#Harry Boland

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Video footage of Michael Collins, Harry Boland, Éamon de Valera and Arthur Griffith (there are obviously other people in the vid but tbh I don't recognise them so feel free to comment the names of any that you do!)

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#OTD in 1919 – Harry Boland and Michael Collins engineer Éamon de Valera’s escape from Lincoln Jail in England. He is dressed as a woman.

The façade of Lincoln Prison is an intimidating welcome for anyone entering the facility. Since its opening in 1872, few have escaped and those who have were often quickly re-apprehended. That is, except for the case of Éamon de Valera, the Irish dissident and future president of Ireland, who managed to escape to freedom in 1919 in a famous incident which briefly brought the Irish revolution to…

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Meghan & Doria played the RACE card to shield Meghan from criticism only to have the stunt blow up in their faces.

"You couldn't be more narcissist if you tried."

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Secrets of a Secretary (1931) George Abbott

June 24th 2023

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Vics do it better

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Discharge Petition for H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964

Record Group 233: Records of the U.S. House of RepresentativesSeries: General Records

This item, H.R. 7152, the Civil Rights Act of 1964, faced strong opposition in the House Rules Committee. Howard Smith, Chairman of the committee, refused to schedule hearings for the bill. Emanuel Celler, Chairman of the Judiciary Committee, attempted to use this discharge petition to move the bill out of committee without holding hearings. The petition failed to gain the required majority of Congress (218 signatures), but forced Chairman Smith to schedule hearings.

88th CONGRESS. House of Representatives No. 5 Motion to Discharge a Committee from the Consideration of a RESOLUTION (State whether bill, joint resolution, or resolution) December 9, 1963 To the Clerk of the House of Representatives: Pursuant to Clause 4 of Rule XXVII (see rule on page 7), I EMANUEL CELLER (Name of Member), move to discharge to the Commitee on RULES (Committee) from the consideration of the RESOLUTION; H. Res. 574 entitled, a RESOLUTION PROVIDING FOR THE CONSIDERATION OF THE BILL (H. R. 7152) which was referred to said committee November 27, 1963 in support of which motion the undersigned Members of the House of Representatives affix their signatures, to wit: 1. Emanuel Celler 2. John J. Rooney 3. Seymour Halpern 4. James G Fulton 5. Thomas W Pelly 6. Robt N. C. Nix 7. Jeffery Cohelan 8. W A Barrett 9. William S. Mailiard 10. 11. Augustus F. Hawkins 12. Otis G. Pike 13. Benjamin S Rosenthal 14. Spark M Matsunaga 15. Frank M. Clark 16. William L Dawson 17. Melvin Price 18. John C. Kluczynski 19. Barratt O'Hara 20. George E. Shipley 21. Dan Rostenkowski 22. Ralph J. Rivers[page] 2 23. Everett G. Burkhalter 24. Robert L. Leggett 25. William L St Onge 26. Edward P. Boland 27. Winfield K. Denton 28. David J. Flood 29. 30. Lucian N. Nedzi 31. James Roosevelt 32. Henry C Reuss 33. Charles S. Joelson 34. Samuel N. Friedel 35. George M. Rhodes 36. William F. Ryan 37. Clarence D. Long 38. Charles C. Diggs Jr 39. Morris K. Udall 40. Wm J. Randall 41. 42. Donald M. Fraser 43. Joseph G. Minish 44. Edith Green 45. Neil Staebler 46. 47. Ralph R. Harding 48. Frank M. Karsten 49. 50. John H. Dent 51. John Brademas 52. John E. Moss 53. Jacob H. Gilbert 54. Leonor K. Sullivan 55. John F. Shelley 56. 57. Lionel Van Deerlin 58. Carlton R. Sickles 59. 60. Edward R. Finnegan 61. Julia Butler Hansen 62. Richard Bolling 63. Ken Heckler 64. Herman Toll 65. Ray J Madden 66. J Edward Roush 67. James A. Burke 68. Frank C. Osmers Jr 69. Adam Powell 70. 71. Fred Schwengel 72. Philip J. Philiben 73. Byron G. Rogers 74. John F. Baldwin 75. Joseph Karth 76. 77. Roland V. Libonati 78. John V. Lindsay 79. Stanley R. Tupper 80. Joseph M. McDade 81. Wm Broomfield 82. 83. 84. Robert J Corbett 85. 86. Craig Hosmer87. Robert N. Giaimo 88. Claude Pepper 89. William T Murphy 90. George H. Fallon 91. Hugh L. Carey 92. Robert T. Secrest 93. Harley O. Staggers 94. Thor C. Tollefson 95. Edward J. Patten 96. 97. Al Ullman 98. Bernard F. Grabowski 99. John A. Blatnik 100. 101. Florence P. Dwyer 102. Thomas L. ? 103. 104. Peter W. Rodino 105. Milton W. Glenn 106. Harlan Hagen 107. James A. Byrne 108. John M. Murphy 109. Henry B. Gonzalez 110. Arnold Olson 111. Harold D Donahue 112. Kenneth J. Gray 113. James C. Healey 114. Michael A Feighan 115. Thomas R. O'Neill 116. Alphonzo Bell 117. George M. Wallhauser 118. Richard S. Schweiker 119. 120. Albert Thomas 121. 122. Graham Purcell 123. Homer Thornberry 124. 125. Leo W. O'Brien 126. Thomas E. Morgan 127. Joseph M. Montoya 128. Leonard Farbstein 129. John S. Monagan 130. Brad Morse 131. Neil Smith 132. Harry R. Sheppard 133. Don Edwards 134. James G. O'Hara 135. 136. Fred B. Rooney 137. George E. Brown Jr. 138. 139. Edward R. Roybal 140. Harris. B McDowell jr. 141. Torbert H. McDonall 142. Edward A. Garmatz 143. Richard E. Lankford 144. Richard Fulton 145. Elizabeth Kee 146. James J. Delaney 147. Frank Thompson Jr 148. 149. Lester R. Johnson 150. Charles A. Buckley4 151. Richard T. Hanna 152. James Corman 153. Paul A Fino 154. Harold M. Ryan 155. Martha W. Griffiths 156. Adam E. Konski 157. Chas W. Wilson 158. Michael J. Kewan 160. Alex Brooks 161. Clark W. Thompson 162. John D. Gringell [?] 163. Thomas P. Gill 164. Edna F. Kelly 165. Eugene J. Keogh 166 John. B. Duncan 167. Elmer J. Dolland 168. Joe Caul 169. Arnold Olsen 170. Monte B. Fascell [?] 171. [not deciphered] 172. J. Dulek 173. Joe W. [undeciphered] 174. J. J. Pickle [Numbers 175 through 214 are blank]

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Loves Revolution

Chapter 1

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw (as Micheal Collins) x Jake Seresin (as Harry Boland) x OC! Madison Cassidy

Word count: 3.2K

A/n: This is the first post to my new series so please be nice! I'm going to try to make this into a series so please show this story a bit of love and reblog!

Summary: Bradley, Jake and Maddie have been friends for many years ongoing. Bradley from Cork and Jake and Madison from the troubled Dublin, have been close for life. Now fighting in the 1916 Easter rising and the ongoing history to the Treaty and the independence of Ireland their story lives on...

History: Bradley (represents) :Michael Collins (October 16, 1890 – August 22, 1922) was an Irish revolutionary, soldier, and politician who was a key role in the early twentieth-century campaign for Irish independence. During the Irish Civil War, he served as Director of Intelligence for the Irish Republican Army (IRA) and as a government minister in the self-proclaimed Irish Republic. From January 1922, he was Chairman of the Provisional Government of the Irish Free State, and from July till his death in an ambush in August 1922, he was Commander-in-Chief of the National Army.

Jake (represents) :Harry Boland (April 27, 1887 – August 1, 1922) was an Irish republican politician who led the Irish Republican Brotherhood from 1919 to 1920. From 1918 until 1922, he was a Teachta Dála (TD).He was elected as the MP for Roscommon South in the 1918 general election, but, like other Sinn Féin candidates, he did not serve in the British House of Commons, instead sitting as a TD in the First Dáil. Boland was elected to the second Dáil as a TD for Mayo South-Roscommon South in the 1921 general election. He was re-elected as an anti-Treaty candidate in 1922, but he perished two months later during the Irish Civil War.

History :The Easter Rising (Irish: Éir Amach na Cásca), often known as the Easter Rebellion, was an armed insurgency in Ireland in April 1916 during Easter Week. While the United Kingdom was waging the First World War, Irish republicans started the Rising against British control in Ireland with the goal of establishing an independent Irish Republic. It was Ireland's greatest important insurrection since the 1798 rebellion and the first armed battle of the Irish revolutionary period. Beginning in May 1916, sixteen of the Rising's leaders were executed. The executions' nature, as well as following political developments, eventually contributed to an upsurge in popular support for Irish independence.

Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood

Year 1916, Easter

"Sir, we got the General Post Office surrounded, Sir! We believe that inside are De Valera, Macdonagh, Clark, Connolly and a lot of other rebellions, sir!" One of the funny dressed British soldiers replies to their head commander, with hand at forehead, ready for a salute. This is how the English planned it all along, for the most important rebellions to be stuck at one place, surrounded with no escape.

"So we have the G.P.O, good, very good, but what about O'Connells street, Stevens green, The Liffey and the four courts?" The head commander asked the young man who still held his hand above his head, not moving an inch. "The areas are empty, sir! Either captured or escaped but the rest are at the G.P.O, sir!"

They're all where they were supposed to be, all in one place, no room to escape and they'll give in to this nonsense, they had no way to continue fighting against the British or loyal Irish. The undertakers or loyal Irish were against the rebellions, fighting against them at this very moment, all they had to do now is give themselves up to the English.

"Are there any women inside, lieutenant?" Any innocent woman that had been stuck inside the G.P.O that had been inside the building for the past five days, did not deserve the faith they may face in several minutes from now. The soldiers aligned outside of the building will not hesitate to kill anyone on the inside but the women didn't deserve it.

"There's women of aid and very little volunteers, sir! We believe that one of the fellow female friends of De Valera's help is inside the building. Her parents put her off name Madison Cassidy, but to the public she's known as 'Maddie', sir!" A woman so apparently known to the public but how? No woman that the commander has heard of went by that name or was 'known to the public', no woman has ever had the might or power to be so known in the streets of Dublin or the county of Leinster. "What do you mean 'known to the public', lieutenant?" "She's a public speaker, sir!"

A female public speaker? And that was apparently known to people. Absurd. An absolute absurdity. Some young girl, that he has never heard of decided to become a public speaker. What a joke! She should be scrubbing the dishes, washing the linen, taking care of the kids or cooking and not wasting her time over public speeches. And who would even listen to her? Some sort of female, trying to put her thought into a speech that is apparently supposed to motivate people to do something.

And she believes that's gonna work, but like the lieutenant mentioned, she did work with De Valera. "Bring her to me, nobody lay a finger upon her, understood?" "Yes sir!"

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The gun shots echoed in your ears. It was a sensation as if your ears were violently and rapidly ringing, due to the awful noises that have been haunting your brain for the past five days. You've been in the G.P.O for so long and at this point, it felt like you haven't left in centuries.

You're hiding behind a big, destructed pillar at the moment, leaning your back against it, catching your breath. There was no way out, there was English all around the grand building and mostly everything inside was burning and what didn't make it better is the roof, it's too weak to hold more racket. Even if the English didn't manage to get you guys out, the roof looked like it was only gonna last two more days before swallowing all of you.

"Maddie!" Bradley's voice, called out as the rebel has been looking for you. Him and Jake have been shooting from further up front of the building and now you were unsure if to answer. You couldn't fight more, even though it was written in your blood to fight for the right of being an independent country. But now Leinster, Munster, Connaught and Ulster should forgive you but you've had enough.

"I'm here!" You call out from behind the pillar, Bradley immediately runs over to you, diving behind the pillar like you did as a shelter from not getting shot.

"We're giving up," he told you, those baby cow eyes never dropping your gaze, not even for a second. "What?" You couldn't believe it. You guys destroyed Dublin. The streets of your hometown were in ruins from this rebellion, just so you could give up. That was bloody nonsense.

"They got us surrounded, we have no choice but to give in." "Bradle-" He cut you off, he knew you'd argue or do some sort of disagreement but there was no other way. "I know Maddie, but we had a meeting upstairs and there's nothing we can do they have the four courts and Stevens green and the rest. We have to make it out alive and this is not a step towards that."

You look over the pillar to see men on your side fighting, tired wrecked and most likely depressed. They're not going to make it out alive if we don't give up but if we do they'll probably be shot, either way.

"BRADSHAW!" De Valera calls out, with his old, crispy sharp voice. Sounds like a snob but is the chief, the man everyone listens to and who is leading your group forward. He had to go, you wonder how or when they're going to give up but he lays a soft, delicate, quick kiss on your cheek and gets up and runs towards Jake to help. Jake looks like he had enough.

The building's broken architecture, dust has covered his body and he looks wrecked. He looked over at Bradley running and quickly yanked him behind to a standing pillar up front of the G.P.O. The military has brought in machine guns, full loads and everyone crouches down with full might trying not to get shot. You all were going to die, you knew it. Either shot now or shot later is how you're all going to end, just each had to decide what's best for themselves.

For a full ten minutes of nonstop shooting, the military guns stopped, waiting for a reaction out of the rebellion group. They were going to give up now, you knew it. Dev and the rest ran over to a soldier and wrapped a white flag around his shotgun and told him to head up front.

This is the sign of the rebellions giving up. This was the sign to signify that you guys had enough. One by one they leave the building and you get up from behind the fallen pillar and run to the exit. The second you reach behind De Valera, Bradshaw and Seresin you could tell they were going to give up and this was the end for them.

You stand behind them as the English General calls out orders, "FOUR STEPS FORWARD!" You all do as told. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Anyone who held a gun or anything of that sort does as they're told. "NOW, TWO STEPS BACK!" And that was the last order till the round up.

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An English General was calling out English rebellion names, one by one, dragging them out of the crowd by his ugly cane. "McDonagh. Thomas Clark." Both were dragged out of the crowd by the bloody officer. Each name was dragged out in his tongue and then the actionist was dragged out of the group, except one injured man, Connolly, who was lying down due to a leg wound and instead he was just kicked and carried away on the cloth stretcher.

"Get up, you Fenian swine. Now who else am I missing?" The general murmurs are loud enough for you to hear. He looks up and down the crowd and lays his gaze upon you. "Cassidy!" He calls out your second name and dragged you with his cane forward. Beside you stood the rest of your friends just like before and called out one more name before leaving. "De Valera!"

At that Bradley grunted and pulled a bit forward but Jake got a grip of him and pulled him back. "Brad, if we wanna make out of this shit hole alive, I'm sorry to say but we can't do anything about this," Jake says as he watches the officers drag you and Dev away. And murmurs lowly below his breath, "We can't do anything now."

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They dragged you out of your cell. Death by the firing squad, you can see it so clearly now. Your own fellow friends, the 'Loyal Irish' are about to shoot you and cost you your life in just minutes.

As they drag you through the halls that are dim with no light, you expect happy memories to come but your mind stays dark and blank. You were dragged up as far as the outside where on the floor all you saw was blood from the last corpse that was shot and too heavy and invaluable to carry so just dragged like a worthless shit.

You were lined up against the wooden wall and you looked over to the soldier that was supposed to put a bag over your head but instead said, "Pray." That simple four letter word was a suggestion, a way that god would forgive you but the soldiers were gonna be pissed off more because you were catholic not some prodestant like the English tried, but you still say your prayers as a command. You do the sign of the holy cross and pray.

"I confess to almighty God and to you my brothers and sisters, that I have greatly sinned, in my thoughts and in my words, in what I have done and in what I have failed to do.

Through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault; therefore I ask blessed Mary ever- Virgin, all the Angels and Saints, and you, my brothers and sisters, to pray for me to the Lord our God.

Amen."

And at that the same male officer who just two minutes back, barked at you to pray, gets handed a sack. The sack that was about to be thrown over your head, before one of the fellow Irish citizens on behalf of the English shoots you.

You wanted to scream but nobody would listen. You wanted to run but you wouldn't get far. You wanted to tell Jake and Bradley that you cared about them. You wanted Dublin and all of Ireland to be free again. At that thought the sack was thrown over your head and the big bang of the guns stopped your thinking for all….

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'The fact that l was born in America might save my hide. Either way, I am ready for what comes. The Irish Republic is a dream no longer. It is daily sealed by the lifeblood of those who proclaimed it. And every one of us they shoot brings more people to our side.They cannot imprison us forever. And from the day of our release, Bradley, we must act as if the Republic is a fact. We defeat the British Empire by ignoring it. Now I hear the payers of our beloved friends, Macdonagh, Clark, Cassidy, each of them ended their last speech with Amen and to us that will stand for peace, yet so we shall still try to make it our peace and remember the men and woman in a way that no one ever has.'

That was the first and last letter from Dev and the way that your second name stood out to Bradley was significant. He loved the way you cringed when he said your full name and you crinkled your nose, which caused him to laugh uncontreablly, but now that's all gone.

"She's dead, Jake, they shot her," Bradley, tries not to break apart on the prison steps as he lets those words leave his mouth. The young woman that he admired, fought with was now easily put six feet underground due to a bullet. Such a short, beautiful life of a lady, wasted due to a firing squad.

"She died like she wished, Brad, she wanted to fight for her country and die trying," Jake lets out as he can't stop thinking about you just standing there, waiting for the bullet to pierce your skin. He wanted to cry, scream but he couldn't, not here or now. Bradley was the same he wanted to choke the next guard he saw because there's a chance that it was their bullet that hit you.

"She didn't deserve it, Jake. Not her. She fought but we dragged her into this." "We may have involved her into this, but nobody deserves this faith, Brad. Absolutely nobody."

Year 1918, May

"They let us out of jail so we can do our best to be put inside again," Bradley smirked as the two got of the train that has brought them out of prison sights into town. Shirt drive but freedom for the first time in two years. Final peace with no officers at your back or stupid cells and jail uniforms.

"Don't you see a certain paradox in that?" Jake looked over at his companion in a short shock and repeated. "Paradox." At that Bradley crumbles the piece of paper that he was reading and states like some dictionary. "A contradiction. An immovable force meets an immovable object kind of thing."

The two of them continue walking forward and see a young bride and groom saying their goodbyes to their family as the town was too small for them and they wished to see the world, explore. It brought sadness in both of the men's hearts thinking both about the lovely lady in their past. And sadly the main word of that sentence was past, because whatever hopes they had for her were over now.

"Look, isn't that a lovely picture?" It truly was. It's the kind of picture everyone wishes for and desires at heart. "Maybe we should settle down." Probably a smart thing. To find love in this hopeless place may have made it easier the get through in life and focus on the main goals in a different perspective. In a love kind of way. "Just the two of us?" The other friend joked causing the two to laugh.

"And him." Says Bradley while Jake looks to him in pure confusion. "Who?" Jake had no clue who his fellow friend was referring to and you could easily tell that by the expression on Jake's face. Bradley simply points at the car with two men standing outside. Tom and Sean the men they've fought the Easter Rising with. The two, were friends with Jake and Bradley and somehow we're still not chickened out to help them.

"How are you?" Bradley asks giving Tom a hug as the two have not seen each other since the line up. Tom smiles up at him, since he falls rather short in height and pats Bradley shoulders. "Well, as best as a rebel can be." With those words leaving his mouth, Tom turns to Jake giving him an equal hug as Sean quickly hugs Bradley. "Get in you two, we got a show to attend!"

"How did they know we we're here already?" Bradley wonders looking over his shoulder to find two of the loyal Irish that have been following him and Jake even since the two of them have left jail and entered the not so free freedom. They were gonna get chased down on every step they make every. Any plan will be tracked and this is not what freedom is supposed to be about.

"They know what we eat for breakfast Bradley. This is the bare minimum of their poxy power," answered Sean while driving on a country side road, filled with branches everywhere and no actual pathways for pedestrians. It was a quite Irish road; nothing close to being straight, it was filled by potholes and indents and it wouldn't even be defined as a road, it was just a bunch of loose gravel.

"Well there's only one answer to that. We find out what they eat for breakfast!" Bradley exclaims as Jake looked at his friend in pure confusion and a bit of terror. The terror of how had he managed to survive with the lad for so long. The two years in prison together and many years of friendship before that. People would call him mad if they seen that he survived that long with the crazy brunette. "You're a mad fucker, Bradley," Jake said shaking his head side to side.

"Yeah, but I'm the mad fuck you hang out with," said the brunette, laying his baby cow eyes upon his friends, spring green ones. The two of them are close. They've always been that way but some bond that they have will never be broken. No such thing on this world can interrupt their friendship.

"So are the two of you looking for anyone out the old leading squad?" Asked Sean, with a hint of suspense in his voice. Was there really anyone from the old leading squad left that wasn't shot, hung or killed in any kind of way. Bradley looked over his shoulder to see that the loyal Irish were still behind them, hunting them down like hawks for their pray, right on their heals, step by step behind them. "Well, who can we look for? Either shot or some other cruel way of getting put down into the poxy earth!" Said Jake as he was sitting down, in a kind of slouch, hand behind his head, leaning back with his old fashion cap over his eyes to block out the Irish sun that was barely ever showing at times.

"Ah, Maddie made a big fit out of it a whole while back. Pissed her off, it did! Several speeches and annoying the British that they bloody had to have a full law talk with her but she won!"

Maddie? As in their Maddie? Madison Cassidy? The woman that the two grew up with and who sadly lost her life to the firing squad in 1916? That can't be right. She gott shot, just like the rest. Full prayer ending and mad shit like tha'. This didn't make sense. It didn't add up. "As in our Maddie?" Exclaimed Bradley, thinking he's mistaken, he saw his dear friend get dragged out the line up and heard about her shooting. "Yeah. Don't you guys know Maddie? Madison Cassidy? She worked with De Valera, yeah she still does all the speech things." Answered Tom , expecting the two men to have met the young, independent, confident woman.

This shook the two men inside. They've heard and believed for the last two years the woman that the two of them shared interest for had died, cruelly, due to the firing squad. "We thought she died!" Jake said, he's still shocked. Once he heard that she is alive, he quickly sat up from his slouched position, rubbed his hands down his face and fixed his flat hat. "Nah, they wouldn't manage to put her down that easily!"

"We heard she got shot by the firing squad after the G.P.O!" This is what they have believed and hearing the news that she's been alive the whole time doesn't quite add up to the two men. "Nah, she's alive mate!"

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Under the cut is a list of muses I have for those who can’t open the google doc. Note: the google doc has detailed information about them so if you can, please open it up.

Bold is primary, italic is secondary, regular is by request.

TVD/TO/LEGACIES:

ELENA GILBERT

KATHERINE PEIRCE

DAMON SALVATORE

ALARIC SALTZMAN

LIZZIE SALTZMAN

josie saltzman

caroline forbes

bonnie bennett

Klaus Mikaelson

FINAL FANTASY:

CLOUD STRIFE (ff7r)

aeirth (ff7 remake)

tifa (ff7 remake)

Jill Warrick (ff16)

Clive Rosfield (ff16)

snow villiers

THIRTEEN REASON’S WHY:

Justin Foley

Bryce Walker

Jessica Davis

Clay Jenson

911/911 LONE STAR:

ATHENA GRANT

MADDIE BUCKLEY

OWEN STRAND

TK STRAND

GRACE RYDER

AHS:

Brooke Thompson

Montanna Duke

donovan

BBC SHERLOCK:

SHERLOCK HOLMES

BRIDGERTON:

Simon Bassett

Daphne Bridgerton

kate sharma/bridgerton

BTVS/ATS

Buffy Summers

CORDELIA CHASE

CAOS:

SABRINA SPELLMAN

ONE CHICAGO:

natalie manning

JAY HALSTEAD

ADAM RUZEK

KIM BURGESS

Hank Voight

CRIMINAL MINDS:

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

DAREDEVIL:

MATT MURDOCK

DEXTER:

DEXTER MORGAN

DCTV:

SARA LANCE

JOHN CONSTANTINE

SPOONER

EUPHORIA:

JULES VAUGHN

RUE BENNETT

FROM DUSK TIL DAWN:

Seth Gecko

Kate Fuller

GOOD GIRLS:

BETH BOLAND

Greys’ Anatomy:

meredith grey

JO WILSON

CARINA DELUCA

Ameila Shepard

GAME OF THRONES:

DANY

Jon Snow

Sansa Stark

NCB HANNIBAL:

WILL GRAHAM

HAUNTING OF BLY MANNER:

DANI CLAYTON

PETER QUINT

HEMLOCK GROVE

PETER RUMANCEK

HTGAWM:

CONNOR WALSH

LAW AND ORDER SVU:

OLIVIA BENSON

Elliot Stabler

kathleen stabler

alex cabot

casey novak

LOST GIRL:

BO DENNIS

LUCIFER:

CHLOE DECKER

lucifer morningstar

mazikeen

MINDHUNTER:

Holden Ford

POSE:

ANGEL EVANGALISTA

BLANCA EVANGALISTA

PRODIGAL SON:

MALCOLM BRIGHT

RIVERDALE:

ARCHIE ANDREWS

BETTY COOPER

TONI TOPAZ

CHERYL BLOSSOM

FP Jones

JUGHEAD JONES

ROSWELL NEW MEXICO:

MAX EVANS

LIZ ORTECHO

STRANGER THINGS:

NANCY WHEELER

BILLY HARGROVE (BILLY’S TATTOOS POST SEASON THREE HERE )

STATION 19:

Vic Hughes

SUPERNATURAL:

Dean Winchester

THE MAGICIANS:

ELIOT WAUGH

MARGO HANSON

THE WITCHER (GAME, TV SHOW, AND BOOK MIXED MEDIA):

GERALT (please note, geralt has cat-eyes. not the eyes we see in the show. if you need a visual, think game geralt)

CIRI

TRUE BLOOD:

SOOKIE STACKHOUSE

TARA THORTON

jessica hamby

JASON STACKHOUSE

SAM MERLOTTE

WYNONNA EARP:

WYNONNA EARP

WAVERLY EARP

NICOLE HAUGHT

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY:

KLAUS HARGREEVES

ALLISON HARGREEVES

VAN HELSING:

Vanessa Van Helsing

YOU:

BECK

JOE GOLDBERG

LOVE QUINN

THEO

FORTY QUINN

DCU:

WONDER WOMAN/DIANA PRINCE

HARLEY QUINN (au verse 1 here)

DESCENDANTS:

HARRY HOOK

MAL BERTHA

EVIE GRIMHILDE

MCU:

DEADPOOL/WADE WILSON

EDDIE BROCK/VENOM

STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA

WANDA MAXIMOFF

BUCKY BARNES

NATASHA ROMANOFF

YELENA BELOVA

THOR

LOKI

MICHAEL MORBIUS

Peter Parker (the amazing spiderman)

POTC:

CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW

ASSASSIN’S CREED SERIES:

JACOB FRYE

EVIE FRYE

EIVOR

KASSANDRA

DETRIOT BECOME HUMAN:

Connor

DRAGON AGE:

MORRIGAN

FENRIS

GARRETT HAWKE

MARIAN HAWKE

CYBERPUNK:

V (both male and v, both streetkid and corpo)

JOHNNY SILVERHAND

JUDY ALVAREZ

LAST OF US:

joel miller

ELLIE

LEGEND OF ZELDA:

LINK

RESIDENT EVIL:

ADA WONG

LEON KENNEDY (previously traumamade)

ETHAN WINTERS

LADY DIMITRESCU

Claire Redfield

dimitrescu daughters

TOMB RAIDER:

LARA CROFT

UNCHARTED:

NATHAN DRAKE

BLEACH:

ichigo kurosaki

GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

VAMPYR:

JOHNATHAN REID

BLACK BUTLER:

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS

BLUE EXORCIST

RIN OKAMARU

HELLSING:

SERAS VICTORIA

INTEGRA HELLSING

NARUTO:

NARUTO UZUMAKI

TSUNADE

SEVEN DEADLY SINS:

BAN

VAMPIRE KNIGHT:

yuuki cross/kuran

ZERO KIYRUU

OUAT:

Regina Mills

Emma Swan

SOA:

JAX TELLER

VENUS

GEMMA TELLER

WHITE COLLAR:

Neal Caffrey

FAR CRY:

FAITH SEED

NEW AMSTERDAM:

MAX GOODWIN

CRUELLA:

CRUELLA DE VILLE

MASS EFFECT:

JOHN SHEPARD

JANE SHEPARD

KAIDAN

SAMARA

KASUMI

MIRANDA

DOCTOR WHO:

rose tyler

GOSSIP GIRL REBOOT:

ZOYA LOTT

MAX WOLFE

DOOM PATROL:

JANE

LARRY TRAINOR

A WAY OUT:

LEO CARUSO

CASTLE:

RICHARD CASTLE

BITTEN:

ELENA MICHAELS

TEEN WOLF:

CHRIS ARGENT

ALLISON ARGENT

SCOTT MCCALL

LYDIA MARTIN

STILES STILINSKI

THE FLASH:

BARRY ALLEN

NORA WEST ALLEN

BART WEST ALLEN

IRIS WEST

CAITLYN SNOW

KILLER FROST

SUCKERPUNCH

BABY DOLL

SHADOW HUNTERS

ISABELLE

ALEC

HOUSE OF ASHES

JASON

THE MEDIUM

MARIANNE

THE LAST KINGDOM

UHTRED RAGNARSON

Iseult

MOON KNIGHT

STEVEN GRANT/MARC

FIRST KILL

Calliope Burns

Juliette Fairmont.

THE QUARRY

Kaityln Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Laura Kearny

THE SANDMAN

Dream/Morpheus

INTEVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Louis De Pointe

Claudia

HORIZON SERIES

Aloy

THE VAMPIRE ACADEMY (TV SERIES)

Rose Hathaway

NETFLIX’S WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Morticia Addams

Enid Sincliar

DAYS GONE

Deacon St. John

QUEEN CHARLOTTE - A BRIDGERTON STORY

Queen Charlotte

MAYFAIR WITCHES

Rowan Fielding

Critical Role (currently caught up to episode 97 and both seasons of the animated show)

Vax

Vex

Keylith

THE EVIL WITHIN

Sebastian 

Baldur's Gate 3:

Astarion

Karlach

Orin

Hazbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Charlie Morningstar

Niffty

Alastor

[taronrocket]

😍🥰

Amy Boland Hauser, Aug. 13th 2022 on IG

It was still Blackbird Friday at our house with Uncle @taron.Egerton in town! Harris didn’t realize he was playing with his favorite character from Sing 2. We love you, Uncle Taron!

[protege-not-protagonist]

Criminal Minds: The Protégé Chapter 6

Ch 6: My Brother's Keeper Pt. 3

Blurb: After meeting with Dr. Reid, Grace is called away on a case with the team to a double Homicide of children with excessive overkill. It doesn't take long to establish that This Unsub will kill again if not caught soon. But as Grace works the case, certain aspects of it stir up a past she would rather forget. Meanwhile Spencer can't help but start working on the victimology of this new possible serial killer back home.

Masterlist

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Audience: 16+ mature audience for depictions of violence and sexual references

Author's Note: if you see a trigger warning that concerns you, you can scroll to end and I'll have a brief description what happens.

TW: Ableism, kidnapping, child death, murders, crime scene description, conscientious objection to bear firearms. Threats and unwanted erotic attention (IDK how to tag it). Hinted Dog death.

Gold Stallion Inn, Groton, SD Friday July 8:00AM

After going through her files with Rossi and Prentiss, she actually had a good night’s sleep. Dr Boland didn’t have any complaints. Prentiss said that she would contact Dr Harris and see if she wanted an inquest into Nathan’s death. If she answered yes, Prentiss said she would allow Grace to investigate and see if there was a case. Which was good news because she had already kinda started. Garcia sent her some files over last night along with an emoji heavy text to say Dr Reid had asked her to compile them. But that was a task for later. Right now, the Giles family needed them to find their killer.

She hated this part of the investigation, when all they could do was wait for the unsub to “surface.” That was just a nice way of saying they were waiting for someone else to die. Simmons and JJ would report from Rapid City and minute now. But there wasn’t much else to do other than review evidence. The team was milling about interviewing the local PD to see if they could think of anyone who fitted the profile.

Dr Boland had gone to check on the bodies. She had commandeered a room at the local doctor’s practice to clean the bones. Dr Boland would be gone all day, cleaning and reconstructing. The bones wouldn’t be fully clean, but with the time and resources, it was the best they could do without destroying evidence. God, she was glad they had allowed the doctor to tag along. The local doctor and police were going to just straight boil them if she hadn’t shown up. She understood the logic, but good lord, the destruction of evidence boiling without taking tissue samples would have caused was almost more criminal than the murders. But given that they now had identities, the focus was on reconstruction was more so the remaining family could bury them.

Grace’s eyes roved over the case board as she had breakfast. Which was a loose term, cause it was just a cup of earl grey tea from her small collection of tea bags that she took in her go bag. She’d learnt real fast; if a place had tea, don’t drink it. Only God knows how old police precinct tea bags are.

Alvez came up beside her and stared at the board as well.

‘You sleep well?’ He asked.

She raised an eyebrow. Everyone had been asking about her sleep the last couple of cases. Grace wanted to tell them they shouldn’t be worried; it had always been like this. But then Profilers would do what they do best; pry.

‘Mm yeah,’ she answered and turned to him, not passing up a chance that rarely presented itself. ‘So is it true?’

‘Is what true?’

‘That Rossi doesn’t snore?’ she smirked.

‘You know what, Five-O, he actually doesn’t,’ Alvez chuckled.

‘Hmm, guess I can’t really pick it. Do you snore?’ She asked, trying to continue the conversation. It wasn’t too hard for her to talk with Luke, strangely enough. They had little in common, but when he wasn’t ribbing her about her personal life, or conspiring with Tara to set her up with random twenty-something-year-olds they knew, he was good company. Or maybe he just accommodated her awkwardness more than other people. She could never tell.

‘No, I don’t,’ he told her, but smugly added, ‘But I share a bed with someone who does, but I love them too much to care.’

She laughed. You’re not slick, Alvez.

‘Roxy snores? That’s so cute, you have to send me a video, my dog used to snore too, he would sleep bark while he dreamt as well. They’re so funny when they chase stuff while they sleep.’

‘You had a dog?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, my family had one, Spud. He was a… we don’t know what he was, but he was awesome, my best friend.’

He looked surprised. Had she not talked about Spud before? She could have sworn she had. Maybe she avoided the conversation because of what those memories eventually led to. Alvez, raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

‘What?’

‘Sorry, you didn’t strike me as a dog person,’ he shrugged.

‘Woah.’ She shook her head.

‘What?’

‘That is without a doubt the most offensive thing you have ever said to me.’

‘Usually I can pick it. I got more of a cat vibe from you.’ He held his hands up in mock surrender.

‘A cat vibe?’ She scoffed. ‘I take it back. That’s the most offensive thing I’ve ever heard from you.’

‘Hey, I’m a dog owner too!’ he chuckled, but he looked at her with that familiar face of poorly hidden pity. ‘If you feel lonely Five-O, why don’t you have one?’ he asked.

‘You hate cats?’

‘I dislike them. I have a like a whole PowerPoint for explaining why, but in general, they’re unpredictable and aloof, not what I’d look for in a companion. Dogs, on the other hand, are a reliable source of affection…’ she trailed off as she saw his expression. ‘Stop profiling me. Look, I know I am an insecure loner, and I don’t care.’

‘It wouldn’t be fair on them. I’m not home enough now and I… can’t replace Spud. When he died, it really broke my heart. I don’t know if I could do that again.’ That was the understatement of the century. Her hand flew to her right wrist, instinctively massaging it as it ached from an injury that was no longer there. She was back before she could stop herself.

‘And those other girls…’ he snickered. ‘Well, none of them did it right. But, I waited for you. I tipped the police off. I told them where to find the last one to get you back. And I brought you here one last time before we leave cause I want to see what happens when I kill someone… special. I hope the expression changes. I wonder if there’ll be tears this time, I wonder how they’ll taste.’ He walked over the work bench and pick up a meat cleaver. She struggled against the duct tape that held her to the chair. Spud whimpered from the floor of the cage.

'Touch him and I'll kill you, I swear to God!' she spat.

He smirked at her, pointedly looking at her restraints as she struggled, 'Really?'

She yanked herself forward and thrashed in the chair. She couldn't break the tape. Her brave façade cracked and she realised nothing was going to stop what was going to happen. He grinned widely as she began to plead. 'No, no. Don't, don't, don't do it please, don't!'

‘I get that. I didn’t until I got Roxy. She’s getting old now. It’s going to be a sad day when she goes. They really do have a spot in your heart, you know?’ Luke spoke, bringing her back to the present.

She doubted that he “got it.” What happened to Spud was devastating.

‘I couldn't handle it, besides, Foley would get upset if he had to share my apartment and affection,’ she added, redirecting his attention to a new mystery.

‘Foley?’ He frowned.

She just raised her eyebrows and grinned.

‘Who’s Foley?’

‘He’s taken another family.’ Prentiss announced. The room fell silent. ‘But this time, a victim escaped, the eldest child. JJ just finished interviewing her.’

Alvez and Grace shared a look and rushed over to the laptop, where Prentiss set up the conference. The screen flickered and Garcia appeared.

‘Hello everyone, a good morning it is not. I have the 411 on our newest victims, the Tilsbry family. ‘Right, we have Joshua and Mary Tilsbry with 14-year-old Bella and 11-year-old Alice, who has Spina Bifida. They are from Omaha, Nebraska. Joshua is an accountant, Mary is an editor for a publishing firm, both dirt free, clean financials, loving parents. The girls’ grades are good, um… according to Mary’s Facebook page, they are on a road trip holiday to Montana. They were going to Yellowstone. Seems Alice is a big fan of nature. The trip was to celebrate her birthday. Oh, these pictures are so cute, she got little binoculars. Please find them. I do not want to see more pictures of the crime-scene-y nature.’

‘Bella Tilsbry’s the one who escaped and alerted police, her aunt is on her way to Rapid City to act as her Guardian, but gave permission for the interview to go ahead,’ Prentiss continued, relaying JJ’s information, ‘The family fueled up this morning close to their hotel. Bella went to the restroom, when she came back, went to open the van door and said a man came from behind, grabbed her and jumped in the back seat with Alice and held a gun to her. Bella managed to get out of his grip and ran into the store to raise the alarm, but her family’s car sped off. She says her younger sister is wheelchair bound and the family car is quite distinctive. Garcia, do we update on the model?’

‘Yes, Simmons told me the make and model. It’s the same car Simmons’ family has. It can do about 400 miles before it needs more gas and a fuel station receipt confirms the car had a full tank when it was hijacked,’ Garcia added.

Grace grabbed a compass and scaled it using the map’s legend. Placing the centre in Rapid City, she drew a wide circle on the map. ‘Okay, so his is our range as the crow flies, but highways tend to go around large natural landmarks like the Missouri river here, and this mountain range over here. So, we can retract it a bit by, uh, give or take, 50 miles.’ She drew another circle. ‘So this outer ring here is the maximum distance before he has to refuel. It’s risky to do that with three hostages. There’s too much opportunity for one to escape. Plus Bella got away, that will shake his confidence. It’s more likely he’ll stop somewhere before this zone. Garcia, do we have a last known heading? This guy can easily get interstate. Rapid City is close enough to the Wyoming, Nebraska, and Montana state borders.’

‘Yes, thankfully Rapid City has more CCTV than Groton. Last time the car was seen was 7:30, and they were eastbound on route 90.’

Grace frowned. ‘That’s heading back the way he came. If he is coming back here, he’ll take the 14, the 212 and the 37.’ She looked back at the map. ‘He can get here on a single tank easily. It’s around the 350 mile mark.’

‘How long until he gets here?’ Prentiss asked.

Grace opened and shut her mouth in panic. She didn’t know.

‘Uh…’ she pulled out her phone, ‘According to google maps, and if he drives the speed limit-’ That’s dumb, as if an unsub would drive the speed limit. ‘-Um, if he was in the outer reaches of Rapid City at seven-ish, he’ll be here in like four hours.’

‘Do we have a description of the unsub from Bella?’ Rossi asked. ‘JJ had Bella sit with a Police sketch artist, they just finished. State Troopers have issued it state wide, the press will show it in the next bulletin.’

‘Garcia, send us that sketch. Send it and a description to the surrounding state’s law enforcement, too. We need to hedge our bets. But if he is returning here, there’s a reason, he has to be local.’ Prentiss observed.

A sketch appeared on the screen. A stock built, young white man, with a prominent brow ridge, dark eyes and short light hair.

‘Look like anyone you know?’ Dr. Lewis asked the police present.

‘No,’ Deputy Mitchell shrugged.

‘Hold on, can you print that?’ the sheriff asked. The team pricked up at that.

The printer whirled, and Alvez passed the paper to him. ‘You see something, sheriff?’

‘I’m not sure, you got a pen?’ He asked the team. Rossi passed him a one from his jacket pocket. The sheriff scribbled a beard on the face and held it up to the deputy. ‘That look like Andy Phillips to you?’

‘Well damn, it does. But he’d be, what, 55 now?’ The deputy frowned.

‘Yeah, he and Trish moved away about 12 years ago. But they had a son, Brodey. He’d be around 25 now. I don’t know all the details but, Trish had an unexpected pregnancy with complications. They to moved outta town to get better care.’ The Sheriff said.

‘Garcia-’ Prentiss began. ‘Already on it and… I have a giant red flag. If Brodey isn’t our guy, I’ll eat my mouse pad.’

‘Hang on, I’ll try to patch JJ, Simmons and Avery in.’ Prentiss dialled the conference button. Avery picked up his phone first.

‘They’re with me. You got a suspect?’ he said, reading Prentiss’ mind.

‘Alright Garcia, what do you have?’

‘Brodey Phillips, 26, born to Patricia and Andrew Phillips in Groton. Early school records are relatively okay. Brodey was a bit rough with his classmates, but nothing too out of the ordinary. But then moved with his family to Minneapolis in 2010 when he was 14. Trish gave birth to his baby brother, Jeremy. He was born with cerebral palsy. Around the same time in school, for Brodey, we have many behavioural complaints, his grades plummeting. Then in 2013 there’s a suspension for, uh… pushing a girl in a wheelchair into the school’s pool. He claimed it was a prank gone wrong. I personally would call it attempted murder. But fast forward he graduates, has multiple jobs as a repairman. Short stints all of them. I’ve got drug charges, DUI’s, theft, and then 2 years prison time for assault. But the real red flags are raised in 2018.

‘So on the 20th June, his parents went on a road trip holiday that was supposed to be for two weeks. They leave 9-year-old Jeremy with Andy’s mother in Aberdeen 20 minutes from Groton. And then poor little Jeremy, goes missing from his Grandma’s house at 4pm on the 23 of June 2018. Jeremy was never found. The case is cold. Now, after being released from prison on the 22nd of June, Brodey shows up out of the blue, appearing in Aberdeen PD’s reports, trying to help his parents through the ordeal. Seems like he is a changed man. He was enrolled in rehab, and had a steady job, until Andy committed suicide in 2019. And pretty much instantly, Brodey lands himself back in prison for armed robbery. He got out two months ago.’

‘Do we have a current address?’ Prentiss asked.

‘No.’

‘What about his mother’s address?’

‘Trish lives with her oh… no, sorry, lived with her mother-in-law, in Aberdeen. Trish died last week in a car accident.’ Garcia reported with a wince, ‘Yeah, I just sent the address to your devices.’

‘That’s our stressor. Brodey gets rid of his brother and his parents still don’t give him the attention he wants, and they both die before they can fulfil his desire. His mother dying was his last chance of getting that attention from his biological family,’ Dr Lewis observed.

‘Avery, can you put together a detailed brief and have it issued to all the police counties along Route 14, 121 and 37, along with instructions to create road blocks? Emphasise that this is an amber alert, he has a child hostage.’ Prentiss ordered.

‘I’ll have it done before you can name all those counties,’ He replied.

‘Right, Alvez, Matthews, go to the grandma’s house to see if you can get anything from her. We need to find where Brodey has been living since he got out. JJ, Avery, Simmons, as soon as Bella’s aunt arrives, get back here and bring them with you. The rest of you get organised with locals. We need to stake out every road into this town.’

Rita Phillip’s residence, Aberdeen, SD 8:56 AM

The house was relatively small, old, with blue flaky paint surrounded by a rusted chain-link fence. Grace peered around at the neighbourhood spotting a few nosey neighbours darting behind closed curtains.

‘Mrs Phillips? Are you home?’ Alvez called out, knocking on the door.

‘Mrs Phillips, Rita? We’re with the FBI. We just want to ask some questions!’

There was no answer or movement.

Grace sighed, ‘I’ll go round back-’

‘How about the one of us with the gun goes round the back huh?’ He patted her shoulder. Unintentionally, she cringed away, turning her back to the front door as she watched him jog down the steps of the porch.

‘Oh please, like an 83-year-old is a threat. What is she, a Shaolin monk?’ she rolled her eyes. ‘I’m not defenceless, you know!’ she called after him.

‘Yeah, pass your damn certification and then maybe we’ll believe you!’ He called back smugly and disappeared around the side of the house.

‘You don’t know what I’m capable of, Alvez.’ She muttered to herself and kicked her shoes across the weathered decking.

Grace knew very well what she was capable of. That was why she didn’t carry a gun. She didn’t own one. She didn’t want one. Her standard issue hand gun was unloaded, in a lockbox in her desk draw back at the office, and there it would remain until she needed to fail another certification.

Not carrying a gun hadn’t been a problem with CSI. Back then, she had said she was a Conscientious Objector, and she gave her reason, and it went on her file. That was the end of the matter. It wasn’t a problem until the BAU.

To the Brass, CSI in CASMIRC was the benthic level of the FBI. She didn’t mind that higher ups saw it that way. It meant they often went unsupervised, which was how they did their best work. But the BAU was under a lot more scrutiny. It was higher on the Brass’ radar. And unfortunately, the higher you got in the FBI, the more political it was. Some of the Big Brass didn’t take kindly to ‘Conchies’ in their ranks. She doubted Prentiss cared, but people above her certainly did. Only last November, a counter terrorism squad agent was ‘Indefinitely Suspended’ for not participating in a raid that ordered lethal force without negotiation. Most Conchies had gone quiet about their objections after that.

In the field she found ways around it, carrying a high power probe taser when she knew she was going into a hostile situation. Most times, unsubs couldn’t tell the difference when she pointed it at them. She was more than capable in hand-to-hand, which surprised any unsubs that tried it. But if there was a shootout, she did her best to find cover and count the unsub’s rounds, know when they reloaded, and think of a way out. And she would admit, she was bad at counting and pretty much useless in that situation.

At this stage, she’d never make SSA, but she could live with that. An agent incompetent with firearms was easier to create loopholes and excuses for than a conscientious objector who’s on file reason for objecting was; guns make it too easy to kill people.

The BAU screening process required a recommendation, specialisation, aptitude test, and one of the most thorough psych-evals there was. If that little tid bit had still been in her personnel file and paired with her past when they did her profile; forget not making top candidate. She would have been kicked out of the FBI into a rubber room.

So, before applying, Grace rescinded her Objection to remove it from her file. Then, once she had been accepted onto the team, she threw her first certification. Now all she had to do was keep failing. A bit embarrassing, but it worked. It seemed on brand for poor, clumsy, silly, Grace who can’t tell left from right without looking at her hands making an L shape with her fingers.

‘Five-O! I’ve got a suspicious-looking garden bed here!’ Luke called out.

‘Yesss!’ she fist pumped quietly. Now they had probable cause. And this was her favourite part. She took a step back and turned to the side. ‘FBI! STEP BACK FROM THE DOOR!’ She shouted the instructions to the empty house. She pivoted her hip and let her leg fly, slamming the ball of her foot with precision right above the knob. The doorframe splintered. The door flew open, smacking into the wall. She entered the room with a satisfied grin and then told herself she probably should tone down her excitement as the metallic foul stench hit her.

She followed it to the lounge room. Brown claggy blood was pooled on the rug. She sighed despondently as her eyes tracked blood spatter up the wall and onto the ceiling.

Grace pulled out some gloves from her bag and walked through to the kitchen and the back door, noting the size 11 men’s sneakers by the door. Definitely not Rita’s. ‘I’ve got blood on the rug in here. I think it’s safe to bet it’s Rita’s,’ she opened the door to the backyard and glanced over the garden bed Luke was pacing around. Too right it looked suspicious; there was a literal bloody slipper poking out of it. He didn’t even bury his own grandma properly. Obviously, the familial tie meant nothing to him. How arrogant was this unsub that he didn’t even bury his victims well enough to conceal them?

‘I’ll call in local forensics, but I think Jeremy’s been here since he got out, there’s men’s shoes by the door, and it’s pretty safe to say Rita was killed in the house. There’s pooling on the rug, straight line spatter up the wall and on the ceiling.‘ Grace said.

Alvez gave her a nod as he approached the back door. ‘So she was beaten by a blunt object swinging repeatedly in wide overhead arcs?’

She nodded back, impressed. ‘You’ll put me out of a job yet.’

‘Wouldn’t that be nice?’ He joked and clapped her shoulder as he passed her. She unintentionally jumped at the contact. ‘Right, I’ll go to the basement, you take the attic?’

Grace stiffened. ‘What?’

He turned back to her, ‘Well, if we’re trying to get info from this guy’s childhood, that kind of stuff moms keep packed away. So, if you want to look at the past… you go to the attic or basement.’

‘I meant, why do I get the attic?’ she bristled, suspecting the answer.

He winced. ‘Look, lately you’ve- I didn’t mean- I thought… you know with the dreams you’ve been having after the Robinson case you might prefer searching the-’

She stopped him right there. ‘Oh, that’s right! Sorry, I forgot, I flip out every time I go down a flight of stairs,’ she bit back sarcastically.

It wasn’t basements or stairs that did that. The smell of Irish Spring soap put her back there.

But he didn’t need to know that. She wasn’t weak. She could do this job.

‘Grace…’

‘I am okay, Alvez. Actually, I am more than okay. Nothing happened. We weren’t tortured or made to do awful things to each other. It was basically a holiday. So, I’m fine. It was ages ago. I got over it.’

Alvez gave her a concerned look, and that just made her more agitated.

‘Six months isn’t that long ago. Last week when you had that nightmare, I just want you to know that we-’

‘You take the attic.’ She said sharply as she marched into the kitchen.

The Robinson case shouldn’t have shaken her as much as it did. Everyone in this team had gotten over way worse. So would she, and she had. She’d had it far worse before. The Robinsons case was a cakewalk.

Scared? Afraid? Absolutely not. Ashamed was more accurate. It was an embarrassment that a profiler would fall for a ruse like that, even if they had only been on the job for two months. One thing she knew for certain: It would never happen again. It was embarrassing to have her colleagues think that case was what she had nightmares about. To think that she couldn’t handle the aftermath. She’d show him, she’d show them all; she wasn’t weak.

She ripped open the door that led to the basement stairs and yanked the pull cord. The dim light bulb sputtered on.

Behind her, Alvez called after her, ‘I’m not saying-’

‘Can’t hear you.’ Grace called back childishly and descended the stairs.

Well done, Grace. Beautifully handled. A person who was ‘Fine’ would totally behave like that. She ripped her phone out and called local law enforcement to alert them to the scene. Above her, she heard stairs creak as Alvez made his way up to the attic.

She froze. The wooden groaning of stairs. The same sound she heard three times a day back in that basement. Then she would watch the metal locked door waiting. Would it be a meal, another test, or death?

But it meant nothing now. She was okay now. She’d had it worse. Way worse. Fine. She was fine. She counted her breaths as the operator connected her to the right department.

10:40AM

After over an hour of shining a flashlight through cardboard boxes and scrounging through shelves of old tools and unused appliances, she had nothing noteworthy to add to the case. Rita’s late husband seemed really into model planes. There was also a disused wheelchair and two pairs of crutches that must have belonged to Jeremy. That was all she got.

Local CSI had arrived by now. She watched the hazmat suited bodies swarm around the lounge room from the hallway. She hesitated at the bottom of stairs, not quite ready to face Alvez after her meltdown. It was bound to happen one day.

Guess this was the case for it. It was the perfect storm. Brodey having it out for his siblings, Alvez talking about Spud, Rita buried in her backyard so carelessly, the Robinson case, Nathan Hariss, Honolulu for thanksgiving… Everything was raw. She was trying her best, but today, everything just seemed to put her back there. She massaged her wrist for the second time today as she watched the CSI team roll up the bloody rug.

Blood. Blood was a funny thing, it spread a lot more than the movies depicted. It got everywhere.

‘Maybe for once you'll feel what they felt you bastard,' she snarled in his ear. He thrashed under her uselessly. He sucked in shallow laboured breaths. They didn’t have much time. She could hear the sirens now. Blood gushed over her hands as she dug the razor into his throat. His cold eyes went wide with fear and pain. Good she thought. As her hand reached for a roll of duct tape on the floor next to his head she leaned close to his face. 'Do try to keep still,’ she parroted his words at him.

She shuddered. Better to be in the Robinson’s basement than to be back there.

Searching for anything to pull her out of the memory her eyes drifted along the framed photos that lined the hallway. One caught her eye. She lifted it off the wall and climbed the stairs. ‘Alvez!’

‘Yeah, up here!’ he called from a ladder above her. She climbed up and saw him hunched over a stack of photo albums.

‘Is there a photo album for 2010?’

‘Yeah? I think these are Tricia’s.’ He passed her a scrapbook. She flipped through the pages. ‘It’s weird. I’ve seen heaps of photos of Jeremy, but there’s not as many of Brodey, like less than ten baby pictures. Simmons could fill an entire book for each kid with just one month’s worth of baby photos. Without their side of the story, I can’t tell if they really did favour Jeremy.’

Grace shook her head. ‘I don’t think so, Brodey was born pre-affordable-digital camera. Jeremy was born when digital photos were dirt cheap to print. Brodey probably has just as many photos that never got developed. They’re probably in a box somewhere. It’s the same with me. I don’t have a lot of baby photos, but by the time my brother and sister came along, my parents had a digital camera. Trish has scrap-booked merit certificates and school work pre and post 2010. And in the hall, the grandparents have a framed graduation photo of Brodey. Both parents are in the photo, all dressed up for it. I doubt Brodey’s warped perception is actually a reality.’ She stopped on a promising photo and passed the framed one she had to Alvez as she slid the photo from the album out of its plastic sleeve.

‘You have siblings?’ He asked as he studied the photo in his hands.

‘Fraternal twins.’ She answered and read the description on the back of the photo. 'Do you?'

'What?'

'Have siblings?' she asked.

'I have a younger half-sister,' he answered, confirming what she had already deduced. ‘Is this of Andy?’ Alvez asked her, gesturing to the yellowed photo she had handed him of a little boy and his father holding a golf caddy almost as tall as him. He then sighted the same golf caddy in the corner of the attic.

Grace held up a similar photo of an older Andy with an arm around a disinterested teenager and a familiar background.

‘Groton Golf course, Brodey becomes a big brother, July 3rd, 2010,’ Grace read the description out loud. ‘I think the golf course is more significant than we originally thought. It’s not just a secluded place. It’s where he got told his mum was pregnant.’

‘So he kills them there because it’s like he undoes that moment. He can’t go on the road trip with his parents till he kills the surrogates where they first came into existence to him.’ Luke concluded.

She flipped through a few more pages in a later scrapbook. Something else stuck her. Jeremy was in a wheelchair until in the later photographs of him. Then he was on crutches for his 7th birthday.

She stood up suddenly, ‘Basement.’ She said. Alvez got up after her. ‘I saw—I think-I can’t believe I missed it.’ She sped down the stairs and Alvez tried to catchup. ‘I’m an idiot. I knew something was missing. It’s been bugging me since-’

‘Woah Grace, slow down. What?’

‘The crutches!’

‘What crutches?’ ‘Exactly, the hotel manager said the Tyler had crutches, but where are they? Now the police report for Jeremy’s disappearance mentions he went missing and his wheelchair was still at home. But he was walking around on crutches, so he must have had them with him when he went missing.’

‘Okay?’ Luke followed her.

‘If Jeremy went missing with his crutches-’ she rounded the shelving unit and pointed to the two pairs of child sized crutches leaning against the wall, ‘-where did these come from?’

‘Oh God,’ Alvez remarked as he walked up and inspected them, one pair of crutches old and dusty, the others were newer and engraved with the initials T.G. Tyler Giles. ‘These are the sickest trophies I’ve ever seen.’

‘He’s more sadistic than we thought. We got to tell the others. Brodey needs to kill at the golf course before he comes here to dump the trophy and start the road trip he feels he should have been on.’ Luke pulled out his phone and called Prentiss as they thundered up the stairs and rushed out the front door.

‘He’s going to the golf course. It’s part of the ritual.’ Prentiss sucked in a breath, ‘Okay, I’ll try to divert our forces back there…’ Luke and Grace shared a concerned glance at each other.

‘Divert? What happened?’ Alvez asked.

‘I’ve been trying to call but, service has been spotty, and I was just on a call with JJ. Rossi, Tara and I are half way to investigate a hit and run at a checkpoint an hour away. The assailant was in a car with a similar description, had hostages. He tried to run the check point. He ran over an officer, but Local PD apprehended them. He matches Brodey’s description.’ There was a dial tone sound over the speaker. ‘Hang on, Garcia is calling,’ Prentiss told them.

As soon as Garcia joined the call, she blurted a sentence they really didn’t want to hear. ‘Guys, it’s not him. I’m sorry, I was working as fast as I can but the police were taking forever to upload their evidence. It’s not him. But the good news, our check point caught some random sicko who happened to be trafficking a mother and daughter today. So there’s that.’

A dread filled moment of silence passed. Alvez and Grace ripped open their car’s door and jumped in. Alvez fired up the sirens and sped out of the driveway.

‘If it wasn’t him, the checkpoints may have spooked him. He may try a back road.’ Alvez said. She did the maths. Brodey would be in Groton within half an hour or could even be there now. They were closer, they would get there first. Grace reached into the back seat for their kevlar vests.

‘We’ll turn around. I’ll get everyone I can over there.’ Prentiss ordered over the phone.

‘We’re on our way. You’ll meet us there. Hopefully, we’ll get there before him.’ Alvez said.

‘Prentiss, you may also want to get Dr Boland and her team on standby.’ Grace added as she remembered the thought that had occurred to her in the attic.

‘What for?’ Luke and Prentiss asked at the same time.

‘An excavation.’ she said grimly. ‘Alvez, you know that groundsman you talked to who was really into his lawn?’

‘Yeah?’ He frowned at her.

‘Did he mention a patch that was particularly troublesome?’ she asked.

‘He did. He said the Rough around the 7th hole had a mind of its own…’ His face fell as he realised what she was saying.

‘I think I might have an idea where Jeremy disappeared to.’

Next Chapter

Thank you for reading. Also, Sorry to introduce so much stuff about Grace's past but not explaining a lot. I promise it'll makes sense. It may see convoluted but we will see more of these two events (the Robinson case that happened earlier in the year and a big event that happened when she was young) in later chapters. But let me know any theories you have? Also try and Guess what kind of pet Foley is, I'd love to hear what kind of pet you think Grace has. If you love it, or even just like it, please leave a comment and/or like it, it is much appreciated and it really motivates me.

TWs:

Ablesim: this is the big one. Unsub is targeting physically disabled people and uses awful language to describe disabled people. It's never justifiable at all to hate like that. unsub is horrible and delusional. Be warned for ick factor.

kidnapping: The unsub has abducted a whole family in this, but holds a child hostage and the team sas to negotiate out of it. but also Grace has flash back to her own experiences which leads to...

Threats and unwanted erotic attention: in Grace's past the Unsub is really creepy and it is hinted that he has an erotic fixation with Grace. Scene is just icky and uncomfortable but no actual actions of that nature are depicted.

Hinted Dog death: It is implied that the Unsub from Grace's past killed her dog in front of her.

Child death: sadly the victims are kids. also hinted that the unsub has done this before to his own sibling

murder: non graphic, but there is another body found, it's an elderly lady.

Violence and gore: Grace remembers fighting back against the unsub, it is uncertain whether she killed him in the process. but there is blood.

conscientious objection to bear firearms: Grace does not carry a gun, she is a conscientious objector for personal reasons that relates to her past. Conscientious objectors, are people who are in militant or law enforcement roles that refuse to kill or carry weapons for religious, or personal beliefs. This most often means they don't carry guns or are in non-combatant roles. But although she has the right to object, doesn't mean everyone respects that. The case I mention about the agent who was suspended from the FBI, is based on real events. I encourage people to research the history around Conscientious objectors, is very interesting, because it use to be a offence you could be court martialled over.

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The look of love by u/Mickleborough

The look of love 🎵 …Is in your eyes 🎶 🎵Meghan and Harry at the World Mental Health talk. He’s answering a question which Meghan permitted him to by waving him on, okpossibly because she’d been hogging the mike. So these are images of Meghan listening whilst Harry’s talking. (And no, he didn’t make sense.)Harry’s just starting.‘He’s smoking crack cocaine.’‘No one puts Baby in a corner.’‘He’s really an idiot.’‘You’ve been going on far too long. STFU already.’It‘s amusing watching her trying, not very hard, to look engaged.From Daniel Boland’s YT video Harry, Meghan and a MENTAL Health Summit post link: https://ift.tt/oMhiPq9 author: Mickleborough submitted: October 13, 2023 at 01:28AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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Studio photograph of the first envoys of the Irish Republic; Arthur O'Brien, Harry Boland, George Gavan Duffy and Sean T. O'Kelly, 1919. Photograph by Sean Hurley at 37 Grafton Street, Dublin.

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#OTD in 1851 – Birth of American financier, Thomas Fortune Ryan, in Charlottesville, Virginia, with ancestry to Protestant Anglo-Irish settlers in the 17th century.

Thomas Fortune Ryan was born near Lovingston, a small Nelson County community south of Charlottesville, Virginia. Despite certain myths regarding his background, Ryan was neither orphaned nor penniless as a youth and he traced his ancestry to Protestant Anglo-Irish settlers in the 17th century. At age 17, Ryan perceived a lack of economic opportunity in post-war Virginia and so moved across the…

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Meghan Markle "CRIES" at Queen's FUNERAL

"Bower is a paid hit man."---- Daniel Boland🤭

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Spider-Man Read-Through 008: Medusa and Mysterio

MASTERPOST

ASM 62-67

This entry's very compelling, but what a mess.

In this first issue, Peter says that he has ~never fought a female before~.

*snickers* Oooh this is going to be a good one.

This Medusa attacks with her hair and is apparently part of the Inhumans.

...THOSE Inhumans?

Oh Lord.

So she's there to test the Average Joe or something, which Peter definitely isn't.

More importantly, someone has my name! Love his suit, less fond of his face. He's giving Magnus McGilded (real name) or whatever name you know him under (Cosney Megundal for me).

See the likeness? To be fair, I dig the suit.

So Medusa's here for peace and giggles, but capitalism immediately rears its head and that blond guy above ask her to participate in a shampoo add. Which causes all sort of questions. How would she get paid? She doesn't have a human bank account (presumably), she doesn't care about human money (for now, presumably) and she sets up even more unrealistic standards for the human race (which. is interesting. there's something there. but anyway). And when McGilded/Bliss (...) offers to make a contract, she doesn't care and he's overjoyed. This story better hope it's a communist manifesto.

Even with these panels, I can say Peter's a handsome guy.

Meanwhile Osborn and Jameson are acting like an old married couple and I never thought I'd say this but it makes sense! Do they have a ship name? Osbon? Jamesorn? I'll listen to your suggestions!

The source of Norman's internal conflict is that he's progressively remembering about the times he dressed in drag and was a queen of BDSM with young jock DILF-seeker Peter Parker as partner. Norman hasn't been slaying for a while, and it's time he dons the cloth once again!

*snickers*

McGilded says he'll pay Medusa in fame, which is absolutely a scam, younglings, don't fall for it. She agrees with me and tells the producer to get rekt.

The producer motivates Peter to go fight Medusa fists first, questions later (which makes complete sense, remember when he fought the Human Torch?) and Peter has this to say:

"That's the trouble with women... they just can't keep their mouths shut!"

That is not very slay of you, Peter. Give back your woke badge, you're making me want to go read The Killing Joke.

By now, Peter begs every being he fights to not use up all his webbing, as it's very expensive. Peter, you sound like a broken record.

Peter also accuses me, a respected member of the Homiesexual community, of being a liar. This is a hate crime.

In the end, Peter gets back at McGilded, but can't get his mind off Gwen. This issue is gold and we, commies of the 21st century, deeply appreciate it.

This is a good thing, since the Vulture (apparently still alive) is going all Shadow the Hedgehog on us.

So here I was, enjoying a dark story about the Vulture avenging his name and Spidey having trouble with the rain when I was assaulted by an advertisement:

This sent me in a deep dive: who was Donald O. Bolander?

"Donald O Bolander is the author of books such as Instant Synonyms and Antonyms."

Fascinating biography. Don is/was like that one author you subscribe to for one article, who spams you every week with incredibly boring newsletters, but you can never seem to get the courage to suppress them from your daily life. Somehow, they've become part of your waking hours.

We got a bit more information here if you're curious. Anyway, he died in 2010, but look at you, Donald. It's 2023 and you're still making an impact on our lives. Godspeed!

Anyway, Peter goes back home and goes to sleep in his drenched Spidey costume, which is probably bad but I can't say I ever had this specific experience so you do you. He can't fall asleep because his brain keeps acting up, and this is once again proof that Peter has ADHD, thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Peter has internalized homophobia and thus can't ask Harry to give in to his urges and massage his back, but one other interesting thing happens: Vietnam.

So War on Vietnam has been mentioned a few times during these comics. It's not condemned, which is interesting because by 1968, there were definitely people speaking out against it. I think the writers might have wanted to speak out too, but weren't necessarily allowed to do so -- at least, not at that moment. I'm curious to see if the characters go against it.

Someone knocks, and it's Norman, who's considerably less nice than before. Repression!

So that issue was a fun one, the final battle (Vulture vs Vulture vs Spider-Man) incorporated well both Peter's Spidey and civillian lives. I don't care for the Vulture, but the soap opera is great!

The Vulture's attack continues and Robbie Robertson gets a chance to appear, to my usual delight (although I haven't mentioned him until now, he's a reasonable figure in Peter's life and these are usually rare in these comics. In fact, he directly notices that Spidey mentions him by name and figures it's someone he knows. Good going!

Meanwhile MJ gets a dated haircut, Anna and May are still in love with each other, and Anna really thinks her niece's hair are too masculine. Aaah, the Sixties. Gwen still has her long hair and shows off her legs, so she's a much better candidate for a Parker romance, obviously. Gwen's father suddenly recovered from his memory loss - as is known to happen, see the previous arc - so everything's fine again between Peter and Gwen.

Peter uses his smarts and beats the Vulture, but falls unconscious in the street... Will he get unmasked?

I mean, I could absolutely see it, SM2-way.

It so happens that Papa Stacey is here and will *not* let anybody unmask his favorite hero in his presence. He says he wouldn't do it without a legal expert. I wonder what he means by that.

One character mentions it's election year, and I wonder if it's going to be a prominent storyline. Is Osborn mayor already? Is he going to become mayor? Hm.

At this point, both Peter and Norman have been absent for a while and I have to wonder if people thought they had eloped or something. A politician, having a secret relationship with a younger male? Never seen that before!

Meanwhile MJ cameos to scare all of us. Is she in her Cats costume?

So Peter's in prison, he fakes helping prisoner so that he and Captain Stacey get out safely, but Spidey reaffirms his distrust in the legal system by saying that nope, he's not gonna wait for Stacey to testify to his innocence to leave prison. No way.

What a chad.

In the next issue (66), Mysterio's back! Which is nice.

I'm side-eyeing everyone who says TASM2 had too much going on.

Afterwards, the Marvel editors try to figure out how to give fanservice while not summoning their cis male reader base's homophobia. So far, the results have been middling. Either stick to what you were doing before, or show us more skin!!!

He loves dramatic entrances, and I'm here for them!

However, Peter once again questions his character development. Uncle Ben's principles are nice and all, but Peter's starving and needs money.

At least, Peter and Gwen are finally together! That's nice to see, at last. They didn't kiss yet (due to the CCA? nah). At the coffee shop where they go, Robbie and Captain Stacey talk together and reassure themselves that their interest in Spider-Man is strictly professional (in bold in text, twice!!). These men are not doing anything to beat the allegations.

Meanwhile... the Goblin is back! Norman talks to himself and says that his son is "lily-livered" and I'm sure he'd use a gay slur if he was allowed to (he'd be right, but that's not the subject).

Afterwards, Peter finds back his aunt who's absolutely terrified by the telly, which is a Thing that May Does. She's ridiculously fragile, but she's also gay so I can't help but love her.

Here's a small tangeant: we've been seeing the No More outfit (yellow vest, blue pants) for a while now. It's nice to see continuity like that!

So Peter's dead.

I mean. Not really. He's just miniaturized and placed in an amusement park. It's just like in Silent Hill 3! He has now a six inches............... size. Of course.

The visuals are very entertaining - Romita is creative.

Meanwhile, Aunt May is with her ~dear friend Anna~, who takes care of her. Yeah, I'm sure.

Randy, Robbie's son is introduced! Didn't expect that, but I'm happy that Robbie gets some development. The regular (soap side) cast keeps getting bigger...

Overall, it was a quite entertaining series of issues.

After a very entertaining fight, this issue - and post - ends on this. I had a vague feeling of déjà vu when I saw that, so I checked the cover and first page of the next issue and yeah - we're about to enter year 1969 and its Tablet storyline! I've read this one (as told in the masterpost) but I'll be curious to revisit it, especially as I don't recall the Goblin having any involvement.

But before we get there, we have three issues to read in the next post: Spectacular Spider-Man 1 & 2 + Annual 5.

Next time: Black-and-white pages?! :(

[epitome-of-an-openbook]

y'all really gonna ignore boy george and freddie mercury and annie lennox and david bowie and elton john and grace jones and melissa etheridge and steve bronski and jimmy sommerville and larry steinbeck and neil tennant and andy fraser and alice de buhr and brian jones and chuck panozzo and debbie harry and dug pinnick and sylvester and eric emmerson and fred schneider and holly johnson and paul rutherford and joan jett and rob halford and kate pierson and keith strickland and marc boland and pete burns and pete shelley and ray davies and ricky wilson and siouxie sioux and tom robinson and many others to push this idea that gay people didnt exist in the 70s and 80s???????????