heatstroke, I just drank too much liquid and my salt levels are low bc they got diluted.

The worst is part is that knowing what’s going on doesn’t actually stop your brain from going into weepy drunk mode and oversharing about your childhood trauma loud enough to clear out the entire bar. (Admittedly, my brother was there for the entirety of said childhood trauma except for the five years when he literally wasn’t born, and he got it worse than me bc our parents thought he was possessed by demons. Fuck Christianity btw and actually Diocletian didn’t persecute them enough. His girlfriend wasn’t, though, and didn’t really deserve to have to hear me go on about that.) And then I get the worst case of hiccups, which slows me down some but doesn’t entirely manage to shut me up, and then the bar closes bc it’s 2 am and they legally have to, and probably none of us should have been driving but mu brother is semi professional BMX so if anyone’s qualified to drive after 2 beers he is (note: I should not drive so much as a safety style kiddie tricycle after 2 beers, let alone after 3 beers, a shot, and acute salt deficiency. The only reason I have legible handwriting even when sober is because of viet cong level torture involving zaner bloser workbooks), so anyway I’m apologizing the entire way home and literally the only reason I’m not crying is bc I can’t breathe properly when I cry so I’ve trained myself not to…

So anyway I get home, realize that I can’t remember when I actually opened the jars of various pickles in my fridge and I really don’t want to risk botulism, and I swear I’ve got an unopened jar of gherkins in my pantry but I can’t find it bc I’m that fucked up, so in a move that would give the FDA apoplexy, I grab my salt canister and pour about a teaspoon under my tongue without even measuring.

So like, you know what you’re supposed to do with diabetics if their sugar gets to low? Yeah. I did that with salt. And it worked about as dramatically.

Sublingual absorption is fast. I got this salt under my tongue. And in about 5 seconds my brain is already clearing a bit but my frenulum is starting to get a chemical burn. Also that was probably slightly too much salt. So I grab a mug and rinse the salt down with water.

15 seconds after that, bc I dissolved most of the salt with the water and bc the human stomach and intestines have special subconscious sensors for how much salt you’ve got in you, I’m my normal happy drunk self thatI usually am after 4 standard drinks. Like, I’m still drunk as fuck, but I love everyone and I text my brother and his girlfriend to tell them I’m ok and send them about 50 heart emojis.

Tl:dr if you’re drinking and you start to feel inexplicably sad, ask your bartender for a spoonful of salt and a water bottle. And if you’re a bartender, keep salt around and offer it to sad drunks.

Also, be smarter than me and order vodka pickle juice after your second drink even if you’re really craving hops.

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"BOY, 7, DISCOVERED IN BED BLOOD-SMEARED AND FILTHY," Toronto Star. September 17, 1943. Page 2. ---- Frank Newton, Father, Committed for Trial on Assault Charge ---- TERRIBLE BRUISES --- "A" Police Court, City Hall. Magistrate Menzies. One of the worst cases of alleged assault to be aired in court for some years was outlined when Frank Newton appeared on a charge of assaulting his seven-year-old son, Graham Newton, causing him actual bodily harm.

Accused was prepared to plead guilty, but Crown Attorney McFad- den suggested to court this plea be not accepted and that his worship had the power, after hearing cer- tain evidence, to commit accused for trial.

After hearing evidence of Dr. A. Cooper and Miss K. Mabee, Children's Aid society, Magistrate Menzies sent Newton on for trial in a higher court.

Dr. A. Cooper testified the Newton lad was brought into the Hospital for Sick Children on Sept. 2.

"He was rather badly beaten up." said witness. "He could not see out of his left eye, nor use his left band. and could not walk on account of pain. He was covered in dirt and dry blood from head to toe. There were bruises on every inch of his body, and cuts on his head, upper lip and foot.

"The bruises on his back and abdomen were severe. His left wrist was fractured and is still bothering him. His injuries were extensive and very painful."

In answer to Crown Attorney McFadden, the doctor said the injuries could not be caused by a fall, and that they were consistent with being kicked.

"I was sent to accused's home on Eastern Ave." said Miss Mahee. "I entered the house with a police officer and was ordered out by accused. I told him that as an officer of the Children's Aid society, I had a right to admission if I thought a neglected child or beaten child was in the house. He admitted beating the child because he was a bad boy. We could not find the child for some time. Finally we found him in a bed, naked, covered in blood and filthy. He could not speak or open his eyes. We took the boy to the hospital."

In sending Newton on for trial, his worship said the injuries described were serious and warranted a trial in a higher court.

Without plea or election, William Lake. Hector LeBlanc, alias John Rivers, and Stanley Scrafield, appearing on charges of armed robbery, shooting with intent and other charges, were remanded until Sent. 23. No bail was set.

Charges arose as the result of the robbery of the Bank of Montreal Royce Ave. Sept. 1. when $12549 was taken and the manager, R. Purton, shot at with a machine-gun.

LeBlanc and Lake are also charged with robbing D. Goodman on Aug. 11 of a quantity of jewelry, theft. and Scrafield is charged with receiving some of the jewelry, knowing it to have been stolen. Lake in addition is faring two charges of theft of motor cars, two charges of receiving motor cars and two charges of false pretences in volving about $1,200.

Floyd Robinson admitted having drugs illegally and was sent to jail for, one year and in addition was fined $200 or three months. He was arrested by P.C. Huxley, R.C.M.P. in a house en Shuter St. "When he was searched, a quantity of mor ing phine was found." said P.C. Huxley.

Up for sentence on charges of housebreaking and theft, Russell Madden, who has a record, was given six months on each charge to run concurrently. Mrs. Madden, wife of accused, testified that her husband would not work and that she kicked him out.

In fining Leo Stringer $100 or 30 days for making a false statement while applying for a gasoline A.A. ration book. his worship said: "This is a war measure and we are are fighting for our very existence."

Evidence of Constable Graham, RCMP, was that accused applied for and received an A. A. book on April 2. "On July 2 another person applied for and received an A.A. book for the same car,' said witness. 'On July 27, accused made an application for an A. A. book on the car and swore that he did not have a previous AA. book."

Convicted of stealing a tricycle, Sidney J. Cawley, who has a had record, including similar convictions of bicycle stealing, was sentenced to six months.

YOUTH IS JAILED ---- "B" Police Court, at City Hall, Magistrate Browne. Appearing for sentense on a charge of receiving a club bag and some clothing, Hugh Connelly, 14, of prior good character, was sentenced to a month in jail. The goods had not been recovered.

A month in jail was the penalty given Frank Hansen, a youth, who previously pleaded guilty of theft of a girl's coat from a car at Sunnyside.

Convicted of attempted theft of the car of J. H. Pridham at Sunnyside, Joseph Walker, who had been in prior trouble, was sentenced to six months.

STEALS COAL, JAILED ---- County Police Court, County Buildings. Magistrate Keith. "Shortweight coal is a serious thing said Magistrate Keith in sentencing John Doherty to three months imprisonment on a charge of theft of 950 pounds of coal. Accused pleaded guilty of attempted theft.

Sergt. Turner. York township police, said accused was instructed to deliver to a Mr. Marks. "He delivered part of the coal to a woman he met in a restaurant," he testified. The woman had ordered the coal from him rather than through the proper channels.

Crown Counsel Guardhouse read accused's record.

Up for sentence on a charge of stealing a bicycle from Brian McGillvery, Bruce Sheppard received a suspended sentence, with a warning.

Alexander Lamont, an employee of the DeHavilland plant, pleaded not guilty of making statements likely to prejudice recruiting and likely to cause disaffection among his majesty's subjects. John E. Archibald, another employee, testified that last spring while in a washroom with other men he had heard a man make remarks about Downing St. and Canadian soldiers overseas.

"I am pretty nearly sure Lamont is the man who made the statements witness said. "I don't know anybody else who looks like him Archibald said he was five or six feet from the man when the statements were made.:

As another witness failed to appear and a bench warrant was requested, the case was adjourned.

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It's astounding how many times I think about terrible scenarios that could absolutely happen to me and it IMMEDIATELY happens please make it stop

[rock-and-roll-hell]

August 17, 1996

Monsters of Rock - Castle Donington, England

"For one thing the performance is showing its age. Nowadays, Paul Stanley has to preface 'Cold Gin' with the '90s admonition not to drink and drive, and watching Ace Frehley or Peter Criss embark on a lengthy party-piece is a timely reminder of why solos went out with the turn of the decade. Added to which, an over-rehearsed sterility creeps into the performance -- there's no chemistry between the band members, with Ace in particular looking like he's just going through the motions" (Heavy Hard Music Monthly, 11/96).

"KIϟϟ, the Peter Pans of Rock, stole the show with their rock 'n' roll showmanship -- fireworks, personalized helicopters, painted faces and zany costumes. Together with Ozzy Osbourne, they took on the new breed of yell-it-with-attitude metal merchants. And complete with painted faces and high-heeled boots, the headline act lived up to their billing for the 50,500 rockers who made the pilgrimage to Donington" (Derby Evening Telegraph, 8/19/97).

 "Time stands still and dinosaurs rule the earth at Castle Donington's annual rockfest: heavy metal, isolated and supreme, returns to make a lot of noise for the benefit of 50,000 beer bellies squeezed into denims and band-emblazoned black T-shirts. Who better to headline such an even than KIϟϟ and Ozzy Osbourne... KIϟϟ still looked like refugees from the world's worst S&M club. Originally part of Neil Bogart's Casablanca empire -- also responsible for unleashing Donna Summer and Midnight Express upon the world -- the once took trash rock and glitter frenzy to its illogical heights... The bassist spat blood and fire, the guitars shot sparks, they strode on platforms the size of tricycles and had more lights than Blackpool. Their loud, empty songs, all fat choruses and cartoon leer, avoided the choler of the younger bands, preferring to keep things at groin level. I fear KIϟϟ, truly monsters of rock, will still be around to haunt us come the millennium" (The Guardian, 8/21/96).

The day prior to this show Eric Singer and Bruce Kulick issued a press-release announcing their respective departures from KIϟϟ due to the success of the Reunion tour and likelihood of an extended, if not permanent, layoff from their line-up of the band.

KIϟϟ technically shared co-headlining billing with Ozzy for the 1996 Monsters of Rock festival but was the final act to perform due to size and complexity of their stage-show. The Evening Telegraph review of August 19 notes 50,500 fans attending.

 "Rock Bottom," "New York Groove," and "Beth" were dropped from the set.

[phantasmiafxndom]

Not to mention the main girl has radioactive yellow piss eyes

Hey, we appreciate Haruka here. >:( Also, that girl has every right to look dead inside. She's dealing with the perpetual insanity of the eighteen idiots around her, as seen in— 

I don't know about you, but if two middle-aged men (named Shining and Raging, for fuck's sake) kidnapped me and started violently circling me while on child-sized tricycles, I'd be a little done with that shit too. XD Haruka needs a nap and normal friends.

And if we're talking about piss-colored things, have you seen the Tokyo Revengers boys? I'm actively refusing to watch the anime because half of them have the WORST piss-blonde bleached hair ever. The hairstyles in that series are terrible, in general, but that shade of blonde is where I draw a line.

Btw, I'm not mad. Just being silly~

[ghostofscarley]

Visiting Hours

Adrian Pucey x Reader

Inspired by 'Visiting Hours' - Ed Sheeran

*adrian's POV*

i wish that heaven

had visiting hours

so i could just show up

and bring the news

that she's getting older

dear y/n,

it's been a year now and i can't say that it's getting any easier. today marks the day that the newest light of our lives was bestowed to us, before the light of my life was ripped away from mine.

today, our littlest girl turned one and yet you're not here.

and it just doesn't feel right.

she's getting older and her mumma isn't here to see it.

y/n, i miss you so much.

and i wish that you'd met her

the things that she'll learn from me

i got them all from you

it's remarkable just how much she's grown in such little time.

it feels like time went by really quick. and then i think about you, and it seems like it's been forever.

3:17pm on march 28th, 2010. birth complications. you leaving me, leaving us, and yet even then you looked so beautiful.

norah, we named her.

it's been a year and she knows how to crawl and reach for things.

her first word was 'mama'.

and i have never felt more proud. she deserves to know just how amazing the woman who holds the title of her mother was.

my only wish being that you were here beside me to watch as she grows, to see what she she has achieved in the time she's been here, how everything ive taught her thus far, i learnt from you.

can i just stay a while and we'll put all the world to rights

the little ones will grow and i'll drink your favourite wine

it's really hard to find the will to wake up in the morning, did you know that y/n?

it's becoming difficult to find the right words to say. i feel like i can't talk to you anymore since you aren't physically here and it terrifies me because this is my safe space and it feels like i'm losing it. it terrifies me because i don't want to forget about you.

our group of four continue to grow older. noah and novah both started year 2, they turn 8 this year. nehemiah learnt to ride his new tricycle that your mother gifted him, i reckon he'll be able to fly a broom in no time. and our little princess, norah. she seems to resemble you even more every day. definitely would've been a mumma's girl.

i also started drinking moscato. i'm not one to settle down for muggle alcohol but i now see why you loved it so much.

it's sweet and bubbly, just like you were.

i wish that heaven had visiting hours

so i could just swing by and ask your advice

y/n, i need your advice.

how does a widowed father of four explain to his pair of eldest where their mother went and why she isn’t coming back.

how does he explain that they won't be seeing her for a while. how does he look them in their eyes as he relays if not the worst message possible.

y/n, what do i do?

what would you do in my situation

i haven't a clue how i'd even raise them

what would you do

cause you always do what's right

noah came up to me today, begging to know about his mother and where she is.

y/n, what do i tell him?

you always knew what to do, no matter the situation.

what would you say to him?

and how can i avoid it?

does that make me a horrible father?

does that make me a horrible husband?

i wish you were still here lovie, i'm so lost without you.

lovie

it's been some time since i've even thought about that name.

because mine has left me.

can we just talk a while until my worries disappear

i'd tell you that i'm scared of turning out a failure

do you remember how we would always sneak up to the astronomy towers, trying our best to stop giggling as we tripped up the stairs, trying our best to not get caught by filch. and we would stay for a while, talking about our day, talking about our classes, talking about our friends. and it was then that all the worries i had disappeared.

it was always like that with you; you really did take away all the stress that accumulated once the exam period hit.

and i guess that's why i'm scared. love, it's been real stressful without you here and i feel like i'm failing as a father and as a protector.

you'd say, "remember that the answer's in the love that we create"

i remember when we first had noah and novah, i held the same fear i do now; the fear that i'd never be enough for them. that i'd never be the strong father figure they need. that i had been no help to you whatsoever.

but then i remember the words you had muttered to me the night we finally brought them home from st mungo's.

you had told me that if i ever questioned myself, that i would be able to find the answer in the love that we had created. that they wouldn't be here without the both of us.

and i remember the last promise i ever made to you. i promised that i would take care of them with all of my heart, so that they'd be healthy and right for when they see their mumma next. and boy have they come so far.

i wish that heaven had visiting hours

and i would ask them if i could take you home

i wish i could walk up to the gates of heaven in search for you, lovie. poor old adrian pucey may only be a former chaser, but he can still ride a broom, i'll tell you that much. just send me a sign and i'll be there as soon as i can. and i'd bring you back home so that we can all be together again. little norah can meet her mother, and novah, noah and nehemiah can reconnect with her.

just send a sign and i'll bring you back to me.

but i know what they'd say, that it's for the best

so i will live life the way you taught me

and make it on my own

i know. it's delusional to think that you'd be coming back anytime soon, but a man can dream i guess. he can dream before even thinking about the thought of letting go, because, no i'm not letting go.

but lovie. i think i'm ready to move on. i think, i need to focus on the kids more. and my love, i'm not forgetting about you completely. because you'll always be there, in our hearts.

and i will close the door but i will open up my heart

and everyone i love will know exactly who you are

i'll never forget you and your beautiful smile, and your warm eyes and your dazzling personality.

i could never.

and i'll continue to tell others of your story because i could never get sick of it; your story really is my favourite to tell.

and everyone will know just how amazing you were and they'd remember every lasting detail as i recount it over and over.

our kids will remember you as the loving woman you always were.

our friends will remember you as the kind, sweet girl who wore her hufflepuff robes with pride and a smile.

and i will forever remember you as the love of my life, who was taken away too early.

cause this is not goodbye, it is just until we meet again

so much has changed since you've been away

... and then she blew out her big, pink candle as the room erupted into cheers. they all cheered for our girl. i wish you were there to see it.

but alas, the day came to an end, and.. so has this letter.

in the time span of a year, so much has changed and it hurts that you weren't here to witness it.

and although i'd give anything to have you back, i know that you're out there somewhere, watching over us.

so my love, i'm not sure when i'll write to you next, but just know.. that while we may not need you anymore, we'll never stop loving you. and that's a promise.

i hope the skies above is treating you well and you continue to smile down on us.

until next time,

your lover,

adrian pucey <3

@emso12 @lilyswh0re @limerenze @loverssfevers @cobrakaisb @thiswitchyweirdo

[un2-verse]

BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)

Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?

Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader

genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!

wordcount: 2.2k

taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine

a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!

series masterlist

part one part two

The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.

Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.

It was the only face behind the killings.

But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.

“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”

“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”

You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.

You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.

“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”

You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.

“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”

“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.

A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”

Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.

You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.

“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”

Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.

You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.

It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.

For the first time in forever, you looked alive.

Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.

“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”

Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.

You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”

Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”

The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.

You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.

Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.

He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.

Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.

This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.

It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.

The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.

After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.

Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.

They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.

A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.

A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.

Billy.

Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”

A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”

With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”

The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.

“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”

He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.

“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.

“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.

“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”

The subject's face dropped.

“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”

“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”

The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.

“What is this? What fucking game?”

“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”

“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”

A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”

“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”

He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.

A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”

Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”

Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.

Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.

He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.

That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?

[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]