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staysaneathome · 1 year

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Ten Degrees of Strange (But I’m Trying To Change) 2

Jon waits on tenterhooks for the others to arrive.

He’d only managed to pile up a few boxes of statements against the door to Document Storage before the pain in his leg has him collapsing at Martin’s desk, mobile phone clutched in trembling hands.

His socked feet curl against each other, trying to stave off the chill.

He left his shoes and his cane in Document Storage.

There were loud, crashing sounds emanating from that room which have caused Jon’s hopes for retrieving them to gradually dwindle down the nothing.

Now though? Everything is deathly silent.

Jon isn’t sure that this isn’t worse.

A muffled bang resounds through the walls, and Jon whips his head around towards where Document Storage is so fast he feels his neck twinge.

But, no, that’s not right, this deadened thumping isn’t coming from that direction, it’s coming from behind him, the door to the Archives, oh god, he hadn’t considered that it would have reinforcements, he’s going to die—!

Martin Blackwood bursts into the bullpen clutching a fire extinguisher, curls even more askew than they are normally, the same hoodie he left the office in only partially zipped up over what Jon thinks might be his bare chest, a pair of soft-looking pajama bottoms decorated with repeating iterations of Donald Duck worn over some ratty trainers without socks.

“Jon!!” He cries. “Jon, oh my god, wh-what, what happened, are you, are you alright?! Did you get hurt at all?! What’s go— is that my stapler??”

“No,” Jon lies, as he lowers the stapler he’d been about to throw. “So you got my message then.”

Martin’s face flashes with an emotion Jon can’t name, as he digs his phone out of his pocket and holds it upright. “Did I—of course I got your message! I’ve been texting you the whole way here! Why didn’t you—never mind that, are you okay?! You said there was a, a monster or something, in Document Storage, did it, did it hurt you??”

Jon eyes him warily. For having sent the message only twenty minutes ago, Martin’s made excellent time in getting back to the office. Almost suspiciously quickly…like he was waiting nearby, perhaps?

“I’m fine. A little shaken, but I managed to escape with my life. Barely.” He replies archly. “How did you get into the building?”

Martin blinks, as if dazed. “Wh-what? I? Su-Susan and Nolene, you know, from facilities, they, they tend to prop the fire door open so they can have a smoke and a goss before they leave for the night, and, and they’re not the best at remembering to take the wedge out? I tried talking to them about it when, when I was living here so, but yeah they still. Still forget, so. Through the fire door. Yeah.”

“Hm.” Sounds plausible enough. But apparently Martin has experience in lying to him, so. Better to keep his guard up.

“It, whatever it was, was waiting for me under the cot. I barely managed to avoid losing my arm to it and temporarily blocked it in, but, well.” Jon shrugs and pushes himself out of Martin’s chair, beginning to limp in that direction. “I’m not in the best shape to be barricading anything at the moment. I’m fairly confident it’s still in there, but it may be best to prepare for the worst.”

He hears Martin gulp behind him.

“Wait, Jon, wait, shouldn’t we wait for, for Tim and Sasha, or, or call the police?!” He stutters as he stumbles after Jon.

“If we wait that long, who knows what it will have the time to do?!” Jon exclaims. “Do you want to give it time to hunt us down before going after Tim, Sasha, the rest of the Institute when they get here?! If we don’t make sure of it now, the blood will be on m-our hands.”

There’s an odd whimpering sound. Then Martin shoulders in front of him, as if to act as some sort of hoodie-clad human shield.

Jon blinks, disgruntled and weary of constantly trying to puzzle out all of Martin’s seemingly mercurial actions, and begrudgingly settles for using his assistant as a makeshift crutch.

If Martin has any complaints about this treatment, he doesn’t voice them.

Jon’s makeshift blockade is exactly as he left it.

He’s not entirely sure if that makes him feel better or worse.

“It’s in there?” Martin whispers. “Are you sure?”

“Obviously I’m not sure, Martin.” He hisses back. “That’s what we’re checking.”

“Alright, alright, you don’t need to take a tone!” Martin rebukes in a hushed voice.

“I’ll take whatever tone I like when my subordinates are being particularly obtuse.” Jon sniffs.

“Obtu-?!” Martin splutters, bridling with the same indignation Jon glimpsed during Prentiss’ attack, “All, alright then, Mr. Clever Clogs, why don’t you go check it then? Since I’m so obviously incapable.”

Jon, who has always hated that epithet, bristles like a soaked cat. “Maybe I will!”

“Fine!”

“Wonderful!”

“Fantastic!”

“Good.”

If one of his staff haven’t committed a murder already, Jon is sorely tempted to be the first by wringing his stubborn, useless, passionate, smug, infuriating assistant’s neck.

Still. He screws his courage to the sticking point and creeps forward the last few steps to the door.

He peeks in the window.

The bulbs in the room are dim and yellowing, casting odd shadows up the walls and off objects. The interior looks…wrong somehow.

Jon’s sure that that shelf wasn’t there before, the filing cabinet that was in its place earlier has vanished from his view. The amount of banging and crashing from earlier would suggest things have been moved.

But he expected it to look more…destroyed? Torn apart? If the creature was truly ravaging the place it believed itself to be trapped in, why is so little broken?

“Jon? Is everything alright? What do you see?” Martin’s voice is little more than a soft murmur.

“I think it’s still in there, but I’m not sure.” He mutters back. “The room looks—looks a mess but. I can’t see it.”

“Sho-should we leave it?” Martin whispers. “Just, just put some more stuff in front of the door and call the police, or, or someone who can deal with this?”

“Do you honestly expect the police will know how to deal with this, if they come at all?” Jon can’t keep the derision from his tone. “We need to see if it is really in there, then we can—can subdue it. We’ll see what to do from there.”

They stand there in silence for a few moments.

Then Martin squares his shoulders, grumbling something to himself that Jon can only catch the end of, “…ve with you.” before exhaling gustily.

“Right. If you can grab the door, I’ll, I’ll try and, and get it, y’know? Hopefully some of this,” An illustrative waggle of the fire extinguisher, “Will make it think twice before it, um. Eats my face, or anything.”

Jon frowns, a lingering sense of responsibility rearing it’s head. “Or I could—“

“No offense, Jon, but I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to do more with the extinguisher than you will with my stapler.” Seeing him scowl, Martin hastens to add. “I mean, it’s already seen you, right? It’ll be expecting you, but I might take it by surprise, a bit. Give us an opening.”

It’s a…logical idea. A reasonable one. Still, there’s a large part of Jon that very viscerally dislikes it.

It must be distrust of Martin’s motives. Who would willingly put themselves in danger like this? Not anyone sensible or who knew something about the situation Jon didn’t. It might be a double bluff. A manipulation. A lie.

He huffs. “Well. If you’re certain. I’ll hold the door.”

Martin nods, a slightly strained smile on his face.

It takes them a few moments to properly coordinate themselves, but after what feels like both too much time and yet not enough, they’re in position.

“Ready?” Jon asks quietly.

Martin nods, fire extinguisher braced in front of him.

“Okay.” Jon’s tongue darts out to wet his lips involuntarily, a bead of sweat trickling down his brow. “Okay. One, two, three!”

He heaves open the door to Document Storage, prepared to slam it shut at a moment’s notice.

Martin moves forwards, fire extinguisher raised—!

And he stops.

Through the small window in the Document Storage door, Jon can see his face is frozen in shock.

“Uh, J-Jon?” He says, lowering the fire extinguisher. “You’re, er. You probably want to see this.”

Jon straightens, and cautiously pokes his head around the door, mind dancing with visions of Martin stepping aside and letting the creature maul him—

He freezes in place, staring.

Well. He now knows where the moved furniture went.

It’s been…assembled into a barricade that puts Jon’s own to shame, filing cabinets and bookcases laid down and piled on top of and propped against each other, boxes of statements and lone yellow folders and the occasional plastic binder wedged in between, until the result is a veritable wall made of the contents of Document Storage.

With a single hole in the center, barely larger than the window on the door.

Constructed there, Jon realizes as he edges closer to get a better look, to make an observer think there was nothing amiss, nothing in Document Storage in the fi—!

BOO!!

The Watcher jumps and yells and retreats! Again!!

Yeah, see how you like being snuck up on you, you, oh there’s a bigger one, what’s that red thi—Whu-oh!

It doesn’t know what the white stuff is, but it skips backwards out of range of whatever the red thing is spitting, just in case.

It looks a bit like the Fog it’s seen before, that makes you feel small and useless and purposeless and like everything would be better if you weren’t.

This is…louder.

It smells bad too.

It waits until the red thing starts choking and coughing and stops spitting the white stuff.

It creeps forward and pokes the place on the floor that had the most of the attack.

It’s…kinda wet now? Also smells nasty.

Maybe that was an attack to make it smell nasty.

…why??

“You missed.”

It looks up at the Watchers.

“Yeah, I kind of got that, Jon!”

The Watchers are staring at it. It waits for them to try to attack again.

“Now who’s taking a tone?”

“Urgh, you are just—! Why’s it staring at us?! What does it want?”

It’s sorta funny how the Watchers are still watching it while talking out the corners of their mouths to each other.

“If I knew that, Martin, I’d have hardly left it alone to do some, some impromptu DIY on Document Storage, now would I?!”

Oh! Oh, it almost forgot! The smelly attack distracted it—where is that—aha!

The monster darts out of sight again, limbs snapping into motion in a way that just…doesn’t look right.

Almost like something out of an old Wallace and Gromit film, jerky and odd and liable to produce nightmares.

Jon does not try to get closer to peer at what it’s doing—fool him once but never twice—but he can’t help flinching back when it thunks something down into the window space it’s created.

There, on the front of what’s undoubtably a very important statement folder are two letters written in thick, dark pen:

Jon gapes at the missive, then at the thing holding it up.

Whatever this thing is steps far enough away from the hole that Jon’s able to see all of it and begins doing a little dance, low kicks and weaving steps while it waves the folder around, always making sure it’s mockery is perfectly visible.

“Martin.”

His assistant startles. “Huh-what?”

“Spray it again.” Jon orders.

“What? Wait, what?!” Martin splutters. “Why?!”

“It deserves it.” He seethes.

Martin pulls the fire extinguisher out of Jon’s reach, cruelly. “I-it’s empty! For God’s sakes Jon, there’s nothing in it!”

Jon settles for glaring at the monster, whose dance seems to have somehow grown more smug.

“But I don’t understand,” Martin says, frowning. “There was just—just a few boxes and a chair out here. It could have left at any time if it just, just shoved hard enough. If it has the strength to, why did it build… well, why did it build all this?“

“I don’t,” Jon struggles to come up with an explanation for this, his sleep deprived brain blurting out, “I may have yelled that the door was blocked, but that was. I was lying. I can’t imagine that it would really take my word for it anyway.”

Martin lets out a small noise of consideration.

Whatever it is has stopped dancing, at least.

It’s staring into space, lips pressed together in a thin line.

Jon has no idea what monstrous and horrifying thoughts are going through it’s head, but he’s fairly certain that they involve some form of awful, gruesome revenge upon him specifically.

Well.

Now it feels dumb.

Now it feels really dumb.

In its defense, how could it have known the Watcher lied? It didn’t sound like it was lying. Just the opposite. Something in its voice made it think that everything it said was the truth.

Maybe that’s the Watcher’s power? Making everything it says true? Or making you think whatever it says is true?

That’s...that’s really scary.

Really, really scary.

Maybe if it hides again, the Watchers will eventually forget about it?

Slowly…sneakily…

Jon watches, stupefied as whatever it is slowly crouches down, hooking its arms behind its knees.

It then waddles with alarming speed towards the mass of cabinets.

He can’t help the small shriek that escapes him, expecting it to come bursting out the other side—

But nothing.

He and Martin relax slightly in tandem.

“Jon?” Elias’ voice comes from behind them. “Ah, there you are. I received a message that sounded rather urgent, is everything… What in the world happened to Document Storage?”

“Elias,” Jon tries to turn to greet his boss, belatedly realizing that his grip on Martin’s shoulders and Martin’s arm around his waist is preventing him from doing so.

He squirms until he’s freed, then clears his throat to try and maintain some veneer of professionalism. “I was assaulted by something that had made its way into Document Storage earlier. I managed to barricade it in, but when Martin and I came to see if we could subdue it…well.”

Elias’ eyebrows have gradually risen over the course of his explanation, somehow in one of his usual suits if lacking his usual tie and cuff links at this time of night. “Gracious. Is it some form of animal? I suppose calling the RSPCA shouldn’t be impossible at this time of night…”

“Act, actually, it looks more. More human? But, um.” Martin pipes up, “Not. Like, like Jane Prentiss was.”

Elias very clearly eyes Martin’s Donal Duck pajama bottoms.

“Well. Granted that these are exceptional circumstances, Martin, I assume I won’t need to remind you about work appropriate attire?”

Martin’s face colors as he looks down at himself, shuffling. “No, Mr. Bouchard.”

Jon feels a surge of irritation that they’re going off down an irrelevant tangent. “Regardless, thanks to its efforts, it seems to have barricaded itself in Document Storage for the time being.”

“And it’s made no demands?” Elias asks. “No attempts to communicate?”

Jon grits his teeth at the memory. “Aside from a particularly childish attempt at provocation, no.”

He doesn’t appreciate the little snort Martin gives at that.

“Hm.” Elias muses, craning his head as if to try and see it through the hole. “I wonder if it came from the tunnels. I did notice the trapdoor open when I came looking for you. If so, that would probably require more…specialist removal.”

It feels like an ice cube has slid down Jon’s spine, waking up his steadily drifting brain.

It came from the tunnels. The tunnels where Gertrude’s body was left to rot. It could have had a hand in her abduction, in her demise, and even if not…

If not?

“Still,” Elias claps his hands together, bringing him back to the present. “It would probably be best to tackle this issue in the light of day, where we can properly discuss which authorities to contact to remove this pest infestation.”

“Are, are you sure?” Martin asks, wringing his hands. “What if it escapes?”

Elias closes the door to Document Storage. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind giving me a hand Martin, we can set up a blockade of our own that should hold so we can all go home and get some sleep.”

Lack of sleep must be catching up to Jon, because it takes him an embarrassingly long while of watching Martin lift several boxes and the side table from the break room in front of the door with minimal help from Elias and himself, before what his boss had said really clicks in his head. “Go home? But—”

“While your dedication to overtime does you credit, Jon, I feel it would be remiss of me to allow either you or Martin to remain alone in a building with a, ah. Hostile element.” Elias claps him on the shoulder with a weary smile. “The tube may not be running, but there is at least the night bus service—I’m sure you’ll be glad to get back to your own bed, eh?”

Jon looks down at his shoeless feet. Thinks about trying to walk across the wet, cold pavement between here and the bus station, about his socks picking up all the filthy, sticky things on the floor of the vehicle.

He just about wants to squirm out of his skin.

“We could share a cab?” Martin offers.

Jon really does not like the idea of Martin knowing his address, where he’ll be alone and vulnerable.

Still, he’ll need to know Martin’s if he’s to conduct his investigations any more throughly…

“Yes.” Jon rubs the bridge of his nose. “That. That will do. Thank you, Martin.”

It has made itself a good hiding place in it’s metal defense, a little hole that’s hard for anything big to get to where it can stash its backpack and curl up in a bigger box it found with a blanket over its shoulders.

It thinks it’s worked out why people in the movies and in books do this. With the blanket over it, it feels hidden and warm, unlike when it usually sleeps in boxes outside.

It wonders if it should take the blanket with it when it escapes this place. Maybe, if it could somehow get it into its backpack—

Now what do we have here? You’re a long way from the Circus, aren’t you?

The Voice startles it, has it rocketing as upright as it can and looking about wildly, to see where it’s coming from, the itch of being Watched back despite the blanket.

But it didn’t hear the Voice, not like it can hear the two Watchers outside, talking with—

Ah, ah, ah. I don’t appreciate interruptions when instructing my staff so unless you’d like this to go very badly for you, stay still and quiet.

It clutches at its head, at its ears, as if that can block out the Voice, the Watching.

An errant performer, lost and alone, hm? I wonder, would it be worth more to have you as a hostage? Or earn a favor from Orsinov and her ilk by returning you from whence you came?

No, no, please, not that, anything but that.

Oh. That’s interesting.

There’s a moment of silence. It dares to hope the Voice has decided to go away.

Alright, little performer. How about a deal?

While you remain within the walls of the Archives, you may consider yourself under the protection of the Beholding.

But you must do your part. Pull your weight, unless you wish to be returned to Orsinov.

It spasms under the weight of the Gaze, unable to scream despite how it desperately wants to.

You will supply the Archivist with Statements. Every incident, every encounter, every secret, no matter how petty or negligible. You will do so until you are Known in your entirety. Then, if you are able, you may be allowed to leave.

Are we clear?

Yes, yes, please, everything, anything if it means no Circus, can’t go back, don’t want to die, PLEASE.

Excellent. I look forward to seeing how you will advance our knowledge.

Mind you speak nothing of this to the Archivist yet, won’t you? We don’t want to ruin the surprise before it’s time, after all. You are Seen, little performer. You are Watched.

It pants, exhausted, as the Voice finally, finally leaves.

Well. That was.

Not nice.

Not nice at all.

It pulls the blanket around itself and huddles deeper in its box, trying to get the trembling to stop.

Still, it tells itself. Maybe it won’t be so bad. It can’t leave now, but the Voice said that the Circus won’t get it either. That the Watchers will stop them. Even when it was free, it couldn’t do that.

It just has to give whatever a “statement” is and the Watchers will leave it alone. The Archivist, whatever that is, won’t even eat it!

Probably!

How bad can it be?

#the magnus archives #tma #tma au #ten degrees of strange (but i’m trying to change)#jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #elias bouchard #fear avatar oc #the stranger #the beholding #jonmartin #more misunderstanding shenanigans #this time feat Martin!#and Elias #but no one is happy he’s here

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dankusner · 11 days

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Sheridan Nolen — TX DPS Press Secretary

Texas Department of Public Safety (DPS) spokesperson emailed the Observer a statement Thursday acknowledging that DPS had arrested a journalist and saying the case had been turned over to DPS’ Criminal Investigations Division.

The spokesperson, Press Secretary Sheridan Nolen, also said the journalist was “seen hitting a DPS Trooper in front of him with his camera”—while the journalist has said he was pushed and did not hit an officer.

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nolenxrodriguez · 2 months

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[ NOLEN RODRIGUEZ ]! Who is known as [ NOLEN ] and was recently seen leaving their home in [ BEACH FRONT ]. he/she/they is/are currently [ 46 ] years old. he/she/they resemble/s [ PEDRO PASCAL] and is a/an [ BUSINESS OWNER ] at [ THIS IS ME POTTERY ]. They’re best known for [ adopted as a child and moved to the States when he was 4 ] and also, [ bought his business with his partner ]. What is really important to know about them is that [ did not come out till later in life once he moved away from home. ].

Nolen born under the name Jose was born in Santiago, Chile, and left at a child's shelter by his mother at a few days old. Everything is unknown about his mother and birth family. He took a few years to find his family and at the age of 4 years old, he got adopted. He moved to Oregon and into a nice but large family. The family already had four kids of their own and adopted 4 others while Nolen was growing up. He did have a good life, he was a happy kid. Able to take lessons and play any sport he wanted.

But he was raised in a very religious home and that was pushed on him at a young age. That he did not mind it as it was the only thing he ever knew as he got older. Going to church every week and being apart of the church during every holiday and event his family could be. He learned to love and care about art and colors. Soon learning to love to sculpt and make pottery. He did it always for fun, his parents saying it wasn't anything he could do in the future. School wasn't hard for Nolan he enjoyed it and was an average student.

Dating was a weird thing for Nolan doing what he saw his friends do, what his family did and members of the church did. Dating in middle school only a few weeks at a time and breaking up never being that serious. High school came and he started to notice and feel more things that weren't the normal he was used to. He did date a girl for two years, and went to even school dances and church events, but broke up when Nolan didn't want to act more serous. He was single for a year till his parents set him up with a family friend's daughter. She was nice and they did get along very well. He was doing the best to make it work but he ended up breaking down to her his true feelings. That she said she would hide, and they could pretend till college when they would break up.

Nolan went to college at Oregon State and did majored in business and had a minor in art. He loved college and was far enough from his family that he didn't need to fully hide himself but he still did. He went out with men in the city and had a good time but never was that serious. Once college was done he packed up all of his stuff and drove away.

He drove till he found Nashville a place he always wanted to go and found a job managing a local art business. He had fun with it, and started to be out more and was happy. Dating and hooking up with men. He dated one for a year before he fully fell for who became his husband. He was out at a bar in Nashville when his drinking/dancing caused him to fall right onto the lap of ____ they laughed it off became friends and started dating soon after. Nolan was around twenty-six at the time they met. They dated for two years before ___ said he wanted to move and they packed up and moved to South Carolina.

It was a place that ____ had family and loved to visit so he thought it was a good place to settle down. They brought their first home while Norlan was working and had their own job to start and save for their future. But one night during a storm Nolan and ___ got into a serious car crash while traveling with ___ mother and sister. His mother ended up dying and it broke ___ heart as he loved his mother. For a while, ____ did blame Nolan for the death since he was driving and crashed but it was only at the fault of the rain storm. They ended up breaking up for a few months. It was almost 8 months when ___ ended up knocking on Nolan's door drunk, but they made up.

A few months later Nolan knew how his heart was and he proposed. to ____. It didn't take long for them to get married and were happy. Soon after they got married they opened their paint-your-own pottery business which is very friendly to all ages, and genders and open to anyone. They love their place and are excited to host shows, drag events, and art classes.

Quick facts:

Never fully came out to his family, he knew his parents and other family would accept him after. But also not hiding their family just rather not talk about it.

Their high school girlfriend who was his "beard" is still one his dearest friends and is like his sister to him.

He loves art and really enjoys painting and sculpting but enjoys teaching at his art studio the most.

Close to most of his siblings but some to tend to lean on their parents and follow after them still.

Wants to go to Chile someday but always had been to scared to go.

Husband info:

REQUESTED: Age around 42-55 years old, FC open but would like oscar isaac or anyone around the same age area. Last name is UTP to have he same as Nolan or to - their last names.

Husband is mostly open and history with Nolan is up to change to add or take away ideas/stories. We can add and grow on the history of them so we both can enjoy the story.

#about me x #bio x

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kult-of-tol-in-gaurhoth · 1 year

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THE FIRST PERSON TO PLAY BLUES ON AN ELECTRIC GUITAR -- THE FIRST GUITAR HERO IN THE HISTORY OF RECORDED MUSIC.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on Aaron Thibeaux "T-Bone" Walker (1910 – 1975) American blues musician, pioneer and innovator of the jump blues, West Coast blues, and electric blues sounds. Artwork by William Stout for his "Legends of the Blues" portraits series.

LEGACY & OVERVIEW: ""How significant was T-Bone Walker to the evolution of the blues?" he repeats the question. “Well,” he says after a long pause. “You look back at everyone who’s ever stood in front of a band playing the guitar and it all traces back to one man. T-Bone Walker was the first person to ever play blues on an electric guitar: How significant is that?”

But Vaughan knows Walker’s contributions go deeper than having access to new technology. Leaving it at that is like lauding a brilliant author for being the first to write a book using a word processor.

“T-Bone created a whole new language for the guitar,” says Vaughan, whose concise leads and impeccable sense of swing and rhythm show that his guitar speaks T-Bone fluently. He reaches for his 1951 Gibson hollow-body electric on the couch in his manager’s office on South Lamar; axe in hands he seems more comfortable talking about Walker, whose work in the 1940s was as major a musical influence as Texas has produced. Vaughan starts playing riffs you’ve heard on records by the Rolling Stones, Chuck Berry, Eric Clapton and Vaughan’s former Fabulous Thunderbirds and the conversation comes alive.

"You’ve heard this one a hundred times before,” he says, playing the driving intro to “The Crawl,” a T-Bird mainstay. “That’s a T-Bone lick. Here’s another,” he says, strumming the harmonic chords that open Walker’s most enduring composition, “Call It Stormy Monday.” Vaughan then hits a note and sustains it with a finger wiggle a la B.B. King, performs a jazz-billy run like the ones Scotty Moore used to play with Elvis Presley, executes the bent-note double stops identified with Chuck Berry, then apes the choppy rhythms of nascent funk guitarist Jimmy Nolen of James Brown’s band. These licks all started with Walker, who was born in Linden and raised in Dallas. The electric guitar has been the defining instrument of the past 50 years and T-Bone Walker was the first guitar hero.

“You know how everyone was blown away when they first heard Jimi Hendrix?” Vaughan asks. “Well, imagine what it must’ve been like to hear T-Bone for the first time, when those riffs were brand new.” Hendrix had contemporaries who were doing amazing things — Clapton, Jeff Beck, Link Wray, Buddy Guy — but T-Bone was on an island. He was the template for so many great guitarists who would follow. In Texas, a Mecca of electric blues guitarists, you had Rockdale’s Pee Wee Crayton, Orange’s Gatemouth Brown, Beaumont’s Johnny Winter. Dallas gave us Freddie King and the Vaughan brothers and Houston could boast Albert Collins, Johnny “Guitar” Watson, Johnny Copeland and Billy Gibbons, all carrying T-Bone’s torch."

-- MICHAEL CORCORAN, "T-Bone Walker and the Language of Electric Blues," c. April 2020 (Texas Music History)

Sources: www.michaelcorcoran.net/t-bone-walker-and-the-language-of-electric-blues and www.budsartbooks.com/product/more-legends-of-the-blues-card-set-by-william-stout.

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beardedmrbean · 2 years

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Michigan Rep. Jewell Jones, D-Inkster, pleaded guilty Wednesday morning in a drunken driving case that has involved a nearly year-long court battle.

Jones pleaded guilty in Livingston County court to two counts of resisting and obstructing a police officer, operating while intoxicated, and possession of a weapon under the influence of alcohol.

He also pleaded guilty to added counts of reckless driving and attempted escape while awaiting trial for a misdemeanor.

"A handcuff key was found on my person when I was processed and placed in Livingston County Jail," Jones admitted in court.

In exchange for the plea, prosecutors agreed to dismiss two counts of resisting and obstructing a police officer, operating a motor vehicle with a high blood alcohol content, bringing a weapon into a jail, and escape waiting trial for a felony.

He must write apology letters to Michigan State Police troopers James Gilmer and Kenneth Harden, Livingston County Assistant Prosecuting Attorney Christina Richards said. Jones' attorney Byron Nolen had asked the court to allow access to personnel records for Gilmer and Harden earlier this month. Livingston County Circuit Court Judge Michael Hatty denied the request.

Prosecutors also agreed to recommend Holmes Youthful Trainee Act status for the two counts of resisting and obstructing a police officer and possession of a weapon under the influence of alcohol because the initial incident took place before Jones turned 26.

Under HYTA, charged are removed from the court record after an individual successfully completes of the terms of sentencing

Charges filed under the motor vehicle code and those stemming from incidents after Jones turned 26 are not eligible.

He is scheduled to appear in front of Hatty for sentencing on March 17.

Jones will be subject to a minimum of two year reporting probation, according to the plea agreement. He could still face up to two years in jail as there is no sentencing agreement related to jail time.

"There is a two-year minimum for probation, but that does not limit me on any potential jail sentence," Hatty said. "Any jail, if at all will be up to the court."

Arrest

Jones was arrested after troopers were called to westbound Interstate-96 near Fowlerville Road April 6, 2021, in response to reports of a vehicle that had been driving recklessly, according to police reports. There, police encountered Jones and a woman in a vehicle.

In dashcam video played in court in 2021, officers can be seen grappling with Jones during the traffic stop. Jones can be heard in the video saying he wants to give police his ID, although he previously refused multiple times.

He also referred to one of the troopers as the N-word and used other expletives.

Police used a shock device twice, and pepper spray, before Jones complied with officers' request for his left arm so they could handcuff him. Jones was handcuffed and placed into a Livingston County Sheriff's Office vehicle.

Jones had a blood alcohol content of at least 0.17%, according to the police complaint, more than twice the 0.08% limit at which a person can be convicted of drunken driving.

Jones was jailed in September after violating his bond conditions for a third time. Then, while being processed into the jail, Livingston County Jail staff said they discovered a handcuff key taped to the bottom of this foot, which resulted in additional charges.

#nunyas news #he should have gotten more #dude thought he was above the law #and mad no secret of that

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Irreverent Drabbles: Perils of Realization

Title: Irreverent Drabbles: Perils of Realization Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: G Words: 6078

A/N: This takes place chronologically between chapters 28 and 29.

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You went on a date.

You realized that you were in love with Hotch, and your first instinct was to go on a date with someone else.

In all respects, it was a relatively good decision. Hotch was your boss and despite the close relationship you enjoyed with him, any romantic relationship between the two of you was impossible.

Miles Burton was a Senior White House Advisor whom you'd run into during your social obligations as a member of the Women in Service organization who had persistently flirted with you at the Griffiths fundraiser and had made it a point to say hello at the following two events you'd both been in attendance for.

Once you'd come to the fairly life-ruining conclusion that you were head-over-heels in love with Aaron Hotchner, you made sure to actually flirt back the next time you saw Miles Burton. That was how you found yourself on the date that had you questioning ever having harbored an attraction to men - dinner and drinks accompanied by a rendition of the 101 Life Accomplishments of Miles T. Burton.

This was hell.

After dinner, Miles had insisted on driving you home, and you cursed yourself for having taken a cab to dinner in order to avoid the lack of parking options in downtown. For some reason, he'd gotten it into his head that paying for dinner entitled him to having your mouth wrapped around his cock while he was parked in the street overlooking your house. You'd extracted yourself from the situation with as much contained outrage and dignity as you could muster, and having closed the front door, you find yourself leaning against it with only one thought in your head – Aaron Hotchner would never.

*------------*

"Rough night?"

You look over at Derek as he peers at you over his coffee mug, his eyes filling with amusement, no doubt having already taken in your slightly puffy face and the extra large cup of coffee you're carrying. After Miles had driven away - you'd watched from your window just in case - you'd needed a drink, which had turned into two drinks and ultimately falling asleep on the couch. You'd woken up late and having rushed out of the house - sans makeup - had arrived at work just in time. Hotch may no longer be upset at you being five minutes late, but he's still entirely stringent about punctuality and you hate to disappoint him.

"Bad date," you respond, dropping into your chair and whipping out the little compact and concealer from your bag so that no one else sees you looking like this.

Emily perks up at that, walking over to perch herself on your desk, the beginnings of a grin already forming on her face. "You finally went out with Burton?"

You look up at her, slightly shaking your head in disapproval at her glee. She'd warned you against him. Something about bad vibes, but since it hadn't been anything concrete, you'd impulsively gone against it. You should've known better. Emily's gut, when it came to men, was impeccably accurate.

Pursing your lips, you make sure your face no longer bears the telltale marks of having fallen asleep, drunk on your couch, before you look up at her and Derek once more. "He tried to Lewinsky me," you tell them ruefully, a scowl making its way onto your face as Emily unsuccessfully stifles a snort.

Derek's eyebrows rise in question. "It's fine, I'm okay," you assure him, before looking back at Emily. "You were right. He's an arrogant creep."

"I'm sorry," she tells you, scooching up further onto your desk and swiping up your coffee before you could stop her. "Everyday I continue to be attracted to men feels like a waste."

"Tell me about it," you mutter, careful to not allow your eyes to slip up to the landing where his office was.

"Oh come on, we're not all bad."

Both you and Emily turn to Derek with looks that say exactly what you think about that particular statement.

"Geez, tough crowd." He raises his hands in surrender, turning away from you both and back to his screen, no doubt to message Pen and fill her in on everything.

"I'd make a good lesbian."

You look up at Emily, who has a contemplative look on her face as she continues to take sips of your coffee. Your coffee. Your hot, perfectly sweetened and foamy latte.

"You would," you agree with her, reaching out for the cup, which she thankfully hands to you, before her eyes flit up to the landing. You turn and follow her gaze, eyes coming to rest on Hotch.

He's wearing the navy blue suit with the nice red patterned Gucci tie that you'd helped Jack pick out for him on Father's day. He has a folder on his hand and his brow is already furrowed, straining under the weight of the world far too early in the morning. His eyes move from the papers in his hand to all of you looking up at him, muscles tensed and breath held tight.

"Briefing. Now."

It takes only two words from him to get you all scrambling from your desks and rushing upstairs, his tone telling you everything you needed to know.

It was going to be a bad one.

*------------*

Five girls missing, three bodies found. Based on the pattern, it's already a foregone conclusion that the fourth girl was also dead. Not that you'd tell her parents that. Not until there was a body. All of your efforts were concentrated on girl number five.

You've felt the eyes of the entire team on you ever since the third body was found and Caroline Geller, lucky contestant number five, had been taken from the parking lot of a grocery store after work. All five girls were around the same age, pretty, low-risk, and had no connection to the unsub that you'd been able to work out.

You look up from the notes you'd taken while talking to Caroline's friends from work to see Hotch looking at you. When your eyes meet his, he's quick to look away, turning back towards the screen in front of him. You know why they're all concerned. While all of the girls are roughly the same age as you, Caroline Geller looked like you. Same hair color, similar features, comparable build – at first glance one might mistake her for you.

She taught ballet at the local dance school, volunteered at the soup kitchen every week, and had recently gotten engaged to her fiancé, a beautiful and heartbroken man who had planted himself on a bench outside the precinct and refused to leave his post.

You'd been at their home, combed through their life, seen the wedding invitation pinned to the refrigerator, held her pointe shoes in your hands as you looked around at everything left behind.

Your eyes stay fixed on Hotch's back as he continues to assess the screen of suspects and look at the evidence board, as though willing something to fall into place. He seems more affected by this case, this girl's disappearance, more than any other in recent memory. There's this childish, naïve part of you that's hoping against hope that it has something to do with you. Because she reminds him of you. More likely, it's the fact that he's had to walk past her fiancé, every time he's left the precinct. Hotch had been the one to speak with him, and the poor man had broken down into tears right in front of his eyes. It was enough to affect even the coldest of hearts and Hotch hardly fit the bill of a cold-hearted man, despite any misconceptions made based on his reticent exterior. Aaron Hotchner was one of the kindest and most sincere people you've ever met – devout father, responsible team leader. His very aura commanded the sort of respect reserved for those men, the kind of men everyone looked up to and knew they'd never be.

Somehow, he's permeated your entire life without you realizing it. Ever since the two of you had made up, it felt like things were back to normal, even more than before he'd left. You had dinner with them as often as possible. Both him and Jack slept over at least once a week when there wasn't a case going on. The sight of Hotch in pajamas, disappearing into your guest bedroom was becoming a familiar one. It's beyond normal coworkers, beyond a normal friendship – you can finally admit that to yourself.

How it had happened though - how the two of you had allowed it to happen - still remained a mystery. It had been innocuous enough in the beginning. Accompanying Jack and Hotch to the Zoo or the Smithsonian. Relieving Jess when Hotch couldn't get away and she had to go home to her own family. Keeping him company late nights at the office because you hated seeing him be the last one there.

You can feel a lump rise in your throat as your eyes stay on his frame, watching as he points out an additional factor for Reid to consider in his geographic profile. You didn't deserve him. You didn't deserve someone like him, even if he were to give you the time of day.

You've already thought through how it would go if you were to tell him. Blocked out what you'd say and how'd respond. The initial shock of your revelation would catch him off-guard. He'd falter ever so slightly. It would be quickly followed by a professional and kindhearted rejection. You were his subordinate. You were too young. He's sorry if he did or said anything that might have led you on. Of course, he understands if you need some time and space to gather yourself and make your peace with the matter. Of course you'd still see Jack, he'd never deny you his son again. And he wouldn't. He'd stay true to his word.

But you'd never be the same again. You'd never be able to look at him again and feel anything but the sting of that rejection. The confirmation – you weren't good enough. It didn't matter that you'd changed everything. It didn't matter that you'd tried and tried to atone. You weren't good enough. You never would be. Not for that. Not for him. Slowly, you'd start to withdraw. You wouldn't be able to help yourself. It would hurt too much, just being near him. Without meaning to, you'd lose him.

*------------*

Samuel Nolen, age 45, a landscaper who'd worked jobs around each of the women's workplaces in the weeks leading up to their disappearance. He'd been the only common link Garcia had been able to pinpoint and he fit the profile exactly. Older white male, non-threatening demeanor, rotating job that gave him the freedom to watch his victims uninterrupted. Grew up with a single father, mother left the family when he was nine years old and was never heard from again. Garcia had found out that she'd moved out to Vegas and had a relatively successful career as a cabaret dancer.

He was sat in the interrogation room with both Rossi and Reid talking to him while the rest of you watched from the other side. There was something almost gentle about how he held himself, how he shied away from Rossi and leaned more towards Reid, whom he perceived as non-threatening. The guess was that he'd lured in his victims under the guise of needing help, and based on the man in front of you, you could see how some women might fall for it. He seemed nice. If there's one thing this job has taught you, it's that men don't ask for help from women. If a man is asking you for help, run.

Neither Rossi nor Reid were having much success with him. You could all see the twitch in his fingers as they curled around something imaginary. All of the victims had died via strangulation. The hope was that you'd captured him before he'd managed to get back to Caroline and subject her to the same fate.

Derek and JJ had been the ones to pick him up, and as Derek had marched him past you, through the precinct, Samuel's eyes had caught yours and they'd lingered, sending a chill racing down your spine. He might be able to fake it long enough to lure those women to their deaths, but there was no hiding that look in his eyes. The look of a predator.

"I want to talk to the female agent. I'll only talk to her."

It was the first thing he'd said since the interrogation had started half an hour ago. You feel yourself tense, the eyes of the rest of the team on you immediately. None of you needed to ask which agent. From the corner of your eye you look at Hotch beside you. He isn't looking at you, still glaring at the unsub through the mirror, but you can see that his jaw is set tightly.

When Rossi and Reid exit, Rossi immediately looks to you before his eyes go over you and to Hotch. You don't have to turn to see that they're engaged in a wordless debate about the right next move.

You can't help but think of that lovely empty house. The despondent man still seated outside. Those satin shoes that had just been broken in. They deserved to be worn.

"Hotch," you turn to face him, making up your mind as you do. You're going in. You're going to get answers.

He's already looking at you and you can tell that he doesn't like it at all. His forehead is already wrinkled and you can literally see the dissent on his mouth. He's incredibly protective of the team and everyone knows that you're being asked for because you look most like the victim. His ritual has been interrupted and he's going to be eager to resume it. With you as proxy.

"I have to go in," you tell him, before he can say anything to dissuade you from the notion. There was no point in waiting. Every second you waited, your chances of finding Caroline worsened.

His eyes bore into you, silently speaking his every concern into existence. You didn't have to do this, there was always another way. You look so much like her. You look too much like her. If you go in there, he won't see you. He'll see her.

It is a tense minute as you and Hotch look at one another. He's giving you the chance to back out despite knowing that's the last thing you'd do. Finally, a nod comes from him.

"We still have the personal effects that were found in her car?" You're already walking out to the main office as you direct your question to Emily, who is quick to follow you. She guides you to a box of items, among which there's some pieces of clothing. Grabbing the box, you go back to the office overlooking the interrogation room. If he was going to think you were Caroline, then you'd play into it.

Quickly, you shuffle through the clothing in front of you, selecting a well-worn seeming crewneck with her alma mater on it. Slipping your blazer off, you pull the sweater over your head, adjusting so it hung off of you in a manner reminiscent of how Caroline wore it in the photos you'd seen. You shuck off your heels as well, finding a pair of low flats in the box, which you don instead.

Behind you, you can feel the eyes of the team on you as you slowly transform yourself. For the final touch, you take your hair out of your usually prim updo and let it down. Your hair was a little bit longer than Caroline's, but, as you part it down the left side just as she did, you figure it was close enough.

Turning finally to face the unsub, you take your first breath as Caroline Geller.

*------------*

Aaron watches, fists bunched tightly together, thumb itching to move, to do something that would accomplish something larger simply watching and waiting.

They all knew what you were doing - playing up the similarities between yourself and the victim to draw out whatever it was about these women that played to the unsub's compulsions. Prey on his weaknesses just as he'd preyed on them. It was a good tactic – one he could feel forming in your head as you'd searched through the evidence box in search of props for your scene.

You're good in the field, there's no doubt about it. But here, in the interrogation room, that's where you really shine. It was one of the hardest taught skills and it was the one that you had outperformed in beyond imagination from the very start. Your methods unpredictable and out of the box, but highly effective. Out of them all, you were always the best at getting inside the heads of the unsubs and finding that one little thing that made them break.

He's seen it before countless times now, been witness to each spoken word, well placed emphasis, timely pause. The interrogation room was a stage and you were always the star.

It had been the topic of some conversation between himself and Rossi – how you'd managed to convince some of the toughest unsubs to crack under the pressure of your presence. Aaron, personally, chalked it up to your childhood and upbringing. When your entire life was a performance, you know how to play your role.

Now, as he watches you, he sees how you've managed to mimic the mannerisms of Caroline Geller from the home videos you'd seen of her – the slight tilt of the head, the fiddling with the ends of your hair. Your voice has shifted as well, a slightly higher and happier pitch, more like what one might expect of a dance teacher with students in primary school. You've done your homework on this one, that one is easily clear. However, it's the slight pause you have as the Unsub addresses you as Caroline, the nearly imperceptible tension in your shoulders as the Unsub mocks Caroline's desolate fiancé whom Aaron hadn't the heart to look at. This one had gotten to you, and you wouldn't be able to deny it. Not to him.

At long last, you get what you're searching for. The docks by the east river.

The answer came at a price – twenty five long minutes with just you and the Unsub as he poked and prodded at your psyche just as you did to him.

The confirmation from Garcia, of a heat signature at the given location, comes within the minute and Aaron is quick to rap his knuckles against the glass, signaling your curtain call.

*------------*

You can't save them all. That's the one lesson every new agent learns at their own pace.

You can't save them all.

She'd suffocated before you could get to her. You'd been too late.

JJ hadn't let you see Caroline's body, dragging you back and away from the dock containers when Derek had emerged with a somber face, slowly shaking his head.

Your gun feels heavy in your hand, and it is only out of sheer rote habit that you manage to disarm and reholster the weapon. JJ stands with you as the flurry of people begin to process the scene, lit only by the red and blue flashing lights of the police cars.

You'd failed. You'd been too slow to extract the location, too slow to get there. You'd been too damn slow.

You've lost victims before. Everyone has. But you lived in this girl. You'd worn her clothes, her shoes, taken her name. You'd walked like her, changed your voice to mimic hers. It was as though, by pretending to be her, you'd taken in a part of her that now yearned to reunite with the rest of its whole, but it wasn't able to. So now a piece of Caroline Geller rattled inside of you, sobbing and crying out for the rest of itself.

Hotch and Emily finally emerge and you follow JJ to join them as Hotch assigns everyone their roles. One of the policemen interjects and informs him that Caroline's fiancé had insisted on coming along and was now waiting with a deputy by the barricades. You see Hotch nod, his eyes briefly moving towards the direction of the barricade, before refocusing on the team and instructing Reid to assist with the evidence logging.

As everyone starts to disperse, you can feel a lead ball drop into the pit of your stomach, knowing that Hotch now had the task of informing the fiancé that Caroline Geller was dead.

"Hotch," you begin, his name coming out full and heavy, sitting in your mouth like warm air.

He halts at your voice, turning back towards you. He'd already given you your assignment, so he has to be wondering what you could possibly have to say to him.

You look up at him. It's just you, him, and Emily left now, as she waits for you to help her with processing paperwork on the unsub that Hotch had tasked you both with. "I – ," you falter as you meet his eyes, and you can barely see a hint of him behind them. He'd already donned his mask to go face the fiancé.

"I'm sorry," you manage quickly, jaw tight and heart clenching at the awfulness of the job that he now has to do. The job he always has to do.

The only acknowledgement you receive that he had even heard what you said over the din of the police and ambulance sirens, was the barest of wrinkling to his forehead. The ever so slight slippage of the mask during which you thought you might get to catch a glimpse of him, but he catches it far too quickly and keeps it in place. As if it never happened. Not even nodding, he turns away and walks towards the barricade.

It's a miserable few hours for Emily afterwards, you're sure, as you monotonously follow her back to the police station and begin the task of coordinating with the local office to handle the case and subsequent prosecution.

Emily likes to talk while the two of you work together. Rarely ever do the two of you work without talking, however she seems to pick up on your mood fairly well and the two of you quietly go through all of the required processes.

"You know what your problem is?"

You look up at Emily, who had finally broken the silence, her sharp voice cutting through the small storage room that the two of you inhabited, gathering all of the files that would need to be sent off to the local office.

You swallow, bracing yourself for the worst. At your slight nod, she proceeds, her voice a calm fury like you'd never seen before. "Even after everything you've done, after everything you had to go through, you seem to harbor this delusion that you're not supposed to be here."

"What're you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you. Apologizing to Hotch. You think you don't belong here. That you aren't good enough. You think that girl dying today was your fault."

You scoff, shaking your head. "It was my fault," you retort, grabbing the box you'd just finished packing and making your way to the door before you're blocked by Emily, preventing your escape.

"No, it wasn't. The only person responsible for that girl's death is the guy who's going to rot in prison for the rest of his miserable, fucked up life."

You sigh, shuffling your weight from one foot to the other. "If I'd gotten – "

"You can't save everyone," she interrupts, barreling onwards. "We're going to try. We're going to try our best every single time. But we can't save everyone. None of us can. Not you, not me, not even Hotch. But that doesn't make it your fault."

Emily stares down at you, reaching out and grabbing the heavy box out of your hands and setting it down on the floor by your feet. You look away, up at the ceiling, tears pricking at your eyes, causing them to burn. Your chest feels tight and you take a shuddered breath. The lure of wanting to believe her was so very strong, struck against the waves of dissonance it posed in your head.

Emily softens her voice, reaching out towards you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders as she easily pulls you into her chest. "Hotch isn't blaming you. He doesn't think you have anything to be sorry for."

*------------*

The plane ride back was a somber affair, everyone on the team off on their own. Spencer was reading a new book whose title had caught your interest, Rossi was tucked away in a corner with his eyes closed but you're not sure if he's actually asleep. Both Emily and JJ were sitting close together, quietly sharing a bag of Cheetos while JJ worked on her presentation to Henry's class for Career Day and Emily bided the time alternating between reading the trashy romance she'd found left behind in her hotel room and staring out the window. Derek sat across from you with his headphones on, leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. Across the way, you can see Hotch diligently working on his report for the case, the only sound emanating from his faint taps against the keyboard.

Emily's words still play in your head, now competing with that churning voice that you'd had in your head for the past few weeks – you would never be good enough for the likes of Aaron Hotchner. Her words were starting to put some minute cracks in the foundation of that particular statement, and you had no idea what to make of that.

You hear the tapping of the keyboard stop momentarily and watch as Hotch turns up to look at you, your eyes meeting for a long second, before he breaks his gaze, returning back to the screen in front of him. From your seat, you can barely make out a slight crinkling of his forehead as his hands hover above the keyboard, as though faltering in typing out his next words. You have to guess that he's arrived at the part of his statement around the interrogation. You turn away, following Emily's lead and staring out your own window, while unbeknownst to you, his eyes can't help but return to you countless times more.

It felt as though you'd thought of very little besides Hotch, since that day that your mother had visited. She'd left in the wake of one of the few times you'd seen him lose his cool with someone, and having it be done on your behalf, in your defense, had somehow unveiled this entirely ridiculous truth that you'd tried in vain to deny.

You were in love with Aaron Hotchner.

You had no idea what to do with that.

Dating other people hadn't worked out so well.

Trying to simply get over it had been an exercise in vain.

You've run miles in your own head, trying to make sense of it. The question begged itself – why Aaron Hotchner? If you merely wanted a husband and kids, you've no doubt you could have that with anyone you got along with well enough.

Your mind had briefly flitted back to that final date you'd had with Cedric Kensington. It had been highly promising, you'd finally felt it heading in a definite direction and you could see it. You could see yourself being with Cedric, marrying him, having children with him if you were so inclined. Had you not gotten the call from Garcia, informing you that Foyet was back on the grid, who knows what could have happened. Maybe you could've had that with Cedric. Having that perfect life with someone else was not entirely out of the realm of possibility.

You'd thought of John. How it had never been the right time when it came to the two of you. Then finally, when you could conceive being something real with him, you'd faltered. You couldn't go through with it. It hadn't been the right time to choose him. It hadn’t been the right time to choose anyone but yourself.

It had taken you some time but you think you've finally come to the right conclusion of why it was Hotch and no one else – the possibility of losing him was terrifying. Even when the two of you had been on the outs, you hadn't been able to leave, staying anchored to him despite being furious with him. Seeing him had been torture. Not seeing him had been so much worse, and you couldn't bring yourself to endure that again.

Given the absolute fact of the matter – you being in love with Hotch - there were really only two paths forward that you could see. Ignore it and hope it goes away, or tell him and pray you didn't lose him in the process.

The Pro/Con list to that second option had begun, unbidden, the week prior. Your mind going rogue and dreaming up ridiculous and absurd scenarios of you confessing your truth to him.

Pro: You're absolutely, unshakably, madly in love with him.

Con: There's a fairly good chance that he does not and will never reciprocate those feelings.

Pro: Aaron Hotchner was loyal to you. You had always felt he was, but your conversation a few weeks back had cemented that. He would do anything to help you, no matter what.

Con: He's twelve years older than you and has a kid.

Pro: You love his kid.

Con: Between the two of you, your past trauma could be its own wing in the Library of Congress.

Pro: You're both good at getting the other person to talk.

Con: You work together and workplace romances are frowned upon. He was your supervisor, and dating him would no doubt lead to rumors and malicious gossip, which would follow you the rest of your career at the Bureau. It could tarnish you entirely and it could also hurt him.

Con: You would not be alright if the two of you didn't work out. You know that you weren't even together, but the idea of ending things with Hotch, after knowing what it was to have him – that would break you entirely.

Con: He was going to say no, so it was all a moot point.

Towards the end, you'd run out of items for the Pros to balance out each Con, and as of now, the Cons were definitely in the lead.

*------------*

The two of you are once again the last two people in the office. Emily had been the last to leave, leaving her book from the plane on your desk, having already put sticky note bookmarks in all the right spots. She'd winked as she left, encouraging you to skip the rest of the book and skip straight to the good stuff. You had to smile at her attempts to cheer you up. Some friends bought you a drink. Emily Prentiss curated sex scenes that she thought you'd enjoy reading.

You glance up and see that Hotch's door is shut, the orange blush emanating through the glass windows, alluding to the fact that he'd given up on using the overhead lights. They were too bright for him and gave him headaches, so despite the strain on his eyes, he preferred to read by the glow of his desk lamp. With Jack away at sleepaway camp for Cub Scouts for the week, he's unlikely to leave early.

You grab your finished report and head up the stairs to his door, stopping and knocking before hearing his permission to enter. As you open the door, your eyes go immediately to his desk, however he's not seated behind it. Instead, you're greeted by a most unfamiliar sight.

Aaron Hotchner is seated on the brown leather couch in his office, a glass of amber liquid in his hands. You don't think you've ever seen Hotch not working in his office. Sure, he'll take a break here and there when you interrupt, but the image of him outright sitting on the couch, not a report in sight, was entirely foreign to you.

It feels as though you're intruding. Like you’ve stumbled upon something entirely private, because Hotch doesn’t strike you as the kind of guy that makes a habit out of drinking in his office by himself.

You could imagine this was something he did with Rossi on occasion, the two of them sharing a drink after a rough case or catching up and reminiscing about the so-called good old days, before the team had a plane on call.

"You can set that on the desk," he tells you, his voice deeper, made warm by the liquor. He doesn't look up from his glass, eyes fixed on something in the far off distance.

Unsure how to react to the sight in front of you, you quickly make your way across his office, setting your file on top of the already tall stack at the edge of his desk.

Turning around, you quickly walk back towards the door, eager to not bother him any longer than absolutely necessary. When you get to the door, you hesitate, turning back to face him. Before you can stop yourself, you can feel the words tumbling out of you. "Hotch, are you alright?"

He looks up in your direction, his expression entirely unreadable. He nods slowly, and you can see a deep sigh work its way through him, before he finally meets your eyes.

"It was a rough case. Telling the families isn't something I'll ever get used to, I think."

You nod sympathetically. It wasn't fair that it always fell on him.

"I'll be fine, though. Just need to be alone after some of them."

You nod again, not trusting yourself to say much. As you turn to leave, taking his words as your cue, he speaks again.

"You can stay."

You turn back, your head tilting in some confusion as you meet his eyes once more. He looks at you for a second longer, before reaching over to the side table and grabbing a second glass. He pours from the bottle of good scotch that Rossi had given him last Christmas while you watch him.

Proffering the glass in your direction, he beckons you forward. "You're easy to be alone with."

Somehow, in a slight daze, you manage to walk back towards the couch, reaching out and grasping the heavy crystal glass in your hand. He motions for you to join him and you sink into your usual spot, tucking your legs underneath yourself.

His eyes stay on you as you settle in and take a sip of the scotch, feeling it burn your lips, the tip of your tongue, before blooming into a subtle smoky sweetness in your mouth, settling into your stomach like dying embers.

"Are you alright?" he asks, watching you carefully.

You try not to squirm under his inspecting gaze, unable to offer much beyond a shrug. "I will be."

It's quiet for a moment as he continues to look at you and you distract yourself with a stray thread in the cushion stitching.

You hear him clear his throat, shifting slightly on the couch so that his leg bends at the knee as he turns his body to face you, arm stretched out on the back of the couch, fingers grazing the top of your shoulder. "You did everything you could."

You feel that heavy tug in your stomach, unable to look at him, knowing that your face would betray you entirely.

He says your name, soft on his lips, gentle with every part of you. He waits until you look up at him, meeting his brown eyes that held the warmth of an everlasting hearth.

"You did."

You nod slowly, because who were you to disagree with him. Because if Aaron Hotchner said you did everything you could, then maybe it was true.

Not much more is said that night, as the two of you sit side by side.

Pro: You could be alone with Aaron Hotchner.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds reader insert #irreverentseries

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The iconic, beautiful, intelligent Angela Davis...

Who is still alive today!

“Angela Davis is an activist, educator and author. She is the author of eight books and has lectured throughout the United States as well as in Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia, and South America. Davis gained her international reputation in the early 1970s, when she was tried for conspiracy and imprisoned, and later fully acquitted, after being implicated in a shootout in front of a California courthouse. As a member of the Advisory Board of the Prison Activist Resource Center, Davis focused on exposing racism that is endemic to the US prison system, and exploring new ways to de-construct oppression and race hatred.Angela Davis, the daughter of an automobile mechanic and a school teacher, was born in Birmingham, Alabama, on January 26, 1944. The area where the family lived became known as Dynamite Hill because of the large number of African American homes bombed by the Ku Klux Klan. Her mother was a civil rights campaigner and had been active in the NAACP before the organization was outlawed in Birmingham. Davis attended the segregated Carrie A. Tuggle Elementary School, and Parker Annex, a middle-school branch of Parker High School in Birmingham. By her junior year, she had applied to and was accepted at an American Friends Service Committee program that placed black students from the South in integrated schools in the North. She chose Elisabeth Irwin High School in Greenwich Village in New York City. There she was introduced to socialism and communism and was recruited by a Communist youth group, meeting children of some of the leaders of the Communist Party, including her lifelong friend, Bettina Aptheker.Davis was awarded a scholarship to Brandeis University in Waltham, Massachusetts, where she was one of three black students in her freshman class. Feeling alienated by the isolation of the campus, Angela Davis worked part time to earn enough money to travel to France and Switzerland before she went on to attend the eighth World Festival of Youth and Students in Helsinki, Finland. She returned home in 1963 to an FBI interview about her attendance at the Communist-sponsored festival. Angela Davis would go on to study at the Sorbonne in Paris and later the University of Frankfurt finally earning her master's degree from the University of California San Diego campus and her doctorate in philosophy from Humboldt University in East Berlin.In 1969 Angela Davis was known as a radical feminist and activist, a member of the Communist Party, and an associate of the Black Panther Party. She was working as an acting assistant professor in the philosophy department at UCLA. When the Federal Bureau of Investigation informed the California Board of Regents, that Davis was a member of the American Communist Party, they terminated her contract in 1970.Angela Davis became active in the campaign to improve prison conditions. She became particularly interested in the case of George Jackson and W. L. Nolen, two African Americans who had established a chapter of the Black Panthers in California's Soledad Prison. On the 13th of January 1970, Nolan and two other black prisoners were killed by a prison guard. A few days later the Monterey County Grand Jury ruled that the guard had committed "justifiable homicide." When a guard was later found murdered, Jackson and two other prisoners were indicted for his murder. It was claimed that Jackson had sought revenge for the killing of his friend, W. L. Nolan.On August 7, 1970, Superior Court Judge Harold Haley, along with several other hostages, was abducted from his Marin County, California, courtroom by gunpoint and murdered by 17 year old Jonathon Jackson during his effort to free his brother George Jackson. The firearms used in the attack were purchased by Angela Davis, including the shotgun used to kill Haley, which had been purchased only two days prior and sawed-off. Numerous letters written by Angela Davis were found in the prison cell of George Jackson as well. The California warrant issued for Davis charged her as an accomplice to conspiracy, kidnapping, and homicide. On August 18, 1970, Davis became the third woman to appear on the FBI's Ten Most Wanted Fugitives List. Davis became a fugitive and fled California. She evaded the police for more than two months before being captured in New York City. John Abt, general counsel of the Communist Party, was one of the first attorneys to represent Davis for her alleged involvement in the shootings. While being held in the Women's Detention Center there, she was initially segregated from the general population, but with the help of her legal team soon obtained a federal court order to get out of the segregated area. In 1972, she was tried and the jury returned a verdict of not guilty. The mere fact that she owned the guns used in the crime was not sufficient to establish her responsibility for the plot. John Lennon and Yoko Ono, wrote the song "Angela" on their 1972 studio album Some Time In New York City to show their support. and Mick Jagger, of the Rolling Stones, wrote the song "Sweet Black Angel" in her support. The song was released in 1972 on the album Exile on Main Street.In 1979 Davis visited the Soviet Union where she was awarded the Lenin Peace Prize and made a honorary professor at Moscow State University. In 1980 and 1984 Davis was the Communist Party's vice-presidential candidate.

Angela Davis has been an activist and writer promoting women's rights and racial justice while pursuing her career as a philosopher and teacher at the University of Santa Cruz and San Francisco University. She achieved tenure at the University of California at Santa Cruz despite the fact that former Governor Ronald Reagan swore she would never teach again in the University of California system.An author of eight books, a persistent theme of her work has been the range of social problems associated with incarceration and the generalized criminalization of those communities that are most affected by poverty and racial discrimination.Angela Davis is a member of the executive board of the Women of Color Resource Center, a San Francisco Bay Area organization that emphasizes education of and about women who live in conditions of poverty. She also works with Justice Now, which provides legal assistance to women in prison and engages in advocacy for the abolition of imprisonment as the dominant strategy for addressing social problems. Internationally, she is affiliated with Sisters Inside, a similar organization based in Queensland, Australia.” (source)

#blm #blacklivesmatter #blackwomenmatter #black women matter #black activists

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Blood Tribute Ch. 1

Hello everyone! I am new to Tumblr and this is my first story. It will contain mature content and is intended for an adult audience (18+).

Desperate to pay off her university student loans, 23 year old psychiatric technician Olivia Nolen turns to escorting as a means to make extra money. She never imagined the risks she could face would include being marked by the dangerous and provocative vampire Ivan Serrano-Castillo. Thrust into the dark world of vampires, Olivia has no choice but to trust Santiago D'Avila, a vampire, and Atzi, a priestess possessing the only weapon that can ultimately kill Ivan.

Although the air was warm, Olivia couldn’t repress the chill that ran up her spine. Her heart was beating so rapidly that it was difficult to distinguish whether she was having an adrenaline rush or a near panic attack.

‘I shouldn’t be doing this,’ she thought to herself. What would her family think if they knew? Her friends? “Well no one else is going to pay my school loans,” Olivia muttered to herself. At least she didn’t have to resort to stripping. Amused at her own thought, Olivia checked the time on her phone. It was six minutes to eight and suddenly she experienced a surge of nervousness of not knowing what to expect.

Never in her 23 years did she expect she would fall into the world of escorting. Being it her first time, she hoped her client wouldn’t sense her apprehension. ‘What if it’s a creepy old man?’

Olivia drew in a deep breath. Whatever his age was, he was no doubt extremely wealthy. The unknown client offered ten grand for an evening dinner and paid her five grand in advance. He also sent a personal letter through the escorting company with the details of where and when the dinner would be. All he requested was that she wear a formal black dress before signing off as “D’Avila”. Her escorting agent also noted to her that this meeting was strictly a non-sexual one and that greatly relieved Olivia. As bad as it sounded, she was only doing this for money and sex was never going to a part of the deal for her.

Mr. D’Avila, if that was his real last name, certainly had chosen an exquisite location on top of the roof of an exclusive Italian restaurant that overlooked the beautiful beaches of San Diego. As Olivia sat at the single rustic wooden table meant for two people with a bottle of white wine and clean dishes for their dinner, she admired the ocean the hazy orange and pink sunset beyond the balcony.

“It is a magnificent sunset, no?” a male voice spoke from behind her. Olivia tensed up and quickly attempted her calm her suddenly quick, irregular breaths. ‘This is it,’ she told herself. ‘Don’t make a fool of yourself. Calm down’.

As Olivia began to shift herself around to face her date for the evening, she consciously put on a subtle but friendly smile on her face. The man’s voice had sounded smooth and deep with a clear indication of a Spanish accent. ‘He paid ten grand for you, don’t fuck this up.’

Rising up from her chair, Olivia turned to look toward her client and was immediately struck by his substantially attractive appearance. Although slightly stiff, she managed to keep the smile on her face. Mr. D’Avila, who didn’t appear to be over the age 45, was surprisingly fit and well-muscled for his age. His physique was proportionately broad and undoubtedly strong. His stature seemed to tower over her as he closed the distance between them. His eyes were dark brown and intense as he focused on her and it made Olivia feel shy all of a sudden but his gentle, non-threatening smile oddly comforted her. In contrast to his dark eyes, however, his hair was completely silver on his medium-short hair and shorter, but well-manicured, full beard.

“Yes, it certainly is a beautiful sunset,” she answered at last as she relaxed slightly and widened her smile to appear at ease. ‘It’s just business,’ she reminded herself. All she had to do was smile and have a generic conversation for just a few hours. Couldn’t be so hard, right?

“You must be Mr. D’Avila..?” She said his name slowly, unsure if she were pronouncing it correctly.

Her client let out a soft laugh, most likely from the lack of her Spanish accent on her part. Stepping closer, Mr. D’Avila grabbed one of her hands delicately and brought it to his lips. As he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, he held her in his gaze before pulling a red rose where seemed from thin air and brushed it lightly across her lips. All of her worries and anxiety were inexplicably lifted and she felt a sense of tranquil she never felt before.

“Miss Olivia,” Mr. D’Avila murmured to her with a note of danger as he brought the rose up and carefully placing it behind her ear “You look most exquisite this evening.”

Olivia felt him release her hand and lightly trace the outline of her ear as he watched his fingers continue to brush the outline of her jawbone and the side of her neck before resting his hand at the curve of her neck and shoulder. He appeared to genuinely be admiring her as he lowered his eyes from her neck to her breasts and lower before coming up to meet her own eyes. Tonight, she had honored the request to wear a black dress and chose a form-fitting, off-the-shoulder dress that was shorter in the front than the back. To finish her look, Olivia wore simple black heels and small diamond necklace. Her light brown hair fell past her collarbone in loose curls and she involuntarily shivered when Mr. D’Avila gently pulled her hair over her shoulder, bringing her back to reality as his fingers brushed the back of her neck.

The serene moment was abruptly cut short and everything was such a blur for Olivia that her brain could not register what was happening next. Mr. D’Avila’s demeanor changed from charming to menacing and Olivia gasped in pain as the grip on her shoulder became piercing as he crushed her to his solid body with his other arm. Jerking her around, Olivia clutched herself in their embrace before feeling a sharp, unyielding pain deep into her back. ‘This can’t be happening!’ she screamed inside her head, unable to utter any sort of sound as she looked unbelievably, yet helplessly at Mr. D’Avila. As the pain in her back became a burning intensity, tears welled up in her eyes and she felt herself drifting away.

As blackness and tears clouded her vision, Mr. D’Avila leaned in so close that Olivia felt as if she would suffocate. He snarled at her before she felt an even more excruciating pain on her neck. This time, Olivia let out an agonizing scream before being lost in the darkness completely.

#vampire #vampires #paranormal #paranormal romance #romance

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MY SWEENEY TODD PLANS FOR THIS WEEK (once I write this out it probably means I will never get to it because it will feel like an impending task and not something I’m just doing to procrastinate, so why am I still writing it out? Idk)

Read the original penny dreadful, “The String of Pearls” (which I have sitting in front of me in PDF form)

Watch that old movie on YouTube starring Tod Slaughter as Sweeney Todd (Can’t make this stuff up)

Watch the Elaine Paige/Timothy Nolen show (no, I haven’t gotten to it yet, sadly)

Organize my thoughts on all of it!

#now knowing me i will probably finish none of this #but i still have to plan #and organize #and make lists

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Announcing Winners WGA Awards 2019: ‘Can You Ever Forgive Me?,’ ‘Eighth Grade’

In a pair of upsets, “Can You Ever Forgive Me?” has won the Writers Guild of America’s adapted screenplay award for Nicole Holofcener and Jeff Whitty and Bo Burnham has won the original screenplay award for “Eighth Grade.”

The major television trophies went to “The Americans,” “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” “Homeland” and “Barry” for the 71st Writers Guild Awards, held at dual ceremonies at the Beverly Hilton in Beverly Hills, Calif., and the Edison Ballroom in New York City. It was the last major awards show before the Feb. 24 Academy Awards.

“Can You Ever Forgive Me?,” based on the memoir of the late Lee Israel, topped the screenplays for “Black Panther,” “If Beale Street Could Talk” “A Star Is Born”; and “BlacKkKlansman.” Though the script for the comedy-drama — the story of how Israel discovered her talent for forgery — has received an Oscar nomination, “Beale Street” and “BlacKkKlansman” were regarded as the front-runners. It appears that the tale of the travails and redemption of a professional writer clearly resonated with Hollywood writers.

“I want to thank Lee,” Holofcener said in her acceptance. “She’d probably be sitting in the room judging all of us. She though she was the smartest person in the room and she probably was.”

A stunned Burnham credited star Elsie Fisher for his winning the WGA award. Burnham won over Alfonso Cuaron’s “Roma”; Adam McKay’s “Vice”; Bryan Woods, Scott Beck, and John Krasinski’s “A Quiet Place”; and Peter Farrelly, Nick Vallelonga, and Brian Currie’s “Green Book.” “Roma,” “Vice” and “Green Book” are all nominated for Academy Awards along with “The Favourite” and “First Reformed” while “Eight Grade” did not receive an Oscar nod.

“Eighth Grade,” which stars Fisher as an awkward teen dealing with the final week of eighth grade, also won the first-time Directors Guild of America Award for Burnham on Feb. 2. The film is also up for four Spirit Awards on Feb. 23.

“To the other nominees in the category — Have fun at the Oscars, losers!” Burnham joked in his acceptance. “No, I prepared nothing. This all belongs to Elsie Fisher who performed the script. No one would care about the script if she hadn’t done it.”

“Eighth Grade” is the first film to win the WGA Original Screenplay award without being nominated for an Academy since Michael Moore’s “Bowling for Columbine” in 2003.

“The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” won the comedy series award for Kate Fodor, Noah Gardenswartz, Jen Kirkman, Sheila Lawrence, Daniel Palladino and Amy Sherman Palladino. Starring Rachel Brosnahan, “Mrs. Maisel” won the Emmy for best comedy series last year.

The final season of “The Americans” took the drama series award for Peter Ackerman, Hilary Bettis, Joshua Brand, Joel Fields, Sarah Nolen, Stephen Schiff, Justin Weinberger, Joe Weisberg and Tracey Scott Wilson.

Bill Hader and Alec Berg won the episodic comedy award for the opening segment of HBO’s “Barry,” “Chapter One: Make Your Mark” (“Barry”). They also won the new series award.

Stephanie Gillis won the animated award for the “Bart’s Not Dead” episode of “The Simpsons” — which was just renewed for its 31st and 32nd seasons by Fox — and showrunner Alex Gansa took the episodic drama award for the “Paean To The People” segment of ��Homeland.” “Bathtubs Over Broadway” took the documentary award and “God of War” won the videogame trophy.

Hulu’s “Castle Rock” won the long-form original award and “The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story” took the adapted long-form trophy. “Last Week Tonight with John Oliver” won the comedy-variety series cagtegory.

Chelsea Peretti hosted the West Coast ceremonies while Roy Wood Jr. was the emcee in New York. “All the glitz and glamor of the Oscars without the pressure of public interest,” Peretti said in her intro.

Jordan Peele’s horror-comedy “Get Out” won the WGA Award for original screenplay and James Ivory’s coming-of-age drama “Call Me by Your Name” won for adapted screenplay last year. Both went on to win the Oscar.

The WGA awards are mixed indicator of Oscar sentiment. Six of the last 10 WGA winners have gone on to win Academy awards over the past five years. The awards are decided in voting by the 17,000 members of the WGA.

The West Coast ceremonies included plenty of political commentary. Adam McKay, on receiving the WGA’s Paul Selvin Award for “Vice,” asked for a “beat of silence” for the million people who died during the invasion of Iraq.

Jenji Kohan, recipient of the Paddy Chayefsky Award, was unable to attend due to having to shoot the final episode of “Orange Is the New Black.” She said in a taped message: “I’ve been incredibly lucky to work with enormously funny and kind people. I love the people I work with. Life is too short to work with a******s, by the way. That’s my Public Service Announcement.”

Here are the nominees with the winners in boldface:

ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY

“Eighth Grade,” Written by Bo Burnham; A24 (WINNER)

“Green Book,” Written by Nick Vallelonga & Brian Currie & Peter Farrelly; Universal Pictures

“A Quiet Place,” Screenplay by Bryan Woods & Scott Beck and John Krasinski, Story by Bryan Woods & Scott Beck; Paramount Pictures

“Roma,” Written by Alfonso Cuarón; Netflix

“Vice,” Written by Adam McKay; Annapurna Pictures

ADAPTED SCREENPLAY

“BlacKkKlansman,” Written by Charlie Wachtel & David Rabinowitz and Kevin Willmott & Spike Lee, Based on the book by Ron Stallworth; Focus Features

“Black Panther,” Written by Ryan Coogler & Joe Robert Cole, Based on the Marvel Comics by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby; Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures

“Can You Ever Forgive Me?,” Screenplay by Nicole Holofcener and Jeff Whitty, Based on the book by Lee Israel; Fox Searchlight (WINNER)

“If Beale Street Could Talk,” Screenplay by Barry Jenkins, Based on the novel by James Baldwin; Annapurna Pictures

“A Star is Born,” Screenplay by Eric Roth and Bradley Cooper & Will Fetters, Based on the 1954 screenplay by Moss Hart and the 1976 screenplay by John Gregory Dunne & Joan Didion and Frank Pierson, Based on a story by William Wellman and Robert Carson; Warner Bros.

DOCUMENTARY SCREENPLAY

“Bathtubs Over Broadway,” Written by Ozzy Inguanzo & Dava Whisenant; Focus Features (WINNER)

“Fahrenheit 11/9,” Written by Michael Moore; Briarcliff Entertainment

“Generation Wealth,” Written by Lauren Greenfield; Amazon Studios

“In Search of Greatness,” Written by Gabe Polsky; Art of Sport

VIDEO GAME WRITING

“Assassin’s Creed Odyssey,” Associate Narrative Directors Matthew Zagurak, Joel Janisse, James Richard Mittag; Narrative Director Melissa MacCoubrey; Story by Jonathan Dumont, Melissa MacCoubrey, Hugo Giard; Scriptwriters Madeleine Hart, Betty Robertson, Jesse Scoble, Diana Sherman, Kelly Bender, Jojo Chia, Ian Fun, Zachary M. Parris, Ken Williamson, Daniel Bingham, Jordan Lemos, Simon Mackenzie, Katelyn MacMullin, Susan Patrick, Alissa Ralph, Stephen Rhodes; Team Lead Writer Sam Gill; AI Writers Jonathan Flieger, Kimberly Ann Sparks; Ubisoft Quebec

“Batman: The Enemy Within,” Episode 5-Same Stitch, Lead Writer James Windeler; Written by Meghan Thornton, Ross Beeley, Lauren Mee; Story by Meghan Thornton, Michael Kirkbride; Telltale Games

“God of War,” Written by Matt Sophos, Richard Zangrande Gaubert, Cory Barlog; Story and Narrative Design Lead Matt Sophos; Story and Narrative Design Richard Zangrande Gaubert; Narrative Design Orion Walker, Adam Dolin; Sony Interactive Entertainment (WINNER)

“Marvel’s Spider-Man,” Story Lead Jon Paquette; Writers Benjamin Arfmann, Kelsey Beachum; Co-Written by Christos Gage; Additional Story Contributions by Dan Slott; Insomniac Games & Sony Interactive Entertainment

“Pillars of Eternity II: Deadfire,” Narrative Designers Alex Scokel, Eric Fenstermaker, Kate Dollarhyde, Megan Starks, Olivia Veras, Paul Kirsch; Additional Writing Tony Evans, John Schmautz, Casey Hollingshead, Nitai Poddar; Narrative Design Leads Carrie Patel, Josh Sawyer; Obsidian Entertainment

DRAMA SERIES “The Americans,” Written by Peter Ackerman, Hilary Bettis, Joshua Brand, Joel Fields, Sarah Nolen, Stephen Schiff, Justin Weinberger, Joe Weisberg, Tracey Scott Wilson; FX Networks (WINNER)

“Better Call Saul,” Written by Ann Cherkis, Vince Gilligan, Peter Gould, Gennifer Hutchison, Heather Marion, Bob Odenkirk, Thomas Schnauz, Gordon Smith, Alison Tatlock; AMC

“The Crown,” Written by Tom Edge, Amy Jenkins, Peter Morgan; Netflix

“The Handmaid’s Tale,” Written by Yahlin Chang, Nina Fiore, Dorothy Fortenberry, John Herrera, Lynn Renee Maxcy, Bruce Miller, Kira Snyder, Eric Tuchman; Hulu

“Succession,” Written by Jesse Armstrong, Simon Blackwell, Jon Brown, Jonathan Glatzer, Anna Jordan, Lucy Prebble, Georgia Pritchett, Tony Roche, Susan Soon He Stanton, Daniel Zelman; HBO

COMEDY SERIES “Atlanta,” Written by Ibra Ake, Donald Glover, Stephen Glover, Taofik Kolade, Jamal Olori, Stefani Robinson, Paul Simms; FX Networks

“Barry,” Written by Alec Berg, Duffy Boudreau, Bill Hader, Emily Heller, Liz Sarnoff, Ben Smith, Sarah Solemani; HBO

“GLOW,” Written by Liz Flahive, Tara Herrmann, Nick Jones, Jenji Kohan, Carly Mensch, Marquita Robinson, Kim Rosenstock, Sascha Rothchild, Rachel Shukert; Netflix

“The Good Place,” Written by Megan Amram, Christopher Encell, Kate Gersten, Cord Jefferson, Andrew Law, Joe Mande, Kassia Miller, Dylan Morgan, Matt Murray, Rae Sanni, Daniel Schofield, Michael Schur, Josh Siegal, Jen Statsky, Tyler Staessle; NBC

“The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel,” Written by Kate Fodor, Noah Gardenswartz, Jen Kirkman, Sheila Lawrence, Daniel Palladino, Amy Sherman Palladino; Prime Video (WINNER)

NEW SERIES “Barry,” Written by Alec Berg, Duffy Boudreau, Bill Hader, Emily Heller, Liz Sarnoff, Ben Smith, Sarah Solemani; HBO (WINNER)

“The Haunting of Hill House,” Written by Meredith Averill, Charise Castro Smith, Mike Flanagan, Jeff Howard, Rebecca Leigh Klingel, Scott Kosar, Liz Phang; Netflix

“Homecoming,” Written by Micah Bloomberg, Cami Delavigne, Eli Horowitz, Shannon Houston, Eric Simonson, David Wiener; Prime Video

“Pose,” Written by Steven Canals, Brad Falchuk, Todd Kubrak, Janet Mock, Ryan Murphy, Our Lady J; FX Networks

“Succession,” Written by Jesse Armstrong, Simon Blackwell, Jon Brown, Jonathan Glatzer, Anna Jordan, Lucy Prebble, Georgia Pritchett, Tony Roche, Susan Soon He Stanton, Daniel Zelman; HBO

LONG FORM ORIGINAL “Castle Rock,” Writers: Marc Bernardin, Scott Brown, Lila Byock, Mark Lafferty, Sam Shaw, Dustin Thomason, Gina Welch, Vinnie Wilhelm; Hulu (WINNER)

“My Dinner with Hervé,” Teleplay by Sacha Gervasi, Story by Sacha Gervasi & Sean Macaulay; HBO

“Paterno,” Written by Debora Cahn and John C. Richards; HBO

LONG FORM ADAPTED “The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story,” Writers: Maggie Cohn, Tom Rob Smith, Based on the book Vulgar Favors by Maureen Orth; FX Networks (WINNER)

“The Looming Tower,” Writers: Bash Doran, Dan Futterman, Alex Gibney, Shannon Houston, Adam Rapp, Ali Selim, Lawrence Wright, Based on the book The Looming Tower by Lawrence Wright; Hulu

“Maniac,” Writers: Nick Cuse, Cary Joji Fukunaga, Amelia Gray, Danielle Henderson, Mauricio Katz, Patrick Somerville, Caroline Williams, Based on the Norwegian television series Maniac by Espen PA Lervaag, Håakon Bast Mossige, Kjetil Indregard and Ole Marius Araldsen; Netflix

“Sharp Objects,” Writers: Ariella Blejer, Scott Brown, Vince Calandra, Gillian Flynn, Dawn Kamoche, Alex Metcalf, Marti Noxon, Based upon the book written by Gillian Flynn; HBO

SHORT FORM NEW MEDIA ORIGINAL “After Forever,” Written by Michael Slade & Kevin Spirtas; Vimeo.com

“Class of Lies,” Written by Tessa Leigh Williams; Snapchat (WINNER)

“Love Daily,” Written by: Lauren Ciaravalli, Andrew Eisen, Aaron Eisenberg, Will Eisenberg, Alexis Jacknow, Nathaniel Katzman, Yulin Kuang, Nathan Larkin-Connolly, Alexis Roblan, Bennet D. Silverman, Ryan Wood; Go90.com

“West 40s,” Written by Mark Sam Rosenthal & Brian Sloan; West40s.com

SHORT FORM NEW MEDIA ADAPTED “The Walking Dead: Red Machete,” Written by Nick Bernardone; AMC.com

ANIMATION “Bart’s Not Dead” (The Simpsons), Written by Stephanie Gillis; Fox (WINNER)

“Boywatch” (Bob’s Burgers), Written by Rich Rinaldi; Fox

“Just One of the Boyz 4 Now for Now” (Bob’s Burgers), Written by Lizzie Molyneux & Wendy Molyneux; Fox

“Krusty the Clown” (The Simpsons), Written by Ryan Koh; Fox

“Mo Mommy Mo Problems” (Bob’s Burgers), Written by Steven Davis; Fox

“Send in Stewie, Please” (Family Guy), Written by Gary Janetti; Fox

EPISODIC DRAMA “Camelot” (“Narcos: Mexico”), Written by Eric Newman & Clayton Trussell; Netflix

“The Car” (“This Is Us”), Written by Isaac Aptaker & Elizabeth Berger; NBC

“Episode 407” (“The Affair”), Teleplay by Lydia Diamond and Sarah Sutherland, Story by Jaquen Tee Castellanos and Sarah Sutherland; Showtime

“First Blood” (“The Handmaid’s Tale”), Written by Eric Tuchman; Hulu

“Paean To The People” (“Homeland”), Written by Alex Gansa; Showtime (WINNER)

“The Precious Blood of Jesus” (“Ozark”), Written by David Manson; Netflix

EPISODIC COMEDY “Another Place” (“Forever”), Teleplay by Alan Yang and Matt Hubbard, Story by Aniz Adam Ansari; Prime Video

“Chapter One: Make Your Mark” (“Barry”), Written by Alec Berg & Bill Hader; HBO (WINNER)

“Halibut!” (“Santa Clarita Diet”), Written by Victor Fresco; Netflix

“Kimmy and the Beest!” (“Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt”), Written by Robert Carlock; Netflix

“Pilot” (“The Kids Are Alright”), Written by Tim Doyle; ABC

“Who Knows Better Than I” (“Orange Is the New Black”), Written by Jenji Kohan; Netflix

COMEDY/VARIETY TALK SERIES “Full Frontal With Samantha Bee,” Writers: Kristen Bartlett, Samantha Bee, Ashley Nicole Black, Pat Cassels, Mike Drucker, Eric Drysdale, Mathan Erhardt, Joe Grossman, Miles Kahn, Nicole Silverberg, Melinda Taub; TBS

“Last Week Tonight with John Oliver;” Writers: Tim Carvell, Raquel D’Apice, Josh Gondelman, Dan Gurewitch, Jeff Maurer, Daniel O’Brien, John Oliver, Brian Parise, Owen Parsons, Ben Silva, Will Tracy, Jill Twiss, Seena Vali, Juli Weiner; HBO (WINNER)

“Late Night with Seth Meyers;” Supervising Writers: Sal Gentile, Seth Reiss; Writers: Jermaine Affonso, Alex Baze, Bryan Donaldson, Matt Goldich, Dina Gusovsky, Jenny Hagel, Allison Hord, Mike Karnell, John Lutz, Seth Meyers, Ian Morgan, Amber Ruffin, Mike Shoemaker; NBC Universal

“The Late Show with Stephen Colbert,” Head Writers: Jay Katsir, Opus Moreschi; Writers: Emmy Blotnick, Michael Brumm, Aaron Cohen, Stephen T. Colbert, Cullen Crawford, Paul Dinello, Ariel Dumas, Glenn Eichler, Django Gold, Gabe Gronli, Greg Iwinski, Barry Julien, Daniel Kibblesmith, Matt Lappin, Michael Pielocik, Kate Sidley, Jen Spyra, Brian Stack, John Thibodeaux; CBS

COMEDY/VARIETY SKETCH SERIES “At Home with Amy Sedaris,” Writers: Cindy Caponera, Paul Dinello, Jodi Lennon, Meredith Scardino, Amy Sedaris; truTV

“I Love You, America,” Head Writer: Dave Ferguson; Writers: Glenn Boozan, Leann Bowen, Raj Desai, Kyle Dunnigan, John Haskell, Tim Kalpakis, Opeyemi Olagbaju, Gavin Purcell, Diona Reasonover, Jocelyn Richard, Christopher J. Romano, Sarah Silverman, Beth Stelling, Dan Sterling, Nick Wiger; Hulu

“Nathan For You,” Writers: Leo Allen, Nathan Fielder, Carrie Kemper, Michael Koman, Adam Locke-Norton, Eric Notarnicola; Comedy Central (WINNER)

“Portlandia,” Writers: Fred Armisen, Carrie Brownstein, Jonathan Krisel, Karey Dornetto, Megan Neuringer, Phoebe Robinson, Graham Wagner; IFC

“Saturday Night Live,” Head Writers: Michael Che, Colin Jost, Kent Sublette, Bryan Tucker; Supervising Writers: Fran Gillespie, Sudi Green, Streeter Seidell; Writers: James Anderson, Kristen Bartlett, Megan Callahan, Steven Castillo, Andrew Dismukes, Anna Drezen, Claire Friedman, Alison Gates, Steve Higgins, Sam Jay, Erik Kenward, Rob Klein, Nick Kocher, Michael Koman, Alan Linic, Eli Coyote Mandel, Erik Marino, Dave McCary, Brian McElhaney, Dennis McNicholas, Lorne Michaels, Nimesh Patel, Josh Patten, Katie Rich, Simon Rich, Gary Richardson, Marika Sawyer, Pete Schultz, Mitch Silpa, Will Stephen, Julio Torres, Bowen Yang; NBC Universal

COMEDY/VARIETY SPECIALS 2018 Rose Parade Hosted by Cord & Tish, Written by Will Ferrell, Jake Fogelnest, Andrew Steele; Prime Video

Drew Michael Stand-Up Special, Written by Drew Michael; HBO

The Fake News with Ted Nelms, Written by John Aboud, Andrew Blitz, Michael Colton, Ed Helms, Elliott Kalan, Joseph Randazzo, Sara Schaefer; Comedy Central (WINNER)

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The studio. It already became a home for some workers. It became home to Jay. And if this bulky building was the second home for all the employees, it was a true home for Jay. He didn't like going back to his apartment. What ordinary people call "their sweet home" evoked Handle unpleasant memories. He often stayed in the studio for the night and went home often only if Harry was dragging him there.

Also, Jay had no family. His brothers, the last members of the family, died a few years ago. Jay didn't want family anymore. The family was as nasty to him as his home.

The only friend of Jay was Harry Calen. They've been friends since childhood. Harry remained with him even after Handle lost his eye.

Now was one of those September nights, when Jay sat in his office and quietly drawn. Around the office was burning a single candle. Handle didn't want to make Will nervous.

Accountant sometimes worked overtime, sometimes stayed in the studio with Jay. At this time Handle tried to distract Nolen: he took him to the break room and together they drank tea and talked about everything what only possible. And Will was grateful to Jay for this.

But today Jay was alone. Usually when he was tired of sitting in the office, Handle took a candle and went to walk around the empty studio. However, the first time Jay had locked himself in the office, and sat immersed in his thoughts, until he fell asleep. It was frightening, the atmosphere was scary, but Handle over time was accustomed to it.

And now Handle was alone. Hands already tired for the day, and Jay decided that he can go for a walk. One last look at his drawings of Charlie, Handle took the candle and walked out of his office.

When Jay turned away from the paper on the table, Charlie's eyes seemed to come alive. And they followed the door closing behind Jay, after which the drawing returned to its original state.

Usually Handle liked to walk around the toy factory. It was one of the most friendly places in the studio. Jay always thought that toys are very friendly. He even had his own corner in the factory. When Handle had very nervous day he was coming to this corner and laying down on the big toy of Charlie, and Jeff tried to make him laugh, to defuse the situation. Rinad even sometimes made toys specifically for Jay. Handle, of course, resisted, but when Jeff was tired of it, he was shoving a toy in his hands and sent him back to work.

But Rinad never made toy of Diana for Handle. Jay's still the fear of wolves and all who look like them(including dogs). Harry suggested adding this toon. "For a change". Handle had to agree.

But now Jay was going in the opposite direction. There was someone else at the factory last night besides him. He didn't want to risk today. So he decided to go to the warehouse. There were a lot of projectors, and sometimes it felt like they were watching. Handle didn't like it, but he thought it would be more comfortable today.

When Jay came to the warehouse, he felt even worse. This situation only increased the feeling that he was not alone.

But now Handle was very frightened. He thought he heard footsteps. Footsteps from the hallway he just came from. Jay quickly put out the candle, put it on the floor and rushed to the place where he could hide. Fortunately, the warehouse was very spacious and dark. There were a lot of boxes and projectors.

Handle was hiding in a dark place from which was visible the entrance to the room, and Jay, in fact, was invisible there.

When the man took his place, in the room entered something. It was impossible to discern, but it can be seen that it had growth almost 7 ft. Almost a ft more than Handle.

When Jay used to the dark, he could a little to see his stalker. It was a huge cat. Apparently, black and white. His ears twitched, trying to catch any rustle. Long tail tossed from side to the side. And eyes with purple a protein and yellow-orange pupil squinted, trying to see something in the dark. Or someone.

When the cat got tired of it, he spoke. His voice scared Jay. "Come on, Jay, come out! I'm not going to hurt you! I'm your friend!", the creature said loudly. The cat had a hoarse voice. Handle gathered all his courage, only to ask, " Who are you?". Cat, having heard voice, purred and went to Jay. "Me? I'm Charlie! Come on, Jay, come on, out! Or do you like to play hide and seek, m?", the cat tried to soften his voice, but it still remained hoarse.

Jay, realizing that Charlie goes to him, groped a small object and threw it to distract the creature. The subject fell near Handle, but enough to distract the cat.

Charlie approached the place where the object fell. The man already wanted to run away, thinking that he can away from the creature and lock hisself into the first room he'll find. But then the long tail got grabbed Jay and dragged him to the cat, which was five feet away from the place where was hiding Jay. "I found you, Jay!", happily and still hoarsely exclaimed Charlie, "How glad I am to see you!".

But Handle was really scared. "You said you are not going to hurt me!", the man tried to get out, but then the creature removed its tail, and Jay fell to the floor. "And I'm not going to!", the cat looked right in the Handle's eye, smiled broadly, showing sharp teeth the same color as the its pupils. The man didn't even have time to react when Charlie attacked him.

Jay woke up in the morning. He was sitting at the desk in his office. There were no scratches on him. He was only slightly stained with ink. Handle didn't remember how he found himself in his office. The sun's rays were already making their way through the window that was behind the man. He yawned, stretched, looked in front of him and froze. He saw his shadow. His shadow in the form of a cat that smiled and looked right at him.

The end.

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I hope very much that I translated everything correctly. And also I hope that you like this fanfic.

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A journalist broadcaster’s dream happened today. The targeted person like sitting in an on-sue interview tossed his cup of coffee at the Broadcaster’s camera avoiding the inquiry, questions and the on-air display of his views. Every journalist who is a professional want to experience that as an example of hard-nose journalism that goes AFTER their topics and subjects and the people, the crimes along with life newsworthy events.

The incident occurred to Terry Dwayne Ashford as a targeted journalist by a downlow community who was told to follow the journalist to carry out indecencies, social injustices and crimes. As professionalism would have it, the renowned journalist broadcast of DatGEETV, DaTGuY Television, BlabberNEWS Magazine and DaTGuY Radio said, “Make my day”. And thus came the coffee he was using to get the Hispanic man who had blocked airing up the front driver side tire of the gas station’s air pump.

Reported as a professional stand-out moment for Terry Dwayne Ashford in journalism and streetNOW News reporting on crime - this incident goes down as a profound professional moment showing the formidable InDaCarSeat DaTGuY journalistic prowess and power of Terry Dwayne Ashford. Good at journalism however does not berate his capability as just as good professional proposal project manager which uses these journalistic skills.

The video of the bike riding man who rushed to the gas station to get the Hispanic man shows on YouTube. For your reference, a person like even the disguised gay man friend named Shongo would have resulted in the same in the home with the journalist.

The exact same would have happened and there would have met not a wife but a man who would have KILLED or being killed- resulting in a homicide. How do I know - cuz every black man who has been in that position with Terry Dwayne Ashford - tried the exact same thing as he had no clue thinking the incident was isolated and wouldn’t happen again. William Nolen tried. Herb Hunt tried. Al Scott tried. Every black man that InDaCarSeat DaTGuY has allowed in his presence tried to strike the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY as they would have a woman. And found that WOE back the shit up - he is not a woman. Their blows were found to have been greater. And they didn’t try it again. Every last one in my memory and every last one in my sister’s lives with black men in their presence. Wow. In hindsight.

As all is aware of the knife and the pool table, then another at the same pool table with a wine bottle, and the pistol 🔫 to the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY’s head in Atlanta, and even shot and missed-we have confirmation that every last black man that was dated in innocence and belief not knowing they all were a GAY GANG, tried to strike or kill Terry Dwayne Ashford. When in a relationship one think that is love. One chased behind me in a speeding car after telling me I couldn’t leave. When I left he tried to crash into the car. At the time I was like “Damn BITCH was the sex that good?” And I thought “okay he just in love”. In hindsight now - fuck no it was all black men. That always happened after I let them top me- They went goddamn crazy.

In hindsight it wasn’t love it was control and seeing a property.

Well I guess I do understand now - learning that they have been forced to whites. See when you are resorted to having something you don’t want - just like I would when you get that you do want - you actually go nuts. Most want a black man-just like me-and went they got one they went crazy trying to keep’em. See the difference in topping flabby button when you really want a man - is in the hardness of the man. The softness we get from women. But when we want a man - we want the man hardness and challenge and fun man-time. Running around thinking you competing with a woman - is NOT what a man does.

Now we close the reporting of the infamous upcoming “LaughLOUD” column topic and the fact that streetNOW News on Crime with InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford has proven once again the Muslim Tactics of Hit Sneak-tip first in lieu of the Broadcast called “Like My Brown Skin” on October 2nd. On the morning of October 3rd the black man that followed behind InDaCarSeat DaTGuY, stating “Interest” or even “Like” In illiterate formation was a brown skin Muslim man working in the reported scam from days ago.

The black male poorest Muslim appeared in a utilization tool by Washington DC police 👮‍♀️ attack protocols on the progressive blacks which the Police for any reason wants to extort. And that gives the world its explanation of the alleged Rick Ross Swapping and Mimicking schemes. The man in the video uploaded to YouTube appears as a black Male Muslim who tossed coffee ☕️ at the camera, captured in motion of stalking on a bike; captured followed to get a Non-English Speaking Latinos for morning sex; Pinpointed to the October 2nd alleged MPD scheme of the reported “Brown Skin” Attack Plan in Washington DC. In closing that incident, the black Muslim was the description of the driver who crashed the victim’s vehicle; was also the description of the S.O.M.E. Employee; was the description of the family dollar store employee who rushed out from the back office in a mimed mode of glasses and new hairdo as anything other than a MUSLIM upon Terry Dwayne Ashford entering that store early evening approximately five o’clock and has been reported altering her actions in her duty of family dollar; Terry Dwayne Ashford refused that register days before seeing the scam but this day the scam planted a skinny braided haired Gay Guy who went specifically to that black Muslim female’s cash counter as she came OUT appearing to specifically with a set target 🎯 of some goal- a gay male sissy with braids rushed to the register that appeared to have been designed for a hidden plot which InDaCarSeat DaTGuY would NOT know as something would be done from behind the scenes using a fraud person; and lastly it was yet another Muslim brown skin as the description of younger male standing and waiting in the dark outside as the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Ashford shopped in CVS on GA Avenue the night of October 3rd. That Muslim male signaled sex at Terry Dwayne Ashford leaving the store. LoLing SICKOs. LoLing.

LoLing- make us laugh or we gonna make ourselves laugh at you.

The journalist broadcaster’s dream unfolded using the scheme of a Muslim trying to attack the journalist broadcaster: who goes by no other name other than the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY, Terry Dwayne Ashford. He is an “Ashford” that the illiteracy of the black Muslims fraudulently pretends their “Interest” or their “Favor” for the Ashfords. And there we have the “Davis’s” in the mimicking schemes of the Ashford’s saying that “They like us!” So we have Ruth B. Marrying into the victims family, following stalking and miming while eavesdropping using a police scanner, and as the Muslim in the Family Dollar store female showed on October 3rd, appeared to be a Christian as Ruth B. Changed her last name - all through the Mocking Wilma Greenwood Ashford. Yes - while following and stalking and trying to steal from her as replicated in a Rick Ross Scheme: Ruth B. who’s daughter stalked Terry Dwayne Ashford in the 11th grade also said: “I like her” in reference to Wilma Greenwood Ashford, referenced as “Like” but actions were in defense instead of being caught. Same as Jon Caudle all low class MUSLIMs-riding the coat-tails of Ashfords wanting to be confused as the ones. LoLing making journalists and the world laugh. Now George Davis is trying to be presumed as Terry Dwayne Ashford, if all goes according to scheme journalism patterns. The same George Davis that is a lot older and tried to be like the journalist’s brother Perry, instead. George Davis is now mocking a different Ashford! Terry instead of Perry.

And that George Mocking comes after his nephew named also Terry tried and failed, after his other Davis nephew Darrell Audrey tried failed and saw his grave, after his Niece Jennifer Tried and failed mocking: and after his other niece Barbara tried and failed getting caught up in Dick in the Woods, after the Officer Davis tried and failed in a DC Officer attempt, and now the one Davis that has followed my brother Perry: now swaps and follow Terry Dwayne Ashford- allllllll my dear people, seeking someone to be swapped in reputation better than theirs in a Rick Ross Scheme alleged to have swapped out originals for the replicated individuals for the fame.

The Rick Ross Scheme was said to have swapped the Rick Ross known publicly with the real Rick Ross born with that name who was locked away in prison. The real Rick Ross is said to be incarcerated inside of a jail hidden as another man took his name and swapped personality. And there you have Ruth B. Changing her name to “Christmas” as Wilma Greenwood Ashford is Christian. LoLing. Journalist findings would support notion that the “Davis’s” are frauds mocking and mimicking an Ashford and going so far as to marry within the Ashford Bloodline trying to mix and merge with the Ashford, as Wilma Greenwood Ashford defied her daughter intertwining with her past husband Thomas Davis. Mom said NO do not bring that scum into our house. Carolyn got mad and married him and took the job offered in bribe by the Davis and that sparked Ruth B to sit and mock her mom, Wilma Greenwood Ashford. Carolyn was given Ruth B’s job so Ruth B could sit home and mock her mother Wilma Greenwood Ashford- caught by Terry Dwayne Ashford listening in on Wilma Greenwood Ashford’s house from the Davis house in Memphis.

Ruth B (Davis) marrying into Wilma’s Newson Family and changing her name to “Christmas”;who is Wilma Greenwood Ashford’s Mocker ( is) the Sister of George Davis, who now swaps to Mock Terry Dwayne Ashford. But George’s mocking of Younger Terry Dwayne Ashford, comes after George failing to successfully mock Terry’s brother named Perry. Tell me that isn’t laughable. LoLing. And that mocking choice by yet another Davis, George this time, was greed: was seeking to get a Rick Ross style incarceration with the recipient receiving fame as the stalkers, and that was in trying to help policemen frame an “Ashford” in specific Wilma Greenwood Ashford, and as failed again we have Officer Davis failed to harass or frame Terry Dwayne Ashford, the journalist broadcaster in Washington DC. Instead got caught for the entire Davis clan on air through YouTube videos via DatGEETV under the journalist broadcaster InDaCarSeat DaTGuY, Terry Dwayne Ashford’s direction.

For everyone! The Davis’s was said to have been the one family who had targeted Ashford aimed to marry within the Ashford’s family. First this Rick Ross Scheme as it appears in hindsight was through a Susan marrying to Dale Ashford. That failed. Then through the Davis’s climbing through windows and sexing Sam’s Wife while Wilma Greenwood Ashford’s oldest son was at work. There may be a son from that through the daughter in law which stemmed in divorce. Then another Davis, a Brother of the first Davis, alleged to have followed and stalked the wife of another Ashford: Dale; and that has rumored to have ended in sex to Dale’s wife while she worked at Carter’s industry in Senatobia which occurred as Dale work included out of town Travel. From that Davis sneak attack, the son of Wilma Greenwood Ashford may have a child with Davis blood in the Ashford’s family through that daughter-in-law. And that came before Carolyn went into the streets and met another Davis, Thomas who tried to marry Carolyn immediately-caught by Wilma Greenwood Ashford and defied the association with a scum. That yielded anger from the Ashford Daughter who sexed: got immediately pregnant and snuck to have married the forbidden fruity Thomas Davis sighting the pregnancy. And this a child was born and was killed of this forbidden union between the stalking Davis sneaking into the Ashford’s pedigree bloodline. Same that Ruth B Davis tried of Wilma Greenwood Ashford.

And then came the youngest and the smaller, beau Terry Dwayne Ashford, InDaCarSeat DaTGuY, Journalist Broadcasts🎚. who was supposed to be mocked by a older high school Davis sissy named darelle who became the neighborhood whore before dying of pure AIDS having married first a Terry then to a white nerd boy at dying. Mind you his sister stalked and also was impregnated by another “Terry”. And even Ruth B. Has a son that stalked Terry Dwayne Ashford also named Terry Newson after Ruth B married into Wilma Greenwood Newson Johnson Ashford’s native family - allegedly stalking when the older Davis family setup CAMP next to the Wilma Greenwood Newson Johnson Ashford’s grandmother’s Founded Church. That church today is “Hopewell M.B. Church”. Documents about that church housed in Wilma Greenwood Ashford’s safe was reported as stolen by Carolyn Davis, from the founder’s granddaughter who is Wilma Greenwood Ashford. Carolyn Ashford-Davis is the Daughter who took the bite out of the forbidden fruit and snuck up and married a Davis, Thomas who was taken OUT but in the same time- into his grave. Mom said “Do not bring that man into our house” he was a Davis and ended up marrying Daughter Carolyn. The child was prematurely and almost died at birth. And that Ashford-Davis sneak child was the one killed before his 18th birthday. In hindsight Terry Dwayne Ashford feels the killing is associated with the deceitful bloodline.

And we close with two incidents- Officer Davis’s sneaking from Washington DC Police Precient 4D caught on Video and the October 3rd, Muslim tossing coffee at the camera in the streetNOW News Report by InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford. Hahahahaha hehehehehe. And we all see why the Davis’s want to be in the Ashford family. lol trying to trade ASS to get it. Whatever WHORES, not good enough for an Ashford as proven. Mocking is the best a Davis can do.

Y’all the Rick Ross Scheme was supposed to have seen the Davis’s replicated on the Ashford’s skills, beauty and smarts; Just as the alleged real Rick Ross may be a prisoner, with a name and intellectual properties stolen by a man posing as him riding on his development outside the jail where the real Rick Ross may be housed.

And as the streetNOW News on crime Report by InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford Speculative announced in broadcast- “Like my Brown Skin” was to be the ploy that yet another Muslim was to get IN where he could have FIT in. That refers to the black Muslim who waited outside the CVS store in Washington DC on GA Avenue, at approximately 7 o’clock between 630 pm and dark. Let’s assume that video was being handed for fraud editing by the management of the CVS (using a Muslim Male), as well as the family Dollar “using a Muslim Female” as a retaliation to the video achieved of the Muslim Male going after the Hispanic at the morning gas ⛽️ station’s air pump. And that Muslim Latino conspiracy was retaliatory of the reported alleged Alley of the Hispanic at Hamilton And 13th street the days before. The Hispanics was retaliating using black Muslims for the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY reporting at the alley on Hamilton seeing the Hispanic, the Pink Purple Scouter and the open-door garage at the Alley where the man stalked InDaCarSeat doing work at the Hamilton hotspot at the playground. And we have it all from the beginning to the end. LoLing make our day bitchwhores. I am an Ashford.

The report was of a man rushing to get white men at Hamilton playground hotspot- and InDaCarSeat DaTGuY ran and got the stalker 👀 photo. That stalker ran into the alley with a Latino waiting to serve him on the corner. That corner was the one marked by the purple pink scouter. The Latino was caught waiting in the alley butt poked UP having left his work site. That report was done on sept 30th and or October 1 - and that report led to the October 3rd Muslim Toss Coffee at the Ashford Journalist Broadcast named Terry Dwayne Ashford. And that “tossing the coffee “ at the journalist’s comers was the expected documented deviant behavior of Muslims which would be used by InDaCarSeat DaTGuY journalist’s in support of the journalist’s Terry Dwayne Ashford’s broad professional on-air broadcaster demeanor of Gaffes made from the LaughLoud Infamous “Toss The Coffee” caught chasing white ass by following InDaCarSeat DaTGuY on video. The InDaCarSeat DaTGuY video is uploaded to YouTube. LoLing by InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford for streetNOW News reporting on Crimes in Washington DC. LoLing. Make me laugh. The video of this incident was retaliation of the reporting of the incident at Hamilton Playground hotspot and the alley near the house on the corner of 13th and Hamilton and the Latino in the garage.

All this is still thinking the professional reporter wants SEX with some N8gger - when the reporting is on racism.

And when you thought we were gone - We are there too. 4 and 4; 2 and 2.

The Hamilton Playground Hotspot and the Hispanic at the Rock Creek Park in the gray Toyota Camry tag achieved reported on BlabberNEWS tweet. Photos and the black pick-up open bed truck. Parked up on InDaCarSeat DaTGuY then immediately left. Both vehicles left. The black small pickup truck had in it a lawn mower by which InDaCarSeat DaTGuY used to make jokes for the day. The black pickup open bed truck said something to the silver Toyota Camry Hispanic big hair driver while the pick up driver was a bald Hispanic driver- and that is when they drove off into the park. Guess what came next? Three siren sounding police vehicles rushing into the park in the same directions that the Hispanics rushed to. Heard someone say there was a fist fight in the park. Now we may have a fist fight being falsely aligned to Terry Dwayne Ashford linked by the silver Toyota that parked up on the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY’s car. Guess what we have the photos of all on the BlabberNEWS tweets from the news desk. The three police rushed into the park and we believe the police may be trying to falsify that Terry Dwayne Ashford had a fist fight in the park - as the actual InDaCarSeat DaTGuY was parked being watched by the neighbors who sat out and watched InDaCarSeat DaTGuY in his car while the fist fight may have occurred. After the police left guess who arrived back to the same location and parked afterwards. That was the silver big haired Hispanic tag number achieved on the BlabberNEWS tweet. We have police plot planned to use an editor to edit the silver Toyota Hispanic fight over Terry Dwayne Ashford and was to try to arrest Terry Dwayne Ashford for the Hispanic fight in the park. LoLing. LoLing you bunch of idiots. LoLing.

Got it. The Hispanic staged a fight in the park that was to calmed by police and police was to re-image that stated retaliation to the Hamilton park reporting- to the reporter Terry Dwayne Ashford. And the half-talking illiterate sex feigning Hispanics was to have gotten revenge using dumb Cops on another Ashford by jailing the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY for the SP7CK crazy illiterate uneducated deviant behaviors of angry Hispanics who can’t do shit. The bald Hispanic in the black pickup having a lawn mower in the back, and the silver driving Toyota that backed upon the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY car who returned after all the commotion in the park had ended. That return to the same spot where InDaCarSeat DaTGuY was parked aimed at imagery that would be re-imaged. All caught by the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY journalist broadcaster Terry Dwayne Ashford. Let’s say a fight did ensue at the park which is why the sirens and lighted police rushed to the park. We noticed that one of the police cars appeared to have been DC Blue Protective Services vehicle. LoLing guess what y’all. That appearing to have been protecting the victims- just as mom- would be that vehicle’s justification for arriving at a fight that had nothing at all to do with InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford. The fight if there was one was allegedly staged by the police with the Hispanics of the silver Toyota pictured on BlabberNEWS Magazine Twitter feed. We have it all.

OMGosh these faggits are terrible. That Hispanic ordeal would be linked to the Hispanic retaliation of the reporting at the corner of Hamilton and 13th street that sparked the four reports by InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford- of the four incidents of Muslims Hispanic attacks on Saturday Oct 3rd. All allegedly would be part of falsifying to sabotage Terry Dwayne Ashford.

Four reports and the four incidents on October 3rd include:

“Toss the Coffee” at the cameraman

“Silver Toyota Big Haired Hispanic with the bald Hispanic in the black pickup and lawn mower

The Family Dollar Store re-imaging a extremely thin and siss-fied girly like male using the Muslim Female Employee there between 3 and 6 pm

The CVS on Ga Avenue using a brown skin Muslim there in a re-imaging that the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY would not even be award because the purchase was made and he was gone seeing the Muslim wearing black entering but first signaling to the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY as he was leaving. There is something planned for the use of CVS video that the conspiring police had planned to alter in editing and that was something known by the silver Volvo male who rushed in and stood beside InDaCarSeat DaTGuY in the cvs store. LoLing

Closing out is a fifth using an Uber driver in a small sedan four door car linked to an exact make and model car with black windows which turning right away from the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY and entered the alley on the right of my car in front of the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY at approximately 2 am in the morning. Then minutes later came the Uber driver came minutes later from the opposite end of the alley and turned right towards the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY. Same model make and year of cars with one difference one was an Uber and one was not having dark 100% tinted black windows. We believe something is UP with that too, which InDaCarSeat DaTGuy would not have a clue.

Two Gangs allegedly hosting crimes with intent to re-image as cop 👮‍♀️ led sabotage attempt are:

Hispanics Males

MUSLIM Males

The two stalking locations and crimes there of the two groups intended to sabotage InDaCarSeat DaTGuY Terry Dwayne Ashford:

Hamilton Hotspot Sex trafficking in the alley

The rock Creek Staged Fight by an unknown silver Toyota/black pickup pictured on BlabberNEWS tweet.

The two vehicles that harassed a parked InDaCarSeat DaTGuY at the same locations where the black man allegedly had a gun and said would shoot the innocent person:

Silver Toyota pictured on BlabberNEWS tweet (similar to the Silver Mercury and the Muslim 4D Sargent in Police Vehicle P407 on October 2nd.)

Small older model black pickup with a lawn mower in the back of the open bed truck

The four locations:

CVS Georgia Ave at Van Buren

Family Dollar at Georgia Avenue near Rittenhouse and Sheridan

Exxon Gas station air pump at 10th NE and Michigan Avenue

Rock Creek Parked location at the turning entrance side street of the rock Creek Park.

The four types of fraud incidents as attempted but failed

Re-imaging and falsifying the image of the real person with a fraud one planted while the victim was not even there editing video

Re-imaging the real health through the body of a a sickly unknown person’s body as the healthy strong InDaCarSeat DaTGuY to sabotage jobs on falsified healthcare.

The attack on the person’s rights to get photos of the stalkers that may have been planted by the cop and planned as entrapment.

Re-imaging a fight through linking of a car which was to be posed in a third re-image of cars using the silver Toyota pictured on BlabberNEWS tweet. In this one there would be several re-imaging ploys - the car would link the wrong person to the fight where the victims was no where near. And the person in the silver car big hair may have been the one who fought - who would be re-imaged as the person InDaCarSeat DaTGuY. And that is why the person came back to the location where InDaCarSeat DaTGuY was parked to provide another photo-opportunity for the cops to use in their editing. The silver Toyota was to be in the position of the InDaCarSeat before he fought. Then he was to go fight in the staged event. Then the same silver person was to go back and appear as the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY again by parking in his spot after the fight ended.

All has been squashed and for legal sake we say now “Allegedly”. Now the cops would cease even presenting their fraud claims. Only a journalist broadcaster would be able to handle a corrupted cop working in a governing sense thinking he could win. Naw you can’t win against Divo’s as sons and prince of Divas. You can’t do it. Get over your arrogance.

On the morning after all the MUSLIMs attempts we have the white attempt in a dark colored appearing black Volvo tagged JC0 89R with picture of 🏌️‍♀️ golfing on the tag and the color of the Volvo has been corrected to dark blue not black. InDaCarSeat We are highlighting the security officer 👮‍♀️ tag 3DS4368 MD at the corner stone again. A different one but in the same size and shape as the prior none in the corner stone scenic spot. The mocking here is of the booth of the adult bookstore. Met the morning of the report alleged to be the police 👮 again in sex trafficking of humans. The Volvo appears to be pretending to be the InDaCarSeat DaTGuY sniped in his face.

The parking location of the police invoked cornerstone security officer perceived as carrying out deceit on October 4 using the white man in the black volvo is the exact spot of the cop we allegedly caught in the Honda. The police we believe has marked the location right in front of the center electrical socket of Barnes and Noble as the one that sets up sex trafficking. And that socket in the center of the other two has been turned Off by Barnes and Noble-using the parking directly bin front of it as a marker.

Now we take you back to the silver Toyota from October 3rd rock Creek Park mimicking the silver mercury deviance from turkey thicket caught in YouTube. We post the tweets of the silver Toyota pictured on BlabberNEWS Magazines stalking and harassing so they thought a journalist who instead made his day.

Tweet number 1 of the Silver Toyota and the black pickup of a group of Hispanic that was in the arrangement to pose a fight through several re-imaging ploys. https://twitter.com/deskblabbernews/status/1312468334533779456?s=21

Tweet number 2

https://twitter.com/deskblabbernews/status/1312467749466038272?s=21

And tweet number 3

https://twitter.com/deskblabbernews/status/1312467364810694660?s=21

Signed InDaCarSeat DaTGuY, Terry Dwayne Ashford.

This report was done and pressed at press time of 5 am on Sunday October 4th, 2020.

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