#Danny Donahue

[iftadwascool]

Godzilla 8mm - Found Footage

[gebo4482]

Godzilla 8mm - Found Footage / Analog Horror

Dir: Danny Donahue

[jessicatates]

Soap + Reductress (part 2)

[mariocki]

The Saint: Island of Chance (5.22, ITC, 1967)

"Of course, Charles Krayford has become a twentieth century legend, just like Schweitzer. A totally dedicated man of medicine; a great doctor; a towering hero figure."

"You don't go along with the general adoration?"

"I'm a professional cynic."

"Is that a good living?"

"Oh, dandy! I have the confidence of everyone - and the trust of nobody."

[joshfuckingkiszka]

『era one』

jmk x f!reader

THIS SERIES IS 18+ MINORS DNI

chapter warnings: explicit sexual content, alcohol usage, smoking, frat parties, fingering (f rec), oral (f & m rec) fwb josh  

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Parties were never really your thing. Well, hadn’t been until your first week of finals in college, when your roommate - who you hadn’t spoken too much until this point - suggested a frat party as a release.

You didn’t indulge in this habit often, only when things really started to pile up and you needed cheap vodka to aid you in forgetting whatever professor had assigned a 15 page paper that week. You had a routine: show up, discreetly drink a few horribly made cocktails, and go home to a room of spinning darkness accompanied by cheap LED lights.

While it wasn’t an essay that was kicking your ass this week, it felt slightly worse. You had received an email from your math professor stating that you were failing his class, and in order to receive credit, a huge packet was due on Monday. Tonight’s cocktail was more vodka than cran, with the smallest lime slice you’d ever seen in your life, not that you weren’t going to drink it, of course.

Everything was going great, no one had approached you, and you were on your third - and probably final - drink. Well, it was, until your roommate’s ex boyfriend recognized you. Danny was sweet, but very loud in the bedroom if you remembered correctly. You often caught sight of each other late in the night, as he was sneaking out, and you were sneaking in. It never occurred to you to ask why they broke up, not that it was really any of your business.

“Hey!” he’d greeted, following a loud yelp of your name. You gave him an awkward side hug and smiled as he introduced his best friend, Sam.

“And how come Daniel has never mentioned you?” You didn’t miss the scan of your body.

Danny warned him to behave, and you suddenly found yourself realizing that they were not going to leave you alone.

After a few minutes of small talk, you excused yourself for the bathroom and found one that was thankfully unoccupied. You locked yourself in the small space and sat on the lid of the toilet, taking deep breaths. While you stood at the sink, splashing cold water on your arms and neck, a loud knock startled you.

“W-what?”

“Uh, get the fuck out,” a demeaning voice called out.

You went to open the door, an apology on the tip of your tongue, when a body suddenly entered the bathroom, now occupying it with you. His hair was an unruly mess of curls on top, which faded into an undercut on his neck. A long earring in one ear touched his shoulder and his outfit was…different, to say the least. He had an aroma of confidence, and weed. God, was he cute, though.

“You gonna watch?” With heated cheeks and a stutter of an answer, you pulled the door shut and stood in the hallway.

The second time you saw the boy with the undercut that night, was on the porch of the frat house. You had walked into the chilled air, ready to head home when you noticed him, leaned against the rails, with a cigarette between his lips.

It didn’t dawn on you that you were staring until he offered, “Wanna hit?” Of course you would hit that.

“Oh, uh, no thanks. I don’t smoke.”

“Good, don’t start. It’s a hell of a habit to kick.” He was silent for a moment, but you could tell he had something to say. “Leaving?” He nodded to your purse.

“Yeah, I’ve got this, like, huge packet from Donahue due on Monday.”

“Damn. Don’t know who that is because, like, I don’t go here - or anywhere, really - but what a dick.” He talked with his hands a lot, you noticed.

Letting out a quick breath of a laugh, you told him, “Only sometimes. But I’ve really gotta go.”

You felt his hand around your wrist as you turned, and suddenly your chest was pressed against his, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

“What if I don’t want you to go?” That was a very compelling argument, you had to admit.

Being that close must have transferred some of his confidence into your own body because you were suddenly saying, “Then come with me.” With a smile and a flick of his cigarette, he was gesturing for you to lead the way.

“You walked all that way alone?” He asked when you reached your building.

Nodding, you led him upstairs and into your sparsely decorated apartment. It was silent and stiff for a moment, and you contemplated what you were doing. Before you could overthink it too much, however, he had pulled you into him, yet again.

Hoping the erratic beating of your heart wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, you shuddered a bit.

“Tell me if this is what you want, mama.” To which you nodded frantically.

He gripped your jaw with his hand, “Words, or I walk out that door, right now.”

With a bit of false cockiness, you pointed at the door, hoping you were calling his bluff.

“Aw, you want me to leave you here? All breathless and ragged and,” his hand reached into your jeans, grazing over your underwear, “so wet.”

No words could possibly form, so instead your mouth hung agape, waiting - hoping - for him to keep talking. Instead, he looked you up and down, gauging your reaction and headed for the door.

“Wait!” You called. “Please, stay. I need you.”

“Oh? What for, sweet girl?”

Dirty talking had never been your strong suit, but if he didn’t put the words right in your mouth.

“I - I need you to fuck me, like, right now.” Okay, maybe they weren’t the best words, but actions speak louder anyway.

He moved closer to you, at an arm’s length and you wondered if he was disappointed. His arm lifted and his finger just barely grazed your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

“So needy, sweet girl,” he lamented and you were back in his arms again. This man hadn’t even kissed you and already had you falling over yourself for him.

His finger lifted your jaw up to him, and his lips caressed yours in a way that almost seemed passionate. It didn’t last long, because soon his tongue was in your mouth and you couldn’t dream of pushing it out even slightly.

He pulled away, giving a silent plea to guide him to the bedroom. Pushing you down gently, he lowered himself to the edge of the bed. He took his time taking off your pants, savoring the moment and ensuring that he planted kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. As he kissed just below your belly button, you felt his eyelashes graze your skin and it gave you butterflies.

You reached down in an effort to remove your underwear but his hands stopped you.

“Leave them on.” They were a light blue color and mostly mesh, and he seemed to like it. Duly noted.

Using his index finger to gently push them to one side, he lowered his head, eyes locked on yours. When his tongue finally made contact with your - at this point, debilitatingly - aching clit, he didn’t immediately delve into you, as what would have been expected. Instead, it almost seemed as if he was testing you. A quick swipe would be followed by complete removal of the organ, and you were getting frustrated.

“Please!” Your shout didn’t fall on deaf ears, and he smirked up at you.

What followed can only be described as the best head you’d ever received in your life, not that there was much of a list. You were sure that nothing could ever top it, though. Your hands made their way into his hair and you almost felt bad about messing it up. When his tongue sped up, however, you no longer cared.

His mouth pulled away and your frustration returned, but he quickly silenced a would-be-remark with the entrance of his fingers inside of you. His tongue was back on your clit and his slender fingers were angled in such a way that they caught that spot inside you you could only reach with a toy.

You heard a grunt when you began pulling on his hair again, not that it slowed him down, and you realized how tightly you were gripping the sheets - and how long it had been since you’d taken a breath. You had begun to shake by the time your orgasm caught up to you, and you were surprised you were still conscious.

You quickly sat up from your spot on the bed, kissing him as hard as you could muster, your hands playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Wanna help me out, mama?” He grabbed one of your hands and guided it to the bulge in his tight jeans. You slunk down off the bed and onto your knees. His hands reached for the button on his pants but, this time, your hands stopped him.

“Oh? Do you wanna do that?” You shuddered at his large hand on your jaw, roaming the area, almost as if he was testing the feeling.

Before you could protest, his index and middle finger were being shoved down your throat, and you gagged loudly, tears springing to your eyes.

“C’mon, know you can take it sweetheart,” he urged, and you wanted nothing more than to impress him, so you took a deep breath through your nose and encouraged his fingers as far down into your throat as they would go.

“Mm, so good for me,” his fingers paused in your mouth and he debated his next words, “can’t wait anymore, mama.”

He brought you back up to his mouth, and he allowed your hands to unbutton his jeans. When he pulled them down, he only allowed them to come just above his knees, letting you know just how frantic he felt.

As he pushed into you, he somehow managed to hit every sensitive spot inside you. You let out a loud moan you were sure your neighbors would complain about and, to stifle yourself, you bit into his shoulder. In response, he pulled your hair back and you thought you may have gone too far.

He searched your eyes for any sign of hesitation before he tapped your jaw. You opened up and he let a trail of spit fall onto your tongue.

“Swallow it for me, pretty girl.” So you did just that.

His fingers alternated between a slow and fast pattern on your clit and you were beginning to hate him a little bit.

“Beg me for it, baby,” his voice was low and husky, and you wanted him to speak to you forever.

You begged him to let you cum, although most it was probably unintelligible mumbling. He kissed you once more and felt you clench around him as you came.

“Please. In my mouth,” you begged, maybe because you wanted to savor the taste of him. Anything to remind you he was real.

He pulled out and began to tug at himself, but you stopped him, preferring to take him in your mouth. Immediately, you took him as deep as you could, not wanting to waste any more time on his release.

A guttural noise escaped his throat as he released into your mouth. He caressed your jaw once more, seemingly proud of you.

He was gone the next morning, though you hadn’t expected him to stay. But when you opened the fridge, you noticed a note on the door you were sure hadn’t been there. There were two things written on it, a phone number and a name - Josh.

You thought long and hard about what to say to him. How do you randomly text the guy who fucked the best you ever had been? Not wanting to sound too clingy, while also still wanting to show interest, you settled on a simple “Hey.”. You almost regretted sending it, until you saw that he had already read it, the bubbles indicating a reply. You were suddenly giddy, until the bubbles disappeared, and then you didn’t hear from him for a week.

It continued like this for four months, and it was fine at first. Simple. Until it wasn’t. Every moment you spent with Josh sent you further into a spiral of falling for him. He was sweet and funny, and, god, could he sing.

In this pattern you had developed with him, he always waited for you to text him first. As hard as it was, one day, you just stopped texting. It occurred to you that he may have almost texted you, you wanted him to, but you never opened that contact again.

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[hannabanana-6]

Best Friends

Bryce and Casey, through Sienna’s POV.

“Bryce! You’re here!” Casey squealed, her face lighting up as she catapulted herself out of the Donahue’s booth their group was crowded into, and launched herself into his arms.

“Woah, Case. Good to see you too.” Bryce laughed as he easily lifted her up and spun her around, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead as he set her back down, subtly placing a steadying arm on Casey’s lower back, which made Sienna smirk; Casey notoriously had awful balance after a few drinks, yet completely refused to admit it.

“Hey, guys. I’m gonna go and grab a drink. Anyone want anything?” Bryce asked the table, his eyes barely flickering away from Casey to give them a nod in greeting.

“Shots!” Jackie cheered.

“Excellent idea. I’ll get a round.” Bryce laughed.

He picked Casey up and plopped her back into the booth, giving her a soft smile that was different from the signature smirk he usually gave everyone else, before he turned to head to the crowded bar.

Sienna, Jackie and Elijah smirked at Casey, but she was oblivious, tipsily humming to herself and nursing her drink, the bright smile that had appeared the moment she caught sight of Bryce still lingering on her lips.

“You are so down bad for Scalpel Jokey.” Jackie said, somehow seeming simultaneously disgusted and gleeful.

Sienna knew that although Jackie pretended to be disgusted by Casey and Bryce’s (admittedly way too common, and often irritating) public displays of affection, Jackie actually didn’t mind - as long as she could tease Casey mercilessly about it.

“We’re friends.” Casey replied as she always did, earning an eye roll from Jackie.

“Me and you don’t make out.” Jackie scoffed.

“Only in your dreams, Varma.” Casey batted her eyelashes flirtatiously towards Jackie, who threw a napkin at her in response.

“Jackie’s right, Case. You like him, like him.” Sienna giggled, imitating her best friend’s lovesick face.

“We’re just- I don’t know. He’s my best friend. I don’t want to screw that up. If things aren’t serious, it’s easier.” Casey admitted, anxiously starting to ball up the napkin Jackie had flung at her.

Sienna threw an arm around Casey and gave Elijah a look, trying to convey that it was time to change the subject.

As Elijah started to ramble about the latest video game he was playing, Sienna let her mind wander to Danny. She got where Casey was coming from, after all, wasn’t that what she was doing with Danny? He liked all the same things as her, he was so kind and sweet, they were such great friends. Sienna knew she wanted more with him, she thought maybe she could be really happy with him. Wayne had hurt her though. He’d seemed sweet and perfect for her once too, but it turned out she’d just been seeing what she wanted to see because she didn’t want to be alone. Maybe some things weren’t worth the risk, maybe she shouldn’t lose the good thing she already had going with Danny.

As Bryce swaggered over, confidently balancing a tray full of tequila shots - way more than one each, Sienna noted - Sienna looked at the way his eyes instantly locked on Casey’s, and they way Casey’s eyes practically seemed to glimmer with joy as she looked at Bryce. She thought of the easy way they joked together, the way they challenged and pushed each other but also the way they unconditionally supported each other and sought comfort in each other, they way they seemed entirely, truly comfortable around each other in a way Sienna thought was really rare. They were each other’s best friend, in the best way possible. A smile tugging at her lips, Sienna pulled out her phone to text Danny.

[silver-rings-and-rabbits]

Open Heart 2 - Chapter 1

Prognosis

Author's Note: Please read 'Landing' to get caught up with the events between books 1 & 2 :)

Matthew focused, furrowing his brow and frowning at his watch, closing off all distractions as the minute hand swept up to…

“Midnight!”

His announcement was met with whoops and cheers from his surrounding friends. He, Jackie, Sienna and Elijah were crowded round a table in Donahue’s beer garden, Bryce emerging from the bar with a tray of drinks that he passed around.

“Looks like I have perfect timing once again.” He took a beer glass for himself and raised it high. “Here’s to kicking ass and running Edenbrook as second year residents.”

The group clinked glasses. Matthew looked around them.

“I’ll always look back fondly on first year. It gave me you guys, after all.”

“How many of those have you had?” Jackie asked, ruffling his hair. Matthew ducked away with a smile.

“Just enough to spill my emotions over this table.”

“One more, and we get him dancing. Drink up, Matthew!”

Matthew couldn’t help laughing as Sienna hopped over to his side of the bench to give him a big hug.

“I can’t believe it’s been a year since we met. So much has happened since then!” she said, her eyes bright.

“You got that right,” Elijah said. His eyes slid to an empty spot on the bench that might once have been occupied by their old roommate, Landry. Or Matthew’s ex, Rafael.

Matthew didn’t miss Landry since he had moved out of the apartment and transferred to Mass Kenmore. It was Rafael he couldn’t move on from.

Someone called Sora had moved back to Boston two months ago, in April. He and Rafael had dated when they were in high school and Matthew didn’t think anything of it…until Rafael thought he might be developing feelings again for Sora and, after thinking it over, decided to break things off with Matthew.

He hadn’t seen it coming. Despite his best efforts to accept things the way they were, he was left hanging. They had been going great, meeting up after work to walk home or into the city. Rafael had integrated himself into the group, which had been the best thing after he said he felt like he didn’t belong. It seemed almost like a joke now.

Matthew glanced over at Sienna, perky and cheerful. She’d had a nightmare last year, but almost had a fling with Danny the nurse. She decided she wanted to take some time for herself and Danny – sweet and understanding – had given her that. They didn’t talk much anymore, but they were doing OK. She hadn’t lost any sleep.

As she laughed with the others now, Matthew wished he had been able to just pick himself up and move on. He had tried: Bryce and Jackie had been his wingman and woman when the opportunity presented itself. But none of his casual dates captured his heart the way Rafael had done. No one else got him dancing in the street. It had felt like what they had was real, but it turned out that Rafael had been waiting for someone else. Even though, for someone he had so much history with, Sora had never once been mentioned.

Matthew shook his head, focusing in on his friends around him.

“I’m proud of us for making it this far together,” he said.

“And with our medical licences intact.”

“Don’t tease him, Jackie! I still have nightmares about that ethics hearing!” Sienna shrieked. Matthew couldn’t tell if she was exaggerating or not.

“Sienna, please stop worrying about me—”

“Of course I worry about you!”

The talk and laughter of the group made Matthew relax. Two months since his break-up and it was still fresh, but time with his best friends made everything easier. It was almost impossible to feel alone.

He didn’t hear the back gate of the beer garden opening, but Elijah’s eyes widened and he sat up in his wheelchair.

“He’s back!”

The group turned to see Dr Ramsey strolling through the garden, pausing as he passed their table.

“Doctors. Rookie.”

A smirk ran round at Matthew’s nickname. It seemed odd to hear it again after two months.

“It’s good to have you back, Dr Ramsey. How was working with the WHO?”

“The conditions were rough, but we achieved what we set out to do. Have a good night you lot.”

He disappeared inside and Elijah whistled.

“I gotta grow a beard like that, then maybe my patients will stop thinking I’m fifteen,” he said, referring to the beard Dr Ramsey was now sporting: there hadn’t been much time to shave when fighting an epidemic in the Amazon.

“Still think we were doing fine without him” Jackie shrugged. Sienna turned to Matthew.

“Are you nervous?”

“About what?”

“Tomorrow’s your first day on the diagnostics team. I would be totally freaking out!”

“Good one, Sienna! If he wasn’t before, he is now!” Jackie laughed. Matthew chuckled too, but truthfully Jackie was closest to the truth. In the midst of his heartbreak, it had been difficult to think too far ahead. Suddenly it was upon him.

“It’ll certainly be a change of pace, juggling the team with my normal cases…and teaching an intern,” he added. Edenbrook had decided they would be running their intern program slightly differently than they did last year: whilst they had had Zaid and Ines monitoring their group, there were enough second year residents and interns coming in to pair them up, one-on-one. Matthew wasn’t sure which option sounded preferable.

“Now that part, I’m looking forward to.” Jackie was in an extremely good mood tonight.

“What, teaching an intern?”

“Yes: teaching them the meaning of fear.”

“Jackie!”

Bryce had been leaning against the tabletop enjoying the conversation, but now he started to laugh.

“I’m so glad surgeons don’t have to deal with this. I get to sit back and relax whilst you all wrangle with mini-versions of yourselves!”

“Mirani and Ramsey think I’m a colossal pain in the ass!” Matthew spluttered suddenly. “I don’t want to be responsible for another me!”

“Now that I’ve gotta see!”

Matthew thunked his head against the table with a groan. Sure, the more doctors the better, but he had not made his residents lives easy last year. He only hoped that, whoever his intern was, they were a stickler for the rules.

A little while later and it was Matthew’s turn to get the next round. The bar was relatively quiet for once, a couple of groups gathered around the pool tables and dartboard, a few more patrons, including Ethan, at the bar counter. The owner – Reggie – was moving fast with a drink order and just nodded at Matthew in acknowledgement. Matthew’s eyes wandered as he waited. There were a number of faces he didn’t recognise and wondered if he might see any of them at orientation tomorrow.

However, there was a doctor he did recognise: Dr Thorne, a plastic surgeon, was leering at a young woman who sipped a bottle of beer and steadily ignored him. Matthew had never had to work with Thorne, but had heard he was notoriously difficult to work with, and was extremely unpopular amongst the nursing staff. Now, as Dr Thorne licked his lips and ran a hand over his hair, Matthew realised he was also a creep.

“And what’s a pretty thing like you doing on her lonesome? You know, I could fix that if you want—”

“Pass.” The woman didn’t even look at him as she took another mouthful of beer. Thorne’s eyes narrowed.

“Wow, you’re kind of uptight. Maybe another drink would loosen you up…”

He trailed his hand down the woman’s back and, in a flash, she had wrenched his hand away and slammed it into the bar with a loud crack that made Thorne cry out. The bar-goers jumped and looked over at the commotion.

Shock had passed over Thorne’s face, then it became humiliation as he noticed the watching crowd, and then fury when he rounded on the woman. She glared back at him, her jaw set in defence.

“You…you broke my hand,” he snarled. “You’ll pay for this you little…”

He shoved her and her dark eyes went wide as she toppled to the floor. The beer bottles on the table shattered around her. As the shards hit the woman’s leg, Matthew leapt forwards and grabbed the back of Thorne’s jacket, stopping him from advancing.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he cried.

“That bitch broke my hand!” Thorne roared in Matthew’s face. “I’m a plastic surgeon! I’m pressing charges! I’m going to sue that bitch to hell and back—”

“Garrett, shut up.” Ethan had come over and slammed a hand on Thorne’s shoulder. “Put your good hand to use and call yourself a cab.”

“Back up, people,” Reggie added, coming through with a brush pan. Meanwhile, the woman was limping out the door.

Matthew thought fast. He ducked behind the counter and grabbed a clean bar rag and a small bottle of grain alcohol.

“Reggie, I’ll bring it back!” he called as he rushed out the door.

“What?” Reggie had completely missed that.

Matthew found the woman outside, half-hidden round the side of the building. She was scowling as she delicately plucked the shards out of her leg. Her black tights were all torn up.

“Hey, are you OK?” Matthew asked, cautiously kneeling beside her. She jumped a little and looked up at him.

“Never better.”

“Let me help you.”

“Why?” The woman tensed slightly.

“Because you need help, and I’m a trained doctor.” They glanced down at her leg which was bleeding steadily. “You don’t have to be alone right now,” Matthew added, softly.

She pursed her lips, and then nodded and offered her leg to Matthew. He soaked the bar rag with alcohol and got to work cleaning the cut, glancing at the woman as he did so. She had shoulder length black hair, thick and wavy, her eyes were heavily lined, and she wore a lot of silver jewellery. She didn’t flinch, even as the fresh alcohol touched her wound.

“I didn’t need saving, you know.”

“I know. But someone had to speak up. From what I know of that guy, he’s a jerk through and through.”

“I messed him up pretty bad, huh?” There was a hint of pride in her voice.

“If you ask me, he got what he deserved,” Matthew said. The woman’s leg relaxed in his hand.

Once the wound was clean and free of glass, Matthew wrapped it in the cloth. It didn’t need stitches, but she would have to be very careful.

“I can take you to Edenbrook and bandage it properly if you want.”

“I’ll be fine.” The woman pulled herself upright without assistance and carefully put weight on her leg. “Thanks,” she added, walking away without looking back and only limping slightly.

Matthew smoothed his hair before returning inside, passing Ethan bundling Thorne into a cab. His friends were grouped by the bar. The glass had been cleaned up. Matthew returned the liquor to Reggie, who declined his offer to pay for what was used.

“What went down, Matthew?” Elijah asked.

“You know Dr Thorne, the plastic surgeon? He wouldn’t leave this woman alone. It got…intense.”

“Ugh,” Jackie grimaced. “I always knew that guy was gross.”

Reggie called for last orders as Ethan returned to the bar. Fear rolled in Matthew’s stomach. Sienna was right, he was suddenly freaking out about starting on the diagnostics team.

“Man,” Elijah yawned. “I’m about twenty minutes away from falling asleep on my wheels.”

“Good thing we can get you home in fifteen then,” Sienna said. “I’ll make us some cocoa to take to bed.”

Bryce sighed dramatically.

“I can’t believe I could be so unfortunate to miss out on moving in with you guys. We could all be up late, drinking cocoa, but instead I have to take myself home and prepare my own cocoa and—”

“Would you like to join us, Bryce?”

“Yes please!”

“So not subtle.” Jackie ribbed Bryce as they left the bar. Matthew said goodbye to Ethan as he followed the others out into the night.

Jackie pushed Elijah’s chair and Sienna and Bryce chatted animatedly during the short walk. Matthew trailed behind a little, his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t help thinking about what Rafael would do if he was here. He most definitely would have intervened to stop Thorne advancing on the woman. And if he wasn’t here, he would be at work, or volunteering somewhere, or seeing his family, but he would still find the time to check in with Matthew. Maybe they’d still be able to walk home together. Even now, Matthew had to admit he still wasn’t quite used to walking without him.

Sienna put cocoa on immediately when they got home, Spooky the chinchilla perched on her shoulder and nibbled her hair. The five of them chatted for a while longer as they drank, then Bryce took his leave and the others retired for the night.

Although the company and warm cocoa soothed his nerves, he still struggled to sleep properly. He tossed and turned in his too-big bed before rising with the sun. There was no point trying to sleep any longer so instead he met Aurora and her suitcase at the T station with a cup of coffee. Today was her official move-in day, after Landry’s agreement had expired. She had spent the last month slowly moving boxes into the apartment, which sat in the room waiting to be unpacked.

“How are you doing?” she asked him as they walked towards the apartment block.

“I’m doing OK,” he said. Aurora nodded sympathetically.

The other roommates were up and about by the time they got back, and they were greeted with big smiles and the smell of food.

“Morning!” Sienna said. “I’m making bacon sandwiches.”

“And I put on a pot of coffee,” Jackie said. “But I see you’d rather bow down to corporate greed and waste your hard-earned money on overpriced, oversugared crap—”

“Chuck my cup away would you, Jackie?” Matthew said, cheerfully, passing his cup into her hands before she could object, and taking Aurora’s case into her new room. Aurora looked on, bemused.

“They do that a lot, but you get used to it,” Elijah said to Aurora. “C’mon, we’ll help you unpack.”

In the few hours they had before work, Aurora instructed them on how she wanted her room organised: her clothes were hung up neatly, her medical textbooks were arranged alphabetically, and her novels organised by genre. A mood lamp sat on her bedside table and fluffy pillows adorned her bed. Elijah arranged various pencil holders on her desk, Matthew arranged the snow globes on her dresser. With thirty minutes to spare, Aurora looked around the small space, happily.

“I can’t believe it all fit! You have a lot of stuff,” Sienna said, serving up the sandwiches.

“Well, it all serves a purpose.”

“Get a sun lamp when you can,” Jackie said. “It gets dark easily on this side.”

“It’s good to have someone filling that room again. It’s about time we replaced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named,” Elijah said as they settled in the living room.

“What happened with that guy—OH MY GOD, A RAT!” Aurora suddenly jumped half a mile into the air, grabbing Matthew’s arm. There was a very brief moment of panic before realising the ‘rat’ was just Spooky. Aurora had just noticed her, sitting on the TV stand.

“That’s Spooky! She’s our chinchilla!” Sienna said. Spooky hopped over for a petting as Aurora looked almost horrified.

“You guys failed to mention you had a free-range chinchilla?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to her,” Matthew said, happily. Spooky was one of the few things that could currently put a genuine smile on his face.

Aurora seemed doubtful as she gave Spooky a suspicious look before turning to the roommates…her roommates.

“I know things weren’t great between us last year, so I want to thank you for agreeing to let me move in.”

“No problem. If the rent’s lowered, I’m happy!” Jackie said, and Aurora smirked a little.

“It’s a new year at work. The perfect opportunity to start afresh,” Matthew reminded everyone. He tried to believe himself. Starting over could be easier said than done.

They walked down the road together, enjoying the summer morning. Second year meant they didn’t have to wear scrubs all the time, so they had all gone shopping for smart new outfits. Matthew had a v-necked sweater and a tie and it strangely made him feel more confident, even if ties weren’t his favourite accessory.

The hospital looked the same as it did every day, but somehow there was something different too. A year ago it had been huge and imposing, but now it was just a place of work. It was probably supposed to be seen as a safe place, but Matthew almost immediately ran into Dr Thorne. His hand was in a brace and he glared at Matthew with a sneer.

“Dr Valentine, is it?”

Matthew looked from Thorne’s injured hand to his face.

“That looks like it hurt,” he noted. Thorne’s eyes went even tighter.

“Believe me, Doctor, it’s just begun to hurt.”

He walked away and Aurora raised her eyebrows.

“Did you do something to piss off Dr Thorne? Watch out for him. Aunt Harper always hated that guy.”

“Wait, really?”

“Uh…you didn’t hear that from me!” Aurora hissed as they joined up with the rest of the second years for the Chief of Medicine’s welcome.

Harper Emery, Aurora’s aunt, had been Chief last year before deciding to return to Neurosurgery. In her place stood Dr Naveen Banerji, welcoming the residents with a kind smile. He had completed his recovery from the bacteriophage that Matthew had diagnosed, and was now standing without the assistance of a cane. He gave Matthew a sly wink when he caught his eye.

“Welcome back to another year at Edenbrook Hospital!” Banerji addressed his residents. “Now, I have called you all here because today Edenbrook will have a very special guest.”

“Please be John Carpenter…” Elijah muttered as Harper Emery joined Dr Banerji.

“The Governor of Massachusetts will touring the hospital ahead of a state budget meeting and it’s important that we show her the excellent work we do here in order to preserve both our funding and our not-for-profit status for the future,” Naveen said.

“In short, people,” Harper continued. “We need everyone working at the top of their game today. No mistakes…now go and do what you do best,” she added with a smart smile to a brief applause before the crowd dispersed.

“We’ve got an hour before the interns start,” Elijah said, checking his watch.

“I can’t believe they’re starting at 10AM when we were here at the crack of dawn last year.” Jackie rolled her eyes.

Matthew loosened his tie a little.

“Well, I should make myself useful and find the diagnostics team.”

“Good luck in the big pond, little fish!” Jackie called after him.

Matthew took the lift up to the seventh floor. He hadn’t come up here very often in his intern year, but he knew it tended to be reserved for diagnostic patients, those with rarer diseases, and a few end-of-life care cases.

The office was located on a wide corridor, on the same side as the main entrance to the building, made with a glass door and large windows. Matthew could see the interactive whiteboard and a round table, as well as a smart mahogany desk.

Matthew exhaled as he finally entered the room, taking it all in. He had worked for this. He had earned this.

“I’m really here,” he said softly.

“Hey, me too.”

Matthew jumped as he whipped round to see a small, black leather sofa where he hadn’t noticed the older doctor reading a medical journal. He jumped again when he noticed the doctor’s face.

“Zaid?!”

The man in front of him looked exactly like Zaid apart from the glasses, and the fact that he had combed his hair until it spiked upwards, and wore a t-shirt, something Zaid never did. If this was Zaid, he was having one hell of a nervous breakdown.

“Ah,” the doctor chuckled. “I take it you’re one of my twin brother’s residents.”

He held out a hand for Matthew to shake. He was still coming down from the shock.

“Baz Mirani’s the name, immunology’s the game. Slash specialty.”

“Sorry, I didn’t even know Zaid had a twin.”

“Well, for some reason, he prefers to go out of his way to pretend we’re not related.” Baz suddenly laughed. “Did you know when I applied for med school, he said he was going to be a teacher? He taught third-graders for a while!”

“I’d like to see that,” Matthew said.

“But he couldn’t resist his love of medicine for long, hence I’m a few years ahead of him, career-wise. When I heard he got into Edenbrook, I transferred over here too!”

“I bet he loved that.”

“He did not,” Baz gave Matthew an odd look, then grinned sheepishly. “Right, you were being sarcastic. I don’t really pick up on sarcasm. June does though, hi June,” he added.

Matthew turned to see a tall, thin woman with long, shiny, black hair, entering the office. He had seen her before, during rounds last year. She gave Matthew a welcoming smile.

“Dr Valentine, I presume?” she said, with a lovely English accent. “I’m Dr June Hirata, psychologist and consultant neurologist.”

“Pleased to meet you, Dr Hirata.”

“Call me June. We’re all friends here.”

Matthew smiled. The two of them seemed friendly and neither of them appeared to be judging his age or experience. He had been prepared for uptight doctors who looked down their nose at him, and condescendingly told him to make coffee.

“Introductions done?” Dr Ramsey had just walked in. “Good. We have work to do.” He had shaved the beard and looked surprisingly fresh-faced for someone who had flown back from the Amazon just the night before. “We have an incoming patient from Manhattan Presbyterian.”

Ethan stuck a CT scan to the whiteboard as Baz and June took seats at the table. Matthew did the same.

“Describe the patient?” Baz asked.

Matthew prepared to take notes.

“Male, aged 45, Asian-American,” Ethan said. He was writing faster than Matthew.

“Symptoms?” June asked

“He presented with a fever, vomiting and diarrhoea, and was treated for the flu. He returned several days later with enlarged lymph nodes, abdominal pain and a rash on his shoulder.”

Matthew raced to keep up.

“What did his former doctors think it was?”

“Hodgkins Lymphoma.”

“Amateurs. And his blood?”

Matthew gave up trying to take notes. The other three doctors were blazing through theories and questions much too fast. He tried to say something, but couldn’t think of what hadn’t already been asked, and then when he did, someone else asked it before he opened his mouth.

Matthew swallowed, feeling a little sick. Maybe he wasn’t ready for this. Jackie had joked that she’d be able to take his place if he couldn’t do it and now he was starting to worry if she should be the one sitting here, not him. Maybe it was just a fluke that he’d diagnosed Dr Banerji, especially since the initial idea had come to him without him really thinking about it…

Matthew shook his head and refocused on the conversation. Getting caught up in his insecurities wouldn’t help anyone. He stopped worrying about notes and listened to the rapid-fire question and answer session.

“Six months ago he was admitted again with flu-like symptoms and a rash on his arm.”

“That could be the key, did they biopsy it?”

“They didn’t.”

“Any history of dermatitis?”

“Was he on any medications prior to being admitted?”

“No and no.” Ethan was writing it all down.

“It could be cutaneous Kikuchi disease,” June said.

“The symptoms do add up,” Baz nodded.

“I agree.” Ethan turned to look at them with a satisfied smile.

Matthew tried to wrap his head around how they had just diagnosed a patient they hadn’t even seen so quickly when Danny knocked on the door.

“Doctors.” He shot a quick smile to Matthew, who returned it. “Your patient has arrived.”

“Thank you, Danny,” Ethan nodded. “OK. Dr Valentine, run a biopsy on the patient’s rash. If we’re correct, we’ll begin the patient on a treatment plan of nonsteroidal, anti-inflammatories and prednisone.”

“And if we’re wrong?” Matthew asked, hesitantly.

“We’ll re-evaluate.”

“But we won’t need to,” June said, confidently.

“Team dismissed,” Ethan said. “I’ll page you if I need you.”

Matthew felt a little dizzy as Ethan returned to the desk and Baz and June prepared to leave. Baz chuckled and squeezed Matthew’s shoulder reassuringly.

“I made a similar face when I first joined the team,” he said. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”

He walked away with a kind smile. Matthew watched him leave for a minute, before turning back to Ethan, who was already updating the patient file on the computer.

“You should have time to run that biopsy before you have to meet your intern,” he said. “You’ll need to get used to balancing work here with your resident duties. Now that you’re a second year, that will include free rotations at the clinic.”

“Yes, Dr Ramsey,” Matthew murmured. His head continued to spin and the reminder of his other work didn’t help. “Erm…will we always diagnose patients before seeing them?”

“No. But we could have patients coming in from around the world at a moment’s notice, and it’s a good idea to keep our diagnostic skills sharp.”

He looked away from the screen and up at Matthew, frowning a little. Matthew shifted on the spot, glancing away.

“Is everything alright, Matthew?”

Matthew bit his lip, then asked, “How are you so sure you made the right diagnosis?”

“We’re not,” Ethan said, unhelpfully. “But in medicine the most logical answer is the correct one. In this case, the most logical answer was Hodgkins Lymphoma.”

“But the other team already eliminated that.”

“Correct. So we took it off the board and considered the next most logical answer. The patient has a persistent rash, so paired with the symptoms presented, the most logical answer is Kikuchi disease. As to how, I’m not sure, so you’ll be running the biopsy. Never just assume we are correct; arrogance fails us as doctors.”

“So…I should use logic and be humble.” It sounded too simple when he put it like that but, as Matthew thought it through, the approach made a lot more sense.

“Read journals too,” Ethan nodded. “I want you to turn yourself into a walking disease encyclopaedia. You can’t diagnose if you don’t study up. These patients wouldn’t have been referred to us if they had a more common disease.”

“Got it.”

Matthew relaxed as he read the teams qualifications framed on the wall. The prospect of the workload didn’t phase him, he was used to burying himself in books. Besides, it’s not like he had a partner taking up his time.

“So, what did you think of the team?” Ethan asked. “It was myself, June and Baz working with Naveen last year before he put himself out of pasture.”

Matthew snorted. “You mean, became Chief of Medicine.”

“Yes, that’s what I said.”

Matthew chuckled. “Well, June really knows her stuff. And Baz seems really cool. He was here before I was and we got chatting.”

“He’s actually hard not to like,” Ethan said. “Walking proof that genetics aren’t everything.”

“Apparently Zaid wasn’t thrilled that he transferred over here.”

“He cleared it with the old chief before the transfer was approved…although I’ve heard a rumour that it was Baz pretending to be Zaid.”

Matthew spluttered. The idea was ridiculous and he had to know whether or not it was true. He had been a twin, but fraternal twins didn’t have the advantage of pretending to be the other.

“How are you feeling?” Ethan asked suddenly.

“…Like a clueless intern all over again.”

Ethan sat back in his chair.

“You are clueless, comparatively speaking. Don’t forget, you’re only just into your second year of residency. Now you’re competing with a collective thirty years’ experience. But you’ll rarely find a better opportunity to learn. If it inspires you to be a better doctor, that’s how you should feel.”

After two months of living one day at a time, not being able to eat properly, and interrupted sleep, it was a very welcome reminder of what he was supposed to be doing. He didn’t need a romantic partner to be a good doctor. He had thought like that all through med school and he would start thinking like that again.

“Thanks Ethan.”

“You’re welcome.”

Matthew rushed down the stairs to the atrium, where he was supposed to be ten minutes ago. The pep talk and biopsy had taken longer than he thought, and then the lift had taken too long so he had opted for the stairs.

A group of fresh-faced interns stood in a cluster with expressions that ranged from fear to eagerness. The second-year residents faced them with expressions ranging from welcoming (Sienna), to nerves (Elijah), to apprehension (Jackie).

“Nice of you to join us, Valentine,” Zaid said, dryly.

It was extremely disorienting, switching from Baz to Zaid. Matthew looked back at him, trying to picture the two of them growing up together as brothers. Zaid glared back.

“Why are you making that face?”

“…No reason.”

Ines clapped her hands together, commanding the attention of the room.

“As I was saying,” she said, bright as ever. “We need everyone on top form during the governor’s visit, so second-years, please keep a close eye out for your interns and, interns, ask for help if and when you need. Don’t suffer in silence!”

“While the likely outcome is ‘unmitigated disaster’, we’re gonna shoot for the stars and aim for ‘mitigated disaster’.” Zaid glared at the group. “If anyone so much as sneezes too loudly, I’ll personally write a ten-page recommendation transferring both of you to a hospital in Antarctica.”

Matthew just about caught the whispers exchanged between Elijah and Jackie. Elijah was actually tempted by Zaid’s offer, and Jackie questioned the sensibility of having the governor visit on the same day a large group of inexperienced doctors were having their very first day on the job.

As the new Chief Resident, Zaid went down a list of residents and introduced them to their interns. Aurora was introduced to Dr Talia Evans, a woman with a blonde bob who instantly asked if she was related to Harper Emery. Aurora smiled and confirmed she was, but her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched.

Elijah cautiously wheeled himself forward to meet Dr Sothy Youen, a wiry intern with a mass of curly black hair. He seemed excited and referred to the two of them as Batman and Oracle. He panicked in case Elijah took it as a wheelchair joke, but it just so happened that Elijah loved Oracle.

Sienna bounced over to meet a strong jawed, strapping intern by name of Dr Mitch Keller. She welcomed him warmly. He towered over her and visibly fought not to laugh at the prospect of Sienna being his boss. Matthew frowned. Sienna could stand up for herself, but he had a bad feeling.

Finally his name was called and he stepped forward to meet Dr Esme Ortega.

Matthew’s jaw dropped when a small woman stepped to the front of the crowd. Her dark hair was thick and wavy, her eyes were thickly outlined, and her short sleeved scrubs revealed a tattoo around her bicep. Around twelve hours ago, Matthew had watched her break the hand of a powerful plastic surgeon.

“You’re my intern?” he said, stunned.

“Guess so. Hi, Dr Valentine.”

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-Slasher/Horror Masterslist-

(Anything horror or of the spooky genre including kid friendly spooky movies such as Ghostbusters, Monster High, ect)

Moodboards

Caregiver!Stu Macher & Billy Loomis (Scream)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Michael Myers (Halloween)

Caregiver!Thomas Sharpe (Crimson Peak)

Caregiver!Stu Macher & Billy Loomis (Scream)

Regressor!Jason Voorhees (Friday 13th)

Caregiver!Laurie Strode (Halloween)

Little Shop of Horrors Themed StimBoard

Caregiver!Ed & Lorraine Warren (The Conjuring)

FNAF StimBoard (Five Nights At Freddie's)

Caregiver!Michael Myers StimBoard (Halloween)

Caregiver!Stu Macher & Billy Loomis StimBoard (Scream)

Caregiver!Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep)

Regressor!Stu Macher (Scream)

Caregiver!William Afton (FNAF Movie)

Luke Nightingale (Daniel Isn't Real)

Beetlejuice Moodboard

Regressor!Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep)

Regressor!Tatum Riley (Scream)

Caregiver!Ellen Ripley (Alien)

Caregiver!Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

Caregiver!The Creature StimBoard (Lisa Frankenstein)

Caregiver!Danny Torrance StimBoard (Dr Sleep)

Caregiver!Michael Myers (Halloween)

Regressor!Billy The Puppet (Saw)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Thin Man (Little Nightmares)

Regressor!Heather Donahue (The Blair Witch Project)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler StimBoard (Ghostbusters)

Caregiver!Ellen Ripley StimBoard (Alien)

Story/Fanfics

Headcannons

Caregiver!Michael Myers Headcannons (Halloween)

Caregiver!Slenderman Headcannons (Creepy pasta)

Core 4 Classification Headcannons (Scream 5 & 6)

Caregiver!Danny Torrance Headcannons (Doctor Sleep)

Caregiver!Ellen Ripley Headcannons (Alien)

Caregiver!Egon Spengler Headcannons (Ghostbusters)

Playlists

Art

DNI Banner

Stu Macher (Scream)

Danny Torrance (Dr Sleep)

Foxy (Five Nights At Freddie's)

Mike Schmitt (FNAF Movie)

Joey & The Creature (Abigail & Lisa Frankenstein)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Ellen Ripley (Alien)

Ethan Landry & Chad Meeks-Martin (Scream)

Thin Man (Little Nightmares)

Ghostbusters

Paci Icon

Mindy Meeks Martin (Scream 5 & 6)

Ethan Landry (Scream 6)

Tatum Riley (Scream)

Tara Carpenter (Scream 5 & 6)

Joseph Oda (Evil Within)

Joey & Sammy (Abigail)

Lisa Swallows (Lisa Frankenstein)

Taffy (Lisa Frankenstein)

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher (Scream)

The Creature (Lisa Frankenstein)

Edward Scissorhands

Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

Amanda Young (Saw)

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Role Models

Two salesmen trash a company truck on an energy drink-fueled bender. Upon their arrest, the court gives them a choice: do hard time or spend 150 service hours with a mentorship program. After one day with the kids, however, jail doesn’t look half bad. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Wheeler: Seann William Scott Danny Donahue: Paul Rudd Beth: Elizabeth Banks Augie Farks: Christopher…

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Me, innocently deciding to watch a Sesame Street video from my childhood only to discover it has:

John Candy

Andrea Martin

Jane Curtain

Robert MacNeil

Gladys Knight (and the Pips)

MADELINE KAHN

Joe Williams

Phil Donahue

LADYSMITH BLACK MAMBAZO

Celia Cruz

Itzhak Perlman

Gordon Jackson

Jean Marsh

Paul Simon

TAP DANCING JEREMY IRONS

SWING DANCING RHEA PERLMAN AND DANNY DEVITO

Barbara Walters

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Watertown Remembers the Chaos, Concern and Celebrations During the Shootout & Search for the Marathon Bomber

**One thing they always seem to conveniently forget though is that Donahue was hit by friendly fire because everybody and their brother (forgive the terrible pun) were shooting every which way with no one in charge. They hit more cars and apartment walls than anything**

It seems like ages ago and at the same time just like yesterday that Watertown was rocked by gunfire and explosions, then went into lockdown as police scoured homes and yards for the Boston Marathon Bomber, before locating and capturing him in a boat parked in Franklin Street.

On April 19, 2023, the 10th anniversary of the Watertown Shootout and Manhunt, Watertown News is sharing the memories of readers of that monumental day in our community.

The area was already on edge. On April 15, two bombs went off at the Boston Marathon finish line and the culprits remained at large.

When the Marathon Bombing occurred, Jade Burke, who grew up in Watertown, was at the South Shore Hospital with a person from a group home for whom she cared.

“We were in the emergency room. We were locked down in the hospital for hours. We weren’t even allowed to step outside. We finally got an all clear to go home later that night. It was an incredibly stressful day,” she said. “The unit we were on had a group from the hospital running the marathon that day. I remember screams, crying, people pacing, watching the news. Trying to get their friends/colleagues on the phone just to know they were safe.”

Burke’s family has lived in a two family home in the East End for nearly 100 years.

“It was always such a quiet, safe place. It’s always been home. I’ve never felt fear in the confines of this town. Not until that day,” Burke recalled.

Late on the afternoon of April 18, the FBI released images of the photo in the media. On the evening of April 18, MIT Police Officer Sean Collier had been shot in his car by the Bombing suspects, later identified as Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. After killing Collier, the Tsarnaevs carjacked a Mercedes SUV in Cambridge, and the driver, Danny Meng, got away when they stopped at a gas station.

Shortly after midnight on April 19, Watertown Police officer Joseph Reynolds located the Mercedes wanted by Cambridge Police in connection with the carjacking.

The car stopped at the intersection of Dexter Avenue and Laurel Street in East Watertown. Tamerlan Tsarnaev got out of the car, and began shooting at Reynolds and Sgt. John MacLellan, who had arrived to assist in the traffic stop. The two officers fired back, along with others who responded to the reports of “shots fired.”

Between 200-300 shots were fired, and the Tsarnaev brothers threw at least one pressure cooker bomb and five homemade grenades, three of which exploded.

Liza Ketchum, who was living on Arthur Terrace, awoke to the sound of sirens and explosions.

“Looking out our bedroom window we saw someone lying down on Adams Street,” Ketchum said. “We heard the shots that resulted in the death of one bomber and serious injuries to one policeman, a few blocks away.”

Elaine Shore was living at 489 Mt Auburn St. at the time, which was close to the action.

“I could hear the cops saying to the (Tsarnaev) brothers ‘get down get down’ and then heard pop pop pop,” Shore said.

Watertown Police Officer Tim Menton recalled he was working a road detail at a National Grid project nearby, and raced over when he heard about the shootout. During the firefight, MBTA Transit Police Officer Dic Donohue was hit in the leg by a bullet and lost lots of blood. Menton’s brother Pat, who is a Watertown Firefighter, was one of the first on the scene, arriving in an ambulance.

Firefighters and police tried to save Donohue. Tim Menton recalls jumping behind the wheel of the ambulance with Donohue inside. He drove to Mount Auburn Hospital while Firefighters Patrick Menton and Jimmy Caruso, along with State Trooper Chris Dumont, were in the back trying to save Donohue. Transit Police Officer Luke Kitto rode along as a passenger. Donohue survived.

Tamerlan had been wounded in the shootout, but his brother Dzhokhar had jumped into a vehicle to flee. As he drove away he ran over Tamerlan, narrowly missing officers who were trying to take him into custody.

With Dzhokhar on the loose, hundreds of officers from around the area arrived. They cordoned off 20 blocks in the East End to begin the search for Tsarnaev.

At the time, Burke lived in Brockton. She suddenly awoke in the early hours of the 19th, her heart racing, and she suddenly had a bad feeling. She turned on the TV to see breaking news that a bomb had gone off in Watertown and she immediately recognized the area.

“It was a few blocks from my family’s home. From my Mother. My daughter,” Burke said. “One suspect was dead, the other had fled. They were canvassing trying to find him. I began to feel sick to my stomach.”

She ran to the phone to call her Mother.

“She had been woken by an explosion of some sort, gun fire. She wasn’t sure what it was. I told her to lock the doors. Turn on the news,” Burke said. “We couldn’t believe what was transpiring just blocks away. The suspect had to be hiding somewhere. We have a large backyard with a shed. I told my Mom not to let the dog out. Stay inside. Keep the phone near you.”

Not everyone knew what was going on, even people living near the action, like Andrew Anderson, who was a couple blocks away on School Street.

“I never heard the gunshots, but the robo calls started soon after — they woke us up, and I couldn’t sleep for the remainder of the day,” Anderson said. “At one point there was about 50 police officers in front of my house with guns drawn, motioning for me to get away from the window. They set up a command post next door to me, but never once came to knock on my door, or check my garage, never searched my house.”

News spread fast Cynthia Wentz was on vacation in Florida on the day of the Marathon Bombing, which she noted was just one tragedy that occurred when she was on vacation. Others include 9/11 and the Virginia Tech Shootings. She had no idea what was going on in her hometown as she sat in her rental condo.

“I can remember how dismaying and disorienting it was to get the robo calls from the WPD in the middle of the night — no details other than a ‘shelter in place’ order,” Wentz said. “More worried phone calls the following day from friends and family near and far to see if we were OK. My husband and I are abutters to the Whitney Woods: I remember anxiously wondering if the bomber chose that location to hide. Seemed like a good idea to me!”

As day broke, Gov. Deval Patrick declared that Watertown, and surrounding communities, were in lockdown and people should shelter in place.

Anne Civetta was also away that weekend, having gone to visit her boyfriend in Syracuse. She had to stay there due to the lockdown.

“My neighbor called in a panic wondering how to pick up her husband from his return flight to Boston. It felt surreal and disconnected not to be able to go home!” Civetta said.

Ketchum and her family were locked in her East End house all day.

“At one point, when State Police were standing in our alley, we realized that no one had checked the small yards behind our houses,” Ketchum said. “Was our bulkhead closed? We didn’t dare go to the basement. We peeked out our door and asked them to check. They found our yards were clear.”

Westside resident Joan Gumbleton remembers the “extreme concern” that everyone had when they learned one of the suspects was somewhere in Watertown.

“I spent quite a bit of time on my front porch in the West End so I could look out to see if I saw anything,” Gumbleton said. “I saw a young guy ride by on a bike when no one else was on the street and I thought that probably wasn’t a wise idea for his family to allow him to do this.”

During lockdown Lily Rayman Read was in the Winter Street apartment in which she lived with her family at the time.

Burke had to wait impatiently as law enforcement scoured the town looking for Tsarnaev.

“You can’t imagine my terror as a parent not being able to get to your child after something like this happens,” she said. “To add to things there is a potentially armed bomber on the loose, who knows what this guy would do if he got into our yard/shed/house. I know everyone felt about the same.”

She called multiple times to check on her mother and daughter.

“They talked about officers that looked like the SWAT team walking up and down the streets with assault rifles. At one point my mother poked her head out to ask one of them about letting the dog out and they yelled at her to “get back inside!” Burke said. “Armored vehicles and police cars rolled up and down the street. Officers in full gear marched through our backyard, clearing it for any signs of life. It was surreal.”

“So it is something I will never forget,” she said.

Late on the afternoon of the 19th, the announcement came that the lockdown had been lifted. Like many people, Anderson got out of the house. Soon after, Franklin Street resident Dave Henneberry saw something awry with his boat, looked inside and found Tsarnaev.

“When the shelter-in-place order was lifted, I went out to get smokes and drove up Walnut Street just as they discovered the boat,” he said. “I was surrounded in seconds by police, I quickly made a U-turn and went the other way. I lost a day’s pay because I wasn’t allowed to leave. I also worked in the Fenway, and was at work on Marathon Monday and heard the bomb, and it was chaos trying to drive home that day, because I had to go towards Copley Sq to get around the marathon route … I’ll certainly never forget it.”

After Tsarnaev was found in the boat, police surrounded the area. Law enforcement fired into the boat and at 8:42 p.m. Tsarnaev was taken into custody.

“Eventually everyone was allowed out after what seemed like forever,” Burke said. ” The final showdown happened and the second bomber was located in the boat. It was a relief. That night I drove to pick up my daughter. I was so happy to see her, that she was safe. I was so happy it was over. It was a week on edge for everyone in the community.”

Gina Consolini shared:

What a terrible day it was for the dear people of Watertown.

My heart went out to everyone there.

It was so scary for everyone concerned.

I prayed so hard they would find the bombers.

Law enforcement along with the residents of Watertown did.

After the capture of the Marathon Bomber, Watertown suddenly appeared on TV sets across the globe. Ketchum heard from family and friends from near and far.

“What amazed us was how far the news traveled. Our close friends in Nairobi, Kenya, who had visited us in the past, recognized the Town Diner on their TV coverage. They called to see if we were OK,” she said. “My brother, in Connecticut, heard the news that the bomber had been found in the boat before we did. He called to find out if we were close (we weren’t). But we threw a bag of clothes together, dashed to our car, and skipped town, as did other neighbors on the alley. For many months afterwards, a car’s backfire could bring it all back.”

Shore was interviewed about her experiences.

“As I speak Hebrew I was also contacted by Israeli radio and did a couple of interviews about the Marathon bombing,” she said.

Gumbleton said she will always be grateful to the police who risked their lives and captured the Marathon Bombers.

“As we all know, there was so much confusion during this whole event and our police acted so bravely and quickly to be out there to protect us,” Gumbleton said. “When there are times when police are blamed for situations, hopefully we’ll all remember this event and similar ones where they put their lives on the line for us in terrifying situations and show them our appreciation.”

Watertown Cable looks back 10 years

On the 10th anniversary of these events, WCA-TV will look back at Watertown Cable’s news coverage and some local ceremonies in recognition of Watertown’s first responders in the months following the 2013 Boston Marathon. You’ll see interviews with Police Chief Ed Deveau and Fire Chief Mario Orangio the week following the shootout, a first responders’ ceremony at Perkins School for the Blind, and much more.

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Indie Country Music Up & Comer Seth Alexander Set To Release “Till Your Boots Are Dirty”

Nashville-based singer-songwriter and indie country recording artist Seth Alexander (Platform EightyNine Music) announced the scheduled release of his newest single “Till Your Boots Are Dirty.”* Penned by Nashville songwriters Danny Wells, Billy Croft and Richard Donahue, and co-produced by Donahue/Next Level Entertainment (Nashville, TN), the track will be available via all digital retail outlets and streaming platforms Friday, March 17, 2023. (Presale/pre-save event begins March 3, 2023; digital services provided by Ed Gertler/Digital Streaming Services.) Signature guitar licks keep steady time with hard-hitting percussion to drive home matter-of-fact lyrics that reinforce a storyline staking claim to a prideful rural recognition earned. The mid-tempo leads toward a dancefloor favorite. “I come from a small farm town in Idaho; when I initially heard the demo, it just hit home for me,” said New Plymouth, Idaho native, Seth Alexander. “Working a farm or a ranch is not a trend; you have to live the lifestyle to really understand it. Wearing dirty boots comes with the territory, and that dirt carries a lot of prideful weight.” YOU AIN’T COUNTRY  TIL YOU HELP YOUR NEIGHBOR LEND A HAND DO A FAVOR TAKE UP THE SLACK GIVE SOMETHING BACK YOU AIN’T COUNTRY  TIL YOUR FOUR-WHEEL PLOW BEHIND THE TRACTOR BREAKS SOME GROUND  AND STIRS UP SOME DUST  YEAH THAT’S A MUST YOU AIN’T COUNTRY TIL  YOU STUCK YOUR TRUCK, KNEE-DEEP OUT IN THE MUD WAY BACK IN THE STICKS THAT’S HOW IT IS LATE TO BED AND BACK UP EARLY YOU AIN’T COUNTRY NO TIL YOUR BOOTS ARE DIRTY The corresponding “Till Your Boots Are Dirty” lyric video will be available March 23, 2023. Track Info Artist: Seth Alexander Song Title: “Till Your Boots Are Dirty” Label: Platform EightyNine Music Written by: Danny Wells/Billy Croft/Richard Donahue Produced by:  Richard Donahue Distribution by: Ed Gertler/Digital Retail Streaming Services Release Date: March 17, 2023 Presale/Pre-Save Event: March 3, 2023 Run Time: 3:09 ABOUT The Oregon-born dream seeker moved to Music City in 2018. Within 12 months of Seth Alexander’s arrival, his day job landed him a chance to meet with one of Nashville’s respected producers, Richard Donahue. Donahue, who was a former band member of The Accents (signed to RCA Records for 12 years), transitioned to artist development and production. The two quickly developed camaraderie. The working relationship brought Seth into the studio where he recorded alongside the likes of Kerry Marx (Musical Director for the Grand Ole Opry), Catherine Marx and Tommy Harden (Reba’s keyboard player and drummer) and Tony King (harmony vocalist for Brooks and Dunn). Seth’s musical tastes were influenced early on by the tunes that sang from the car stereo of his granddad’s old red Datsun (Haggard, Jones, Keith Whitley, George Strait and Garth), and “cousin Bobby” who played at fairs and festivals, and carried Seth in tow. Seth learned to play guitar as a six-year-old on an instrument that his granddad bought for him at a garage sale. Honing his song craft, Seth took cues from Bobby and two of his favorite songwriters, Craig Wiseman and Jeffrey Steele. An active member of the Music City community, Seth maintains a steady writing appointment schedule with some of Nashville’s finest; he’s performed at notable venues including The Local, Live Oak and Commodore Grille. He released two original tunes in 2022 (“Millionaire” and “Neon Bar”); the corresponding “Millionaire” music video debuted on The Country Network. Read the full article

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Indie Country Music Up & Comer Seth Alexander Set To Release "Till Your Boots Are Dirty"

Nashville-based singer-songwriter and indie country recording artist Seth Alexander (Platform EightyNine Music) announced the scheduled release of his newest single “Till Your Boots Are Dirty.”* Penned by Nashville songwriters Danny Wells, Billy Croft and Richard Donahue, and co-produced by Donahue/Next Level Entertainment (Nashville, TN), the track will be available via all digital retail outlets and streaming platforms Friday, March 17, 2023. (Presale/pre-save event begins March 3, 2023; digital services provided by Ed Gertler/Digital Streaming Services.) Signature guitar licks keep steady time with hard-hitting percussion to drive home matter-of-fact lyrics that reinforce a storyline staking claim to a prideful rural recognition earned. The mid-tempo leads toward a dancefloor favorite. “I come from a small farm town in Idaho; when I initially heard the demo, it just hit home for me,” said New Plymouth, Idaho native, Seth Alexander. “Working a farm or a ranch is not a trend; you have to live the lifestyle to really understand it. Wearing dirty boots comes with the territory, and that dirt carries a lot of prideful weight.” YOU Read the full article

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