#The Reagan Family

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"Commissioner Reagan?" The blond woman knocked on his door. "There's something important you should see."

"What is it detective Baker?" The commissioner beckoned her inside so she could explain herself.

"Sir, we've just received a report from the FBI. It's about your missing son Jamie. They've found him." Shock welled up inside Frank but also hope. My baby My son He's been found! Is he alright? What happened? Was he hurt?

"Where is he? Is he alright?" Frank demanded to know. "When can I see him?"

"He lives on Staten Island with his wife and infant son." Baker informs him. "This is his military and police files." She says as she hands the commissioner a stack of brown folders.

He has a wife and son! He is a cop, a marine. And in my OWN department. How could I have not realized that? Logically Frank knows that with 30,000 officers in the NYC department. The chances of meeting his boy is slim to none.

But logic often has no bearings on emotions.

“Has he been informed about this?” Frank asked.

“Not yet. He’s still on tour. He’ll be getting off at 10am.” Baker replied. “The midnight shift, a rookies lot.” Frank said more to himself than anyone.

“Where exactly does he live? I want to tell him myself if that’s possible.” Frank questioned. Eager to get there first and to comfort his son after the shocking knowledge is revealed.

“504 East avenue George county.” She informed him.

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Frank was examining the house as his SUV slowed to a stop at the curb. It was shortly after 10:30am so his boy should have just gotten home. Excitement and fear flowed through him. He was excited to finally see his son after so many years of not knowing what had happened to him. And fear because he was afraid of his boys reaction. Would he accept me? Would he want to build the close relationship he would have had with Frank if he had not been stolen from them?

“Commissioner?” Baker gently put a hand on his shoulder. Bringing him back to reality. “He’s on his front porch.” Nodding her head in the direction to Franks left.

Turning his head he observed a young man who looked so much like Joe it took his breath away.

The young man was standing on his front porch. Confusion evident on his face. He must wonder what the police commissioner was doing parked outside his house.

Frank stepped out of his SUV. And held himself back from running to his missing son. Instead he briskly walks up to him.

“Hello.” Emotion nearly choking his voice. “Hello.” His boy, his grown son awkwardly spoke back. "So you're the police commissioner?" Jamie asked the question he already knew the answer to.

"Yes." He confirmed. "There's something I need to tell you." Uncertain how to start the conversation he pulls out a cigar asking if Jamie minds first. When he receives the answer no, he lights up. And takes a long draw of the nicotine. Exhaling. Frank says " You're my son. You were kidnapped as a baby. Your documents are fake and your fingerprints match my Jamie." Words rushing out.

" I'm not surprised." Upon seeing the look on Franks face. Jamie clarifies. " I found something in my par, the people who I thought was my parents house. And our blood types are incompatible."

“I’m glad to finally meet you.” Jamie speaks breaking the stunned silence. “Me too.” Frank gently grabs Jaime and pulls him into a bear hug. Both men cling to each other as they begin to cry tears of joy.

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Lucifarian Family 80s Redux: Bios:

The Princess of Gluttony: Kat Lucifarian / Katriona Reagan (1984)

The fourth of the seven sins, she lures people in with a homecooked meal, only to end up eating her guests.

"I dare not hand Bon my list of men to invite in for dinner."

Name

Full Legal Name: Katriona Titania Reagan

First Name: Katriona

Meaning: A variant of 'Catriona', the Anglicized form of both Irish 'Caitríona', and the Scottish Gaelic 'Caitrìona', both are forms of 'Katherine', from the Greek name 'Aikaterine'. The etymology is debated, it could derive from an earlier Greek name 'Hekaterine', itself from 'Hekateros' meaning 'Each of the two', it could derive from the name of the goddess 'Hecate' (from the Greek 'Hekate', possibly derived from 'Hekas' meaning 'Far off'), it could be related to Greek 'Aikia' meaning 'Torture', or it could be from s Coptic name meaning 'My consecration of your name'

Pronunciation: ka-TREE-na

Origin: Irish, Scottish

Middle Name: Titania

Meaning: Perhaps based on Latin 'Titanius' meaning 'Of the Titans'

Pronunciation: ti-TAH-nee-a

Origin: Literature

Surname: Reagan

Meaning: Anglicized form of Irish 'Ó Riagáin' meaning 'Descendant of Riagán', 'Riagán' is from Old Irish 'Riacán', probably derived fron 'Ri' 'King' combined with a diminutive suffix

Pronunciation: RAY-gan

Origin: Irish

Aliases: Kat Lucifarian, The Princess of Gluttony, The Gluttonous Princess, The Giantess of Gluttony, The Giantess of Gourmandizing, The Gluttonous Giantess, The Gourmandizing Giantess, The Princess of Gluttony Kat Lucifarian, The Gluttonous Princess Kat Lucifarian, The Giantess of Gluttony Kat Lucifarian, The Giantess of Gourmandizing Kat Lucifarian, The Gluttonous Giantess Kat Lucifarian, The Gourmandizing Giantess Kat Lucifarian

Nicknames: Kat, Rio, Titan, Nia, Rea, Gunner, Kitty, Tall-Ass, Princess K, Giantess

Titles: Miss

Characteristics

Age: 26

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: European (Human)

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: White (Mixed. Both Sides White) 1/2 Irish 1/2 Scottish

Birth Date: 5th January 1958

Sexuality: Demisexual, Biromantic

Religion: Raised Irish Catholic, Wiccan

Native Language: English

Spoken Languages: English, Irish Gaelic, Scots Gaelic, Spanish, French, Japanese

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Theme Song: 'Rocky Road To Dublin' - The Dubliners (1964-1972), 'Walk On The Wild Side' - Lou Reed (1972-)

Voice Actor: Catherine Tate

Singing Voice: Lady Miss Kier

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Ayr, South Ayrshire County, Scotland

Current Location: On The Road

Current Residence: Albany, Albany County, New York USA

Hometown: Blackrock, Dublin, Ireland

Appearance

Height: 7'0" / 213 cm

Weight: 250 lbs / 113 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: Blonde

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: 4 (1 1/4 Arm Sleeve)

Piercings: Ear Lobe (Double, Both), Helix (Double, Both Sides)

Scars: Small Surgical & Accidental scars in random places

Clothing Style: Gothic / Geeky

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: Gigantism, Acromegaly, Short-Sightedness (Undiagnosed: Autism, Social Anxiety)

Medications: Has Glasses & Contact Lenses

Any Specific Diet: None (But eats a larger amount than the other girls)

Relationships

Allies: Ves Lucifarian, Bon Lucifarian, Nadia Lucifarian, Anna Lucifarian, Nora Lucifarian, Syn Lucifarian, André The Giant, Lou Albano

Enemies: Moolah, Wendi Richter, Big John Studd, Hulk Hogan, Lord Alfred Hayes, Dynamite Kid, Brutus Beefcake, Roddy Piper (Kind of)

Mentor: Ruaidhrí Reagan

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None

Parents: Ruaidhrí Reagan (56, Father), Grizel Reagan (57, Mother, Née Ross)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: None

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Hell Itself

Trainers: Dearbháil Ó Madaidhín, Ultán Reagan Croía Mac Ghabhann, Tomás Reagan, Brónach Grady, Séamas Reagan, Áine Desmond, Ruadhrí Reagan

Managers: Damo Lucifarian

Wrestlers Managed: None

Debut: 1964

Retired: N/A

Wrestling Style: Highflyer

Stables & Teams: An Teaghlach Reagan [The Reagan Family] (1964-1976), The Lucifarian Family (1976-)

Regular Moves: Double Leg Drop (To the Gut/Groin), Diving Leg Drop, Sitout Inverted Suplex Slam, Plancha, Mulekick, Feeding Frenzy (Wild Punches to the Gut), Organ Grinder (Dropkick), Hungry For Blood (Diving Clothesline), Consummation (Rope Aided Corner Dropkick), 666 / Number Of The Beast (Tiger Feint Kick From Between The Middle And Lowest Ropes), Vampire's Bite (Sitout Jawbreaker), Butcher's Knife Chops (Open-Handed Chops)

Finishers: Overfeeding (High-Angle Senton Bomb), Cheshire Grin (Inverted Facelock Neckbreaker), Eat Cake (Banzai Drop), Giantess Splash (Splash Into a Pin)

Refers To Fans As: The Gluttonous, The Gluttonous Ones, The Starved, The Starved Dogs

Commentary Name: The Ogress, The Giantess

Extras

Backstory: Katriona grew up as a tall child, permanently taller than everyone around her. Her mother the less successful sister of a specialist doctor, and her father the eighth of eight kids. No one knew how tall she would eventually be, and how much pain she'd end up in, before she got corrective surgery at the age of 20 (she stopped growing at 7'0"). She pays for everything in her life through wrestling (and her artwork), something she'd learnt from her family.

Katriona started wrestling professionally when she was 16, and back then she was only 6'0". Having a flair for the dramatic, and a desire to up the amount of money she could spend on food, Katriona trained to be a highflyer (and took a more comedic angle to her wrestling), and soon doubled her drawing power because of it, after all, it's not everyday that you see an (actual) giant do a backflip and succeed. Going under the mask, as a way to market herself as a potential threat, came soon after this.

Although, in reality, she knows deep down that she wears the mask to hide her face, and remain somewhat private in her everyday life. She would make people think that if the mask was removed, during a match, that she would become much more savage, and cannibalistic, and attempt to bite her opponent. Vesta talked her into becoming the Gluttonous Giantess, and soon after joining the Lucifarians, her natural height and weight advantage, put her on track for being the biggest draw of the group, a role Katriona doesn't like much.

Trivia:

Katriona's role is as the Mouth (sort of), Muscle (sort of), Brain (sort of), and the group's human scare tactic

Katriona is Blunt, Gloomy, Hard-Working, Reserved, Self-Indulgent and Sensitive

Katriona knows what she likes and what she wants

Katriona is willing to bleed 'hard-way' if needed

Katriona keeps to herself until she needs to speak or act

Katriona is extremely secretive

Katriona eats almost 24/7

Katriona won't talk to anyone when feeling down or missing home

Katriona is only 4 inches shorter than André

Katriona hates blading

Katriona only hates Piper due to his on-screen personality

Katriona hates Big John Studd because of his disrespectful nature, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's 'obnoxiously American', she hates Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid, because they're British, and she hates Brutus Beefcake because he's 'so much' energy-wise

Katriona has always been tall, but also always been shorter than André

Katriona often references folk tales and mythology in her promos, managing to make them darker and scarier

Katriona's '666' is a modified '619', hence the numerical name

Katriona likes: Pumpkins, Camper vans, Pick-up Trucks, Orange (Both the colour & fruit), Trifle, Halloween, Easter, Pigs, Boars, Quad bikes, Chrysanthemums, Lager Shandy (Aka Panaché), Black clothing, Horror Movies, Comedy Movies

Katriona dislikes: Jellied Eels, VW beetles, Tractors, Neon Colours, Battenberg cake, Christmas, Mispronounced words (Samhain is not 'Sam-Hain'), Spiders, Moths, Turkey, Stinging nettles, Skirts, Short-shorts, Hospitals, Wasps, Social Events

Left: Katriona in 'Human form' (With her natural blue eyes)

Right: Kat in 'Demon form' (With orange eyes)

[kara-zor-els]

What I find kinda funny is that writers in the 80s and 90s could not name political figures (too much, they still got name dropped sometimes) but the artists were very much allowed to just. Straight up draw them.

POV: you are reading 80s/90s comics:

[tender-emotional-music]

Karen Wheeler WILL beat the homophobic allegations in s5

[rejectingrepublicans]

[republicansaredomesticterrorists]

[penwieldingdreamer]

A Shot in the Dark ~ Prologue

Well, welcome to my latest obsession - FBI and OA Zidan. This is a crossover between FBI, FBI: Most Wanted & Blue Bloods. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in any future chapters.

I do not own any of the characters of the FBI Franchise and Blue Bloods, they belong to their respective owners

Summary It's said, you'll always meet twice in life. But you never thought it be in a hostage situation with a gun pressed against your head.

Warnings: hostage situation, canon typical violence, coarse language, smut in later chapters

The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.

Life in general is scary, and yet you step out of your home each day and face it. You imagine how a situation might turn out if you just changed one thing in your day to day life. Sometimes it’s the sandwich they didn’t have at the bakery and sometimes it’s the choice you make on the job.

“Andrew, drop the gun and let my sister go!” Detective Danny Reagan called, his own weapon trained on the former NYPD officer, voice shaking as he looked at you, seeing his own fear mirrored in your eyes. “She’s got nothing to do with this. You want me. Let the kids and her go.”

Shaking his head, former police officer Andrew O'Sullivan pushed the muzzle of his gun harder against your temple. "They are all the leverage I need to get you to do what I want."

"O'Sullivan! This is Agent Scott and Agent Bell with the FBI. Surrender your weapons and let the hostages go. We will make sure that your demands are met, but you need to let the kids and Miss Reagan go."

You could feel the tears running down your cheeks, but you knew you had to be strong for the children. Their parents put you in charge and you, as their teacher, needed to make sure they'd get out safe. “Please Mister O’Sullivan, you got me, let the children go home. They don’t have anything to do with this.”

Your heart was hammering in your throat watching your brother desperately trying to get Andrew to drop the weapon, the ground feeling like it was going to be pulled from underneath you. And here you thought it was going to be a good day today.

Five hours earlier, 9:15 Bluestone Lane Tribeca Café

"So, heard anything from tall, dark and handsome? You looked cute together."  

“Erin!”

“Mom! You’re embarrassing her.”

The lawyer grinned into her coffee mug as the three of you sat together for breakfast. "What!? I saw pictures from way back when. It's been more than four years now, just thought maybe you'd have a run in with him again."

"Nope, haven't seen him since before he started training at Quantico and you would know that. I'm practically living with dad and pop again after those idiots living above me wouldn't have smoked weed and forgot to shut off the water."

Nicky only rolled her eyes at her mother trying to play matchmaker – as always. “You should leave Y/N alone. Danny would have a field day if she came home with him.”

“Thank you, Nicky, I knew why you were my favorite niece.” You took a bite from your chocolate croissant. Usually you’d be getting the breakfast sandwich the café was famous for but today they were all out.

“I’m your only niece, so that’s not a hard feat to do.”

“Yet.” You pointed a finger at the younger woman. “And I don’t even know where he is. I’ll not be running after him and use dads resources to find him.”

“All I’m saying is that you should get laid, you can’t just stay a single workaholic forever." 

Sending your sister a disapproving look, you could see the disgust on your nieces face. She was old enough to be part of that conversation and already had one boyfriend, yet you knew she was absolutely embarrassed by her mother's choice of breakfast conversation.

"Mom! God! I'll be heading off to work or you'll start talking about dad and yourself." Nicky, so much like Erin grabbed her purse and to-go cup, leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek before she moved next to you. With her arm draped over your shoulder, she leaned in as if to whisper into your ear but still spoke at normal volume. "Don't let her bully you into looking him up. You do you, Auntie, but she's right, you need to get laid."

Slack jawed at her gall, you turned accusatory eyes on the lawyer. "That's definitely on you, Erin. You taught her to be like that."

"Well, she's definitely got that from me and she'd make a great lawyer like that."

Letting out a sigh, you leaned back in your chair.

Damn, they were right.

Quickly apologizing to God under your breath, you try to anchor yourself to your mug. It had been years since you had seen Omar. You had met him outside a bar in the Financial District, after a date had dumped her right before dessert, telling her she wasn’t worth his time.

“He’s a dick, he wasn’t going to know what to do with you anyway.”

You sat together at the bar and talked about random stuff – friends, hobbies, only things that wouldn’t compromise him as you later found out he was undercover for the DEA.

“You’re quiet, what are you thinking about?”

Blinking, you watched your sister with a small, wistful smile, something she had seen so often when you had gone out to have breakfast with Nicky and her every Saturday morning. “Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, but the secret smile that barely turned up the corners of your mouth was still there and the lawyer knew that one, she had seen it often enough.

Erin took a sip from her coffee, narrowing her eyes at you. “Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome isn’t it?”

“Maybe.” You admitted quietly, looking down at your fingers, busy playing with the white napkin under your croissant.

“You should get Eddie to look for him, maybe he’s in town.”

Shaking your head vigorously. “No, I’ll not be looking for him. We would have seen each other, probably...maybe.”

“New York is huge, you think you’d just walk down Broadway and bam! There he is? Y/N, I can assure you, that’s not how it works.” She laughs, knowing all about it with her ex-husband Jack. “You want him, you need to look for him, he’s not just going to turn up if you snap your fingers.”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to look for him, maybe it wasn’t meant to be if I haven’t run into him by now. Or maybe he’s somewhere in D.C., happily married with 1.93 kids, living in the suburbs and chasing the bad guys.”

Chuckling, the lawyer shook her head at you. “You got it all figured out now, huh? Maybe he’s still single, thinking about that maybe with you. He was really nice when he came around for lunch that day.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me, Eddie wouldn’t shut up about him for a week straight.” Just then your phone chimed, letting you know that you needed to get ready to get to your Junior High class for their field trip to the museum. You would meet them together with their parents right in front of the museum. “Shit, I’m late! Sorry Erin, I got to head off.”

“We’re not done talking about him!” She called after you as you raced out of the cafe to the next Metro station.

An hour and a half later you remind your seventh grade students to be nice and listen closely to the lady showing you around the National History Museum. “There’s going to be a test on Monday next week, so you guys should take notes on all of this.”

A groan ripped through the hall and I knew they hated me for this. “But Miss Reagan, you said we could have fun today.” Jimmy calls from the back, a frown on his cute face. 

Giggling, you shook your head. They were still thinking it was just going to stay easier from there on out. “I did, but it doesn’t mean you guys can slack off on your school work. This is going to help you with your Science project.”

Groans, followed by sighs from your students were the end of that conversation. You and the group of thirteen-year-olds followed Mrs. Langdon as she talked about the museum, which exhibitions had already been part of the building and what was waiting for the boys and girls of Lower Manhattan Middle School. They were in the Early Adolescence stage and it was absolutely normal for them to act like that. With Nicky, Jack and Sean you had been exposed to that stage early on and you loved them for it.

You entered the Saurichian Hall of the museum, awed by the skeletons, the hairs on your arms starting to raise from the goosebumps at the imagination of having lived back in time, 66 millennia’s ago. But somehow, it wasn’t the only thing that gave you the shivers. At the entrance of the museum you had seen a guy, dressed like everyone else. But you had been around police your whole life and listened to your bothers to know that something was definitely wrong with him. His head was down but you saw his eyes darting about like he was searching for something – or someone.

Getting to the next section, you slightly turned your head away from your students excitingly listening to the tales of each dinosaur exhibited at the museum.

There he was again, the backpack slung low on his shoulders and it looked like he was sweating. Was he sick and needed help? If so, wouldn’t he have asked the people at the front desk or even stayed at home.

Danny had always told you to be vigilant about suspicious people roaming about and this guy fit the description. Should you text Danny or Jamie? They were probably busy with their cases and if he was just a creep you’d make a fool out of yourself and maybe your dad in extension.

Police Commissioner’s daughter accuses visitor at the National History Museum to be a creep and makes a laughing stock out of the Reagan family.

Now that would be the headline of the week.

Turning back to listen to Mrs. Langdon and your students with a sigh you missed him pulling out a gun from under his jacket, pointing it at your back before slightly lifting it up and pulling the trigger.

11:40, Joint Operations Center

“Alright guys, we've got a hostage situation at the National History Museum. Twenty-two students from LoMa Middle School and their teacher. This is high profile. Detective Reagan with the NYPD called it in about fifteen minutes ago.” ASAC Jubal Valentine’s voice rang out through the JOC. He motioned to Elise, one of the Analysts to put every information on the screens. “This is Y/N Reagan, she’s a teacher at the school and also the daughter of New York City Police Commissioner Frank Reagan.”

Your picture popped up on the screens, a happy smile on your face as you sat together with your father and your brother Jamie at a city function.

“You know, now that I’m done with my trainee-ship as teacher, we could make it official. Dad wants me to tag along at this function or other and I’d like to take you as my plus one.” You smiled at him, your arms slung around his neck as you lounged together on his bed.

Omar ran his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and up again. He loved the feeling of your soft skin under his hands, slightly roughed from the army. “It would be nice, I’d love to finally show you off to my family as well. Erin has been nagging me like a hen to know who the guy is making me smile all day.” He smiled, nuzzling her neck and listening to her giggles as his nose and beard rubbed up and down against that point where her neck met her shoulder.

"I'd like that. I bet your sister isn't the only one nagging." He chuckled, burrowing closer and pushing his lower half against yours earning a soft groan from you.

Your fingers raked over his head, feeling the short cropped hair tickle the palm of your hands. “Pop and dad are already giving me those penetrative looks, you know the ones where they are acting like cops and trying to read a suspects thoughts.”

Closing his eyes, the former army ranger breathed in your scent. It was the one thing that grounded him on days his mind sent him back to Iraq. “From what you told me I’m more afraid of your brother, not your father and grandpa.”

Omar moved next to Maggie, a soft Shit leaving his lips as his eyes swept over the screens. It had been a few years since he’d last seen you, only a few days short of leaving for his training at Quantico. Seeing your face, tear track staining your cheeks with the suspect pressing his gun to your head.

The brunette watched her partner, the fingers of his left hand anxiously playing with his ring. A sign that he was nervous. A sign Maggie had learned in the beginning when they first were partnered up.

“You know her?”

He sighed, “We, ugh, we dated for a while before, before I went into training. I...broke it off, because I thought she’d be better off without me.”

“Gosh, OA.” Maggie murmured, scratching a fingernail along her eyebrow thoughtfully. She knew her partner had been in relationships before – he was Muslim, not a virginal saint, but she had never seen him this distraught or anxious. 

It was clear as day that you were still important to him and it took everything in him to not run out the door and drive off toward the museum.

"What do we have on the suspect?" Isobel questioned, coming to stand next to her 2nd in charge. 

"Suspect is 40 year old Andrew O'Sullivan, former police officer with the NYPD, 54th Precinct and bomb specialist with the Marines. Detective Daniel Reagan, Y/N’s older brother was part of the investigation against him.” Kelly Moran, an analyst at the JOC spoke up, tapping hastily on his keyboard and sending the pictures of their suspect to the bigger screens. “He took drugs from evidence and tried to sell it on the street. O’Sullivan needed it for his daughter, she has leukemia and he was going to take the money to pay for her treatments.”

The analyst pressed a key to show the picture of a little girl, maybe ten years old, grinning at the camera. “Lena O’Sullivan, she”

“His daughter died two days ago, that’s why he’s doing it. He wanted to save her from it and we took the money that would pay for her treatment. Andrew has been angry with me for a while and called me after Lena died.” A new voice sounded from behind them, strong and authoritative, yet they could all hear the pain laced into his words. “He has my sister and if you guys don’t get a move on, Andrew is going to kill them all.” Detective Daniel Reagan had made his way to the JOC, knowing he couldn’t make a move against O’Sullivan without the people of the FBI. You were his little sister and he’d be damned just sitting around at the precinct when he needed to get you to safety. More so when Erin would have his head for being the reason the former officer had you and your kids as hostages.

[lyricthecat-12]

Feliz Día Mundial de la Concienciación sobre el Autismo!

[deadpresidents]

"No fewer than twenty-nine of my [research] cards document [Ronald] Reagan's detachment. He was at once the most remote and the most accessible of men. Although he reveled in the constant flesh-pressing of the Presidency, and ate up flattery with a spoon, he needed regular spells of 'personal time.' Glance through the Oval Office peephole and you would see him happily writing in longhand, always with his tie straight and jacket on, ensconced in an egglike solitude that the curvature of the lens only emphasized.

Adored by so many, he was a man with no real friends. This was not due to any inherent misanthropy...Until he remarried in 1952, earnest, bespectacled Ronnie was said to be 'best friends' with [actor] William Holden, and after that with Robert Taylor. But neither man was more than a barbecue buddy. Hundreds of political supporters and associates claimed to be close to him when he was Governor of California and thousands during his Presidency. Former Senator Paul Laxalt spoke for all of them when he said, 'I guess I know Ronald Reagan as well as anybody. Of course we never talk about anything personal.'

Sooner or later, every would-be intimate (including his four children, Maureen, Michael, Patti, and Ron) discovered that the only human being Reagan truly cared about (after his mother died) was Nancy. For Laxalt, disillusionment came when the President called to thank him for his campaign help in 1984, only to pause in midsentence and audibly turn over a page of typescript. For William F. Buckley Jr., it was when Reagan showed polite relief at his inability to accept an offer of hospitality. For Michael Reagan, it was the high-school graduation day his father greeted him with 'My name is Ronald Reagan. What's yours?'

Patti Davis, Reagan's younger daughter, writes in her 1992 autobiography:

'Often I'd come into a room and he'd looked up from his notecards as though he wasn't sure who I was. [Youngest son] Ron would race up to him, small and brimming with a child's enthusiasm, and I'd see the same bewildered look in my father's eyes, like he had to remind himself who Ron was...I sometimes felt like reminded him that Maureen was his daughter, too, not just someone with similar political philosophies.'

Reagan's scrupulously kept Presidential diary is remarkable for a near-total lack of interest in people as individuals. In all its half-million or so words, I did not find any affectionate remark about his children. He conscientiously named every visitor to the Oval Office, having a printed schedule to refer to, but in conversation he tended to rely on pronouns. Nor did he pay much attention to faces. 'Nice to meet you, Mr. Ambassador,' he greeted Denis Healey, the former Defense Minister of Great Britain, while the real British Ambassador stood by. 'But I've already met him,' his Excellency [the Ambassador] complained, 'eleven times.'"

-- Edmund Morris, Ronald Reagan's authorized biographer, on President Reagan's aloof personality, "The Unknowable: Ronald Reagan's Amazing, Mysterious Life," The New Yorker, June 28, 2004.

[whizzeryuri]

thinks about whizzers panel on hartford stage

[floofle-universe]

“And as long as the one you love is happy, maybe you can be happy later”

[datapancakes]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

[falling-star-cygnus]

i just binged inside job in two days and i am having feelings™️  -> the execution of this show's main gang is so beautifully done, im like- constantly impressed

because they're all misfits

-> Gigi, Brett, Myc, Andre, Glenn, and Reagan were all pretty much socially isolated until they came to the deep state {even though glenn and gigi's backstories are still pretty much up in the air sans a few glimpses}

but that's why their group works so well, that's why they can intrinsically understand each other without even fully realizing it

i'm realizing they all sort of represent the five stages of grief too; of learning to let go and finally healing in the comfort of their own little fucked up found family

Brett is denial -> He's constantly chasing after any form of affection people will give him, telling himself that it's genuine and that- no, these people don't dislike him! this is just friendly banter! he just needs to prove himself a little more, push just a little farther and then Brett will for sure be worth their approval!

Glenn is anger -> With the limited knowledge we have of Glenn, no finite backstory outside his wife and veteran status, it's pretty easy to realize that he has a lot of anger towards... everything. He's mad about his face, about his divorce and he constantly lashes out about it

Andre is bargaining -> What's beautiful about Andre's writing is the almost intrusive depiction of what he's like sober and why he can't kick the addiction. He's such a terrified and self-conscious person that he'll do or trade anything for the crutch that finally gives him peace of mind.

Reagan is depression -> Like Brett, Reagan is constantly trying to prove herself. However, unlike her best friend, her desire to do so doesn't manifest as optimistic denial. She's strung out and exhausted but she can't stop because what is she without her work? And she can't be bothered to take care of herself because she doesn't see the point in it

Gigi and Myc are acceptance, albeit because -> 1. We see Gigi turning down her literal dream job twice because she realizes that Cognito is her family, and that she doesn't have to fight to prove herself to them -> 2. The entirety of the hivemind episode was Myc just- finally vocalizing that, yeah he's a jerk, but he's the gang's jerk and he's always going to have a place among these people

man, if only this show could get a third season TToTT

[anonnluvver]

headcannons concept,, Brett and reader in an established relationship, reader taking Brett home for Thanksgiving or something like that and meeting readers Big Chaotic Family. like im talking 30ish relatives squeezed into readers great-aunt-in-laws lower middle class sized house. I absolutely need to watch him experience being quickly accepted into a genuinely loving family complete with all the quirky traditions and closeness. he would definitely be crazy nervous about it until we show up and he realizes it's nothing like the formal tense holiday dinners of his childhood. I just know my family would love him so much to the point where they would steal him away from me and he would spend more of the holidays playing touch football with my cousins and looking at readers baby pics with my aunties then time with me!!

This concept sounds so sweet and silly😭 thank you for requesting, Hope you like it!

Brett x reader head-cannons(family gathering)

The first time Brett meets your whole entire family he’s excited but super nervous and anxious he just wants them to like him.

Even though you tell him it’s not a big deal and it’s just a family dinner he’ll still go out of his way to buy gifts for each and everyone of your family members.

Brett will almost be having a heart attack before even entering the house but when your aunties open the door he’ll be caught by suprised by being smothered by all your aunts!

Immediately inviting him in and completely disregarding you (lol) your whole family will ambush him with questions about himself and silly ones like how’d you ever pull a guy like him.

Brett gets his fair share of time with the adults and aunties who loving squeeze his cheeks and laugh at all his jokes. But he also spends time with all the littles, all your cousins and your siblings playing games and chasing them around. Like hide and seek, some tag and some sports too.

Your mom, grandma and aunts will steal him away to show all your embarrassing photo albums and pictures from when you were a baby and so on.

And When it’s time to eat your mom makes sure Brett’s the first to have a plate that’s plenty full.( I mean like over the brim full) Of course Brett being the sweetheart he is eats all of it even when he feels wayyy to full.

Your whole family plays your favorite traditional games together at the end of the evening and you help Brett throughout all the games understand how to play and all the rules.

And when it’s time to leave all your aunties will once again smother Brett in their arms and squeezeing tightly his cheeks asking him to promise them he’ll visit as soon as possible. And the goodbyes would last about a few extra minutes with all the kisses and hugs they give him.

By the end of it all Brett would end up crying when the two of you are finally alone and when you ask what’s wrong he’ll sob explaining how loving and generous your family is, as he never had that feeling before it was such an overwhelming love that it’s making him cry. You hug and comfort him (and even cry a little yourself too.) but it’s safe to say he’s even more excited for the next time he gets to see your family.

[nyxrsh]

did not start watching a fun little show about a world where conspiracies are real only to be whacked in the face of how love exists in a million different ways and just how much of yourself you give up for its sake

[chasethebreeze]

Man... Cold War era US Propaganda was so well done that it is still fucking with us.