#Paul Langley

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Sucks when your fandoms or favourite characters don’t have fanfics so you either need to take one for the team and write them instead of reading or suffer in silence.

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Anyone else think Paul had a crush on Bolton. I don’t think Bolton liked him like that but eh

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Jealousy (TransFem Paul X Bolton)

In the bustling hallways of Waterloo Road, emotions ran as wild as the students themselves. Among them, Paul Langley, a bright trans femme student, glided gracefully, her confidence shining through her every step. She had always been proud of who she was, but today, a certain aura surrounded her, drawing the attention of many.

Bolton Smilie, typically the heartthrob of the school, found himself strangely drawn to Paul’s newfound confidence. He had known Paul for years, but today, he couldn’t help but notice the way her smile seemed to light up the room, the way her laughter danced like music in the air.

As they passed in the hallway, their eyes met. But before Bolton could speak, another student, a charming young man named Jason, stepped into Paul’s path.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” Jason purred, flashing a charming smile. “You’re looking stunning today.”

Paul’s cheeks flushed pink, a shy smile gracing her lips. She was used to compliments, but there was something about Jason’s gaze that made her heart flutter.

Bolton’s jaw clenched at the sight, an unfamiliar feeling stirring within him. He had never felt jealous before, but watching someone else flirt with Paul ignited a fire in him that he couldn’t ignore.

“Thanks, Jason,” Paul replied, her voice soft but filled with warmth. “You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

Bolton’s fists tightened at his sides as he watched the exchange, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to march over and claim Paul as his own, to tell Jason to back off and leave her alone. But he remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away.

As the day went on, Bolton found himself stealing glances at Paul whenever he could. He watched as she laughed with her friends, her smile radiant and infectious. And with each passing moment, the feeling of jealousy burned hotter within him.

Finally, unable to contain his emotions any longer, Bolton approached Paul as she stood by her locker, a thoughtful expression on her face.

“Hey, Paul,” he began, his voice hesitant but determined. “Can we talk?”

Paul turned to face him, her eyes curious but welcoming. “uh yeah Of course, Bolton. What’s up?”

Bolton took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. “I... I couldn’t help but notice earlier, when Jason was flirting with you. And...” He paused, his words catching in his throat.

“And what?” Paul prompted, her brow furrowing with concern.

Bolton met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Paul’s expression softened as she took a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to gently touch his arm “And do you like him.”

“I don't know, he's attractive but i don't really know him.”

"He's hot alright" One of Paul's friends had said laughing with the rest

Paul turns to her and lightly slaps her "shut it... is there anything else"

"yeah I... want to come round tonight I've scored some alcohol"

"Yeah I'd love to. see you then Bolton" She smiled up at him, as he walked away her friends joked and laughed at the awkward interaction.

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When the storm rocks.

Twelve years old. Paul was twelve when he uncle beat him to tears and shoved him heartlessly into a cupboard.

"And fucking stay there," his uncle's gravely voice would echo through the tight space. Ringing in and out the shaking boys head. "And quit that crying before I give you something to really cry about!" Twelve years old and Paul slapped his hand over his mouth to force back the sobs. Shaking in nothing more than thin pyjamas, blood soaking onto the man untied themed fabric. Red bleeding through red, damp patches blotting the while as tears ran through his fingers and landing on the t-shirt.

Paul was twelve years old when he faced his first thunderstorm without his mother. Scared and alone, locked in a cupboard, bleeding and silently begging for help. A crack of thunder, shaking the foundations of the house, rattling the hinges and scaring the boy shitless.

"please, I'll be good! Dermott please!" The child screams, banging on the wooden panel, scratching at the hinges and kicking his surroundings as hard as he could in the cramped space. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark hole, until a flash of blue light slipped through the cracks, ripping away his senses and returning him to a never ending darkness.

The little lad, not being released until morning, getting tugged out by his hair and pushed into his room to get changed for school.

Nearly 15, Paul is safe far from his abusive uncle. Paul has been living with Eddie Lawson, his foster father, for the past six months. It was surprising to the pair at how fast the new dynamic clicked so easily, Eddie effortlessly adjusting into the role of a loving father once again; and Paul feeling safer than he could ever remember.

It was 2:45 am, when Paul was groggily woken up by harshly slapping rain, patting against the glass of his windows. A thick drumming like when water spills from a bath and hits the tiles floors, Paul groans and rubs his face into his duvet.

"Shut the fuck up," he mumbles to himself, his hand fumbling over his bedside table lazily until a soft click of his fingernails hit a glass of water. Slowly dragging himself up just enough to down the glass without it spilling all over it. Reaching slowly to put it back safely before gasping as a sudden light flashed through the gaps in his curtains. The glass falling from between his finger's, bouncing off the boys carpet twice. Thud thud CRASH. A loud bang of thunder funneling through Paul's room. Knocking a breath from his chest he didn't realise he was holding. Quickly scrambling out of his bed, tripping over the glass into the wall, managing to flick his light on as he fell. Landing on the floor, just in time to see another blue flash seeping through the gaps in his curtains. Backing himself into the corner, watching his curtains with wide-eyed terror. Clamping his hands over his ears, as he cowered against his wall, another slap of thunder rocketing into the room. Tears stinging the child's eyes, as brutal images of his uncle cloud his head. Tormenting his thoughts and forcing him in hyperventilation, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, air pushing and pulling from his lungs at an alarming rate. With each cracking off air, tears dripping off his nose and chin until his pyjama t-shirt was sodden.

"Paul? Kiddo?" Eddie knocks on the door quietly, waiting for a response, Paul buries his head into hands, triggered back to his uncle's threats. Eddie couldn't see him cry, he couldn't risk ruining the one good thing he'd accomplished in years. "Buddy, open the door, it's okay," Eddie assures softly, quietly trying the handle and pushing in the door. A soft sigh of defeat, feeling the kids weight against it.

"I'm okay, just..just leave me alone," Paul calls out, a vulnerable shake to his voice, fear running through his tone.

"Can you open the door bud, please?" Eddie asks quickly, a concern settling deep into his chest, he wasn't dumb, he could tell how frightened the kid was. Reluctantly, Paul stands up, legs shaking as another crash bellows through the thin walls, surrounding him. Taking a quick minute to rub his face and try to pull himself together, before tugging the door open.

"See I'm fine, I just fell over," he says quickly, before going to shut the door again, but failing, with Eddie's arm between door and frame

"Paul," Eddie starts softly, "it's okay to be scared, no-ones angry at you for being scared," Paul stares at his feet, trying and failing to prevent a flinch as yet another flash fills his room. Just whimpering and quickly moving closer to Eddie, who wraps his arms around the boy in return. "It's okay, I got you," the older reassures, moving his son back to his bed gently. "It can't hurt you." He hugs the boy quietly, feeling a staggered breath as the power flicks and shuts out. "It's alright, it's just the lights, I'm right here" Eddie says softly. Paul sucked in a deep breath, trying to console himself, burying his face into Eddie's chest. Listening to the dull beating of his heat, counting the ba-dums until he felt more grounded.

"Sorry, I tried to stay quiet. I didn't mean to wake you," Paul mumbles, a guilt washing over him for disturbing Eddie. Eddie chuckles softly and just softly kisses the top of his head.

"Buddy, I was already awake. Tell you a little secret, I don't really like thunderstorms that much either and then I heard a few thuds and figured it had woken you up too," Eddie says, rubbing the kids back until his breaths evened out and he felt the tension release from his joints. "You want to know a top tip, it helps it feel less scary," Eddie asks.

"I guess so," Paul mutters not looking up from Eddie's chest

"Okay, well, it's just some counting, bet-"

"I don't want to do Maths right now Eds," Paul says with a slight laugh,

"It's not math," Eddie chuckles, "It's just counting, between the lightning and the thunder, each second tells you how many miles away the storm is. You wanna try it?"

"No," Paul replies with a soft smile

"Well, I'm gunna try it then," Eddie says with a grin, waiting for the next flash before counting slowly, tapping Paul's back with each number he announces, his lips curling to a smile as he hears Paul counting alongside him. Reaching 5 beats before the sound caught up to him. "see, that means the storm is 5 miles away, that's pretty neat right?"

"I guess so? But you just make everything into maths," Paul says with a quiet smile, his fear slowly subduing.

After ten minutes of slow counting, the storm faded further away until it was no longer seen or heard. Lights flickering back into action and illuminating the room once again. Eddie smiles and pats Paul's back.

"See kiddo, it's all over, you wanna try to sleep again?" Eddie asks softly gently ruffling the boy's hair, pushing it out of his face softly and looking at him adoringly.

"Mhm, can you maybe, like. It's stupid, can you maybe stay? For if it comes back?" Paul asks, averting his eyes to his pillow quietly, Eddie pauses before smiling in response

"Of course buddy, let's get to my room, aye? It will be a bit comfier in there for the two of us," he says with a smile, before standing up with youth, and going to his room. Two goodnights and twenty minutes later, the pair were fast asleep. The father and son duo, safe once again.

Paul was 14, nearly 15, when he finally found home.

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Why I Believe John Lennon is Asuka Langley

Hello everyone! I originally created a thread about this over on Twitter, though I also want to post it here just because. I want to preface this by saying while this is mostly a joke, I still want to point out the similarities between the two. I find that both John and Asuka are very complex people/characters that happen to heavily relate to each other. Obvious spoilers for Neon Genesis Evangelion. TW FOR TOPICS SUCH AS SUICIDE AND DEATH.

CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Both John and Asuka lost their mothers from a young age, with Asuka losing her mother at 4 and John losing his mother just before his 18th birthday. It’s known that John’s mother wasn’t exactly mentally stable as Mimi, John’s aunt, was given custody of him. Similarly to John’s mother, Asuka’s mom, Kyoko, was also mentally unstable. Kyoko lost her mind after surviving a failed experiment with Evangelion Unit-02. This experiment would also end up taking the life of Yui Ikari, Shinji’s mother (this is important info for later.) Kyoko ultimately committed suicide after losing her mind and her husband in the process. Though it is ambiguous how Asuka’s father felt towards her, he did indeed drive his daughter away by cheating on Kyoko while hospitalized. It’s also known that John’s father wasn’t very involved with him up until the height of Beatlemania. Both John and Asuka were never very close with their parents due to many different factors.

(It can also be argued that John and Asuka were both adopted, but Asuka being adopted was only canon in the manga. For the sake of this post, I’ll only mention canon events from the anime going forward.)

I would also like to bring up this video.

RELATIONSHIPS WITH LOVERS

John and Yoko will probably be the most recognized celebrity couple in the world. It’s also recognized that John had an Oedipus complex which was sometimes discussed. The same can be said for Asuka, considering the fact that she romantically latched onto Kaji, a 30 year old special inspector for NERV. Asuka does this to fill the void of a perfect father figure in her life, as well as filling the role of a lover. John mentions doing this with Yoko numerous times. John and Yoko would even go as far as calling each other mommy and daddy. Moving onto other romantic relationships, I will now discuss Shinji, Asuka, John, and Paul. Shinji and Asuka have this strange dynamic throughout the story of Evangelion. Asuka is secretly in love with Shinji (you can already see which direction this is headed in), though Shinji has a hard time reciprocating his feelings due to his own personal struggles. Asuka’s rudeness and constant bullying also confuses Shinji, leaving him to wonder what Asuka truly feels for him. In this scenario, Paul would be in the same boat as Shinji. Shinji and Paul both lost their mothers at a young age. Paul and John bonded over the loss of their mothers. In a way, this also happens with Shinji and Asuka. It’s easy to tell that Shinji is more drawn towards Asuka after she tells him that her stepmom isn’t her actual mother. John and Paul go on to have a rivalry as they grow older, which also happens to Asuka and Shinji, though their rivalry was highlighted since day one. This rivalry between the two characters progresses all the way to the finale of the series. You can say that Asuka finally accepts Shinji when she lifts her hand up to his cheek while he is brutally strangling her. This act is seen as her accepting him into her heart after everything that they’ve been through. John and Paul also reconcile towards the end of John’s life. In Evangelion, the world is quite literally destroyed at the end of the series when the two finally reconcile. I’m not gonna be cheesy and say the same for John and Paul, but yeah. MOVING ON NOW.

OTHER FACTORS

John and Asuka have a habit of trying to appear more “mature” than they truly are. Asuka constantly boasts about being the best and most mature out of everyone. Same can be said for John. We also see this with his marriage to Cynthia Powell, John’s first wife. In my eyes, John’s first marriage was a rush to maturity considering the fact that he was only 21. I could say the same for John having a child with Cynthia at such a young age as well. John and Asuka, though trying to seem mature, are ultimately vulnerable people who tend to regress. Asuka acts like a young, lovestruck girl with Kaji. John acted in a similar fashion with Yoko. Asuka and John had massive egos. What else is there to say, really?

FINAL SUMMARY AND A FUN FACT

This is gonna be a quick one that basically ties together the points of my threads.

John and Asuka were seriously neglected as children which had a massive impact on their social development, as well as behavior.

Both had large egos, yet low self esteem.

The only fun fact about the two I have is that they both know German and Japanese.

THANKS FOR READING!

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Guardians of the Galaxy #3 -August 2008-

"Beyond Belief"

cover artist Clint Langley

written by Dan Abnett & Andy Lanning

pencil art by Paul Pelletier

inked by Rick Magyar

colors by Nathan Fairbairn

letters by Joe Caramagna

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Oh, Unholy, EVIL Night! Oh, "Silent Bite" reviewed! (Cleopatra Entertainment / Blu-ray)

Santa Clauses vs Vampires in “Silent Bite” Now Available! our armed bank robbers hold up in a sleepy hotel on a snowy Christmas night as they hunker down and wait for their police-diverting and getaway driver to double back for them.  With the front deskman on the take, a quiet place to shelter, and no cops in sight, the eclectic bunch of thieves believe they’ve escaped scot-free from the long…

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Matt Langley, Paul Ebbs - Quantum Assassin #1-2

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Athletes Go for the Gold with NASA Spinoffs

NASA technology tends to find its way into the sporting world more often than you’d expect. Fitness is important to the space program because astronauts must undergo the extreme g-forces of getting into space and endure the long-term effects of weightlessness on the human body. The agency’s engineering expertise also means that items like shoes and swimsuits can be improved with NASA know-how.

As the 2024 Olympics are in full swing in Paris, here are some of the many NASA-derived technologies that have helped competitive athletes train for the games and made sure they’re properly equipped to win.

The LZR Racer reduces skin friction drag by covering more skin than traditional swimsuits. Multiple pieces of the water-resistant and extremely lightweight LZR Pulse fabric connect at ultrasonically welded seams and incorporate extremely low-profile zippers to keep viscous drag to a minimum.

Swimsuits That Don’t Drag

When the swimsuit manufacturer Speedo wanted its LZR Racer suit to have as little drag as possible, the company turned to the experts at Langley Research Center to test its materials and design. The end result was that the new suit reduced drag by 24 percent compared to the prior generation of Speedo racing suit and broke 13 world records in 2008. While the original LZR Racer is no longer used in competition due to the advantage it gave wearers, its legacy lives on in derivatives still produced to this day.

Trilion Quality Systems worked with NASA’s Glenn Research Center to adapt existing stereo photogrammetry software to work with high-speed cameras. Now the company sells the package widely, and it is used to analyze stress and strain in everything from knee implants to running shoes and more.

High-Speed Cameras for High-Speed Shoes

After space shuttle Columbia, investigators needed to see how materials reacted during recreation tests with high-speed cameras, which involved working with industry to create a system that could analyze footage filmed at 30,000 frames per second. Engineers at Adidas used this system to analyze the behavior of Olympic marathoners' feet as they hit the ground and adjusted the design of the company’s high-performance footwear based on these observations.

Martial artist Barry French holds an Impax Body Shield while former European middle-weight kickboxing champion Daryl Tyler delivers an explosive jump side kick; the force of the impact is registered precisely and shown on the display panel of the electronic box French is wearing on his belt.

One-Thousandth-of-an-Inch Punch

In the 1980s, Olympic martial artists needed a way to measure the impact of their strikes to improve training for competition. Impulse Technology reached out to Glenn Research Center to create the Impax sensor, an ultra-thin film sensor which creates a small amount of voltage when struck. The more force applied, the more voltage it generates, enabling a computerized display to show how powerful a punch or kick was.

Astronaut Sunita Williams poses while using the Interim Resistive Exercise Device on the ISS. The cylinders at the base of each side house the SpiraFlex FlexPacks that inventor Paul Francis honed under NASA contracts. They would go on to power the Bowflex Revolution and other commercial exercise equipment.

Weight Training Without the Weight

Astronauts spending long periods of time in space needed a way to maintain muscle mass without the effect of gravity, but lifting free weights doesn’t work when you’re practically weightless. An exercise machine that uses elastic resistance to provide the same benefits as weightlifting went to the space station in the year 2000. That resistance technology was commercialized into the Bowflex Revolution home exercise equipment shortly afterwards.

Want to learn more about technologies made for space and used on Earth? Check out NASA Spinoff to find products and services that wouldn’t exist without space exploration.   

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Outfoxed: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Summary: Derek has had enough and decides now is the time to work bringing you home. The team is working on two cases and stretching their agents thin but they'll do anything to bring you back into Spencer's arms.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I know I'm going to piss some people off with the way I wrote the trial and the gathering of evidence but remember, this is fiction and it's my story. I'm making it easy and convenient. I know this isn't how trials work.

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"Man usually avoids attributing cleverness to somebody else unless it's an enemy." - Albert Einstein

It's been another month of working hard, trying and failing to see you in prison, and trying to get through days without crying. Spencer so desperately wants to see you that he goes to prison almost every day to see if he can't get you to talk to him. He understands why you don't want to see him but you're supposed to be his other half. You're supposed to push that fear away and face him. He's not going to think less of you because you're in prison for something you didn't do.

He'd be at the prison right now if it weren't for the immediate case he's needed on. An entire family was killed except for the husband who was serving in the Army out of the country. He flew back as soon as he was informed that something had happened. He wasn't given any details so that will be a fun conversation when he touches down.

"How was your weekend?" Emily asks when Spencer arrives at the crime scene.

"Lonely." He hates sleeping alone. "Was the whole family killed?"

"Yeah."

"Hudson, this is Dr. Spencer Reid," Rossi says.

"Hi, I'm field agent Anne Hudson. The father is serving in Iraq. Three nights ago, the cops found his family buried over there."

"Buried?"

"The neighbors heard the dog barking, came over, and found him scratching at the grave. Lucy, their oldest child, was still in her swimsuit," Emily sighs.

"What does the father know?"

"Some of it. He was on patrol. It took his unit a couple of days to reach him. He arrives today."

"Last year, the Williams family was killed and found exactly the same way. They lived in Newport. The father, Dan Williams, was also serving overseas. Now, the police are overwhelmed and getting serious heat from the military. We need some answers fast."

"As do the media," JJ says. "They're already calling this the work of a serial killer."

"They're right. It is."

"Why hurt them, though? It can't be to hide the bodies."

"It's a sign of remorse and when they're done being remorseful, this will happen again."

Hotch and Rossi walk inside while the rest of the team stays outside to discuss the case. Hotch looks over the physical evidence to gather the facts.

"There's no sign of a struggle," Hotch sighs.

"So, the unsub holds a gun to one of her kids' heads. What can she do at that point? I see footprints that belong to Paul. Somehow he managed to get away. Mom gets it first and then the youngest."

"He hides in the master bedroom, the unsub finds him, and shoots him. He carries him out to the backyard, but not the mother. She's dragged out. It's quick and proficient."

"For the mother and the boys, maybe," Hotch responds, "but Lucy's drowned and not shot. Why the change in MO?"

Hotch and Rossi hear planes flying overhead so they rejoin the group outside.

"F-22 Raptors," Derek says to them.

"Yeah, it's about to get way louder and much busier. Tomorrow is Langley's 50th-anniversary air show," Anne informs.

"Where is Dan now? The father of the first family killed."

"He put in for another tour of Iraq. An IED killed him two months ago.

"Whoever did this knew both fathers were serving overseas."

"Laura Downey's wedding rings are missing. Any other valuables that were taken?" Emily asks.

"We'll have to ask the husband. From the Williams' home, only jewelry and watches were missing."

"The unsub only took what he can carry, which means he's most likely on foot," Spencer says.

"There's no sign of sexual assault in the Williams case. What about Lucy?" Rossi asks the field agent.

"Nothing is on the coroner's report. Could there be multiple suspects?"

"The mother was dragged out of the house. If there had been multiple suspects, They probably would have carried her. He knew the father was absent, therefore the dominant threat was absent. So, we could be looking for a single suspect."

"There wasn't any sign of forced entry."

"No need for one. Lucy was in the pool so the back door was opened. The unsub walked right in. Lucy probably died first."

"In both cases, the girls were suffocated and not shot. I don't think it's a coincidence."

Penelope calls JJ and she places her on speakerphone.

"Hey, Garcia. You're on speaker."

"We just got a call from Virginia Supermax Prison. One of the inmates there has received two envelopes in the last two days. The first envelope had clippings of the Newport killings. The second envelope had media clippings of the Downey family. In the second envelope was a note saying, 'Look at what I've done,' and both pieces of mail have been signed by 'an admirer.'"

"Who's the inmate?"

"Karl Arnold."

"The Fox?"

"Yeah."

"It makes sense. Family annihilator, absent father, and wedding rings. It's similar to Karl's killings of eight families four years ago. Just like in this case, he took wedding rings only he took them as trophies. He'd hide in the bushes outside the homes."

"Are we working with a copycat?" Anne asks.

"It's too early to assume anything. It could bias the profile. Not to mention the police, the media, and the military would jump all over it."

"Until we're positive, none of this information leaves the seven of us." Derek looks at Spencer who is staring at the ground. He has a heartbroken look on his face, and Derek decides that enough is enough. "Can I talk to my team alone, Anne?"

"Sure."

"Okay, this is how it's gonna go. We all agree that we need Y/N back. Virginia PD ain't doing shit because they believe they got their suspect behind bars. Her trial is coming up in the next couple of days so if we have any hope of getting her released, we need to work on it." He looks at Hotch's look and shakes his head. "I don't care if Strauss breathes fire up my ass. Hotch, you're going to go to the prison with Prentiss and speak with Karl. You know him better than any of us. Have Garcia check on all of Karl's prison correspondence and visitors for the last four years. JJ and Rossi will work with the media and Virginia PD for this case while the rest of us will work on Y/N's case. We only have a few days but I think we can pull this off. Agreed?"

"Okay, Captain Joseph Downey has arrived back at the station," JJ says.

"We can do this guys. Let's bring her home."

JJ and Rossi split up and head back to the police station while Emily and Hotch get into one of the cars so they can head to the prison where Karl is located. JJ and Rossi meet the Captain in one of the empty conference rooms. He is standing stiffly with his hands behind his back, head held high.

"Captain Downey, please, sit," JJ says.

"Thank you, but I'm fine. Tell me everything."

"Three nights ago around nine-thirty, your neighbors called the police when... Your family..." There is no easy way to put it so Rossi rips the band-aid off. "Captain Downey, your family was murdered. All of them."

The man gasps in pain and falls to the ground in tears.

"Is there someone you'd like us to call?" JJ asks.

"Um, no. No, I, uh, I'd like to go home now."

"Captain Downey. Captain Downey." Rossi tries to help the soldier up but he jerks away from Rossi's touch. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

All he can do is sob for his family and feel guilt that he wasn't there to protect them. He is given time to process and grieve while Rossi and JJ work together since they're the only ones available for this case.

"If this unsub's copying The Fox, then we profile him like The Fox. Karl Arnold worked as a psychologist's assistant, right?"

"Yeah, which made it easy for him to watch, target, and learn about the victims from a distance."

"It also made him hard to find. Like The Fox, our man here found a way to hide in plain sight."

"He's pulling from two completely different units. Williams is a medic and Downey is an army Captain. Someone knew of that military connection."

"Both families were attacked within a month of the fathers being deployed. It gave them time to settle in and get comfortable that the fathers weren't there. Once inside the home, The Fox would live with the families and then become the father. Not this unsub. He just walked in and dispensed with the family. Living with them wasn't part of the fantasy," Rossi explains.

"Agent Rossi," Anne says. "Here is the picture you requested." Rossi saw a place inside the Downey home that housed a picture that he wanted to analyze, and Anne has it. "Thanks to you, we pulled some prints off it. The prints match that of the Newport killings. It's the same killer."

"Family annihilators like The Fox start with one victim. Once they feel capable, they move on to a second victim. They don't start with entire families. There are more victims. We just haven't found them yet."

Penelope calls JJ and she steps off to the side to answer the call.

"Hey, Garcia. Got anything for us?"

"Yeah, Karl had a smattering of visits, a couple of whack jobs contact him, but nothing as direct as this admirer person."

"How are we doing on the prints on the picture?"

"I'm still running them. How are you holding up?"

"Military families always fear the worst. They know their men may not return, but this? To see a father lose so much? It's heartbreaking."

"I wish I had something for you. I truly cannot find a damn thing that connects these families."

"Geographically, both of them are thousands of miles away from their family. Communication's all they had through emails, phone calls, and letters."

"That's military communication for you. Even between families, it requires a kind of juice I'm not allowed to use."

"Come on, you hacked into the FBI database," JJ chuckles.

"And they gave me a job. I like my job. I like my life."

"Alright, I'll make some inquiries."

"Yeah, do that. Take care."

JJ hangs up and walks back to the group which is still talking about the current case.

"So, Lucy dies last and alone. This by itself doesn't really mean anything, but when we look again at the Williams file, we notice that the majority of the foreign fingerprints came from Karen Williams' room, which means the unsub spent most of his time in there with her."

"He must have separated her from the rest of the family," Anne concludes.

"Lucy was already in the pool. That much was done for the unsub. Then, this unsub is driven by some other kind of compulsion, some other need. Hotch was right. This isn't a coincidence. It's a possible signature," Rossi says to JJ. "We need to look at each of the victims as a hub with lives outside of their own families."

"Well, each one of them has their own connections outside the family like school, friends, tutors, and business colleagues. Each one of these people is considered access points back to the family."

"That could take weeks," Anne sighs.

"You have time. From remorse to the desire to kill again, the unsub will go through a gamut of emotions. It could be another year before the unsub feels the desire to kill again."

"As horrific as these crimes are, this city doesn't have the resources to commit that amount of time."

"We have full access to all military records for the fathers," JJ says.

"At least we have access to the main hub between families, the dads."

"Let's find out what connects them."

"I'll let Hotch and Prentiss know," JJ says and walks off.

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From the Golden Age of Television

The First Flight of the Wright Brothers - CBS - January 16, 1955

A presentation of "You Are There" Season 3 Episode 21

Historical Reenactment

Running Time: 30 minutes

Directed by Jack Gage

Narrated by Walter Cronkite

News Reporters:

Harry Marble

Ned Calmer

Lou Cioffi

Winston Burdett

Bill Leonard

Stars:

James Gregory as Wilbur Wright

William Prince as Orville Wright

Rusty Lane as Professor Samuel Langley

Vaughn Taylor as Bishop Milton Wright

 Augusta Dabney as Katherine Wright

P. Jay Sidney as Paul Dunbar

Charles Dingle as Simon Newcombe

[wednesdaythesecond]

got an ask (you will receive an answer) that required me to do research on queer marriage, which led me down a marriage rights rabbit hole, which led me to Dawn Langley Hall and John Paul Simmons and their wedding photos and oh God. i am weak,,,, my heart is so full of love, i can't handle it <33 they are so important to me,,,,

if you can't read the text on the images, Dawn is a transgender woman marrying John, a Black man, in Charleston in 1969 <33 peace and love on planet transgender and interracial love and marriage <33 we have always been here <33333

[archstarzz]

My intro :

──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

✩ | Name: Archie

✩ | Nicknames: Arch

✩ | Pronouns: They/them or She/they

☆ | Gender: Is not for me

------ Likes/Dislikes

♡ | Likes: waterloo road, heartstopper, guitars, drums, green day, my silly little tumblr, tom milner!!

♡ | Dislikes: a lot of things

♡ | DNI: pervy ppl

------ Literally me

✩ | Musicians: nirvana, green day, radiohead, the cure, noah kahan, foo fighters, pixies

✩ | Songs: sliver, mollys lips, letterbon whatshername, black star, monkey gone to heaven

✩ | Series/Movies: last days, heartstopper, waterloo road, rockets island, phoenix rise, the virgin suicides

✩ | Characters: nick nelson, charlie spring, tao xu, darcy olsson, paul langley, philip ryan, matt wilding, summer bailey, archie beckles, michael holden

✩ | Interests: music, writing, acting

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

IM BACK! i have been gone for a hot minute because my life caught on actual fire, but im back and better than ever baby <3

to make up for it, i'm posting two different snippets from two different fics, one firstprince and one tarlos! enjoy! thanks to @alrightbuckaroo, @birdclowns, and @inflarescent for the tag!

agent reyes

TK greets him in the morning with a cup of coffee. 

The cup is made to perfection, and Carlos is seriously starting to doubt how much Paul is really involved in TK’s agenda here. 

Carlos murmurs a quiet thank you instead of screaming like he really wants to and approaches Marjan, who’s in a hoodie with the hood up, furiously typing. 

“Marj, have you even slept today?” 

“No sleep when we have a crime syndicate to take down.”

“Okay,” he says slowly, “but I have access to information that the CIA has spent years compiling. Why are you botheri- oh.”

Marjan flips her laptop around and Carlos is startled to find a clone of Sean Cunningham’s l staring back at him. “Marjan, what the fuck? How the hell did you – what?”

“Turns out Cunningham’s lackeys are kind of idiots because the video was sent from Cunningham’s main compound, where he stays. Really, the asshole apparently hasn’t ever heard of a firewall–”

Paul, who’s wandered over, interrupts her. “Marj, get to the point. You do this every time.”

Marjan rolls her eyes but continues. “I traced IP addresses back from the ransom video that was sent to TK’s email address and from there I hacked into his Wi-Fi connection–”

“Marjan, I don’t think any of the intel departments at Langley can do this.” Carlos is staring at her in awe.

She smirks at him, before continuing. “You fools need to stop interrupting me. Anyway, I just hacked through the four laptops hooked up to the Wi-Fi connection until I figured out which one was his. Voila!”

Carlos ducks down, pressing a palm flat to the table as he scrolls through the laptop. “Marjan, this is insane – we have data here that I could only dream of having.”

Marjan smiles tiredly, sipping at the mug of coffee Nancy hands her. “Babe, I think coffee is the last thing I need right now, but thank you. I love you very much,” she says while pressing the mug into Paul’s hands, “but Paul and Carlos are going to play now. We,” Marjan says, pulling Nancy close, “are going to go to bed now. ” Judd whistles from where he is in the kitchen, drawing a laugh out of everyone in the room. 

Nancy wraps her arms around Marjan in reply, “You heard her, gentlemen. I will be taking my girlfriend to bed now, and I expect no interruptions. My girlfriend needs her beauty sleep. It’s decaf, by the way!” she says, her voice faraway now.

alex runs for congress

“Politics hasn’t been my dream for almost twelve years, sweetheart,” Alex says softly, not really making eye contact with Henry.

“Alex, I know what happened with Richards and the emails was brutal, but we have nothing holding us back like that anymore and –”

“It’s not Richards, Hen, it’s you.”

That stops Henry cold, and he looks at Alex, mouth open in shock. “What do you mean?” Alex stays quiet, and Henry pushes further. “Alex, what do you mean?”

Alex continues to avoid eye contact with Henry as he starts talking again. “That night I came to Kensington Palace, you told me you wouldn’t trade one prison for another. You’re barely free from the Crown, Henry, and I don’t want to drag you into the circus of American politics, not when you hated being in the public eye so much, to the point that it almost cost me you. I refuse to let anything cost me you again, so I put all my dreams in a little box and locked it away, because I would rather live a quiet life with you and immigration law than a loud one alone in Congress. I was wine drunk at one of Mom’s fundraisers when I was talking to Erica about wanting to flip Texas again, and I didn’t think it would ever really come up again.”

Henry doesn’t answer, grabbing Alex’s face between his hands and pressing a featherlight kiss to his lips before resting their foreheads together. “Love, I didn’t realize you had that in the back of your mind, and that this was what is stopping you from entering politics. Listen to me,” he says, moving them so he’s looking at Alex eye to eye, “nothing is going to stop me from spending the rest of my goddamn life with you. You could lose your job, become a house husband, or go on to become the president of the United States, and I would not care.” Henry takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. “Do you want this, Alex? Like without the influence of anything else, deep down, do you want this? Do you want to run?”

i'm gonna tag @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @theghostofashton, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @paperstorm, @bonheur-cafe, @chaotictarlos and @lightningboltreader!