#unidentified baby john doe

[taerple]

JOHN PRICE - MAKE UP S*X

— warning: in no way this is meant to sexualize anyone, this is all entertainment purposes only. thanks for reading.

- harsh language. breeding-kink(ish). eating-out. age-gap.

“I fucking missed you.” The older man breathed out, soft gaze fixated on me. He cupped my cheeks and stared into my eyes. God, I really missed him too. Not wanting to waste another second, he crashed his lips onto mines, so desperate, so needy, and so hungrily for something that wasn’t just senseless and meaningless sex— for love.

His lips sucked mine. Hands roaming and groping each other’s hot bodies while filthy noises spilled from our mouths. “Please..” He whimpered, “I need you— I need to have you.” He pulled away slightly, panting heavily. His dark siren eyes held me captive.

They begged— pleading, and oh I was fucking aching to have him, all for myself. “Then have me.” He immediately tore my clothes off like an animal, pinning me down on the soft mattress and leaving me only in my panties. He started to trail wet kisses down from my jaw to my neck to my breasts, on every bump and mole on my skin. Just that was enough to send shivers through every nerve inside me, and I savored every moment.

He started biting and painting marks on my skin. I locked eyes with him, before his head stopped right in front of my soaked core. This is fucking killing me. His fingers hooked around the hem of my panties as he took them off. I felt exposed to him but this unidentifiable excitement flowed through my veins. He kept teasing his tongue around my inner thighs and not where I needed it the most.

But he read me like an open book. “Patience, love.” He slightly mumbled, not breaking the eye contact for even a second. His mouth finally latched onto my wet cunt and began slurping my juices and eating me out like I was his last meal. “Fuck— slow down!” I muttered out. If pleasure was a way to die, lord take me away and never bring me back.

His tongue relentlessly fucked me. A slow rhythm of thrusts and sucks followed by a hard, fast beat of bites and licks and slurps. My breath hitched in my throat.

His fingers moved faster against my folds, and I knew that my high was coming. But just as I was about to squirt my juices, he quickly pulled his fingers out. “Damn you, John.” I seethed.

“Patience, love.” He said as he lowered his weight, unbuckling his belt before pulling down his pants. “D’you want this?” He slightly panted out. Of course I did, why else would I be writhing under his touch?

Pulling down his boxers, revealing his alarmingly cock. Holy fuck, does this man have no conscience? That’s not gonna fit. At least that’s what I thought.

He smirked, knowing exactly what was going through my mind, as well as I do. The bastard knew me better than anyone. He slapped his cockhead against my cunt a couple of times before pushing it in slowly. I could tell he was resisting himself. And then I felt it— a deep penetration followed by a sharp pinch, causing pain to erupt across my lower abdomen and spread like wildfire throughout my entire body.

A moan left my lips involuntarily. “See, isn’t this better, huh?” I tried to respond when suddenly his hips jerked against me, slamming into my center, his teeth biting the tender skin of my neck. He lets out a small laugh looking at my fucking state.

But I wanted him to. His hips kept battering against my hip. I felt every inch of him inside me. “Oh fuck, you feel so damn good.” He moaned and started to thrust wildly against my inner walls. My whole body convulsed. The pleasure that coursed through my veins felt euphoric— addictive— but also unbearable. So damn good… it was almost too much to handle.

“You’re gonna cum, baby.” His grip tightened around the sides of my waist. His palm pressed on my abdomen making it difficult to hold it in. And I came, hard. He didn’t stop though. He continued pounding me, continuing to slam into me.

I couldn’t speak. The pleasure was too much but felt so damn good.

“You’re taking me so well, love. Just a lil’ longer, yeah?” He spoke in between heavy breaths as he pounded into me. His breathing grew harder, faster. I think he was about to cum too. He cursed before he splurted his seeds inside, painting my walls white and completely filling it to the brim. I could feel the warm liquid ooze out, pooling on the mattress.

The bed was a mess. He started laughing, which made me laugh too. “Y’know I’m not done with you, right?” He said and my smile slowly faded away.

Shit.

[moonstandardtime]

Hand over siffrin headcanons

rubs my hands together. oh baby i got a list.

chronic pain and OCD. i need to project my issues onto him and make them worse. the chronic pain is kind of more like. phantom pain? i cant imagine dying violently that much and not like feeling it sometimes. the OCD was super manageable before the loops but they like. made it Bad. they made it really bad

fun little headcanon that i treat more as a metaphor than a serious headcanon i stick with. is the "Siff Reun" = "John Doe" thing. its a name for an unidentified person in Vaugarde and people called siffrin that when he first got there and wasnt able to give a name and it just kind of. stuck

they had a small immediate family (no siblings, two parents) but a very large extended family. they were close with their cousins. (bonus that i sometimes like to throw in, euphrasie is his moms sister. she moved to vaugarde not too long after siffrin was born)

post-loops siffrin has a sort of nervous tic? whenever the topic of death comes up, where he rubs his neck. sometimes like hes trying to find his pulse

bonus loop headcanon that i love: they had a (very very) brief moment immediately post-wish-for-help where they gained like. omniscience. cosmic horror moment with the universe. this is where their vague meta knowledge comes from! it stuck with them in the same way meeting the change god stuck with mirabelle. it was. all around kind of unhelpful. kind of just gave them a permanent background minor existential crisis. but on the bright side! their 4th wall jokes are always accurate!

[ramskay]

The story of the Winchesters' little sister.

Dean and Sam's childhood is killing me.

Mary Winchester, daughter of John Winchester.

On August 12, 1984, just a year after his mother's death, he brought her with him. He left a small bundle on the bed at another motel and just left. This unidentified object was making sounds that Sammy had once made. Now another child has fallen into the arms of a five-year-old child. She was sweet and small, just a baby. She had the same green eyes as Dean. He was just waiting for his father to come and explain everything. All night he wondered who she was, whose she was, where she came from, who her mother was. The child was crying for attention, but Dean wanted to, but couldn't. Sam was sleeping on the couch, how could he not hear that crying?

It's already five o'clock in the morning, and my father is still not here. Dean needs to get up because Sam is going to wake up soon and he needs to be fed. The bundle, somehow tensely silent, no longer cried. Sam obediently ate his cereal with milk, and Dean just watched. The tension felt too much.

— This is your sister and now, Dean, you have to take care. I'm going away for a week, do you understand? Mary and Sam are your responsibility, if something happens to them, you will be responsible.

Sister, but how, why? Mom died, how could she be born then. Why did he call her Mary? Just like Mom.

— I can't hear, do you understand me?

— Yeah, I get you.

Turning around, the father went to the small package and opened it. She was wearing nothing but a diaper, which was obviously full.

It was only now that Dean noticed the grocery bag his father had brought.

— Get out and bring me a diaper.

He's like a good boy, of course, he'll bring it.

And her father will change her diaper. He has a sister, he perfectly remembered how his brother asked his parents to play with him.

She is very small and defenseless, like Sammy, and he has to protect them, because he is older and stronger.

He promised himself that he would never leave them and would always protect them.

Four years later.

Dean is already an adult, he is nine years old, he has even already gone to school in the town where their father left them. Sam is five years old and he just loves reading books, which Dean considers too boring.

Mary is four years old and she remains just as small and defenseless. He is afraid of bed monsters or big dogs. While Dean is at school, which he clearly does not like, but what can be done to study. The younger ones are sitting at home, completely alone. It breaks his heart, but what if Mary drops something on herself or gets burned? Will Sam fall and hit himself or get stuck somewhere? This is clearly not something a child should think about as a child.

There's not much left until the end of the lesson, a little more and he'll look for home. To his sister, to his brother, who are looking forward to him. But before that, he needs to get money for food somewhere. The father is once again delayed for another week, and the money he left will not be enough. He was already trying to eat less so that Sam and Mary wouldn't be hungry.

So he started stealing a little, he just had to feed himself and the younger ones somehow. People probably won't get poorer from this. Of course, he didn't steal from old ladies, but he stole from the store. I came in after school, quietly took all sorts of bars, just to please them. Sometimes he took money. He knew it wasn't right, but they had to survive somehow.

***

Another cold night in

a motel was no longer surprising. There were only two beds in the room, Sam and Mary sleeping on one and Dean on the other. There was a heavy downpour outside the window, you could even hear thunderclaps. An even more childish voice attracted the children's attention.

— Dean, I'm scared.

Mary rubbed her sleepy eyes while trying not to cry from another lightning strike. He looked at his sister expectantly, not knowing how to help her. Sam was never afraid.

— And what do you want from me?

— Can I sleep with you?

Now she was looking at him with an expectant look. Dean weighed the decision, because as his father said, they are no longer small and should sleep separately. But she was scared, and he had to protect her.

— Okay, lie down.

Squealing happily, just like a kitten. Mary climbed into Dean's warm bed. Hugging him with her small arms, comfortably laying down on the pillow.

It was then that something clicked in his nine-year-old heart and he felt somehow strange, but at the same time fine. He couldn't explain what was happening to him, but he liked it. It was the first time he had a good night's sleep, the first time he had had a good night's sleep.

[forisingsongsuntilthebreakofdawn]

since everyone’s doing it im doing it too fuck you

RIDE THE CYCLONE SWING AU. (swap au diff ride.)

you know one of these things? yeah.

(also i am in the midst of drawing these designs but if someone would draw the skrunkys i would love you endlessly)

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ocean oconnell rosenberg - the rudest girl in town (swapped with mischa)

- ocean is the stereotypical high school mean girl, think regina george. she’s honestly the bitchy-est person ever and would CONSTANTLY make fun of noel but keep him around as her “gay best friend”. she’s fake nice to the point of you wanting to throw up. HATES constance as she’s her “competition”.

noel gruber - the unluckiest boy in town (swapped with constance)

- in this au noels upbringing was very carrie-esc. his mother wasn’t supportive of him being gay and made him pray literally 10 times daily (this kid is like twelve). his dad left when he was around 7 and nearly threatened to send him to conversion therapy and was extremely abusive, so really fun. therefore he never really came out except to ocean, and as a result much much more quiet and reserved then canon noel. he also is MUCH more emotional and instead of angry outbursts he just cries (noel developed DID when he was very young, he made monique as escapism from his mom and she became an introject. he was an unknowing system until he died and found out WHICH WE WILL GET INTO LATER.) the whole “i lost my virginity to a carnie in a” thing is basically “i sold my body for the last year so my mom and i wouldn’t get evicted.”

mischa bachinski - the strangest boy in town (swapped with ricky)

- mischa received MUCH better treatment from his adoptive parents as he came to uranium younger (around 10 or so,) his mother died only a few years after he moved and he was destroyed. so, he forced himself to do well in school and therefore became obsessed with his grades to the point where it was UNHEALTHY. he doesn’t really have a lot of friends and a lot of people in town disregard him for being weird and offkey. noel does admire him a lot though.

ricky potts/john doe - the one unidentified body of the swing amusement park accident (swapped with jane obviously)

- his “head” is an empty astronaut helmet, he uses little jet pack things on his shoes to move around. :) ricky is pretty much nonverbal and given he has.. no face.. he resorts to a thumbs up or down to communicate. ricky doesn’t remember anything of his life, only his love for the stars.

penny lamb - the most obsessed girl in town (swapped with noel)

- this is basically legoland penny but she is 10x more batshit insane. she has an OBSESSION with johnny moon (thanks tammy) and will not shut up. she is a major fucking drama queen who is kind of really sad on the inside? she wants to be a singer and marry him btw

constance blackwood - the smartest girl in town

(swapped with ocean)

- swing au constance is much more confident in herself then canon constance. she is naturally smart, but not a total bitch like ocean was, she’s actually really fucking sweet and people don’t give her shit for it. noel and her are friends and she is the MOST SUPPORTIVE GIRLFRIEND OUT THERE, she constantly tries to get him to end his “friendship” with ocean even though he’s a little delulu. constance is the student council president and wow actually helps the student body? and a great fucking person overall.

monique gibeau - shes just there (I KNOW YOU CAN’T ONLY HAVE ONE OTHER ALTER IN A SYSTEM, LETS JUST SAY WHEN NOEL DIED SHE WAS JUST THE ONE TO BECOME HER OWN IN THE AFTERLIFE?)

- would sell her soul for noel. this kid is her baby brother and would do ANYTHING for him, even killing. she absolutely hated noels mother and father (when he was around) and would front sometimes ONLY to get noel to his room when they were fighting (poor bby would shut down). when they all died she was just kinda there yk, occasionally going full mama bear on ocean yk how it is.

(uniforms for anyone that wants to draw them /nf)

**noels blue thing is a cardigan, penny has a bow tie, mischa has round glasses and that’s a hoodie around his waist lol

[maniacwatchestheworld]

If I recall correctly, when Gotham Knights first appeared on the IMDB it had Olivia Rose Keegan's character listed as "Duela Dent". It now only lists her as "Duela". I don't know if that was a spoiler or just a mistake. (Also, the promos cal her "Duela Doe", as in John or Jane Doe, an unidentified person. So I'd guess they're going to play more into that. They had Harvey's first question to her be "are you REALLY the Jokers daughter?" I think that was likely foreshadowing.) But also YES, where is Gilda?? I've not seen anyone cast as Gilda (or Grace) listed. It's a little odd that they'd choose to make this iteration of Harvey single (or someone who sleeps around. Misha Collins has mentioned that he has numerous sex scenes in the show, but the question is WITH WHO? Where's Harvey's wife?) #Gotham Knights #Harvey Dent #Duela

PFFFFFFFT AHAHAHAHA! Harvey gets MULTIPLE sex scenes!??? Where does he find the time!? Why would you do that with him!? He's District Attorney in one of the most crime-infested shithole cities in the world! He's too damned booked to be looking for partners to sleep with! It was a freaking plot point in The Long Halloween that Harvey was too busy with his job to even sleep with his own freaking wife! (They were trying for a baby.) He doesn't have the time to look for new partners! What? Are they doing that to try and convince us that he's straight!? But I guess that it's fine if he's single. It's not the first time he's been portrayed as such, but I do like Gilda and so would prefer to have her around... (People who aren't COWARDS will ship GildaXHarveyXBruce! Poly ships for the win!) It's just that... Every time we see Harvey being single, it's pretty obvious that he's a squishy dumbass when it comes to love. Shame to change that. And for what?

But I guess that it does track for IMDB to list her as Duela Dent as that's her known name in the comics, so people just connected the dots and listed it. Her last name being 'Doe' now could also be a reference to how the Joker is sometimes called 'John Doe' himself, given how he has no consistent name for himself and all.

Though you know what I kinda want to happen now? Harvey isn't the one sleeping around. But Two-Face sure is! It would be HILARIOUS to me if Duela isn't really Harvey's daughter, but is rather Two-Face's daughter! Two-Face just sleeps around and Harvey can't really do anything to stop him! Harvey just wakes up in stranger's beds and has no idea where he is and Two-Face absolutely REFUSES to tell him where he is or how to get home! Because honestly? I feel like that's something Two-Face would do just to piss Harvey off.

Though hearing that Harvey's going to be sleeping around has just made my interest in the show drop by several notches. I have no interest in shows that market through titillation (I vehemently DESPISE the notion that sex sells and will actively avoid media that live by this notion). Especially if it's straight titillation. If Harvey is sleeping with random women, I'm not interested. If Harvey is also sleeping with men, mark me as mildly interested (if the show confirms Harvey as bi, I will be interested). If the show has him sleeping with Bruce, then I absolutely WILL watch it! But I have doubts they would, the COWARDS!

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

Most of us are familiar with the Does: Jane Doe, John Doe, and Baby Doe. Names for unidentified corpses to be buried under. These three have been around since the 14th, possibly 13th century, and we have no idea where they came from or who made them up. They could very possibly have been real people.

But there’s just something very poetic about the Does, names for people who’s stories have been lost, having their origins lost to time. As though they’ve become themselves, in a way.

[sheisbeautyweareworldass]

Hi! Okay, this is probably weird but you're the first one I thought of. You're Brazilian, right? Okay, this a weird question but is for a good cause, I promise. Does Brazil have their own version of John/Jane Doe? Or like, a common name they give to orphans with no name or bodies they find without an identification? Do you understand what I'm trying to say? I know is weird but is for a good cause, I swear. Can you help me with this? Google was no help and I don't know any other Brazilian. Please and thank you in advance.

hi! not that i know of. casually, you would refer to a strange whose name you don’t know as “fulano”, but no one would ever refer to an unidentified corpse or orphan as such. the proper term to refer to a body without identification would be “indigente”. i don’t think there’s a right word to refer to orphans in this situation either, my guess is that the baby would just be called “bebê” until given a name tbh

feel comfortable to contact me if you had any other doubt !!

[tommyspeakycap]

I love your work! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about (toddler) baby Shelby having Alfie help her bake a cake for Tommy

omggggg that’s so so cute!!

A Bakers Help

The burly Camden Town ‘baker’ was nothing short of completely shocked when he heard a soft banging on his office door in the mid afternoon. His eyebrows had furrowed and he had kept his hand readily on his weapon so he was prepared in the event of an enemy being on the other side of the door. He was surprised to say the least when he tugged open the door and had to look down multiple inches to spot she who knocked on the door.

There stood a little girl. One he knew fairly well but who’s appearance outside his office was still a shock. That little girl was notorious around most of England, especially in heavily gang populated territories where the “Shelby” was a household name and everybody who knew that name knew the littlest member of the family was something akin to a jewel in Tommy Shelby’s crown. Alfie had been curious as to whether or not she was actually attached to Thomas Shelby’s hip in consideration to how much time she spent right by his side, teetering along on little legs so he knew she was safe right by his side. It wasn’t often that Tommy entrusted others to watch over his youngest sister, so it would be safe to say that Alfie was incredibly confused.

“Good morning.” The little girl greets, her lips plastered with a bright smile as she lifts a hand to wave at him. Alfie braces himself on either side of his doorway with strong hands so as to lean out of his office to look out into the ‘bakery’ to both the left and right before stepping back in. “Mhm yes it was actually. Where’s your brothers?” He asks, turning his eyes back to the girl in the doorway who fights to pull her wool coat back up from falling off her arms due to the fact it hadn’t been buttoned up. The girl shrugs, “Dunno...Can I come in?” She asks politely, “It’s very cold.”

Alfie Solomons squints his eyes and forms a crease between his brows, but even he can’t deny the chill in the winter breeze through the unheated factory and the shivering of the child, and so he steps to the side and gestures her in the door. Alfie hums, or maybe something more akin to a grumble, in thought as the five year old wanders around his office to take in the whole surroundings. “And where are your pikey brothers then yeah?” His voice rumbles deep and gravelly the same way it always does, not missing the chance or thinking twice about dropping an insult to the Shelby men as he speaks. The youngest of the clan shrugs her little shoulders. “Dunno,” she says again, “I’m with Ada. Told her i was going out to play.”

The words most definitely do worry Alfie Solomons after the girl with Tommy Shelby’s striking blue eyes and his heart in the palm of her tiny hand finishes speaking flippantly. It occurs to him that she’s simply too young to understand both risk and consequence. She knows that Tommy Shelby dotes on her like the little princess he believes her to be. She knows he loves her, he tells her every day. However, Alfie knows the far darker side to that love. He’s heard of people brutally murdered with remains unidentifiable after coming close to her, and although Alfie has no desire to harm a child who probably doesn’t even understand what it is the rest of her family do when she’s not around, that doesn’t reassure him even in the slightest that Tommy, Arthur, Ada and John Shelby along with Polly Gray wouldn’t rip him to shreds if they knew their little princess was stood in his office for whatever reason.

“Right,” Alfie states, “Better get you home then,” He strides easily towards the door to hold it open, but the little girl simply quirks one eyebrow and remains where she stands. “It’s Tommy’s birthday soon.” She declares, looking up at the hardened London gangster as if he poses no threat nor fear to her in the slightest bit. She smiles at him, big and bright. She didn’t know him. She didn’t know if he was violent, didn’t know if he was supposed to be scary. She just knew she had met him before, he was relatively funny as the 5 year old obviously did not pick up on the thinly veiled threats hiding beneath the verbal back and forth between her favourite brother and the man she stood with now, and more importantly than anything; she knew he was a ‘baker’. “You need a cake on your birthday, you know.” She adds very matter of factly, and Alfie Solomons doesn’t fight the little grin he gives. “And you’re a baker, so you can make good cakes. I need you to help me make Tommy’s cake for birthday cake time on Saturday.”

There’s virtually no way this little girl had just come up with this by herself. The way she acts, her generosity, her sweetness and her absolute insistence of cake for her brothers birthday was not something she had adapted by herself. Children don’t just come up with these things. That thought, for Alfie, means that those who have raised her have drilled a certain kindness into her. Thomas Shelby has raised his little sister to be the kind of kid who will find a man she thinks is a baker just because her brother told her he was, so that he can help her make a cake. That makes Alfie want to laugh. Tommy Shelby acts the part, but Solomons now knows he’s the type who taught a little girl about the importance of cake and birthday fun.

“Fine.” Alfie responds, out stretching his arm to gesture the little girl out into the factory. He did actually have a designated area for the ‘bakery’ just in the event that someone came looking or investigating and he needed to show there was actually a bakery there. He was thankful for that now, because he got the feeling that there was little to no chance he would have gotten away from the very very persistent little Shelby trailing behind him. It becomes apparent very quickly that little (y/n) will have no luck when it comes to seeing what was going on up on the counter, considering she wasn’t even nearly the same height as it, never mind tall enough see over it. Alfie has to get creative in that respect, eyes flicking around until they lands on a a stack of crates that he grabs a couple of to pile them next to the counter so that the youngest Shelby can contribute as she pleased to the cake making.

All things considered, Alfie was actually a fairly good baker. He didn’t come up with the idea of a bakery to cover his illegal business work for no reason. He knew he could bake if it was necessary (which it sometimes was to smuggle alcohol), so this ask from the little girl who had a list of ingredients and an exact image of how she wanted this cake to look, wasn’t a huge task for him.

In the process of the bake, Alfie learned a lot. He learned that little Shelby couldn’t quite pronounce her L’s (which Tommy was apparently working on with her), so she called him Afie. He learned that Tommy’s favourite cake was vanilla sponge, which was why it was a four tier vanilla sponge with extra strawberry jam that his sweet little sister had chosen. He learned that the little girl got here by very discretely tripping up her cousin, Karl, so that Ada was preoccupied giving him a plaster for his knee and stopping his tears and (y/n) snuck off from Ada’s London home in the direction she felt like she remembered Tommy going when he had taken her to Alfie’s bakery once, albeit leaving her in the car with Arthur and John. She had to ask for directions from confused strangers a few times, but ultimately she found the place on her own. Alfie learned that little Shelby talks a lot. She’s very clever, can follow instructions a lot better than most children of a similar age. It had become increasingly clear she didn’t see any problem with talking about the fun things she did with her brothers. The way Arthur and John like to throw her about to hear her giggles, how Tommy tucks her in every single night that he can. How he tickles her, how he still carries her around even though her aunt Polly protests it. How good her aunt Polly’s cooking is. How much she loves her family. She sees no problem with divulging these soft family moments, although Tommy would probably be absolutely appalled that people knew these things about him and his brothers. It made the head of the Peaky Blinders seem so incredibly mundane.

Alfie could see now why that sweet girl was so loved and held so dear by the family. He also had to wonder if she truly was one of them. She was funny and bright, she giggled with him and babbled on about sorts of rubbish. Alas, she was bossy as Thomas himself. She was loud like Arthur, sarcastic as John, self assured as Polly, as independent as Finn and opinionated as Ada. She made sure to tell Alfie exactly how to stack the first layer while she mixed ingredients for the next layer and he was kept on a very short leash, reminded every so often that he was not to dip his fingers in any of the mixtures and leaning over as he worked to tell him Tommy liked more jam than what Alfie had put on.

“Wait!” She yelps out, leaping off the makeshift kitchen stool made from those bottle crates to chase after Alfie until she reaches the man who was carrying the cake towards a box. “Finishing touches,” she insists, ever so slightly dusting the cake with powdered icing sugar to give a final decorational appearance. Alfie smiles subconsciously as the small girl stands back with a proud grin, turning her eyes to man holding the cake, “Thank you Afie,” she beams, her cute little way of saying his name never lost on him as his heart flutters. “Welcome, baby Shelby.” He responds as he slips it into the cake box he’d ordered one of his men to go and get without question.

Alfie was certain he would step outside his bakery and London would be burning. He expected to have Shelby’s killing people on the streets searching for their baby, their sweet little princess. He assumed (and rightly so) that Ada hadn’t told Tommy that she had absolutely no idea where his most precious little love was for genuine fear of his reaction and so she had mobilised some friends and acquaintances she had made while in London to try finding her little sister. Albeit they were evidently unsuccessful and absolutely no one expected little (y/n) to be baking with Alfie Solomons for her gangster brothers birthday because she just loves him so.

Ada literally burst out the front door frantically when she saw the car headlights pull up outside her house, wrapping herself tightly in her coat as Alfie Solomons lifts her little sister down out of the car. The 5 year old stands innocent as ever next to the man who Tommy never truly knows if he can trust or not as he reaches back into the car to lift out a white cake box with two strong hands. “Better keep a closer eye on this one yeah?” He gestured his head to (y/n) who runs towards Ada and jumps into her open arms to be squeezed incredibly, almost painfully tightly. “Never run off like that again!” She hisses, her concern and anxiety clear behind her words as she speaks into her sisters soft hair, stroking it with her hand for some form of reassurance.

“Sorry Ada,” she hums cutely in response, “We made Tommy a cake though, for his birthday!” Ada let’s go of (y/n) and turns to the little girl. “Go inside and find Aunt Pol, i’ll be in shortly.” She says as she eyes Alfie Solomons with the stoney faced glare he assumes she learned from Polly Gray and her often stoney resolve. “Bye bye Afie!” The 5 year old chimes, scuttling up to him to wrap her arms around his legs for a moment before turning and running off with a wave at the doorstep with Alfie a little bit to stunned by how kind she was to him despite the bad man he was to do much else than wave after her. “You,” Ada snipped, cutting him out of his thoughts and crossing her arms firmly over her chest, “Baked a cake with my little sister?” Her words leak with confusion, eyebrows furrowed with her head tilted in question as she continues to be unable to think of any reason why Alfie Solomons hadn’t turned the little girl away or even used her as a bargaining chip with threats of harm to the child if Tommy didn’t do as Alfie wanted. Instead he baked with her a cake for Thomas and she was returned without a bump, not even a hair on her head harmed. He had returned the little Shelby who was uncharacteristically clumsy for a Shelby without her falling off of anything, burning herself on any ovens or accidentally eating something she was supposed to.

“Yeah.” Alfie responds, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. Ada steps closer to him to try in some way to read what he’s not saying, her heels clicking with each step. “And you want nothing for it?” She presses, her eyes narrowed as he shrugs. “Birthday gift innit yeah?” He grumbles, handing the cake to Ada. “She’s the best of you lot,” he states firmly as he turns his back to climb back into his car, “Keep her that way yeah?”

Ada’s frown turns to a soft smile as she nods, watching as Alfie Solomons pulls his door shut firmly and turns on his ignition.

“Mr Solomons, Oi!” She calls after him, forcing him to roll down his window to hear what she has to say. “Thank you.” She breathes, “For looking after her and bringing her home. And for the cake.” Alfie nods his head in acknowledgment. Ada isn’t sure what else to say. She still feels fairly nauseous at the fact her little sister was missing for virtually the whole day and littered with further nerves at the fact Tommy would be around to pick her up in a half hour and it wasn’t like little Shelby to keep quiet about anything, especially not when it came to Tommy and especially when it came to her adventures that her favourite brother hadn’t been part of, so assuredly she would let him know all about her baking day with Alfie after the cake was revealed tomorrow afternoon for his birthday. Alfie knew this too and he imagined he’d get a visit from the head of the Peaky Blinders relatively soon after he found out.

Tommy would probably be as confused as Ada as to why Alfie looked after little (y/n) the way he did. Alfie couldn’t even really explain it himself, she just warmed up his heart and the sweet little girl showed Alfie truly why Tommy loves that little girl so much. She brings laughter and happiness and fun. She brings light into a very, very dark life and Alfie appreciates that dedication Tommy had to keeping her safe a lot more now. He himself now had a soft spot for the kid and there was a part of him that knew for a fact he too would be making sure no one in his circle was breathing words of harming that little girl who had promised she would bake with him again, and had his birthday written on her hand so she could bake for his birthday.

Maybe the Shelby’s weren’t so bad after all.

[andromedasummer]

Safe Red Web Playlist

Hi all! After seeing some people talking about how they wish they could listen to Red Web but find true crime subjects like murder, kidnappings etc distressing, I've made a safe spotify playlist of just under 30 hours worth of episodes!

All of these episodes don't contain content with serial killers, murders, kidnappings, disappearances or stalking! They do contain some mysteries that have theories about the dark web, cryptids episodes which are titled as such along with one episode specifically about an alien abduction and a couple, just incase you or others find those subjects distressing.

All episodes don't contain mentions of sexual assault or harassment, even if the mystery or crime does/did. Trevor and Alfredo don't like to bring subjects like that into their discussions so not to trigger any survivors.

If i have missed an episode you guys feel would be good to add to the playlist or feel like an episode has content that should exclude it from this playlist please dont hesitate to mention this by @ing me in the replies or reblogs of this post or send me a quick dm. While i have listened to every episode of red web the human memory can be fallible.

Here's the playlist here!

Here's the episode list! They have the episode title, subject and any necessary warnings (e.g, abductions etc) Shoutout to @kingpattillo who gave me this idea!

Satoshi Nakamoto

The Red Web boys investigate the unknown identity of the inventor of bitcoin. Nothing scary or unsettling.

Mortis

A number of strange websites with an unknown password needed for entry. One contains 1TB of unknown content. Dark Web theories about the trading and viewing of varied illegal material.

Happy Valley Dream Survey

A survey seeks people who've had strange dreams, urging them to call and text a number. Unnerving for sure, esp with the back and forth between the unknown dreams seeker and random people, including Trevor. Some cult-like stuff near the end.

Cicada 3301: Part 1 & 2

An organization uses an ARG style puzzle to recruit those talented in hacking, problem solving and puzzles. Their intents are mostly unknown, though likely to be some group of radicalists who seek to make major change.

John Titor

Guy claims to be a time traveller on a forum in multiple posts and comments and makes some predictions whiel discussing life in the future. Lowkey episode.

Junko Junsui

A woman dms many different people claiming to be looking for her half sister. It all pulls into a weird superhuman cult, a once-existant country and a misidentified ARG. Contains discussions of terrorism/terrorist groups and cults. 

Markovian Parallax Denigrate

Gibberish comments appear all over posts on one site on the internet, all containing the same subject line “Markovian Parallax Denigrate”. Weird but another lowkey episode.

Bob Lazar

A man claims aliens exist, saying he worked on the governments behalf to study and communicate with them. Discussions of aliens and abductions.

Mothman

It's mothman!!! U know him!!! Good psychic horror creature! Love that boy!

Internet Files #1 + Internet Files #2

A collection of little mysteries compounded into one episode. Both have some with dark web-ish aspects.

Barney and Betty Hill

A couple in 1961 go through a highly traumatic experience that they believe was an alien abduction. This is the first ever famous story of an alien abduction. Warning for abduction, obviously, as well as a theory proposing that the two, an interracial black and white couple, underwent racial violence.

The Voynich Manuscript

A weird manuscript made of skin with weird pictures of unidentified plants. Maker and purpose unknown. Another lowkey episode.

Bigfoot

Bigfoot episode baby!!! Cryptids, obvs.

r/Marton

This one’s VERY close to home! A tiny New Zealand town in the North Island with a Reddit that implies something more is going on behind the scenes. Discussions of cryptid like creatures and conspiracies.

Mayday Mystery

Another puzzle-based mystery, this one has been posted to a newspaper every mayday for many decades! No warnings for this lowkey episode either.

South32

Another weird website. This one isn’t Dark Web at least! Just a slightly unhinged filmmaker.

Jersey Devil

Another cryptid, this wee guy is just a lil fucked up. Just a little bit of a bastard.

The Most Mysterious Song on the Internet

An unnamed, unidentified song once played on the radio, with unknown origins, puzzles the internet. Another fun and lowkey episode.

Polybius

An arcade machine with a mind-altering, psychedelic video game that may or may not have existed in the first place. This one has bad game induced trips and paranoia and a theory with immoral testing on the random public.

Chupacabra

Another cryptid! This one feeds on goats and other farm animals, so a warning for animal death in this one. Otherwise, it's your run of the mill cryptid story!

Captain Kutchie's Key Lime Pies

You can tell Trevor picked this episode subject. No trigger warnings, just… really weird. 

Earthly Mysteries

Is the earth doing fucked up supernatural things? Some people think so! Only warning would be to have earphones in and set to low if you’re looking up the whole earth/sky screaming apocalypse thing. It’s pretty unsettling and often very loud.

The Secret

Treasure hunt! This one is just pure Forest Fenn-Esque fun! And one with multiple dig sites that some well-placed American listeners may be able to team up to hunt down themselves.

Mystery Soda Machine

Put money in this old, banged up soda machine and maybe have a drink or brand that hasn’t been around for a good 30 years come out! Another episode that’s good fun!

Red Web Radio

Cuts of the odd dialogue/speech from episodes mixed with a cool fan-made musical track makes for a great and fun hr long track to vibe to while you do your homework!

[anne-i-write]

moriarty the patriot headcannons pt. 2

| requested by anon: Can you write about all male characters in moriarty has a same look of their  children and hpw many children they want? |

sherlock x reader; john x reader

word count: 645

pt. 1: moriarty group

a/n: these two couldn’t fit in the last post, surprisingly so here they are!!

sherlock: 307 words

“one”

“i didn’t even say anything”

goes into detail about how you were looking at a mom and her child with a wistful gaze

but that was like a two weeks ago

he gives you a kid anyway

“what do you mean i can’t play my violin around our child”

“he’s going to wake up and be cranky and you’ll have to deal with him”

he figured since people don't scream around babies, miss hudson won’t scream about rent LMAO

oh miss hudson just adores your child

“he looks,,,, quite a lot like sherlock doesn’t he?”

forgets about rent every now and then

she loves to take care of your baby

until he starts exhibiting sherlock traits and she wants to cry

“you’re so much like your father,, curse you for being so cute”

shows the boy how to do hair just so she can mess with sherlock

“i think your father would look great with a braid, don’t you think?”

sherlock wants your son to stop hanging around her immediately when he wakes up one day and his hair is in tangles

JOHN IS JEALOUS

yo my mans just wanted a normal family but then he got roped into the sherlock shenanigans 🤪

but he also loves your son

stops your child from searching too much around the flat

“mr. watson what’s this?” the young boy held up a syringe with unidentifiable liquid in it

“something a child of your age shouldn’t be holding. now, would you like to go out?”

“yes!”

works every time

sherlock loves your kid

he just doesn't know how to show it

dw, his son knows he loves him

he’s tried to do crazy experiments with your son but you caught them and scolded them

now he does experiments more fitting for his son’s age

that’s his own love language lol

john: 338 words

and i mean this in the nicest way possible

john is the most normal one out of all these men LMAO

like yeah he has ptsd from the war BUT

he was raised by two loving parents and had a decent amount of friends in school

so it’s normal that he thought about children before meeting you and getting drafted

he wants two children

just two children he doesn’t care whether it’s a boy or a girl just two

aldjsk why would he subject them to siblings tho

anyways he did get that boy and girl he wanted

i mean,,, it’s not the most family life he pictured

but as long as he’s with you and his kids he couldn’t have it any other way

as much as he’s extremely impressed with sherlock’s deduction skills, he just prays to God that sherlock doesn’t show them anything terrible

they take a liking to sherlock BECAUSE he’s got the interesting stuff

john will try to teach them simple math but then sherlock will just waltz through the door and they’ll be all over him

wants to dislike the children bc he sees them as the women on the cruise

but they’re the only other ones super interested in his experiments even tho they don’t even understand half of the things he’s working with

they just think it looks cool

miss hudson loves your kids

they’re actually angels

john made sure they had proper manners

but she spent a good minute or so looking between you and your kids

“they look exactly like john”

cue your tears

you thought you got over the fact that they looked like john and john alone but just another painful reminder that john’s looks just overpowered yours

but you still love them

john makes the most out of his time whenever he’s with them

with sherlock going on more mysterious cases, he knows that he won’t be around too much

his kids understand that but they love him just as much as they love him

moriarty the patriot general taglist: @zoehanji

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

The Struggle of Loving You - Chapter 38

Chapter Selection

"Okay come on, let's check this out before I get a call in the morning." He lifted me off his lap and we hopped in the shower, washing what was left over from the night. 

The stress rolled off of us in a sense, the whole time we laughed and bonded even more than we already had. 

He told me that Sean was coming soon but he didn't know the exact date. Apparently his brother pulled himself together and is completely different from when he last spoke to him. 

From what he told me he was proud of him, especially because of their past but he didn't speak of that.

"I just wanna sleep", I groaned and sprawled out on the bed. He cocked his head to the side and watched me with a smile on his face. 

"Baby you said you'd help me and I'm holding you to your word." 

"Fuck my word, I wanna sleep. I want you to cuddle and hold me." I pulled on his hand and he sat next to me. 

I pouted and got up, "Fine, but you have to carry me." Turning him to face outwards I climbed on his back and he walked to his study, sitting me on the desk I got off and he settled in the chair. 

"Trust me when I say I want that to", Aaron leaned down and peaked my lips and hugged me. "but we need to get this done, there will be plenty of kisses and cuddles afterwards... okay." 

Getting into his lap he let out a small groan when I got comfortable. 

Opening the computer he went into full profiler mode which meant I couldn't really make jokes, I needed to be 'serious.' 

I laid my head on his shoulder and his hand rested on his waist. 

His face set in almost a scowl, the lines between his eyebrows became more pronounced as he ran his eyes over the words on the screen. 

It was a police report about two John Doe's found in two different locations, one at an apartment building and the other in a law firm.

Along with the John Doe's there were five identified victims. The two men were estimated between thirty to twenty five years old. 

There wasn't much to go on for victimology since the bodies were unidentifiable. "There's not much we can do here Aaron." 

"Why do you say that?", he glanced at me before returning his gaze to the screen. 

"For starters there's no victimology, we can't profile on what he likes. All we have is the cause of death." 

"And what's the COD?", he asked, taking this as a learning opportunity for me. As a young profiler I still had a lot to learn when applying the skills I've learned. 

Which he had been trying to subtly teach me for a few years now. It was working too, everyone on the team noticed. 

They were impressed with my knowledge with my age, other than Reid but he was a genius. 

"To me they seem like unintentional death from an arsonist." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. 

"Are you sure about that, think about what a profile for an arsonist is then look again." 

I racked my brain, Aaron already knew the answer but he waited patiently for me to understand. 

"Well arsonists are usually introverted, they set fire to secluded areas like warehouses. Most deaths are unintentional." 

He nodded his head, silently telling me I'm correct. 

"So, how many bodies were there?" 

"Too many to be unintentional, he wanted to kill them or he had a specific target in mind." He rubbed my thigh and gave a squeeze, "And?" 

"And the burns are the worst on the John doe's.... they were the victims." 

"Good Job", we finished up, sending his evaluation to the police department. He pressed send and I wrapped my hands around his neck, "Now bed?" 

Aaron smirked and picked me up bridal style, making me shriek from the sudden movement. 

He laid me down and turned off the lights before flipping to his side of the bed. 

He lifted the blanket and I crawled underneath next to him. Our eyes were open when our head hit the pillows, he gazed at me in nothing but admiration. 

"I love you", I cupped his cheek. My fingers were rubbing against the short stubble he had along his jawline.

"I love you too", I couldn't help but smile like a little girl when the words fell from his lips. 

One month later 

A month passed since Chloe, it was a slow progress but faster than most. She was buried a week later, the only ones there were her current friends at the time. 

They all shed tears and said their goodbyes while I stood there next to Aaron. 

I wanted to find the person but in all honesty the case at the police department was cold at the moment. 

They didn't have a trace of what happened other than gasoline at her front door. The other evidence they found was inclusive and unusable, I thought was utter bullshit. 

Everyone there accepted her death like it was another Tuesday, there were no questions. No, I'm going to solve this, I felt I was the only one there that actually cared. Everyone had moved on. 

Right now I had Garcia digging through the PD files. She came up empty, there was nothing to go on. 

"I'm sorry hun there's nothing here." I sighed out and pushed back on her chair. I squeezed my eyes shut and put my hands on my forehead, tired of the constant headache. 

"It's fine... I'm gonna head back to work, if there's anything—." 

"Anything else to call you, I know and I will." She gave me a sad smile. 

"Thanks." I walked out of her office and down the hallways. Passing the people I saw on a daily basis, saying our quiet hellos. Through the glass doors and into the bullpen kitchen I propped myself on the counter and grabbed some water. 

"Surprised you're not having your usual." I heard a voice to the left of me. "Yeah well it's been a quick day, I just need things to slow down a bit." 

Rossi leaned on the marble countertop next to me. 

"You want to stay here longer", he said and chuckled, "cause I know I don't." I took a drink and held it in my hands. Looking at my coworkers mingle while on their lunch break. 

"Trust me so do I— do you ever feel like with this job the days seem to blend together." 

"Y/n I've been a profiler for longer than I can remember." A smile tugged at my lips. 

"Of course they do, but we're here for a good reason and that makes it worth it. At least for the time being." 

"You're right", I signed. Getting off the counter I sat at the table in front of me. 

I felt like I was doing the same thing over again. Our cases were definitely diverse in nature but it felt repetitive. 

Maybe it was the fact that Chloe's killer was still loose but I wouldn't know until there is a break in the case. 

"Aren't I always", Rossi said, pulling a chair out to sit with me. I glanced up at Aarons office and watched as his pen glide across case reports. 

He noticed what I was looking at and softly smiled, happy that the two people he cared about found each other. 

"How are you guys doing?" I snapped out of my focus and turned to him. "Really good actually, I moved in a few days ago."

"He finally opened up?"

"I mean he did before but I think now he's in it... fully. We have plans with Sean later." 

"His brother?"

"Yeah, he speaks highly of him, I just hope he likes me." Rossi patted my hand before standing up. "Don't worry about it." 

The rest of us went about our day as normal but I had some stress that Sean wasn't going to like me. 

Since he was really the only family other than Jack, I felt a need to impress him, to have him approve. 

Everything slowed down like I wanted a few hours earlier, I felt I could finally have a breath without being worried I missed something. 

Finishing our caseload I walked up to Aarons office and dropped off my completed files before leaving. He looked up and noticed I was in the room before doing the last touches. 

Sighting his name on the last form he stood and we left the building together. 

On our way home to change we picked up Jack from Hayleys who now didn't have her boy toy according to Jack. 

Getting home I slipped out of the work pants and blouse and into one of Aaron's grey cotton quarter zips and jeans. Aaron took off the suit that was like a second skin and threw on a polo and jeans as well. 

We grabbed Jack and headed to the park where we would meet Sean. Going to the park was more of a decision for Jack because he wanted to see his uncle. 

Upon arriving we spotted him at a picnic table in the large field. He waved us over, "Hey, been a long time." Sean said after hugging Aaron. 

He glanced at Jack and I, "Jack you got so tall... and I don't think I've seen you before." A woman at the table came over with some kids. 

"Oh Aaron I want to introduce you to my wife and kids, Laura, Luke, Ellis, and Amelia." He was speaking of his own fully grown family. 

His wife was beautiful and his three kids of two boys and one girl were all around Jack's age. 

"I didn't know you had a family, you were busy weren't you." Aaron said sort of strained, of course he was happy for him but he was completely unaware of Seans life that it shocked him. 

"How long have you guys been married?" 

I fazed out their conversation as Jack tugged on my hand, I crouched down. 

"What is it bud?", he pointed at his cousins playing soccer in the field. 

"I wanna play." 

"Then go ahead, they're your family okay. You don't have to be so guarded around them, I get it's a new experience but trust me when I say you guys will get along." He nodded and ran off with his cousins. 

"Well now that we're done talking about us, why don't we mention you, who's this?" 

Aaron stepped closer to me and put a hand around my back, "This is y/n and she's my girlfriend of what? three years now." He didn't count the year we were apart. Has it been three years already. 

I've had so much on my plate I never realized everything in my life was different from college. 

I had a loving boyfriend and I was basically a step mom to Jack even though there was no formality to it like marriage.

The hours happened to blend into one another and next thing we knew the sky was darkening and the kids were tired out. A sleepy Jack laid on the bleach with his head in my lap snoring soundly. 

"And you should've seen him in high school." Sean erupted in laughter at the memory of Hotch as a teen. He grinned but all serious, "We're not gonna bring that up." 

"Bring up what? Something like how you were a complete rebel as a teenager, y/n when I tell you he dressed in nothing but jeans and leather jackets. Aaron wore that daily with his tucked t-shirts and his skater shoes." I leaned over, laying a head on Aarons shoulder and placed a hand on his chest. 

He pretended to be upset that Sean told me but in reality I felt his chest rumble with a deep laugh. 

"Aww baby you were a skater boy, that's hot honestly... you were exactly my type." He turned his head to face me and his dimples were more pronounced than they'd ever been. 

"We have the pictures at home to prove it, Sean has a whole section just for you Aaron", even more of a smile spread on my face as Laura told us that there was solid proof.

He was really enjoying himself, "Love you." I giggled out and I kissed his cheek. 

He mumbled out an 'love you too' that was suppressed with the noise we all made. 

"Okay", I sighed, tapping Jack to wake him up. 

"I think it's time to go, they're spent." Seeing the huddle of kids on the ground where they were resting. 

"Okay, we need to meet up again, it was nice to meet you." All of us said our goodbyes and Aaron carried Jack back to the car and he passed out yet again. 

He got along with them the whole time, they even asked if it was alright for him to spend the night. 

"I had fun today, really things went well." 

"Well I'm really glad you enjoyed it, I certainly did." 

.......................

Permanent taglist: @qtip-blog @hotch-meeeeeuppppp 

[northernindigenousbeautyhailey]

TAMRA JEWEL KEEPNESS.

FEW CHILDREN IN CANADA JUST VANISH. Fewer still stay gone for longer than a couple of days. Some are found alive, others are hurt or killed, but rarely does a child simply disappear. The RCMP’s National Centre for Missing Persons and Unidentified Remains database lists 147 missing children, in a country of more than 35 million people. Of the sixty children under the age of twelve, a quarter are thought to have been abducted by their parents. A large portion of the others were lost to apparent accidents or misadventure, falling through ice or swept away in the pull of wild rivers, their bodies never recovered. The database shows twenty-four children in the past sixty years who have inexplicably disappeared. Because there are so few, we know them. In Edmonton, there is Tania Murrell, six when she vanished while walking home from school for lunch in January 1983. In Toronto, Nicole Morin, eight when she disappeared from a condominium building in July 1985. Michael Dunahee was four years old when he went missing from a playground in Victoria in 1991. In Regina, there is only Tamra Keepness.

THE LAST TIME anyone saw Tamra, she was five years old, with bobbed black hair and soft, round cheeks. In one picture, she wears a T-shirt dotted with flowers, standing against the colourful collage of a classroom wall. Her smile is broad and open, her eyes lively. She was so smart that her mother called her “my little Einstein,” so feisty that when a little boy pushed her once, Tamra shoved him right back, and harder. She liked playing Mario Kart on Nintendo and climbing her favourite tree, down the block from her house.

July 6, 2004, was the first time Sergeant Ron Weir would hear Tamra’s name. He was getting ready to leave on vacation that day when he got an urgent call back to the police station. Weir was a veteran cop with the Regina Police Service and head of emergency services, which included search and rescue. In a meeting, officers from the major crimes unit laid out what they knew: sometime between the night of Monday, July 5, and the morning of Tuesday, July 6, a five-year-old girl had gone missing from her home in central Regina.

Weir had been a police officer for twenty years. He knew that kids often went missing and turned up safe a short time later. Sixty-five percent of missing children and teens are located within the first day, and almost 90 percent within the first week. But Weir also knew that Tamra was too young to get far as a runaway. Patrol officers had already checked the neighbourhood to make sure Tamra hadn’t wandered away or ended up at the house of a playmate or relative, as was often the case with missing children. They’d found nothing. Even in the early hours of the investigation, Weir suspected this case would be different.

TAMRA LIVED with her mother, stepfather, and five siblings at 1834 Ottawa Street, a shabby brown-and-white two-storey with a windowed porch at the front. The house stood between 11th and 12th avenues, just east of downtown Regina. The neighbourhood was a mix of long-time elderly residents, young families drawn by low prices for heritage houses, and ramshackle homes where residents struggled with poverty and addiction. The area was sometimes known as the “low stroll,” a place where women and girls sold their bodies for drugs or booze and men drove around looking to buy them, circling the neighbourhood in trucks and station wagons. Many of the women and girls who lived or worked in the area were First Nations, like Tamra. Long before calls for a federal inquiry into missing and murdered Indigenous women would dominate the political conversation, women were going missing from those streets. It was from that same area that nineteen-year-old Annette Kelly Peigan disappeared in 1983, followed by eighteen-year-old Patsy Favel in 1984 and Joyce Tillotson in 1993. Two years later, two young white men picked up a woman named Pamela George, sexually assaulted her, and beat her to death.

The last public development came in November 2014, when a Reddit user posted to the website a scrawled map with the words: “Location of Tamra Keepness, check the wells.”

Tamra’s house was less than a block from the Oskana Centre, a halfway house for federal parolees, and not far from the Salvation Army’s Waterston House, a residence and shelter inhabited by former inmates and men struggling with drugs, alcohol, and psychiatric issues. Residents of both facilities had been responsible for serious attacks in the past. Just four months earlier, convicted violent sex offender Randy Burgmann had lured a woman into his room at Waterston House with alcohol, before violently sexually assaulting her and leaving her beside a dumpster to die. The Oskana Centre had previously been home to both serial rapist Larry Deckert and Billy John Francis Whitedeer, who began committing violent sexual offences on children when he was ten years old. A few blocks farther was the Ehrle Hotel, one of the worst bars in town, from which patrons spilled soggy and staggering onto the sidewalk, and which appeared regularly in police reports and court testimony.

Police also had serious questions about what was happening at 1834 Ottawa Street. There was a broken window and blood spatter in the porch. Social Services had been involved with the family since not long after the oldest child was born in 1993, and there had been more than fifty reports made to crisis workers, most often about Tamra’s mother’s use of alcohol and drugs, and neglect of the children. Her mother’s boyfriend had a history of violence and domestic assault. In most cases, investigators knew, children are hurt by people closest to them.

POLICE STARTED with a thorough search of the area immediately around the home, then cast their efforts outward in an expanding grid. As the sun rose on the morning of July 7, 2004, the search effort intensified. First, there were ten officers, then twenty, then more. Some officers accompanied trained volunteer search teams; others questioned family members and potential witnesses, going door-to-door gathering leads or chasing down tips. The RCMP training academy provided cadets, and members of the public soon began arriving on their own to help.

Police set up a command-centre bus in the parking lot of a nearby church, from which Weir co-ordinated the search. Though it was an urban environment, the terrain posed serious challenges. The area was filled with overgrown yards, empty houses, piles of garbage. Tamra weighed forty pounds, and stood three foot five. There were so many places a child could hide or get trapped or be held, where a child’s body could be concealed or dumped. Searchers in orange vests worked in grids, knocking on doors, inspecting junked cars and crumbling garages, peering under discarded mattresses and piles of wood, looking down manholes. Police stopped garbage pickups, checking all the bins in the neighbourhood, the trash putrid and reeking in the summer heat. Some bins had already been emptied, so plans were made to search the dump as well.

And what if she had been taken farther? Not far away were industrial areas, large abandoned lots and buildings, Wascana Creek, and beyond that, the vast Prairie. With a thirteen-hour head start, someone in a vehicle could have had Tamra in Vancouver before she was reported missing.

When they were not speaking to police, members of Tamra’s family waited anxiously on the fringes, watching the searchers, eyeing the growing assembly of reporters and news crews holding out microphones and pointing camera lenses. “It’s not like her to go off by herself,” said Tamra’s father, Troy Keepness, sitting on the front steps of his ex-wife’s house, his voice tight with worry. “We’re trying to do our best to get her back.”

Weir worked in the command-centre bus, surrounded by maps and whiteboards. A scribe logged every aspect of the search in real time, recording ideas and progress. No one wanted to break, not for food or rest. Everyone knew the situation grew more serious with every passing hour. As the heat of the day gave way to evening, Weir stood outside and looked up. A strong wind had come in, and storm clouds were spreading, darkening the Prairie sky.

The next day, police strung crime-scene tape around Tamra’s house and the one next door, drawing it through the back alley and across six garages, long slashes of yellow dividing the street. Officers guarded the perimeter while forensic investigators went in and out of the house in boots and masks. “While we don’t have any direct evidence that Tamra has come to any harm, we also don’t know where she is,” police spokeswoman Elizabeth Popowich told reporters. “And if, in fact, this comes to a point where we determine that she’s come to some harm and it’s because of a criminal act, this location could potentially be the scene of some evidence.”

THERE WERE three adults in the house that evening: the children’s mother, Lorena Keepness; her boyfriend, Dean McArthur; and a family friend named Russell Sheepskin, who had been staying with the family. All three had come and gone during the night, and investigators were starting to question their movements. There were no signs of forced entry to the house, and there were gaps, inconsistencies in their timelines that didn’t make sense to investigators.

The story the three told publicly, compiled from various interviews, was that Lorena and McArthur got into an argument while watching a movie on Monday evening, and McArthur and Sheepskin left the house around 8:30 p.m. to go drinking. The men returned briefly to drop off a bottle of formula for the baby, then left again. Lorena went out around 11 p.m, kissing Tamra goodbye before she went. The oldest child in the house was ten-year-old Summer, the youngest was Lorena and McArthur’s nine-month-old baby. Lorena returned briefly to check on the children and then left again around midnight. At about 3 a.m., Sheepskin returned home drunk and saw Tamra sleeping on the couch. Not long after, McArthur got back to the house and assaulted Sheepskin on the porch, punching him through a window and then stomping on his head. (Both men later said the fight had nothing to do with Tamra.) Sheepskin walked alone to the hospital to get stitches, and McArthur went to stay at his aunt’s house a few blocks away. Though it should have been a short walk, he said he got lost and kept passing out as he walked there. He didn’t arrive for at least two hours, until 5 or 5:30 a.m. Meanwhile, Lorena got home around 3:15 or 3:30 a.m., climbed in through a window, and passed out on the couch. She said that she got up to undo the latch on the door for her mother around 8 or 9 a.m. and that the two eldest children, Summer and Rayne, left on their own in the morning to attend a summer day-camp. Lorena didn’t realize Tamra wasn’t there until about three hours later, when the five-year-old didn’t come downstairs. At 12:16 p.m., a family member called the police and told them Tamra was missing.

Rayne, who was eight, said he had gone to bed squeezed into the space between the wall and mattresses piled on the floor in an upstairs bedroom. He told his mother he felt Tamra get up at some point, the slight movement of a child’s weight. All he could remember was that it was light outside.

FRIDAY WAS hot again and wet from the previous night’s rain. An odour of decay hung in the air around Ottawa Street. Tamra had been gone three full days and become national news. Her picture seemed to be everywhere, hanging on street poles and store windows. In news stories, she became “missing five-year-old Tamra Keepness,” but more often she was just Tamra, as if we knew her. The front page of the Regina Leader-Post spoke directly to her, asking, “Tamra, Where Did You Go?”

Tips flooded in to police. On the street, there were rumours that Tamra had been seen at a dollar store with an older woman. Business owners in the neighbourhood said detectives had been looking for a middle-aged white man named Roch or Rocky, but police wouldn’t confirm whether that was related to the search. Lorena and McArthur said they gave police the names of five people they thought could be suspects, including a man who had befriended Tamra and later been discovered to be a pedophile. For a while, there was even a theory that Tamra had never existed at all, that she had been a scam to get extra money from Social Services. (Hospital records proved that was not the case.)

Searchers were coming from around the province to volunteer, streaming into the city from towns and First Nations communities, motivated by the faces of their own children or grandchildren to help in whatever way they could. “I’ve got a boy, and he’s twenty-one,” said Jerry Scott, one of the volunteers who joined the search. “And if he left, I’d go nuts, too.” Around the city, people organized vigils and barbecues, brought water and snacks for the searchers, wrapped ribbons around trees to show their support. Some left teddy bears and angels on the steps of Tamra’s house. Days of intensive searches had turned up lots of items that seemed as though they could be connected—clothing, a child’s shoe—but none of it belonged to Tamra. “I’m starting to go on different conclusions, like maybe someone took her, I don’t know,” Troy Keepness said. “I just hope nobody would hurt my daughter.”

WHEN Tamra had been gone a week, police announced they were suspending the ground searches. At a press conference, Regina police chief Cal Johnston announced a $25,000 reward for information and vowed, “We will find Tamra.” Police questioned sex offenders living in the area and obtained surveillance tapes from convenience stores, bars, gas stations, and the Greyhound bus depot nearby. Johnston confirmed that “criminal interference with Tamra is a distinct possibility” and drew attention back to Tamra’s house and family. “There were comings and goings from the house that night that remain not fully explained to our satisfaction, and we continue to ask those questions,” he told reporters. He would not elaborate.

Tamra’s family was growing increasingly angry at the police, and the strain of the situation was starting to show. Lorena told reporters she’d signed consent forms for police to search her house and had given her DNA, but still she felt as if they were focusing too much on her family and not enough on trying to find Tamra. She was angry that police hadn’t closed the highways out of the city and that there was no Amber Alert because police said it didn’t meet the criteria. “I’m fed up,” she told reporters. “They are wasting time. This is my little girl we’re talking about.”

The family was growing frustrated with the media, too. Lorena’s mother yelled obscenities at reporters one day, and on another, members of the family nearly came to blows with a TV reporter doing a live update from the front lawn. They had been watching the news inside the house when they heard the reporter imply what many in the city were already wondering: If not someone in that house, then who?

On July 19, two weeks after Tamra had been reported missing, police charged McArthur with assaulting Sheepskin the night Tamra disappeared. McArthur told reporters he had been interrogated for twenty hours, not about the assault, but about Tamra and about what had gone on inside the house that night. “It was always the same questions, and they were assuming that I knew the answers to those questions, but I didn’t know the answers, and I still don’t know the answers,” he said. “I would never hurt a hair on that little girl’s head.”

Two days later, Tamra’s brothers and sisters were removed from the home by child-protection officers. Tamra’s twin sister wore messy pigtails and clutched a colouring book and a yellow blanket as two women led the children away down the front steps of the house. Neither government officials nor police would say whether the children’s seizure was related to Tamra’s disappearance. When the children were gone, police searched the house again.

One night late that summer, Tamra’s father, Troy, showed up at the house with a baseball bat and confronted her stepfather, McArthur. Troy was charged with assault, though McArthur later said police “got things misunderstood.” “Everybody’s looking for answers,” he said. “We more or less talked.”

LORENA KEEPNESS was fourteen years old when she ran away from her home on the White Bear First Nation, 200 kilometres southeast of Regina. She had been in residential school for about three months, but that wasn’t what did it. For her, it was the same ugly stuff at home. She found her way to Regina. When her mom tried to take her home, Lorena wouldn’t go. She lived on the streets instead.

She had her daughter Summer Wind when she was twenty, her son Rayne Dance not long after. It was after the ultrasound for her third baby that she walked home in a daze and told her husband, Troy, “We’re having twins.” She kept repeating it until it sunk in, and then they just stood together in the kitchen and laughed. Her mother said “Way to go!” but Lorena told her, “They came from God. Not like I planted those in me.”

The babies were born on September 1, 1998. Fraternal twin girls, each weighing more than six pounds, carried almost right to term and curved around one another like pieces of a puzzle. Lorena and Troy split up when the twins were little, and after that, the girls stayed sometimes with their mother, sometimes with their father or with other relatives. Lorena and Troy each struggled with substance abuse, and their lives were sometimes too troubled and unstable to have the children with them. At five, Tamra was bold and courageous, and protective of her twin sister. Once, Lorena heard a soft knock in the middle of the night and opened the door to find the twins standing there. The children had left their father’s house and walked four blocks back to Lorena’s in the middle of the night, Tamra leading her sister by the hand as they found their way through the dark. REGINA POLICE received more than a thousand tips in the first six weeks after Tamra’s disappearance. At one point, a Volkswagen van that had been stolen the night Tamra disappeared was found burned outside the city. A jail guard told police she and a former inmate had stolen it, picked up Tamra, and then dumped the child’s body in a ravine on the Muscowpetung First Nation. Ron Weir led a week-long search on Muscowpetung, draining multiple beaver dams with compressor pumps, while searchers slogged through water up to their hips. The jail guard later confessed she had made up the story. She was charged with mischief and wrote a letter apologizing to the police. In court, her lawyer said she had been trying to get her abusive boyfriend locked up again.

Returning from medical leave to the police department in the fall of 2004, superintendent Troy Hagen could feel how Tamra’s disappearance was weighing on his colleagues. Hagen noticed it in everyone he spoke to, from the police chief down, whether they were involved with the case or not. Sergeant Rod Buckingham, one of the lead investigators, was among those who felt the growing frustration. “It’s a mystery,” he would say. “And I don’t like mysteries.”

Officers had spoken with more than 6,000 people by then, but there had been no arrests, and leads were drying up. Shortly after, a special task force was struck to re-examine the case, to see whether anything had been missed. The name of the project was iskwesis ayishowak e mamayahi, a Cree term meaning “little girl bring people together.”

TWELVE YEARS LATER, Lorena Keepness spends her days doing odd jobs and picking bottles, trading them in at the depot for cash. She is forty-three and lives with her eldest son in a rundown shack of a house on Victoria Avenue, a fifteen-minute walk from Ottawa Street. Lorena’s children were never permanently returned to her custody after the disappearance, and the three babies she had after that were all taken by Social Services, too. Tamra’s twin sister is seventeen now. Lorena says she is an athlete, smart and beautiful. Lorena lost her family pictures when someone threw all her stuff in the garbage a few years ago. The only photos she has of Tamra now are the ones on missing-child posters.

Tamra’s twin and her older sister, Summer, don’t want to be interviewed. Neither does Tamra’s father, Troy. McArthur couldn’t be reached. Lorena needs a six-pack of Black Ice beer to talk. She doesn’t really want to be interviewed either. She has never liked reporters or their questions, and it hurts to talk about that time. “But part of me wants to,” she says, as her face crumples. “Part of me needs to share what the fuck happened. Someone stole my child.”

Lorena has heard many theories about what happened to her daughter. Some believe Tamra wandered away and was abducted by a driver cruising the area or that she got lost, then crawled in somewhere so small she has never been found. Other theories focus on the adults in the house that night. Some officers will say off-the-record that they think Tamra is in the dump but that they just couldn’t find her in the mountains of debris. Many in the city believe that Lorena and McArthur sold or traded Tamra to pay off a cocaine debt. Lorena has heard that one the most. One night, she was at a bar and heard some women talking, loud enough so she could hear. “Yeah, she sold her kid for dope. She has a whole bunch of babies. She has kids just to sell them for drugs.” Her friend told her not to listen, but Lorena couldn’t ignore it. She swore at the women, promised she would get them for even thinking she could do that to her child. They met at the same bar again the next day, and that time they fought, a tangle of hair and fists. One of them had a knife and slashed her twice on the back of her arm. More scars to wear for life. It wasn’t the only time. One night, she was attacked in Moose Jaw. Not long ago, a woman shouted “Baby killer!” at her across the street.

Lorena and Dean McArthur are still together, on and off—“more on than off,” she says. Police tried hard to turn them against each other, but she always believed him in the end. He may be all kinds of things, she says, but he’s not a baby killer. “If I thought he did something to my daughter, I would have killed him myself,” she says. “I think the police were just so sure. They figured, ‘These guys are a bunch of nobodies. She did her own child.’ They already had their conclusions drawn before they even tried to look for anything.”

The suggestion she could have had something to do with her daughter’s disappearance still pushes Lorena to the point of violence. You can see her eyes flash, her muscles tighten at the question. But she holds back— it’s not worth going to jail. She’s had enough of the police, has grown used to the accusations. In the past twelve years, she’s repeated her story publicly many times, and it has never really changed.

REGINA POLICE have never released full details about the investigation into Tamra’s disappearance, on the grounds that it remains an open case that they still hope to solve. In an interview, Troy Hagen, now Regina’s police chief, would not speak about any working theories or confirm any specifics of the investigation, including whether one of the people questioned about Tamra’s disappearance had failed a polygraph test. Instead, Hagen echoed what police have said since the beginning: That there remain important unanswered questions about the comings and goings from the house on Ottawa Street that night. That they will continue to investigate every tip. That they won’t stop looking for Tamra until they find her. He pointed to cases in the United States where children have been gone for years, sometimes decades, and then been found alive. In Canada, twelve-year-old Abby Drover was held in an underground bunker in Port Moody, British Columbia, for six months after being abducted by her neighbour in 1976. There was an intensive search of her community—including by her abductor—but she had been only feet away from her house the entire time. She was found alive. It seems impossible, but it happens. “I refuse to lose hope,” Hagen says.

The years since Tamra’s disappearance have exposed the epidemic of missing and murdered Indigenous women in Canada. Suspected serial killers are facing charges in the Prairies, but there has been no public indication that Tamra’s disappearance may be connected to any of those cases. Hagen said police have also explored a possible connection with thirteen-year-old Courtney Struble, who disappeared from Estevan, a city 200 kilometres from Regina, four days after Tamra was last seen. Investigators initially believed that Struble was a runaway, and she had been gone for seven years before RCMP announced that her case had become a homicide investigation. No one has ever been charged, and her remains have never been located. Hagen says it’s strange to have two unsolved missing-children cases linked so closely in time and geographic proximity. He says the possibility of a connection was “very much” explored by police, but there doesn’t appear to be a correlation. The police investigation into Tamra’s disappearance is one of the largest and costliest in Regina’s history, but Hagen says it has never been about the money. If there were more leads or work for investigators, the police chief says he would reconvene the task force “in a heartbeat.” But the flood of tips has slowed. The reward for information that leads to finding her, now $50,000, sits unclaimed. The last public development came in November 2014, when a Reddit user with the name MySecretIsOut posted a scrawled map with the words: “Location of Tamra Keepness, check the wells.” The person later wrote that the map belonged to their grandmother and had come from a great-aunt who had visited an inmate in Alberta. “We, like many others, haven’t forgotten about you, Tamra, and continue to search and hope you are found,” the person posted. Police searched twenty-one wells around Muscowpetung but found nothing.

Sheepskin died on January 1, 2009, “with his family by his side,” according to his obituary. Many of the police officers who worked on Tamra’s case have retired or moved from the department to other jobs. Hagen says he thinks of Tamra whenever he is walking through the forest, not looking for her but always half expecting to see her there. Sometimes he looks at people he passes on the street, examining their faces and imagining what Tamra might look like now.

THROUGH THE YEARS, Lorena has developed her own theories about what happened to her daughter. These days, she mainly wonders about a drifter who used to stay with them, a woman Lorena knew from when she was a girl. A woman who sometimes told people she was pregnant even though she wasn’t, who Lorena knew by one name but whose medical documents said something else. The woman was around so much that Lorena’s children called her Big Auntie. Big Auntie had been staying at the house before Tamra disappeared, but left after she and Lorena had a falling out. Lorena says it took a long time to realize Big Auntie wasn’t coming around any more. When she did, she put word out on the streets, but no one there had seen her either. Big Auntie didn’t even show up for her own sister’s funeral in Regina a few years back. Lorena says she told the police about Big Auntie many times, but doesn’t know whether they ever found her, or whether they even looked. “She’s just gone now,” Lorena says. “Same time as my child.” Maybe it’s something. Or maybe Big Auntie is missing, too.

When I ask Lorena whether she thinks Tamra will ever be found, she struggles for an answer. “I don’t know,” she says. “But can I tell you about a dream I had?” There are two, both so vivid it’s as if they were real. In one, Tamra is inside a big house in a city Lorena has never seen. There are silk clothes draped around, and broad windows, and Tamra is upstairs, sitting on the edge of a bathtub putting on stockings. She is grown, with dark, shiny hair like her mother’s but cut straight all around. In the other dream, Tamra is still a little girl, running into her mother’s arms. “There you are!” Lorena says. “There you are!” She picks up her child and holds her, until Tamra wriggles free and is lost again.

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The Long Island Serial Killer (Long Island Ripper) or LISK:

The case of The Long Island serial killer is as grim as it is horrifying. This unidentified serial killer was believed to have killed 10 to 16 people over a period of nearly 20 years. With his victims mostly prostitutes, he left their bodies in areas on the South Shore of Long Island, New York. He has also been recognized by the grim nickname THE LONG ISLAND RIPPER.

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Timeline of Events:

**Due to a variety of scattered human remains found at various crime sites, a condensed and categorized list of identified, unidentified, and possible victims, as well as their last known location, will be mentioned. Identified bodies will be featured alongside bullet points (•). Unidentified who have succumb to the hands of the killer will be listed alongside an asterisk (*). Possible victims who are identified/unidentified but might be similar with the identical motif of the LISK will be paired alongside a dash (-) and question mark (?).

• December 2010:

Of the ten bodies or sets of remains found since late 2010, the four discovered in December 2010 have been identified as missing prostitutes who all advertised their services on Craigslist. It has been theorized by a former investigator on the case that the killer shopped for look-a-like victims through Craigslist ads. Each had been strangled and her body wrapped in a burlap sack before being dumped along Gilgo Beach. All are believed to have been killed elsewhere.

• 1. Maureen Brainard-Barnes (25) of Norwich, Connecticut was an escort who advertised her services online. She was last seen on July 9th, 2007, saying that she planned "to spend the day in New York City." She was never seen Shortly after her disappearance, a friend of Maureen's, Sara Karnes, received a call from a man on an unfamiliar number. The man claimed that he had just seen Maureen and that she was alive and staying at a “whorehouse in Queens”. He refused to identify himself and could not tell Karnes the location of the house. He told Karnes he would call back and give her the address, but never called again. Karnes said that the man had no discernible New York or Boston accent. Her body was found in December 2010.

• 2. Melissa Barthélemy (24) of Erie County, New York, went missing on July 10th, 2009. She had been living in the Bronx and working as an escort through Craigslist. On the night she went missing, she met with a client, deposited $900 in her bank account, and attempted to call an old boyfriend, but did not get through. Beginning one week later, and lasting for five weeks, her teenage sister, Amanda, received a series of "vulgar, mocking and insulting" calls from a man, who may have been the killer using Melissa's cell phone. The caller asked if Amanda "was a whore like her sister." The calls became increasingly disturbing, and eventually culminated in the caller telling Amanda that Melissa was dead, and that he was going to "watch her rot." Police traced some of the calls to Madison Square Garden, midtown Manhattan, and Massapequa, but were unable to determine who was making the calls. Melissa's mother noted that there were "a lot of calls to Manorville" from Melissa's phone around the time of her disappearance.

• 3. Megan Waterman (22) of South Portland, Maine, went missing on June 6th, 2010, after placing advertisements on Craigslist as an escort. The day before, she had told her 20-year-old boyfriend that she was going out and would call him later. At the time of her disappearance, she was staying at a motel in Hauppauge, New York, 15 miles northeast of Gilgo Beach. Her body was recovered in December 2010.

• 4. Amber Lynn Costello (27) of North Babylon, New York, a town ten miles north of Gilgo Beach, was a prostitute and heroin user who went missing on September 2nd, 2010. That night she reportedly went to meet a stranger who had called her several times and offered $1,500 for her services. Body was found in December 2010.

• March 2011:

The four additional sets of remains discovered on March 29th and April 4th were all within two miles and to the east of those found in December. They included two identified women an unidentified man, and a toddler. A skull and a partial set of remains were found on April 11th after the search expanded into Nassau County. They were found about one mile apart, approximately five miles west of those found in December.

• 5. Jessica Taylor (20) who resided in Manhattan, went missing in July 2003. On July 26th, 2003, her naked and dismembered torso, missing its head and hands, was discovered 45 miles east of Gilgo Beach in Manorville, New York; these remains were identified by DNA analysis later that year. Taylor's torso was found atop a pile of scrap wood at the end of a paved access road off of Halsey Manor Road, just north of where it crosses the Long Island Expressway. Plastic sheeting was found underneath the torso, and a tattoo on her body had been mutilated with a sharp instrument. On May 9th, 2011, it was reported that the remains of a skull, a pair of hands, and a forearm found on March 29 at Gilgo were matched to Taylor. She had worked in Washington, D.C., and Manhattan as a prostitute. Her body was found March 29th.

April 2011:

• 6. Valerie Mack (24) of Philadelphia, was previously dubbed "Jane Doe No. 6". A human head, right foot, and hands, found on April 4th, 2011, were determined to have belonged to an unidentified victim. The rest of her body was found on November 19th, 2000, in the same part of Manorville where most of Jessica Taylor's remains were later discovered. The victim's torso was found wrapped in garbage bags and dumped in the woods near the intersection of Halsey Manor Rd and Mill Rd, adjacent to a set of power lines and a nearby power line access road. Her right foot had been cut off high above the ankle, possibly to conceal an identifying mark or tattoo. The dismembered remains of Jessica Taylor and "Jane Doe No. 6" were both disposed of in a similar manner and in the same town, suggesting a link. In September 2011, police released a composite sketch of "Jane Doe No. 6", saying she was about 5' 2" and was between 18 and 35-years old. On May 22nd, 2020, Suffolk County Police announced that they had positively identified and on May 28th, 2020 it was announced that the remains had been identified as Mack, who had last been seen by family in Spring or Summer of 2000 in the area of Port Republic, New Jersey. Mack had also gone by the name Melissa Taylor, and had worked as an escort in Philadelphia.

* April 2011 (cont.) w/ Unidentified Victims:

* 7. "John Doe" (17)/(23) was also discovered on April 4th, 2011 at Gilgo Beach, very close to where the first four were discovered in December 2010, was the body of what appeared to be a young Asian male who died from blunt-force trauma. In September 2011, police released a composite sketch of the victim. They stated that he had likely been working as a prostitute and was wearing women's clothing at the time of his death. He was missing four teeth and had been dead for or between 5 and 10 years. He is believed to have lived as a woman, perhaps being killed when the killer found out he was not a woman, and to have had some kind of musculoskeletal disorder which would have affected his gait.

* 8. "Baby Doe" was the third body found on April 4th, 2011, about 250 feet away from the partial remains of "Jane Doe No. 6,". The remains were that of a female toddler between 16 and 24 months of age and had already decayed into a skeletal form. The body was wrapped in a blanket and showed no visible signs of trauma. DNA tests determined that the child's mother was "Jane Doe No. 3", whose body was found 10 miles east, near Jones Beach State Park, just days after this discovery. The toddler was reported to be African-American and was wearing gold earrings and a gold necklace.

* 9. "Peaches/Jane Doe No. 3" was discovered on June 28th, 1997. The dismembered torso of an unidentified young African-American female was found at Hempstead Lake State Park, in the town of Lakeview, New York. The torso was found in a green plastic Rubbermaid container, which was dumped next to a road along the west side of the lake. Investigators reported that the victim had a tattoo of a heart-shaped peach with a bite out of it and two drips falling from its core on her left breast. On April 11th, 2011, police in Nassau County discovered dismembered skeletal human remains inside a plastic bag near Jones Beach State Park, nicknamed "Jane Doe No. 3". DNA analysis identified this victim as the Mother of "Baby Doe"; she wearing gold jewelry similar to that of her daughter. In December 2016, Peaches and Jane Doe No. 3 were positively identified as being the same person.

-? Victims Unofficially Involved in LISK murders.

*The person(s) involved have not been officially linked with the other LISK murders, and are still being reviewed by police.

-? Tina Foglia (19) was last seen in the early morning hours of February 1st, 1982 at a rock music venue in West Islip. She was a known hitchhiker. Her dismembered body was discovered by Department of Transportation workers on February 3rd, 1982 along the shoulder of the Southern State Parkway. Her remains were placed in three separate plastic garbage bags, and were found a few miles north of the Robert Moses Causeway, which leads to Gilgo Beach and Oak Beach. A diamond ring that Foglia was known to wear was missing, and the DNA of an unknown male was found on the garbage bags. Police have not ruled out the possibility that Tina Foglia was an early victim of the Long Island Serial Killer.

-? A suitcase containing the dismembered torso of an unidentified Hispanic or light-skinned African-American female washed up on a beach at Harbor Island Park, in the town of Mamaroneck on March 3rd, 2007. The victim had a tattoo of two cherries on her left breast, similar in appearance to the tattoo found on Peaches. The former was determined to have been stabbed to death. Never identified, the victim is referred to as "Cherries" by investigators. One of her dismembered legs washed up at Cold Spring Harbor on March 21st, 2007, and the other at Oyster Bay in the village of Cove Neck the following day. "Cherries" was dismembered in a fashion similar to three other victims (Jessica Taylor, Valerie Mack, and "Peaches") meaning she may be linked to the other official victims.

-? On May 17th, 2011, the New York Post reported that Long Island police were revisiting other similar unsolved murders of prostitutes. Named in the article was Tanya Rush (39) a mother of three from Brooklyn whose dismembered body was found in a small suitcase in June 2008 on the shoulder of the Southern State Parkwa zzzy in Bellmore, New York.

-? Shannan Maria Gilbert (24) was an escort who may have been a victim of the Long Island serial killer. She left for a client's residence in Oak Beach after midnight on May 1st, 2010. At 4:51a.m. May 2nd, 911 dispatchers received a panicked phone call from Gilbert who can be heard saying that there was someone "after her" and that "they" were trying to kill her. She was last seen a short time later banging on the front door of a nearby Oak Beach residence and screaming for help before running off into the night. After nineteen months of searching, police found Gilbert's remains in a marsh, half a mile from where she was last seen. In May 2012, the Suffolk County medical examiners ruled that Gilbert accidentally drowned after entering the marsh. They believe that she was in a drug induced panic, and have concluded that cause was "death by misadventure" or "inconclusive." Her family believes she was murdered. On November 15, 2012 a lawsuit was filed by her mother, Mari Gilbert, against the Suffolk County Police Department in the hopes of getting more answers about what happened to her daughter the night she went missing. Famous Forensic pathologist Dr. Michael Baden agreed to conduct an independent autopsy of Gilbert's remains in hopes of determining a clear cause of death. Upon examination of Gilbert's remains, Baden found damage to her hyoid bone, suggesting that strangulation may have occurred. Baden also noted that her body was found face-up, which is not common for drowning victims. Despite this, her death is still officially listed by police as an accident.

-? On January 23, 2013, a woman walking her dog found human remains intentionally buried in a small piece of brush in a sandy area along the shore at the end of Sheep Lane in Lattingtown, near Oyster Bay. The remains are believed to be of a woman between the ages of 20 and 30, possibly Asian. She was wearing a 22-karat gold pig pendant, which may be a reference in some Asian cultures to "The Year of the Pig." This leads some to believe she died at the age of 29. There was trauma caused to her bones; investigators believe she was buried before Hurricane Sandy in late 2012. Her case may be connected to the other 10 bodies found 32 miles away in and around Gilgo Beach.

-? On March 16, 2013, Natasha Jugo (31) was last seen leaving her home near Alley Pond Park, Queens. Her car was found along Ocean Parkway and some of her clothes and belongings were found in the sand near Gilgo Beach the following day. Jugo was described as 5'7, 120lbs with brown eyes and blonde hair. She was last seen wearing a black robe, pink pajamas, gray hooded sweatshirt, black coat, and black boots. Police are unsure whether the case is connected to the LISK victims. Jugo's family said that she had "a history of problems in which she thought people were following her." On June 24, 2013, Jugo's body was washed up on Gilgo Beach.

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HERE IT COMES !

 By Daymond DuckPublished on: January 30, 2021

It is my desire to stop writing about the election and direct more of my time to the fulfillment of Bible prophecy, but the election has major prophetic implications, and the two issues cannot be separated.

Pres. Trump promised a peaceful transition of power, and he and Melania left the White House with grace and humility.

Here are some quotes that may interest you:

“The purpose of the New World Order is to bring the world into a world government” (Winston Churchill).

“Out of these troubled times [out of the Persian Gulf War], our [America’s] fifth objective—a new world order—can emerge” (Geo. H. W. Bush, 1990).

“I learned to love the New World Order” (Joe Biden, Apr. 23, 1992).

“The hierarchy [of the U.N.], among other things, had called for world government to be achieved in STAGES through the forming of world administrative REGIONS. This was in accordance with the U.N. charter, which encourages the implementation and administration of world government on a REGIONAL basis” (Edmund J. Osmanneczyk, 1995).

“What I am trying to do [to build a global system] is to promote a process of reorganization of the world” (Bill Clinton, 1997).

“Within four years, we will see the beginning of a new international order” (Henry Kissinger 2008).

“The burdens of global citizenship bind us together” (Barack Obama, July 24, 2008).

“To bring about the New World Order, we have to have a new consciousness” [a new spiritual ethic, or new world religion] (Henry Kissinger, Jan. 12, 2009).

Concerning who will head up the New World Order, “We’re trusting that he will be President Obama” (Henry Kissinger, 2009).

“The affirmative task we have now is to actually create a new world order” (Then Vice-Pres. Joe Biden, Apr. 5, 2013).

“I believe we and mainly you [the U.S. Air Force Academy graduating class] have an incredible opportunity to lead in shaping a new world order for the 21st century…” (Joe Biden, May 28, 2014).

“You are about to graduate into a complex and borderless world” (Biden’s new Climate Change Czar, John Kerry, May 6, 2016).

Globalists have big plans, but they are not in control; they just think they are.

The more they reject God; and the more they turn against His people; and the closer they move toward world government; the more they stir His wrath, and the closer God’s people are to the Rapture.

Here are some of my thoughts on current events:

On Jan. 20, 2021, the “America First” president was replaced with a “Fundamentally Transform America” president.

This “fundamental transformation” of America involves the submission of America to a godless world government (the New World Order, The Great Reset, the U.N. 2030 Sustainable Development goals, etc.).

Biden has already announced his intent to undo Trump’s America First policies, rejoin the Paris Climate Accords, rejoin the World Health Organization, halt America’s departure from the World Trade Organization, halt construction on the Keystone Pipeline and border wall, review and reverse more than 100 Trump policies on the environment, stop immigration enforcement in the U.S., and more.

Biden announced support for things (other than world government) that go against the Scriptures: taxpayer-funded abortions for everyone up to the moment of birth (murder of babies), nominate judges that support abortion, allow gays to serve openly in the military, reinstate Title IX that lets transgenders use bathrooms according to their gender identity (men use women’s bathrooms, etc.), etc. Think about this. Through a Political Action Committee (PAC), Planned Parenthood gave more than 27 million dollars to Biden’s election, and now Biden is going to give Planned Parenthood millions and millions of taxpayer dollars to kill babies.

Biden has already cut America’s defense budget, cut the Space Force budget, transformed money budgeted for America’s nuclear arsenal to FEMA, and threatened to fire at least two Generals (one in the Army and another in the Air Force) that questioned these cuts. There is speculation that a military purge is coming to replace patriot-minded officers with officers that will pledge allegiance to the U.N. Here is a link to an article about this: https://beforeitsnews.com/blogging-citizen-journalism/2021/01/generals-tell-trump-we-got-your-back-2649650.html

Biden dissolved the 1776 Commission designed to teach patriotism in public schools and replaced it with a group “to assist agencies in assessing equity with respect to race, ethnicity, religion, income, geography, gender identity, sexual orientation, and disability.”

Simply put, “Here It Comes” means that I believe the Biden administration intends to support policies that will lead to the rise of the Ten Kings, world government, the Antichrist, the False Prophet, tracking everyone, godlessness, the Tribulation Period, etc.

The shadow government controls every branch of the U.S. government, and, as I see it, there will be a surge forward with no going back. In his first six days in office, Biden signed more executive orders than the last four presidents combined (and one of his officials said there are more to come).

How long it will take to bring in the world government is unknown, but I expect the shadow government to push Biden to accomplish as much as he can before the next election two years from now.

No one knows the day or hour of the Rapture, but whenever it happens, the Restrainer will be removed, and godless world government will go into overdrive.

Here are several stories that made the news:

One, Biden asked a “Christian” preacher friend to offer the benediction at his inauguration, and the preacher closed his prayer, not in the name of Jesus, but “in the strong name of our collective faith.”

Praying in “the strong name of our collective faith” is the kind of reprobate thinking that left God out of the Democrat Party Platform.

Their total one-party control of the U.S. government will cause them to fully support a godless one-world religion and government.

The Bible clearly teaches that God will put up with this godless world government nonsense for 7 years, but if He did not bring it to an end, no flesh would be saved.

The pastor’s prayer is also evidence of a sick, lukewarm Church that tickles people’s ears instead of proclaiming the truth.

Two, on Jan. 23, 2021, a bomb exploded at First Works Baptist Church in El Monte, Cal.

Hate messages were painted on the inside walls of the church.

Several news organizations ignored the bombing and blamed the church for preaching against same-sex marriage.

These people appear to believe it is okay to blow up a church if the preacher preaches the Scriptures.

Three, on Jan. 20, 2021, an unidentified person in the U.S. State Dept. decided that the U.S. Ambassador to Israel will now be called the U.S. Ambassador to Israel, the West Bank, and Gaza.

The person that made that decision posted it on the State Dept. website, and it appears that whoever did it does not believe that the West Bank and Gaza should be part of Israel.

Some say the Biden administration also plans to change the U.S. recognition of the Golan Heights as part of Israel.

Two weeks ago, I wrote that God had a reason for putting Trump in office, He has a reason for removing Trump, and He has a reason for putting Biden in office.

I tend to believe God is ready to let world government advance, and He removed Trump because Trump would have been in the way.

I also tend to believe that God put Biden in office because He wants Israel to trust Him, not Trump or the U.S., for protection.

Unfortunately, most Christians do not know enough Bible prophecy to recognize the danger that dividing Israel poses to America.

According to the Bible, those that try to cut Israel into pieces at the end of the age will be cut into pieces.

(Note: Before this article was sent to the editor, the State Dept. reversed itself on the issue and went back to calling the U.S. Ambassador the Ambassador to Israel.)

Four, concerning pestilences, my last week’s article noted that a group of U.S. doctors believe Ivermectin is safe and effective for preventing Covid in most people.

The article also noted that India has developed an inexpensive, effective, and safe Covid Ivermectin treatment kit.

On Jan. 19, 2021, it was reported that the National Institutes of Health (NIH) has upgraded Ivermectin from “against the drug” to “not for or against the drug.”

According to the article, this opens the door for doctors to feel safe in prescribing it and for the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to approve it for emergency use if they choose to do so.

I found Ivermectin searching “Ivermectin for humans” at amazon.com.

There is also an apple-flavored paste, and a reader told me about a nurse that puts it in peanut butter.

I am just passing this information on for people to make their own decision.

Five, concerning persecution, much of the hatred that has been dumped on Trump over the last 4 years is now being directed toward those that voted for him.

Since Jan. 15, 2021, more than 22,000 people have signed a petition to have Franklin Graham fired from Samaritan’s Purse and the Billy Graham Evangelistic Assoc. for supporting Pres. Trump.

On Jan. 20, 2021, the Daily Beast published an article calling for a new “secret police” force to spy on Trump supporters because the FBI and NSA will not sufficiently punish these Americans.

Many Christians and conservatives are expressing concern that Biden’s support for the LGBTQ agenda (biological males in women’s bathrooms, etc.), and Pelosi’s rule that people in Congress are not allowed to say man, woman, etc., will lead to people being denounced as homophobes, etc. One reader e-mailed me to say there will be a tremendous effort to pervert the children that are not killed by abortion.

It has been reported that Katie Couric is calling for Trump supporters to be deprogrammed in re-education camps and for members of Congress that question the accuracy of the election to be punished. This could pit brother against brother just like Jesus said because the left wants to silence and shame those that disagree with them.

On Jan. 20, 2021, it was reported that former FBI Director James Comey said the Republican Party “needs to be burned down or changed.” He asked, “Who would want to be part of an organization that at its core is built on lies and racism and know-nothingism?” Comey is a proven liar, and there is evidence that he used false evidence to protect Hillary Clinton when she destroyed thousands of e-mails.

On Jan. 21, 2021, it was reported that a columnist for the Washington Post is calling for Fox News to be kicked off the air for “radicalizing people and setting them on the path of violence and sedition.”

I pray that Jesus will Rapture the Church off the earth before the persecution gets too bad, but judgment must begin at the house of God (I Pet. 4:17).

It falls on believers first, and it falls harder on unbelievers second (persecution of the Church signifies a greater persecution is coming on the lost).

Six, after constantly condemning Trump’s handling of Covid and claiming that he (Biden) will vaccinate a million people a day, concerning Covid, on Jan. 23, 2021, Biden said there is “nothing we can do about the trajectory.”

He added, “In the next few months, masks, not vaccinations, are the single best defense against Covid.”

Seven, concerning the Battle of Gog and Magog in the latter years and latter days, on Jan. 20 it was reported that a senior Israeli official said if Biden returns to the same terms of Obama’s nuclear deal with Iran, Israel will have nothing to discuss with him.

Biden is clearly interested in returning to the deal but said Iran must start complying first.

To summarize this article, concerning world government, I am not like Chicken Little, who claimed the sky is falling (world government indicates many good things such as the approaching rapture; reign of Jesus; peace, justice, and righteousness on earth; etc.), but I am saying get prepared because here it comes.

Some are saying a police state and persecution are coming.

U.S. Josh Hawley recently said, “You can go to church now, but you may not be allowed to go to the church of your choice in two years.”

As far as many of you are concerned, your pastor will never tell you about these things, so I suggest that a good place to get started is hischannel.com.

Finally, if you want to go to heaven, you must be born again (John 3:3). God loves you, and if you have not done so, sincerely admit that you are a sinner; believe that Jesus is the virgin-born, sinless Son of God who died for the sins of the world, was buried, and raised from the dead; ask Him to forgive your sins, cleanse you, come into your heart and be your Saviour; then tell someone that you have done this.

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Episode 203:  Good Mother

Sorry so late this week!! I had a deadline for work that kept me away from this early in the week, and Tumblr has been mean tonight. Kudos to @tasyfa for helping me with some of the transcripts while I was stuck working!!

EPISODE SUMMARY:

Determined to regain control of her life in the aftermath of Noah’s death, Isobel (Lily Cowles) makes a risky choice despite its potential consequences.  Meanwhile, Alex (Tyler Blackburn) and Michael (Michael Vlamis) work together to unravel the mystery surrounding the night Nora’s (guest star Kayla Ewell) spaceship crashed in 1947. Elsewhere, Liz (Jeanine Mason) makes a surprising confession when Cameron (guest star Riley Voelkel) shows up looking for answers about Max (Nathan Dean).  Heather Hemmens, Amber Midthunder and Trevor St. John also star. Jeffrey Hunt directed the episode written by Deirdre Mangan & Carina Adly MacKenzie (#203.) Original airdate 3/30/2020.

DETAILS:

Aliens in the crash are always portrayed as wearing all white.  

There's also a silvery gleam on the faces of Nora and Louise following the crash.

Harlan Manes (first introduced in the alien autopsy scene in 1x07) and Hector Valenti (first mentioned in the pilot by Jesse Manes, but visually introduced here) are shown as having both a partnership and a difference in perspective, with Hector being more sympathetic to the aliens from the start - it mirrors what we know about Jim and Jesse's relationship.

Mysterious alien figure in white hood (probably played by Nathan Parsons, but unlikely to actually be Max (see @latessitrice meta) touches Nora's shoulder and she looks pained, then attacks and burns Hector alive, before disappearing into thin air.

Nora is shot in her shoulder.

Liz sent Alex to find Michael at the cave. 

The pods "regenerate cells at the same rate as they degrade" keeping them in stasis.  The theory of the electrical current is that it will speed up the regeneration so instead of stasis, Max might improve.

Searching for info about Nora led Alex to a sophisticated firewall, which meant that someone was trying to hide information about her.

Jenna's fake energy drinks are called "Speed Demon"

Mimi DeLuca says she was "nowhere" (and then she looks up at the stars). She was wearing the same nightgown and robe as when she disappeared (white...like the aliens in 1947), but instead of bare feet, she had on a pair of elaborate blue and white cowboy boots 

Jenna told Sheriff Valenti that Mimi recited the plot from the film Starship Troopers during the car ride into town "like she lived it", with all the voices, but did not provide any information about where she’d been.  Sheriff Valenti implies that this is typical behavior from Mimi.

Michael says he's been parked at the pony for a few weeks.  Maria says that Mimi was gone for a month. That means that another 2 weeks have passed. (I.e., Max has been dead for 6 weeks now.)

Maria says that they found her mom on I-40 (by the Roswell sign).  Also in 2x01 Rosa indicated that she and Liz were on I-40 when they saw Flint - Rosa put together that it was the most direct route to Area 51...however, I-40 does not go through Roswell.  In fact, it is over 100 miles from Roswell to I-40 (north on 285).  However, it is the most direct route to Area 51 from Roswell.

Isobel points out that Mimi DeLuca waking up in the desert with no memory is similar to what happened to her when Noah took over her body.  Michael doesn't believe that they are the same situation though.

Rosa is about to drink spiked coffee when Liz brings her the art supplies.  After Liz leaves, she pours it out without drinking it.

Isobel is packing up all of the photos of her and Noah (most look like vacation photos).  She hesitates on the photo of them with Max at the wedding that we previously saw in 2x01 at Noah's funeral.

Isobel's baby is now 7 weeks (consistent with the other time frames) and is now the size of a blueberry.

Isobel drinks the rest of the alien death serum and immediately gets cramps/pain in her womb.  And then Max's hallucination appears.

Isobel tells not!Max that she has been microdosing with the serum for weeks (2 weeks, based on the timeline) and it hasn't worked.

Not!Max does tell her to call Kyle (i.e, her subconscious knows she should, but she's not listening).

Michael tells Jenna that Max is in Mexico (at first).

Mimi is "hydrated and healthy" and she never felt unsafe.

She thinks she was only gone for a night, coming to see Maria when Jenna found her.

Maria asked Mimi whether Jenna lent the boots to her and Mimi declared they were hers

Liz is surrounded by monitors with alienesque symbols on them (or maybe just The Science!) See photo:

When the alarm sounds Liz looks at her computer screen and reacts - likely a security camera.

When Alex arrives at the Bunker and sees the binder left for him, the computers are on and there is a map showing.  See photo: 

I tried to figure out what city it is on his computer screen, but no luck. If anyone figures it out, send me an ask & let me know & I'll blast it out!

The 3-ring binder left for Alex, which looked approx. ¾ full with paper documents, was marked on the front:

CAULFIELD * A4N

352-6553 NMG

The text was white on a dark green background that appeared to be a printed label that had been affixed to the front of the binder. The body of the binder was light grey, with a partially shaded circular diagram in the lower center of the front that appeared to be part of the binder itself rather than a later addition like the label.

The Post-It note left on the binder for Alex said, "What side of history do you want to be on?"

There was also a marking on the spine of the binder: CF-143-3453-C78. This is probably a file or record reference, with CF standing for Caulfield. The reference would be visible when the binder was housed on a shelf, allowing easy identification.

When Alex flipped open the binder, the visible portion of the top page read as follows:

HEADQUARTERS

509th BOMB GP (NH)

ROSWELL ARMY AIR FIELD

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Forwarded.

A07-06 (95)                                8 JULY 1947

AFTER ACTION REPORT

Serial

[blacked out text with underscoring] [TOP SECRET stamp]

From:        Lt. Colonel Payne Jennings, Roswell Army Air Field

Subject:    Engagement with enemy combatants, recovery of unidentified craft, night of 14-15 June, 1947, twelve casualties.

[offscreen] is a fine that concerns the events and

[offscreen] following the discovery of a flying saucer,

To:        Chief of Staff, U.S. Air Force

[offscreen] dentified rancher notified

[offscreen] [blacked out text] that he found the instrument on

[offscreen] operations were coordinated with

[offscreen] with the intent of detaining or

[offscreen] while assisting in the inves-

[offscreen] reached the crash site

[offscreen] ing object’s entan-

[offscreen] balloon. Ship

[offscreen] of foreign

[offscreen] place

Liz explains The Science to Jenna:

"3 years ago I hypothesized that if I introduced a rare protein to destroyed stem cells they'd regenerate.  And I was right. My team in Denver brought dead cells back to life. Rat cells, but, I mean, still, the applications are immeasurable… until our study got shut down.  They said it's for ethics reasons, but I think it's because it threatened big pharma. Then a few weeks ago, Kyle found that the pods contain a sort of alien cousin to my regenerative protein.  When Max healed Rosa, his electric charge amplified the process. If we can replicate that, then, we can accelerate his recovery, so, I am testing out pig hearts to see…" discussion about pig hearts/human hearts/different kinds of smart…

Liz says she has a few hours before she has to "record the electromagnetic charge interval"

Jenna says that Liz reminds her of Charlie.

Charlie used to rant about gene therapy

Jesse says he requested no visitors until "his brain starts to follow his orders".

He keeps periodically hitting the morphine drip with Alex in the room, though he was ignoring it before Alex got there.

Jesse describes the opening scene of the episode. And then tells Alex "Tripp was never the same".

Rosa's art:

Among the quotes on her collage are:

Body drie up from ...

What did she say

You're no listening

Control her Take her power

I am the Mesa the mighty

Nothing but a muddy trickle

You can't hold us

Sandia

Between them... Damn... One day she'll…

East

Rosa hears Max call out to her (while awake) "Rosa! Help! You're the only one!"

Jenna says that her dad brought her and Charlie to Roswell when they were kids.  That they were obsessed with the crash and aliens and the X-Files and it was the perfect trip.  It's why she came to Roswell after leaving the military.   "It was like trying to go back in time, somehow."

"Time Travel really messed with you.  I am eight years older than my older sister.  She used to be my hero. She was kinetic, disruptive, cool.  Now that I'm an adult I'm pretty sure she's bipolar, and she needs help.  And if I try to save Max I'm letting Rosa twist in the wind, so, hence the wine ready in my drawer."

Maria is going through a box labeled "Mom's Stuff" in the Pony when she sees Rosa.

"I'm turning into my mom.  I lost time at the gala...Michael's hand...I'm seeing things!"

What Valenti says about Noah's death:

"The M.E., Dr. Holden, listed Noah's cause of death as cardiac arrest due to lightning strike. (note: cardiac arrest = heart attack.  Same way Max died.). No other abnormalities were listed. But that's not consistent with the crime scene photos. You see these ligature marks on his wrists and ankles. …. These marks are consistent with zip ties.  And these with struggling against police-issue handcuffs. Like Max's.".

Isobel blames it on their sex toys.

What Max said to the grocery clerk "¿Tienes carne sin preservativos?" (Meat without a condom).

About Max's nightmare:

"You remember when I used to come in and sleep on your floor?"

"You used to have a nightmare.  You were alone in a cold, dark room and there was something… You couldn't get up.  You were…"

"Chained to the floor.  I'd wake up all freaked out and run to your room."

Rosa's nightmare:

"I need your help, Rosa."

"Look, I'm not gonna help you die.  I have been drinking so that I don't dream."

"I know that."

"It's like you're getting stronger. I hear you now when I'm awake."

"You're right.  Something is making me stronger. I feel things. That's why I'm calling for you.  Something is wrong with Isobel. Even in the pod I sense it. She's dying. Please."

Liz thinks that Max was able to reach out to save Isobel because the electricity is making him stronger in the pod.

Maria confessed to her mother that she had thought she might be getting sick too, Mimi said Maria would not get lost because she was protected, and reached for the resin pendant with the anti-alien pollen flower that Maria was wearing as usual. When Mimi seemed to go to sleep, Maria removed the necklace and placed it on her mother. 

Flashing back to the night of the crash, Nora seems to be tying down the tarp on the back of the truck when Tripp approaches her.  He feigns an offer to assist her and then grabs her and orders his men to move in so that they can take her and the truck back to base.  Louise appears and black-canary-screams to push them away (sound waves, I presume). She is shot in the stomach/chest. Nora pulls her into the truck and drives them away.

The newspaper clip Michael found is dated October 12, 1948, two days before Nora was captured. 

Newspaper transcript:

Last scene - Nora is clearly driving the truck with her powers, as she has both her arms around Louise. They approach a cabin and we're introduced to Roy Bronson, who offers to help.

Roswell Town Fair Charms Locals and Tourists

Photo caption: Smiles abound demonstrate a good time had by all.

Saturday Festivities Drew Healthy Crowds

Second column under photo:

...well as celebrated hometown war heroes, and, of course, Mrs. Benjamin Booker (Carol) whose strawberry Chile pie has won the Roswell Pie Contest four seasons in a row.

Children delighted in activities such as sack races.......

Top of 3rd column:

...ice creams.

Meanwhile the annual pumpkin chunking contest was the main attraction as expected! Pumpkin chunkers arrived from far and wide with their pumpkins and their pumpkin-lurching apparatuses. The prize for best pumpkin chunked went to the Long Family. Their farm foreman Roy Bronson credited his friend and neighbor, a young woman who declined to be named, for the Long's pumpkin chunking victory.

When asked what he'd do with the prize money, Bronson declared that he would "purchase ingredients (for his lady friend) to cook up a nice pumpkin pie".

MUSIC:

Dame - Holy Moly

Tommee Profitt feat. Fleurie - Hurricane