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o-kurwa · 7 months
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ausetkmt · 2 months
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Family of Massachusetts Black Man Murdered in Racially Motivated Road Rage Incident Upset Over Perpetrator’s Sentence
The family of a Massachusetts Black man killed in a racially motivated road rage incident is upset about the perpetrator's recent sentence, which they view as too lenient — even though it is life.
Dean Kapsalis, 56, was sentenced to life with the possibility of parole after 15 years on Wednesday for second-degree murder, violation of constitutional rights causing serious bodily injury, assault and battery by means of a dangerous weapon causing serious bodily injury and leaving the scene after causing injury.
The charges stem from the death of 34-year-old Henry Tapia in January 2021, WCVB reported.
Belmont police responded to a report that a man had been struck by a vehicle. First responders found Tapia suffering from life-threatening injuries. He was taken to Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston and later died from his injuries.
Investigators learned that Kapsalis and Tapia got into an argument on the street because Kapsalis did not use a turn signal. As Tapia walked back to his vehicle, Kapsalis said a racial slur. Kaspalis got back into his vehicle and struck Tapia.
"Language like that is disgraceful, and I'm very ashamed of myself for using such horrible words," Kapsalis said during the sentencing.
Tapia was dragged a short distance by the truck before Kaspalis fled the scene.
Kaspalis' fiancée said she witnessed the incident and both men used hateful language.
Tapia's girlfriend, Courtney Morton, said their 6-year-old son worries that he might experience hate someday.
"My son has to serve a life sentence without his father due to the actions of this man," she said.
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Tapia's family said they were hoping for a tougher sentence, meaning no parole.
"But I know there is something more important than this. And it's the justice of heaven, the justice of God," Miosotis Morel, Tapia's mother, said.
Kaspalis apologized to the family at the sentencing.
"The apology didn't sound that sincere, but eventually we can find it in our hearts to forgive him," Raul Felipe, Tapia's cousin, told NBC Boston. "But it’s going to be a long process."
Kaspalis' defense team previously tried to have the conviction reduced to manslaughter, but they were unsuccessful.
Kaspalis has a long history of violations behind the wheel, including seven crashes and 18 speeding tickets, according to NBC Boston. His license has been suspended 10 times.
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rubyatarah · 2 years
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car seat headrest said it best when they were like it doesnt have to be like this it doesnt have to be like thiiis it doesnt have to be like this killer whales killer whales aaaaaaaaaa aaaa eeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaaaAHAAA aaa aa aaa aaaa aaaaallleeeessss aaahhh yeahhhyeahh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah whaaaaaalesssss thats exactly what i was thinking right now
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bighermie · 1 year
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geniussloci · 1 year
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Car Seat Headrest// Drunk Drivers
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dabkandabdab · 2 months
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Beware of dangerous drivers - Dubai White Land Cruiser, V 21587. Drunk male driver with obese wife. Tailgated me and then proceeded to block the road in front of me, changing lanes each time I changed lanes and making sudden stops to intentionally cause a car accident.
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nakeddeparture · 1 year
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Bridgetown, Barbados. Roland Rowe will get the job done? No. Roland can’t tell no one to come back!
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This article is a joke! Naked!!
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goofy little guys
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dirtyangel3280 · 2 years
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Police continue to target young drivers after another four caught drunk
Police continue to target young drivers after another four caught drunk
Operation Scoreboard will target impaired drivers during the four-day long weekend (more…)
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lewdo · 5 months
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Lando Norris arriving at the paddock on Thursday ahead of the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix weekend
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mediumgayitalian · 23 days
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whoever sent me that road trip au ask about fergalicious….tumblr fucking ate it. i was answering it and the app crashed and it’s nowhere to be found. i’m devastated. it was so so correct. please know you were right
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ferociouscharm · 4 months
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my dad is like “this show is depressing you can feel the desolation and isolation, the whiteness is just so oppressive.”
He meant all the ice not the cold boys
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vimbry · 3 months
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it's sad how many reviews and stuff around tmbg seem to centre linnell as the sole dark and creepy writer of the band, never really crediting flansburgh too. do "hide away folk family," "dirt bike," "rabid child," "black ops," "cloisonné" mean nothing to them, smh.
#tmbg#this rigid dichotomy they tend to get forced into even tho linnell has written some happier songs and flansburgh plenty horrific ones#I'll be honest tho. I fully went into tmbw-interp-tab conspiracy when I first heard ''sleeping in the flowers'' lmao#I thought that song was about somebody getting murdered#the title seemed like a euphemism to me#it's actually. according to flansburgh. just about getting high in central park#and it's inspired by itchycoo park by the small faces which I knew and loved before and it's GREAT go listen to that. it's '60s psychedelia#so the lyrics are prob fantasising about spending time with the crush and essentially playfully talking sweet nothings together#bc they're stoned and in love#but honestly I thought ''you proclaim that you're an island. I proclaim that I'm one too''#''I declare that I am england. you declare that I have drowned''#sounded to me like someone trying to get away and be alone but the other person not getting the hint#esp bc the narrator introduces themself as not wanting to be ''known as the creep''#the part about getting a ride home with a drunk guy ''who showed me how to spin my head round and round''#sounded like the driver helping them get their story straight/take their mind off it#and the narrator feels they came across as ungrateful about their advice in their shocked state#plus the way the instrumental between the verses and chorus changes from fuzzy and gritty to lighthearted brass#like it's catching you off-guard#but it's not about any of that it's about being high#anyway none of that is an example of a genuinely creepy flansburgh song but
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webdiggerxxx · 17 days
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mymreaderlibrary · 5 months
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Hey buddy, gotta say, fucking LOVE your old man yaoi post with price and reader. It's also one of my favorite things and shit if you'd like could you write more about them? Like I need these two old men to finally own up and kiss damnit 😭
I wanted to get this out way earlier but ANYWAYS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AAAAGHHGH I honestly wanted to write about it a lil more but I wasn’t sure. I hope this is good, no beta cause I’m a looney toons of a writer who’s stubborn as hell.
[old friends to lovers, slight angst, injury ment, laswell is so fuckin annoyed by being the only smart person, use of y/n though they’re kinda treated more like an oc sorry, the ramblings continue]
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They didn't speak of the night before, but they honestly didn't have to. Y/n and Price could tell their feelings were mutual, or at least stronger than a typical friendship, but instead they chose to be stopped by an invisible road block.
For y/n it was the feeling of lost time. They weren't young anymore, they didn't have the energy nor time for things like relationships and... well he wasn't sure if Price would want to be stuck with an old fart like himself. Price aged in a way that'd make any man jealous meanwhile y/n? Not so much. He was greying, his bones ached more often than not, he spent half of his time drinking shitty liquor that made his teeth reek, and, as much as he hates to admit it, he's just not handsome anymore. Price deserved to be with someone who still had life to them. Maybe a spunky military gal who could keep him on his toes or private operative with an infinite list of missions to complete. What he didn't need, however, was someone who already had their chance and wasted it. Y/n should've told him just how much Price meant to him, how much he envied the people who got to stay by his side. He should've searched for him, got on his hands and knees and begged to come with. Convince whoever had them separated to change their mind. He didn't care if he still went through the same pain he did when he was alone, if he had to amputate his own damn leg again, or deal with the loss of his parents one more time. As long as he could've done it by Price's side he would've been happy or at the very least satisfied. But that was the past and the current y/n could never catch up to the man Price had become.
However for Price it was guilt. He remembered the days that y/n and him felt invincible. Like every little thing was just a stepping stone in their grand journey to glory. No matter the pain they persevered, found solutions where others would've given up, made names for themselves amongst crowds of soldiers all baring the same purpose. Too bad those names couldn't stop them from being split up, from losing their friends, their families, from being sent all across the world with no way of knowing if the other was even alive. Those names couldn't stop y/n from losing his entire calf... (Price hated that he only knew of his friends injury due a rumor involved with y/n's discharge). Y/n shouldn't even be here, his time in the military was over, he paid his penance, he should be at home watching tv on a leather couch with a beer in hand. Nothing on the mind but whatever sore loser couldn't figure out tonight's Jeopardy categories. But no, Price had to go and drag him out from retirement, right back onto the front lines. Straight back into trouble. Even if he wasn't on the field that didn't mean he was away from risk. His mere association with the 141 planted a target on his back that wouldn’t be removed by simply walking away. Price didn't feel he deserved y/n's affection not when all he ever did was put him in danger.
So they both stayed like that, infinitely stubborn, hellishly avoidant, and not nearly as sly as they thought. The 141 didn't have a full understanding of what was going on between the two, but they could tell there was some unfinished business. Gaz thought maybe one of them slighted the other and neither have taken the step to apologize for it. Soap thought y/n perhaps betrayed Price and that's why he's missing part of his leg. Ghost had... almost the right idea, thinking there was a strange tinge of romantic tension between the two though he assumed it was from something like a love triangle. Maybe y/n and Price loved the same woman and had some unfinished rivalry? Regardless, it was not his problem so much as it didn’t effect the mission.
Laswell however, she knew. She wouldn't have the position she did if information like this just flew past her radar. She knew of their history, she saw how they reacted to one another. Laswell wasn't blind for god's sake, in fact she felt like the only one with eyes at the moment. She wasn't so crass as to demand them to make up and get it over with, but having no one to complain to was definitely testing her patience. Instead she stuck to subtly, casually chatting with Price about y/n and dropping questions in regards to their past missions together and how close they were, hoping to make some wheels turn in his rusted head. She wasn't gonna do more than that however, they were two grown men and if they couldn’t figure it out that was their problem. Could they just be a little more subtle though?
It took until a, quite literally, explosive scenario for them to finally get it together. A bullet had gotten lodged into Price's shoulder after an enemy made a lucky shot. It was far from the worst thing the Captain had faced but it still wasn't great, hurt like a bitch for one. And secondly it seemed to send y/n into a spiral. He was practically fuming when Price got back, going on some sort of rant about hygiene and wound care. Y/n demanded to be the one to dress Price's shoulder with a tone that had the others knowing they were not invited to watch unless they wanted to join in on the incoming lecture. And lecture he did, through the whole process Price could barely get a word in. Y/n paced and raved, threw his arms in the air and even knocked over supplies on accident. He was a complete mess and it wasn't until y/n was literally out breath that the Captain could finally speak.
An explanation of what happened was given, it was just luck (bad luck in regards to Price) that he got hit. This wasn’t overly common and the team knew how to deal with these wounds. Everything was okay, it was going to be fine. This just came with the job, risks were inevitable.
They were quiet, looking at each other and letting the silence permeate the room. Price reached his hand out to touch y/n’s but was caught off guard as the other man suddenly leaned it. Knocking his head against Price’s good shoulder and breathing heavily, y/n shuddered a silent cry. A plead for Price to be safe. Whatever false version of safety he could promise, just please don’t die out there.
The Captain raised his outstretched hand to cup the back of y/n’s head, running a thumb over the stubbled hair. Letting his hand slide to his face and pushing him back just an inch.
Another moment of silence. Hearts beating like rabbits.
“You gonna actually do something or do I-“
Price shut him up as quickly as he could. It was clumsy, a bit shaky, and definitely desperate, but the moment their lips touched it felt like pure ecstatic relief. Relief that this was finally happening, relief that the invisible barrier they built around each other was so weak, but mostly relief that those moments, all those touches and lingering stares weren’t for nothing.
They breathed in each others scent, something they’ve come to know so well and yet in this moment it felt brand new, and infinitely stronger. The spice of a cigar, the sting of sweat, and- oh right, sterile wipes. Price was left to chuckle awkwardly and y/n backed away. Any childish excitement felt would have to wait but at the very least they had this.
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spacemancharisma · 9 months
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me: ok I’m gonna play some csh to pass the time while I’m having an insomnia episode that’ll be a chill vibe
me two songs and 20 minutes later, sobbing:
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