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cyarsk52-20 · 2 months

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#Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean #Sometimes its your own folks💔.#Charles is lucky to be alive.#Janae and Jennifer literally dodged a bullet.#Praying🙏🏾for Miss Robbie.#SweetiePies #TimNorman

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90363462 · 1 month

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#Sometimes its your own folks💔.#Charles is lucky to be alive.#Janae and Jennifer literally dodged a bullet.#Praying🙏🏾for Miss Robbie.#SweetiePies #TimNorman #Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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cyarskaren52 · 2 months

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That spirit was felt as soon as he had camera time. We new he wasn’t right!! The hips don’t lie - Shakira

Like there’s something demonic about a man who is the body equivalent of a mullet: man on top, thick woman hips and all at the bottom. Mullets are for hairdos not bodies

#Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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kcyars189 · 2 months

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#Sometimes its your own folks💔.#Charles is lucky to be alive.#Janae and Jennifer literally dodged a bullet.#Praying🙏🏾for Miss Robbie.#SweetiePies #TimNorman #Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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qiinamii · 9 months

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"Xiao does things" (and friends) twitter log part 2

-- UPDATE: removed some of the arts to make its own individual post since I am bad at organizing, sorry! (but the last one is new lol) xD

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satoruhour · 8 months

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a/n: jjk 236 spoilers, mentions of suicide from reader’s side, no comfort, cry. around 1.4k. tagging @jabamin @hyomagiri @saiki-enthusiast @arminsumi @shotorus @satohruu so yall can suffer w me

the first signs of grief manifests in you when there’s a bright light that signifies gojo’s disperse of cursed energy, the familiar hollow purple that obliterates half the buildings around the two strongest sorcerers — one from the heian and the other one from our times. surely, your lover wouldn’t do something as foolish as involving himself with the blast, but gojo satoru is always one to take risks.

when he took up the job of taking care of megumi and tsumiki at just eighteen years old and providing all the things they needed to fluorish. gojo is risky as he convinces a kid with a terrifying curse to make some friends and learn about cursed energy. he sometimes puts himself in danger when he takes up more missions he can shoulder just to show the higher-ups that he can kill them any time.

gojo satoru has the world of jujutsu in his hands; how his birth had changed the trajectory of the society, altered the balance of the world and now—

“satoru!” you call out once the smoke clears and he’s still there, intact, smiling a sick smile like the many times you’ve seen him done at megumi and after burning french toast. you brief a sigh of relief and the pounding of your heart calms down momentarily before sukuna emerges and he’s missing a hand and a leg and your heart pulls lower and lower seeing the kid you raised be such a ragdoll for sukuna’s entertainment. but there was always the hope to isolate the king of curses’ soul and save megumi somehow. shoko and you had discussed it, you know it to be true, it has to be true, until there’s a sharp noise that cuts through your ear drums.

it’s high-pitched, like a flash of light that shines in your eyes too abruptly and you have to cover them. but it blinds you as much as it deafens; an attack from god knows which end and you swear you hear the reaper’s scythe.

gojo thinks you look beautiful like this; hand on your cheek and head in your hand as you watch him and the melodic sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board. you’re so concerned about him cutting his hand again that you’ve dragged your chair all the way into the kitchen to watch him closely, which was counterintuitive; the whole reason why he had bled in the first place was because he was looking at you so much.

he admires the way you curl into yourself on the beanbag in the apartment, a book on your lap on how to get to know your teenager better, hair falling over your eyes and the reading lamp not even helping that much in illuminating the words. gojo skims over your features and the way your chest breathes slowly, like everything good in the world. he hopes he’s able to get that with you in this life, for as long as he lives.

you feel it before you see it in the screens that the fight is broadcasted from — something is missing. a light has switched off, satoru has stolen the blanket at night and left you freezing again, seeing your favourite snack missing from the fridge. and you run. past the students you’ve raised, past the bright blinding screens and into the battlefield, past the debris and each crunch of cement under your feet brings a fresh bout of tears to your eyes. the tokyo winter is cool, snow starting to slowly fall upon you and the saltiness on your face seem to crystallise and harden and you’re not even sure any more. there’s a tingling feeling in your feet, in your finger tips and a pull of your heart. you know where gojo is before you see him.

“s— satoru…” you mumble, eyes welling up with more tears when his bottom half stays standing, baggy pants stained with red, red and more red and you’ve never hated a colour like you do now. you hate it, you hate it, you hate it even when he’s proposed to you with a red velvet box and gotten you valentine’s day chocolates in that same darker red and there is just too much blood.

and then it’s like the hierarchy of grief doesn’t matter any more. all those articles you’ve read preparing yourself after gojo’s fated meeting with death at sixteen, and then after shibuya — you think you can’t handle any more of the collecting and patching up and crying and headaches and holding a finger up to your chest and hoping you’d kill yourself with your own technique. the only time you’d accept the absence of the bright blue on his face is when he was sleeping and his chest moved with even breaths, not like this.

not like this.

“satoru—” your voice cracks and you cannot even see. tears and tears and mucus and the fresh crunch of snow under your feet as you step closer to his severed body.

“baby…” he mumbles, barely above a whisper, hand twitching and reaching out in the direction of your voice because this is infinitely worse than getting stabbed in the neck by toji fushiguro, perhaps a little worse than seeing your best friend of your high school life get manipulated by a cursed user. satoru wants to demote all of that and say that seeing you stumble to your knees in front of him while you hyperventilate and sob hurts the most.

“d-don’t move, ’toru, we— we’re going to get you b-back, okay?” you’re playing with god now. “shoko!” the doctor stifles a sob at your cry, broken up by the feedback of the sound system. she knows you’re trying to defy god.

“i don’t think—” the light is slowly dying. the world’s light, the student’s light, your dawn and dusk. “m-my love, everything is…”

“satoru, please, you need to—!” they say the last sense to go is touch and hearing. you crouch to his face to see him react to your warmth, eyes moving an inch to where he thinks you were and puts all of his cursed energy into one hand just so he could hold your cheek. you, warm as always as the sun and everything good in the world, a new rush of warmth overtaking his hand when your tears flow over his battered, tired hands, the same hands that has drawn over his love time and time again over your body and you are a canvas made of gojo satoru’s endless, unconditional ardour.

“i-i’m…” it fades out, his voice box is almost gone and you wail again and the snow from below wets your knees. his name is all that leaves your lips and you think if you can’t play god, you can only beg, even if your religion is solely gojo satoru.

“no, no, no no nono, satoru, c’mon, baby, stop it!” you scream in his face, words all mushed together when you feel the breath of life leave his chest, the blues die out in his eyes, “i love you, i love you, darling, i love you—” your lover barely manages to muster a small smile and you scramble all over his chest, clutching at the tattered black t-shirt and his hand that is starting to go cold and he has the energy to mutter out a stupid remark like gojo satoru always does.

“i’m sorry i got y-your favourite outfit stained with red, princess…” satoru whispers and that breaks the dam fully. you sob and groan and cry and wail until your voice is hoarse and you cannot speak any more and gojo wants nothing but to full heal himself again just so he could stop your crying. perhaps hold your face in his hands and kiss your forehead and nose and lips and embrace you until you couldn’t breathe. perhaps even to tell you he loved you more than anything and everything; more than poems and that foolish line he just had to say at the end and kikufuku and waking up next to you.

but in what world will gojo satoru ever get repose and a normal life? you hope for every other universe to have him be a preschool teacher, or maybe a florist, or even a superstar. but not in this one, no.

the hand that caressed your cheek is replenished again with cursed energy.

satoru gives you three squeezes.

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wyvernity · 2 months

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sss day my favorite national holiday WOOOOHHHH

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#pokemon #trainer lyra #rival silver #soulsilvershipping #timeskip tag #bao beis #i had so much more planned. but alas. college.#ANYWAY. sss my everything. ohh. always thinking abt them.#this is very obviously lyra's room! all the pink! massive bed to fit all her pokemon! the champion paycheck gets you that much at least #and plants!!! no. 1 horticulturist in johto #she's living somewhere around the base of mt silver... decently close to the league and her hometown #so i like to imagine her with a huge greenhouse so she can take care of plants even in the harsher climate #meanwhile silver has one of those decrepit malelivingspace flats in viridian. he's making it work.#i can only see sss properly moving in together liiiike in their late 20s #after they get to enjoy young adult independence for a while #but before they permanently settle down they should go on silly adventures again... just once. or twice. or #as much as i like to entertain the thought of them being homebodies i think they'd rather spend their lives travelling haha #since silver never got to fully experience it as a kid on the run #being a wanted man and all #and lyra is itching for the getaway #they deserve to be in nature and responsibility-free and *frothing at the mouth*#BTW i put my whole wyvussy into that wall decor #lisia signed poster... rosa's resemblance as mei(!!!) in the totoro one... bell tower + whirl island pics //#pokemon constellations... and those gen 4 mail templates that no one actually used. probably from dawn. champion penpals :]#i debated doing a lance poster because celebrity idol funny but nah she'd bin that immediately after moving out #oh yeah the drawover was um. inspired by the nonebinary neochamp fit. so happy for my son.#i'm glad i managed to finish the big piece in time otherwise i would've just posted that LOL can you imagine #okey bye happy sss day

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months

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Bestie Deficiency

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#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #a-qing #xue yang #xiao xingchen #Xue yang is cold because cold blooded creatures can't generate their own body heat #I am skipping over drawing the stories they tell due to the fact this arc is already really dragging #but I think they are very key in understanding the yi-city characters #Even if they are stories that really bring down the slumber party vibes A-Qing was hoping for.#I mentioned some of my thoughts in the tags of no. 76 but to continue on a bit more #I think xxc and xue yangs stories inversely mirror each other on the meaning of sacrifice and what it means to 'deserve' something #to xue yang he has only ever sacrificed - therefore he is in his right to 'deserve' what he wants. And he wants everything.#xxc leaves song lan thinking its the best course of action to atone but my god. No it wasn't. Poor communication crown actually goes to xxc #but it's what xxc he feels he deserves - continued sacrifice to atone. He wants to want nothing.#both are very stuck in the past in ways that are not actually accounting for their actions #It's easy to look at xue yang and go 'dang you need to get over your childhood trauma'#but that very much ignores that fact that we - real human beings - define so much by our childhood pains.#Growth is having to come to terms with it and trying to move past it...and not everyone is ready for that.#I have a lot of thoughts on that matter but I'll let it be for now.#Anyways. Amiguito appears to be one of those words whos meaning change depending on speaker and contextual factors #So as far as I can tell it slides around on the scale on romantic and platonic. Which works for this dynamic. I think.#Native Spanish speakers I am so sorry.

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not-roboto · 1 year

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so i found this image on pintrest and I had to make it Charmacden

#Charmacden #iasip fanart #iasip #myportfolio #mac mcdonald #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #digital art #honestly the original ship #i ship everythig so i always come out on top #shipping everything is so fun yall srs #i need more tooth rotting charmacden content #honestly self indulgent art bc i want charlie to get all the kisses he deserves

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 month

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The Great Boopathon

Twilight

It had honestly been an accident, a truly sincere miscalculation. Sky tried to remember that Wolfie was Twilight. But sometimes, when the fluffy animal trotted into town, panting from exertion or cheer, Sky just immediately knelt in front of him with a sweet greeting and a gentle boop on the nose.

He didn't think it was possible for an animal to look so offended, but somehow Twilight managed it.

Sky

This was war.

Twilight huffed as he watched Sky sleep. The teenager was out cold, as per usual, curled into himself and covered in blankets. It was a little more unusual than his usual sleep position, in which literally anything was possible because he could fall asleep literally anywhere, but the boy's head cold had him shivering.

That didn't stop Twilight, though. He still remembered the boop. The completely humiliating and degrading gesture, the cute noise Sky made with it as he bapped Twilight's wolf nose gently with a smile on his face and a flush to his cheeks.

Sky moaned miserably, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Twilight swallowed, grabbing his resolve. He walked forward stealthily before laying on the ground, his canine nose stretching forward until it met Sky's own congested one. Then his tail swished back and forth, dusting leaves off the earth.

Sky scrunched his nose in response, tickled by the wetness of it, before he opened his eyes to see a snout. He yelped, trapped in his blankets, and Twilight pounced on him, bapping him with a paw and pinning him in place as he laughed and tried to fight.

Abel

"There's no way you can do it!"

Link glared defiantly in response. He would do this, and there was no stopping him. He would always rise to a challenge. He couldn't afford to fail, he couldn't afford to lose the faith of those who believed in him.

He was stealthier than he'd ever been in his entire life. He could pass for a Sheikah, he was certain. His heart pounded in his chest, anxiety trying but failing to whittle away at his resolve. His naysayer watched with bated breath.

The greatest challenge, of course, were the floorboards. There were some that creaked. It would be absolutely catastrophic if his foe heard his approach. Carefully, Link tried to remember which boards creaked the most, settling his bare feet with such care to distribute his weight properly.

When he finally reached the bed, he nearly failed in his mission. His enemy stirred, almost awakening, but he managed to avoid disaster. Finally, his objective in sight, the Hero of Hyrule leapt, landing on his prey with a mighty hyah.

Abel nearly jumped out of his skin as he was startled awake before getting slammed in the face with a pillow.

"I told you I could do it!" Link yelled at the stairway where his sister, Lyra, was hiding.

Daruk

The leader of the Gorons had many precious memories to make him smile when he was more contemplative in the evenings. Perhaps his favorite, though, was when the Champions met his child, who had been so delighted to meet them that he'd rolled over Revali's toes and crashed into Link's knees, knocking the Hylian over. It had been a fun day in general, but the little boop his boy had given him when he picked him up had been the most delightful part.

It was usually what Daruk would do for the child before bedtime; to have such a simple gesture reciprocated brought him more joy than he could ever articulate.

Shadow Link

He had nearly succeeded in getting away from the damn gloom hands, but his stamina had run out. When they'd caught up to him, he could practically sense the displeasure radiating off them, and his insides froze at the sight of them.

Then one of the hands leaned over and booped him on the nose, making him yelp, before the others grabbed him and teleported him through the gloom back to Ganondorf's location.

"Was that really necessary?" Link grumbled, holding his nose as if it had been burned.

"Yes," the demon king replied without hesitation as he snatched him by his tunic and plopped him beside him. "Now rest."

Mystery Link

Link wasn't sure how it happened, but being completely smothered by his dog was not how he wanted to start his mornings. Nevertheless, it was how Friend decided to be his new morning alarm, slapping his face with a paw as a warning before laying her whole head over him and asphyxiating him.

By the fifth morning, he started wrestling her in response, and she always got so excited about it that she would spend the next few minutes zooming all over the forest, tail tucked and legs flailing in all directions.

Wind

Twilight was acting weird.

Wind was a little worried. After all, he'd only just recovered from his injury recently. Although the sailor had the utmost faith in the elder Hero's abilities, he couldn't help but watch him and see what was up. This was a matter of great importance, and only Wind could truly understand as the others seemed completely oblivious.

He made several observations while the others were pointlessly distracted. Twilight's eyes were wary, looking everywhere as if he were expecting an attack. Wind knew for certain that the rancher hadn't been patrolling because Time and Wild wouldn't allow for it quite yet. But no one else was on edge. It was possible Twilight just felt inadequate or useless, as he was typically the one who tried to shoulder a great deal of responsibility.

Wind moved closer to his dear friend, curious. He was going to ask him outright if he kept this behavior up, but--

Twilight gasped, grabbing Wind around the ribs and holding him like a shield in front of his body, and Wind yelped as Sky poked his nose.

"Hey!" Sky snapped. "No cheating!"

"There are no rules in this war!" Twilight huffed back. Then he gave Wind a squeeze against his torso as a compensatory hug. "Sorry about that, little pirate."

"Ha! Sorry? Let me go, I'll avenge you!" Wind happily offered, already wiggling out of his grip as Sky fled.

Time

"This is getting out of hand," Time said severely, hands on his hips. "And is unbefitting of a Hero."

Twilight looked extremely schooled. If he were in his wolf form, he probably would have his tail between his legs, ears peeled back. Time did not feel guilty in the slightest about it. The camp was in utter disarray, supplies strewn everywhere as Twi's wolf form had utterly destroyed the place and barreled over most of the heroes while he'd tried to escape Sky's little winged mechanical booping machine and Wind's exuberant screams.

Unlike Twilight, Sky looked nearly indifferent, but somehow he managed to convert his expression to apologetic when Time glared at him. Wind, however, was unrepentant.

And giggling.

Time was going to lecture him further when the reason for Wind's laughter dropped out of the nearest tree, landing on Time's shoulders and booping him on the nose.

Sky and Wind cheered as Wild scrambled off Time and fled into the forest, giggling all the way.

#800 boops in twenty minutes is quite the achievement LOL #y'all are too powerful XD #writing #I was tied between Shadow and Mystery being my grumpiest OC Links so I just wrote both lol #different kinds of grumps I suppose #one is teenage angst paired with the insanity/horror of his situation #the other is just 100% Done with everything (which frankly is more fun LOL)#RIP Abel you never had a chance once Link was given a challenge #he does love his side quests and mini games after all and Lyra was ready to give him a challenge #Twi and Sky start to have a boop war #it gets insane #everyone gets dragged into it #Daruk being a Dad made me unexpectedly soft and happy #also RIP Revali's birdie toes #he deserves to be run over it's fine

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cyarsk52-20 · 1 year

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That smile, those hips, mom on the hit list And the perfect nickname too: sweetie pie. ...he is exactly where he needs to be for life!

He’s gonna be a great girlfriend in prison and he’s got the hips to match.

But seriously I feel so bad for his mom. But if he committed the crime (which as it was proven by the court he did) he deserves to be lock up. God Bless Ms Robbie. Tim wash that stupid smile off your face. You are Guilty.

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'Sweetie Pie's' Star Tim Norman Sentenced To Life For Murder

Throw Away The Key! Sinister ‘Sweetie Pie’s’ Slayer Tim Norman Sentenced To Life In Prison For Nephew’s Murder-For-Hire

Posted on March 3, 2023 - Bylexdirects

Murder-for-hire mastermind Tim Norman will spend the rest of his life behind bars for killing his own nephew in a conspiracy that rocked the Sweetie Pie’s empire.

Source: MADISON COUNTY, MISSISSIPPI DETENTION CENTER / Official Mugshot

Last September, the former star of Welcome to Sweetie Pie’s was convicted of orchestrating the murder of his nephew Andre Montgomery Jr. A federal jury found Norman guilty of conspiracy to commit murder-for-hire, murder-for-hire, and conspiracy to commit mail and wire fraud.

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According to PEOPLE, Norman was sentenced to life in prison for arranging the fellow shooting and a scheme to collect almost half a million dollars in life insurance.

Tim Norman Received Two Life Sentences For “Cold-Blooded Execution” Of His Nephew

U.S. District Judge John A. Ross gave Norman two life sentences for “a cold-blooded, incredibly premeditated, planned execution of your nephew.”

Tim Norman sought to make $450,000 by having his nephew, Andre Montgomery, killed. Instead, he was caught and will spend the rest of his life in prison. Although Andre’s family was robbed of their loved one, hopefully this result will provide some measure of peace and justice for them,” said U.S. Attorney Sayler A. Fleming in a press release.

Fans of the Sweetie Pie’s show will remember the aftermath of Andre’s tragic death playing out on the OWN program. The pain was unbearable for Norman’s mother, Sweetie Pie’s founder Robbie Montgomery, who lost Norman’s father and brother (Andre’s father) to violence. Now Ms. Robbie has lost another son and 21-year-old grandson to greed in this 2016 shooting.

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Norman didn’t speak on his behalf at the sentencing hearing, but his attorneys submitted letters from family and friends requesting leniency. Despite the damning evidence against Norman, Ms. Robbie pleaded for her last surviving son.

“I don’t know whether Tim did what he was accused and convicted of. He is still the baby that I bore, and I love him as every mother involved loves their child,” Ms. Robbie wrote in her letter.

Since his arrest in 2020, Norman maintained his innocence in the heinous crime. He even Norman blamed “corrupt cops” for arresting him in retaliation for Black Lives Matter protests. Although the 43-year-old didn’t pull the trigger, he pulled all the strings to kill his nephew and collect a huge payday from the family tragedy.

Tim Norman portrayed one image to the public, but there were more sinister intentions lurking underneath. And the measure of someone’s character is what they do when they think no one is watching. When he thought no one was watching, he planned the execution of his nephew and carried it out, ” said Assistant U.S. Attorney Angie Danis at the sentencing hearing.

Tim Norman Still Takes No Accountability Despite Co-Conspirators’ Confessions

Travell Anthony Hill plead guilty to shooting Andre for $5,000 and received a 32-year sentence. Terica Taneisha Ellis was sentenced to three years in prison after admitting Norman paid her $10,000 to lure Montgomery to Hill. Insurance agent Waiel “Wally” Rebhi Yaghnam got a three-year sentence for helping Norman apply and file claims for multiple fraudulent life insurance policies on Montgomery.

“Five families, especially that of the victim, are suffering and irreparably harmed as a result of Norman’s plot to have his own nephew murdered,” said Special Agent in Charge Jay Greenberg of the FBI. “At least all his co-conspirators have accepted responsibility. To this day, Norman hasn’t accepted responsibility despite the fact 12 jurors unanimously convicted him after seeing and hearing seven days of evidence in trial.”

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Last week, Norman used the same excuses debunked by the evidence and confessions from his co-conspirators.

Thank you for all the prayers. I’m still in disbelief. The feds know 100% I did not do those insurance policies. But the jury didn’t get to hear that. And not one person got on the stand and said that I told them to hurt my nephew. They destroyed my name and image so you guys wouldn’t search for the truth,” he wrote on Instagram.

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#Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram

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They about to make him the prison chef and have them hips out with him wearing just an apron 😂😂 #TimNorman

#Sometimes its your own folks💔.#Charles is lucky to be alive.#Janae and Jennifer literally dodged a bullet.#Praying🙏🏾for Miss Robbie.#SweetiePies #TimNorman #Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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cyarskaren52 · 2 months

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And we were so quick to dismiss Jennifer when she took out the restraining order on him 💁🏾‍♂️🙄

Never doubt a Cassandra

Cassandra: black womenfolk

#Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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iaxsl · 3 months

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domestic cross guild, where mornings start off with a sleepy Buggy floating to the kitchen, eyes semi-closed. Mihawk at the kitchen island with two ready-made coffee mugs in front of him, silently sipping from his own while he passes one of the mugs to Buggy who wordlessly accepts and sits down across from him. Crocodile is soon trailing after him, also accepting the offered mug from Mihawk. no words are exchanged. Crocodile sets to making breakfast while Mihawk and Buggy move to sit at the table to give him more space. eyes still heavy with sleep, Buggy drapes himself on the table, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye. the sounds of Mihawk turning the pages of the newspaper and Crocodile humming as he cooks is a soothing lullaby to Buggy's ears by now. he has never had peaceful mornings like this before.

#i could write more but stopping here feels right #im not trying to write another 1k words just describing their breakfast. tho I could...#i just like the idea of quiet mornings with cross guild #everything is so hectic #but mornings #everything is peaceful. if only for a moment #not looking this over so excuse any grammar errors #i feel like crocodile takes charge of breakfast most mornings. mihawk helps on occasion #both of them are early risers so one of them is always in the kitchen before buggy gets there. coffee hot and ready waiting for him #buggy would probably wake up in the afternoon if left alone but he's been getting better at waking up for breakfast. he wouldn't miss it #i really love cross guild and i feel like buggy should get pampered a bit. he deserves it #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #crocodile #sir crocodile #cross guild #one piece #do these three have a ship name? or is it just cross guild?#happy valentine's!

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joshusten · 10 days

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if I don't ask you to doodle president lasko moore a.k.a. imperium lasko a.k.a. the sexiest man in two universes... people will wonder. they'll send out a search party. they'll be all 'frenchie, sten is doing doodle requests and you didn't ask for an imperium lasko, are you sick?' and I'll have to be like 'no' so I better ask.

please can I have an imperious, vain, vile gorgeous academy president? pretty please, with echo on top 👉👈