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stellarcat52 · 5 months ago

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A familiar needs a magician... right? Right.

Esther died and Monty should have too. But something saved him and Caleb Covington has something to do with it. The warlock seems to want a familiar, and Monty just wants to be safe.

This is one part of a larger story. I'll post more if people seem interested!

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When a magician creates a familiar, it connects the animal to their soul. A familiar lives and dies with its magician. A familiar cannot feel hunger or thirst. They are not animals, nor are they tools. A familiar is the living connection between a magician and the spirit of the earth, a core of night infinite magic. But the familiar will never be able to draw on that magic without it passing through it to its magician. A familiar can only use the magic its magician chooses to give it.

If a familiar were ever to survive the death of its magician, nothing would stop it from using the earth’s magic for itself. Of course, this is a purely hypothetical, impossible phenomenon.

“A ghost such as myself can’t get a familiar, not like you have…” Covington mused. “You’ll get access to whatever profit my clubs produce,” Including the magic, of course, but Covington wanted to make her get a big head when she eventually figures that out. It would make things easier if he ever needed to knock her down a peg in the future. “on the condition that Monty becomes mine when you perish.” He doubted Esther had ever even heard of the legend of an unbound familiar. If she had, well, she had no reason to believe Covington had the means to sever the tie between a dying witch and her bird.

Esther scoffed. “Death will come for you before Lillith gives up on me. What do you really want?” Nobody in their right mind would trust such an obviously one-sided deal. Not even a vain, self-serving immortal such as Esther.

“An IOU, then, if you insist.” Covington had set a trap with only a few words. If she took it back, she’d seem weak or afraid of what the warlock would ask of her. But if she insisted that wasn’t enough, trying to make sure it wasn’t a trap, she’d be insulting Covington and risk him adding something she couldn’t give him to the deal. “But he is still part of the deal, yes? I’ve always wanted a pet bird”

Of course she agreed to this, Covington would give her credit where it was due but she truly knew nothing about dealing with him. The IOU was only a decoy, he’d never need anything else from that useless witch. But it kept her from wondering why Monty was what he asked for in the first place.

Covington made sure to scratch the crows head on his way out.

The bird barely reacted.

-Years Later-

Thomas felt the shift in the air instantly. “Caleb.” He smiled. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Covington was dressed to the nines like usual, Wasn’t quite his type, but Thomas could appreciate him nonetheless. “Can’t I just come visit an old friend? You haven’t been to my club as much recently.”

“Well, another ghost has caught my eye.” The cat king admitted. “But Esther’s got her paws on him, and only one of them is going to walk out. Honestly, I don’t know which party has the upper hand here.”

“And here I thought that was always you.”

“You flit.” Thomas purred. But his eyes glinted with distrust. “You aren’t just visiting, are you?”

“I came here to check on Esther, I wanted to see if our little deal would be coming to fruition anytime soon.”

“Then I guess we both have a reason to want her dead right now.”

“I suppose we do.” Covington was silently proud of himself for baiting her into taking power from his clubs all those years ago. It had always been a power play, an ace up his sleeve that had waited decades to finally be played. With nothing more than a click of his fingers, the power flow that Esther had long ago grown used to was cut off completely from her. It wouldn’t do much- he never let her take enough to hurt him- but it would throw her off just enough to give someone else the advantage.

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When Esther was dragged away by Lillith, Monty expected to follow her. As her familiar, he should have been destroyed with her. He always knew that was his fate. But death wasn’t what was coming for him. It was a different kind of magic. For a second, he feared it was Lilliths. But it wasn’t there to hurt him. In the mere fractions of a millisecond before her death caught up to Monty, this odd magic came to his rescue and severed the magic link before it could destroy him.

But with the severing, came darkness and silence, and there was no thud of his body hitting the floor for the detectives in the other room to have a chance of hearing. All they’d know, would be that there wasn’t a second body to bury. Not that there was only one soul to mourn, and even then…

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Monty woke up slowly to loud, energetic music. Something about Hollywood? It wasn’t worth paying attention to yet because the ambient magic in the air around him was buzzing. Esther never let this much magic run rampant, but then again she was gone. Monty had to remember that. He stood and spread out his wings, flapped a few times too. Flying wasn’t entirely off the table, he wasn’t injured like he expected to be. But he was fatigued, and it was warm here- if a bit noisy. But the music was much more pleasant than the screams he’d hear in Esther’s house, so Monty didn’t mind.

He sat on the leather seat where he’d woken up for a few more minutes, listening to the music. But it ended, and a ghost warped into the room right in front of Monty’s eyes. A ghost that Monty took a moment to realize he recognized him. And Esther had only ever let him interact with a select few before… Monty might’ve been a bit slow at the time, but he never truly forgets a face or name of someone he knows.

Covington looked at him with a smile as Monty squawked rapidly in surprise. “Oh, I can’t understand you like this. Why don’t we…” He blew a kiss at the crow and Monty found himself human again. Caleb seemed pleasantly surprised, he’d never excelled at biological transformations, and so he had to assume this wasn’t his work. “I see Esther gave you a body of your own.”

“Not that I asked for it.” Monty mumbled. He still hated her for giving him human emotions. It had been nothing but heartbreak- sadness, anger,- ever since. “Sorry, Mr. Covington. Sir. I… thought I was supposed to vanish with Esther. Did she-?” Was this fear? Worry? Shouldn't he have felt hopeful or happy? If he was still alive…

“No.” Covington put on a look of sympathy. ”She didn’t survive. But she and I made a deal years ago that if she ever perished, you would come to me. And it seems that deal had enough power to bring you right to me.”

“Why would she do that? Why would you do that?” It was almost definitely not for Monty’s benefit. Panic- maybe just fear? What was the difference?- was starting to settle in. Was Covington going to treat him the same way that She did?

“Montague.” His name- was that even his name? Wasn’t it just Monty? He couldn't remember that far back.- caught him off guard. “A ghost like myself, magician or not, cannot acquire a familiar through normal means. Every chance I’ve had to get one I’ve tried to take. Esther’s passing is a horrible thing, but it has brought you to me and that is a wonderful thing.”

“Now, there might not be any spell that will bind you to me the same way you were bound to her, but I do hope you’ll stay with me. I have my dancers, but alas they’re not the same as having a familiar.” Covington’s hands were suddenly firmly on Monty’s shoulders. The touch further grounded? Him. Grounding was supposed to be comforting, right? So this feeling of being trapped was wrong. Must be the bird instincts carrying over. “It’s not the same as having a family, Montague. The one thing my magic cannot bring me, and yet here you are. But you do have a choice.” Surely he wanted an answer instantly, Esther would have.

“I…” Monty's eyes felt wet. Tears..? Fuck these human emotions. He wasn’t even sure what he was feeling- it was all just so much. “I don’t know yet.”

Covington didn’t seem surprised at that response. He was fine without a yes or no right now. “Why don’t you see if you like being human? Stay at the club for a bit.”He suggested. ”If you’d like a job, I could give you a simple one.”

A job. That’s what Monty was used to. That didn’t need emotions. A tension in his chest that he hadn’t noticed was suddenly gone. “That would be great. Whatever you need.”

Covington seemed surprised for a second, maybe not expecting Monty to be so eager? “We’ll start you small. Just delivering dishes to the lifers after performances.” He smiled. “Maybe if you decide to stick around I can teach you the choreography.” Covington suggested as he summoned a new outfit and ID card out of thin air and offered them to Monty.

Monty would pay more attention to his appearance later, but right then he was focused on the ID that he had just accepted. “Montague Finch-Covington?”

“I hope it isn’t too much. You’re family now, let me show you off just a bit.”

Was this what familial love was supposed to be? Monty felt… warm. And that feeling didn’t fade when the music started up again and Covington had to excuse himself to go entertain his guests.

Monty looked at the card. A black feather border decorated a picture he definitely never posed for. Some kind of illusion magic, probably. Covington was powerful, a little illusion printed onto a card wouldn’t have been that hard. Would it have been difficult for Esther? She never cared much for illusions except for her own cosmetics.

Maybe Monty should compare them less. Covington was an improvement in any way he could think of at the moment.

He might not have decided on being human or crow yet, but Monty had decided that he would be sticking around in Hollywood. He was a Covington now, and as a familiar, he was meant to stay near his family.

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Caleb’s expectations for Montague’s ability to entertain were blown out of the water. No matter who the unbound familiar approached, with or without food or purpose,vthey all took to him like moths to a flame. Even the other workers, most of which had to be forced to stick around, were eating out of the palm of Montague’s hand after just a few exchanged words. As for his singing, well, crows might not be well known for their song but Montague was born to be a star. Even if the boy was still too shy to sing if he knew someone could hear him.

He was almost perfect. A little confidence boost here, some etiquette teachings there… But Montague’s biggest flaw was that he didn’t yet know how to use his nigh unlimited magical power. Admittedly it was just legend that unbound familiars were the among the strongest beings in existence, a story that Caleb had never had the chance to prove before, but Montague definitely felt as though he had quite a lot of magic built up in that sometimes feathery form.

Caleb warped just outside the room he had offered Montague. He rapped his knuckles against the door and waited only a second for a response.

“Come in!”

“Montague…” Caleb trailed off. The boy was sitting on the bed, in an absolute mess of blankets that had previously been neatly tucked in.

“Please, just call me Monty. I don’t even remember if Esther gave me that long of a name.” Montague was adjusting the blankets in a manner that just made them seem more messy to Caleb but he was very intent on moving them around in such a way. “So what did you want?”

Montague still wasn’t facing him, which gave him a clear view of the boy’s back which was tensing with anxiety. An emotion Caleb both wanted to eradicate and take advantage of. “I came to ask how you felt today? I worried sending you right to work would be too much but it seems I underestimated your abilities.”

Montague sighed. No reason to lie, really. “I… All these human emotions are still new to me. I’ve been fully awakened for maybe a month now?” He laughed nervously. “Working is about the only thing I think I can do right now.”

“Esther hadn’t awakened you?” No wonder he was so innocent. Still, there was some darkness behind those ever-sparkling eyes. “Did she not have the power?” Caleb traded a secret method of filter feeding power specifically so he could acquire a powerful familiar.

“She did. Just wouldn’t waste it on me until I would actually be useful.” The mess of blankets finally seemed to be to Montague’s liking and he turned around to face Caleb. “Even then, she practically killed me like two weeks later when I failed.” Caleb’s eyes went dark with distaste and Monty’s eyes went wide with implemented fear. “Sorry, sorry. You weren’t asking about-”

“Montague.” The familiar froze at his name. Or maybe it was just Caleb’s voice that had that effect. It commanded him, but not in the same way he was used to.. “Esther was vain, arrogant, and apparently much more of a fool than I had thought. The reason most lifer magicians have familiars is to bring them power and provide assistance but she ignored and hurt you?” Unless given a reason, even Caleb didn’t hurt his people. And he never ignored them, even if they sometimes wished he would. “You’re safe here. And if you’d like to be given jobs then I’ll find work for you.”

It was becoming evident to Caleb that Montague wasn’t going to be all that troublesome. Kindness was more than enough to both terrify and enrapture the boy. Something- maybe beyond Esther- had hurt him enough that he wouldn’t go off chasing silly emotions like love or pity. This wouldn’t be a repeat of William, in fact Montague was already more than that freedom chasing fool would ever be.

Caleb could tell Montague had something to say so he waited until the boy was ready to speak. “I thought familiars were just… animals. For so long. I-I still can’t see why you wanted one. Much less… me.”

“I can see you were never informed of your own power.” He clicked his tongue in disappointment, not exactly at Montague but he wanted to see the reaction. It terrified the boy. “A familiar is not just an animal. Magicians throughout the ages have taken pride in their familiars because of their abilities.”

“What abilities?” Montague scoffed. “I can’t do anything without Esther, or I guess you.”

“But you can, Esther simply failed to show you what you can do.” Caleb smiled. “All the magic I can do and more, that is what you are capable of. And I will teach you everything I know.” he promised.

Monty’s eyes flickered a gorgeous deep indigo just at the thought of doing magic. A testament to how much power he held. “When can we start?”

#dead boy detectives #julie and the phantoms #monty the crow #monty finch #caleb covington #jatp x dbda #dbda x jatp #If i do more parts i probably won't main tag the fandoms just because idk how much crossover there is #also on ao3 #my writing

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justinssportscorner · 9 months ago

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Alyssa Tirrell at MMFA:

In late December, USA Boxing released a new set of guidelines for the inclusion of trans competitors, and right-wing media responded by criticizing the regulations, relying on anti-trans tropes and misinformation in their coverage. GOP members of Congress have since introduced twin legislation that promises to ban all trans competitors from the Olympic and amateur levels in any sport, citing the new regulations as a motivating concern and repeating the anti-trans framing popularized by right-wing media's backlash.

While the USA Boxing guidelines are a departure from a trend of sports organizations banning trans participation, the requirements are considered stringent. Athletes under the age of 18 must compete “as their birth gender,” and adult competitors are required to obtain genital surgery and regular hormone testing, both in the four years preceding competition and throughout any competitive period. Nevertheless, right-wing media are attacking the rules, which USA Boxing says build on the consensus of several medical groups and international athletic federations. On January 3, Fox News' America's Newsroom co-host Dana Perino referred to the eligibility requirements for trans female boxers as “nonsense.” Hosts and guests repeatedly referred to trans women as “men” or “guys,” and co-host Bill Hemmer quoted former NCAA swimmer Riley Gaines' claim that “it will take a woman getting killed before these misogynistic fools wake up.” Fox’s Outnumbered also said a woman could die because of the new rules, arguing that the regulations would lead to “one-punch killings.” Co-host Harris Faulkner cited Gaines' campaign against the inclusion of trans swimmers, misgendering Gaines' former competitor Lia Thomas in the process and expanding the panel's criticism to trans inclusion in noncontact athletic competitions as well.

Despite such concerns over safety, coverage disregarded USA Boxing's medical citations, which include the recommendations of Boston Children’s Hospital Sports Medicine and Harvard Medical School Teaching Hospital. Instead, for instance, The Ingraham Angle platformed the perspective of UFC fighter Colby Covington, who argued that “it doesn't matter what their hormone levels or pronouns are,” because “when they dig up their bones in 200 years, their bones won't leave pronouns.” (Actually, archeologists are capable of imputing that a skeleton may have belonged to a transgender person after more than 200 years.) [...] USA Boxing responded to backlash by restating that it is in compliance with federal law. The following day, U.S. Rep. Greg Steube (R-FL) and Sen. Tommy Tuberville (R-AL) introduced twin legislation in both the House and the Senate that would “prohibit any governing body recognized by the U.S. Olympic Committee (USOC) from allowing men to participate in any athletic event intended for females.”

A joint press release cited the USA Boxing guidelines and repeated right-wing media's anti-trans framing. Tuberville's statement claimed that “men should not be competing in women’s sports at any level—and especially not in a sport like boxing. Whether in little league or the Olympics, it’s unsafe, it’s unfair, and it’s just plain wrong. This bill will ensure that the Olympics are fair to American women who train their whole lives to represent our country on the world stage.” The press release also cited the support of a number of anti-trans organizations, including the Alliance Defending Freedom, the Independent Women's Forum, and the Independent Council on Women’s Sports and quoted several anti-trans figures, including American Principles Project President Terry Schilling and — yet again — Riley Gaines.

Right-wing media pundits, led by anti-trans grifter Riley Gaines, is leading the backlash against USA Boxing's trans-inclusive policy.

#USA Boxing #US Olympics Committee #USOC #Olympics #Transgender Sports #Transgender #Anti Trans Extremism #Riley Gaines #Greg Steube #Tommy Tuberville #Charlie Kirk #Carry Williams #Lia Thomas #Terry Schilling #Protection of Women in Olympic and Amateur Sports Act

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transit-fag · 1 year ago

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#polls

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liaromancewriter · 6 months ago

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Rank your favorite LIs within your favorite stories. (i.e., rank the OH lis, BOLAS lis, etc.)

Let's do this!

Liam Rys (Aiden in my world) - TRR

Ethan Ramsey - Open Heart

Raleigh Carrera - Platinum

Clint Covington - Baby Bump

Beckett Harrington - The Elementalists

Leo Rys (European Guy) - Rules of Engagement

Thomas Hunt - Red Carpet Diaries

Ernest Sinclaire - Desire & Decorum

Thomas Menendez - Mother of the Year

Simon Montjoy - A Very Scandalous Proposal

#ask and answered #playchoices #yes i have a type

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naturesfirstgreenisgold · 1 year ago

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Judd and Grace Ryder playlist {9-1-1 Lone Star}

In order of artists

Take My Hand- 5 seconds of Summer

505- Arctic Monkeys

Till Forever Falls Apart- Ashe, FINNEAS

Stand by Me- Ben E. King

Take My Breath Away- Love Theme from “Top Gun”- Berlin

Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)- Big & Rich

Honey Bee- Blake Shelton

I’ll Walk- Billy Covington

Cowboy Casanova-Carrie Underwood

Kiss an Angel Good Mornin’- Charlie Pride

Hold On- Chord Overstreet

This Side of Paradise- Coyote Theory

Can I Call You Tonight?- Dayglow

Islands In the Stream- Dolly Parton, Kenny Rodgers

I Will Always Love You- Dolly Parton

Can’t Help Falling in Love- Elvis Presley

Love Me Tender- with the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra- Elvis Presley, Royal Philharmonic Orchestra

Let’s Fall in Love for the Night- FINNEAS

Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)- Frank Sinatra, Count Basie

Love Me Tender- Frank Sinatra

Calling Baton Rouge- Garth’s Hits

Soldier- Gavin DeGraw

Write This Down- George Strait

Carrying Your Love With Me- George

Strait Check Yes Or No- George Strait

we fell in love in october- girl in red

Hey Good Lookin’- Hank Williams, Drifting Cowboys

BOYFRIEND-HARDY

Love Of My Life- Harry Styles

I Want You Back- The Jackson 5

When You Love Someone- James TW

Lover, Lover- Jerrod Niemann

Hey Good Lookin- Jimmy Buffett, Clint Black, Kenny Chesney, Alan Jackson, Toby Keith, George Strait

It Ain’t Me Babe- Joaquin Pheonix, Reece Witherspoon

Heaven Sent Me You- John Michael Montgomery

Sold (The Grundy County Auction Incident)- John Michael Montgomery

High School Heart- John Michael Montgomery

Cat’s In The Cradle- Johnny Cash

Ring Of Fire-1988 Version- Johnny Cash

I Walk The Line- Single Version- Johnny Cash, The Tennessee Two

SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK- Joji

Somebody Like You- Keith Urban

American Kids- Kenny Chesney

Hold My Hand- Lady Gaga

Atta Girl- Lainey Wilson

A Woman Like You- Lee Brice

I Don’t Dance- Lee Brice

Drunk On You- Luke Bryan

Fast Car- Luke Combs

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough- Marvin Gaye, Tammi Terrell

As the World Caves In- Matt Maltese

Ophelia- Matt Schuster

Vienna- Matt Schuster

Tennessee Orange- Megan Moroney

Great Balls Of Fire- Live- Miles Teller

Me and My Husband- Mitski

Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood

Heaven- Niall Horan

Fishin’ In The Dark- Live At The Red Deer Fine Arts Center, Canada/1991-Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Dixieland Delight (Alabama Cover)- Old Crow Medicine Show

Story of My Life- One Direction

Mr. Loverman- Ricky Montgomery

Unchained Melody- The Righteous Brothers

See You Tonight- Scotty McCreery

You Belong With Me (Taylor’s Version)- Taylor Swift

Everybody Wants To Rule the World- Tears For Fears

My Girl- The Temptations

Die A Happy Man- Thomas Rhett

Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not- Thompson Square

Always On My Mind- Willie Nelson

Something in the Orange- Zach Bryan

Oklahoma Smokeshow- Zack Bryan

#judd ryder #grace ryder #spotify #playlist #9 1 1 #9 1 1 ls #9 1 1 fandom #9 1 1 show #9 1 1 lone star

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medievalandfantasymelee · 2 months ago

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THE HOT MEDIEVAL & FANTASY MEN MELEE

FIRST ROUND: 29th Tilt

Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) VS. Prince Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones (2011-2019)

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Pero Tovar, The Great Wall (2016) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal Defeated Opponents: - Sir Thomas Grey [Nigel Terry], Covington Cross (1992)

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Prince Oberyn Martell, Game of Thrones (2011-2019) Portrayed by: Pedro Pascal Defeated Opponents: - Amarendra Baahubali [Prabhas], Baahubali (2017)

“I mean it's Pedro Pascal. But also, we stan a respectful king (of our hearts). The ONLY GoT man with rights. Has only daughters but made sure they got an education! Hot, bi and ready to kill people, fiercely loyal, passionate and REALLY HOT. Would live in Dorne eating fruit with him 10/10 no notes.”

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#medieval hotties round 1 #pero tovar #prince oberyn #oberyn martell #the great wall 2016 #game of thrones #pedro pascal #fuck that medieval man

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handeaux · 2 years ago

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On Today’s Episode Of Cincinnati’s Most Wanted: The Notorious Nuttle Gang

Few motorists rumbling through the I-71 valley east of town give a thought to the long-lost lair of the notorious Nuttle Gang. For a good portion of the 1880s, however, travelers through that area at the base of Mount Adams lived in fear of the brigands. Alvin F. Harlow, in his “The Serene Cincinnatians,” sums up the legend:

“For several years in the 1880s a band of thugs, the Nuttle gang, harbored in an old railway tunnel, running from Deer Creek under Avondale, which had been years in building and was finally abandoned. A policeman chased one of the ruffians to the mouth of the tunnel one day, but dared not enter it. Not until some of them were caught outside their lair was the band broken up.”

The tunnel in which the Nuttle Gang sheltered from police interference was constructed during a pre-Civil War initiative to run a railroad line from downtown Cincinnati to Dayton. A significant portion of this tunnel was completed, from approximately Elsinore Place to just beyond Eden Park Drive. The line was never completed and the whole project forgotten after other railroads found cheaper routes into the city.

Abandoned tunnels are almost a cliché among outlaw gangs, but the Deer Creek cavern provided superb security for the local ruffians. It was capacious enough to store oodles of boodle, and any invaders peering into the subterranean darkness would be silhouetted against the bright opening, making easy targets. According to the Cincinnati Enquirer [27 July 1932]:

“In this era the most notorious of several group of local rowdies was the Deer Creek bunch, known as the Nuttle Gang. They made Dublin Street, or “Turn Back Avenue,” their hangout, but operated over a considerably wider area. Breweries sending wagon loads of beer to Walnut Hills put on an extra keg or two for the Nuttle Gang, nor did the drivers interfere when they took their toll. Wayfarers suffered at their hands and for several years they terrorized that neighborhood.”

One of the Nuttles – Dan, one of the family who gave the gang its name – complained that people blamed every petty crime or disturbance near Gilbert Avenue on the Nuttle Gang, identifying every bum or petty crook collared in that part of town as a member of the group. It cheapened the prestige of the gang, Dan huffed.

Ironically, for a gang that gained such a sordid reputation, the ringleaders – James “Cock” Nuttle and William “Billy” Nuttle – were sons of a policemen killed in the line of duty. The modus operandi of the Nuttles involved swarming a victim, making identification and apprehension difficult. When the gang beat up a grocer who refused to give them liquor on credit in 1879, police filled most of the cells in the Hammond Street station with James Flannery, John Smith, Patrick “Shad” Nuttle, Dan Nuttle, Tom Haydon, Billy Nuttle, Thomas Nuttle, Pat Frasey and Bridget (Yes, a woman.) Flannery.

The next year, according to the Cincinnati Gazette [3 March 1880], one of the Nuttles used the old railroad tunnel to escape from the police. Shad Nuttle and William Burke robbed a butcher on Gilbert Avenue and his cries brought two police officers, whistles blowing, onto the scene. Burke was captured quickly.

“Officer Butler chased Nuttle into the old tunnel at the upper end of Deer Creek, where he hid himself. A watch was placed at the mouth of the tunnel, and Nuttle will be arrested when he concludes to come out. Two of Nuttles brothers were sentenced to the penitentiary Saturday. Another Nuttle is in the Work House.”

The Nuttles’ domain extended so far as to create friction with a West End gang led by Buck Mullaney. After one scrap, Red Morris of the West End boys challenged Billy McGee of the Nuttles to a shotgun duel. Although both gangs showed up south of Covington for the showdown, the challenge devolved into a general free-for-all with numerous injuries. They were a rough bunch. In 1882, Billy Nuttle won a barroom brawl but was later sued by Allen Combs, who lost the tussle. Combs claimed Nuttle caused $2,100 in damages by biting off the end of his nose.

In addition to lawless mayhem, the Nuttles had a legitimate side hustle around election time. The local Democratic Party hired the thugs to maintain order (meaning to chase off any Republican voters) at a couple of East End polling sites. The chaotic and bloody 1884 election inspired a Congressional investigation that highlighted the Nuttles’ strong-arm tactics.

The beginning of the end for the Nuttles came, not from police arrests, but from internal dissension. In 1887, James “Cock” Nuttle was shot and killed by James “Jaydice” Kennedy after an argument about a woman. Even in death, Cock Nuttle caused trouble. As an undertaker’s wagon hauled his body home from Good Samaritan Hospital, the vehicle tumbled down a twenty-foot embankment near some railroad tracks. Nuttle’s coffin shattered and his body was thrown onto the ground. The coroner, called to the scene, ruled that the corpse was intact enough for burial.

In 1894, Billy Nuttle died from pneumonia in the city hospital and his obituary included the dreadful fates of a half-dozen Nuttle Gang members: “Dickety” Quinn succumbed to delirium tremens, “Yap” Skelly shot by the cops, Charley Keegan broke his neck falling from a train, Cocky Smith killed by a rival, George Fay a hunted fugitive, Dan Flannagan jailed in St. Louis.

Once the Nuttles were gone, the Deer Creek Valley was designated as the Hunt Street Dump, Hunt Street being the former name of Reading Road. By the early 1900s, the valley had been completely filled in with tons of garbage and refuse. The retired dump was graded and converted into a playground with six baseball fields. The old railroad tunnel slumbered under the detritus.

In 1951, the city looked into using the buried railroad tunnel as an air-raid shelter, but those plans led nowhere. A decade later, construction for I-71 burrowed through the old tunnel and brought back memories. Si Cornell, in the Cincinnati Post [22 March 1966], revived some of the old tales:

“I-71 construction workers who uncovered the pre-Civil War railway tunnel near Eden Park’s entrance have reported finding old beer bottles (particularly from the Bellevue Brewery) in the rubble. This isn’t particularly surprising. Maybe 80 years ago, when the Deer Creek Commons was an odiferous dump, the ‘Deer Creek Gang’ hung out in the tunnel, through which no train ever ran. Favorite stunt of these notorious loafers was to steal whatever possible from any brewery wagon that ventured anywhere near. This liquid loot was lugged into the tunnel for the gang’s consumption. Wonder is that the construction workers aren’t finding whole kegs, not mere bottles.”

#nuttle gang #deer creek gang #cock nuttle #hunt street dump

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tailoredhomesolutions · 11 days ago

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17. Theme from Shaft by Isaac Hayes debuted Oct 71 and peaked at number one, scoring 1363 points. This is his performance at the Oscars where he won Best Song, the first best song by a black composer.

Isaac was born in Covington, Tennesse, and had 15 chart entries 1969-79. This was his only time in the top ten. As a songwriter with David Porter, his many hits at Stax include Sam and Dave's Soul Man and Carla Thomas' B-A-B-Y.

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Attorney John Sinclair Leary (August 17, 1845 – December 9, 1904) was a lawyer and politician. He was one of the first African American lawyers in North Carolina and was a member of the state legislature (1868-70). He was an alderman in Fayetteville and held federal government appointments. He was the first dean of the law school at Shaw University (1890).

He was born in Fayetteville to Matthew Leary and Julia Memriel. He had at least three siblings, Lewis Sheridan Leary, Henrietta, and Michael Leary, Jr. Lewis was killed taking part in John Brown’s raid on Harpers Ferry. He was a cousin to Hiram Rhodes Revels, the first African American to serve in the Senate.

Matthew Leary, Sr. was one of the wealthiest African Americans both before and after the American Civil War. His business was successful enough that as early as 1848 he was credit-rated and owned property worth $6,000. His brother, Matthew Leary, Jr. went into politics as well and became a federal government clerk in DC.

He attended school in Fayetteville for about eight years before 1861. He learned the trade of a saddler and harness-maker in his father’s shop where his father had worked for a long time.

He moved to Charlotte, becoming that city’s first African American lawyer, where he continued to practice until his death. He was disappointed in several attempts to obtain higher-appointed offices. In 1892, the Raleigh Signal suggested him as a candidate for state attorney general. In 1901 he was endorsed by Rev. D. C. Covington in The Colored American for the position of federal judge of the Philippines. In 1896 he was key in supporting Daniel Russell’s successful run for Governor of North Carolina and desired the position of assistant US District Attorney as a reward.

His first wife was Alice B. Thomas. She died (1880). They had two children, both of whom died young. His second wife was Nannie E. Latham (1886). #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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~The Price~Chapter 44~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

Warnings: fighting

Thatcher and Tristan were discharged the same day, Tora adamant that her sons come home and they have the family all together until Taddie was found. It seemed to Thatcher that Tyr was out looking himself, as when they arrived at the mansion, Tora took over for everything and his father was nowhere to be seen. Both Tristan and Thatcher were in slings, with the girls and Theo waiting on them hand and foot. Thomas had left with the twins almost immediately after they got the call that Tristan and Thatcher had been shot and Taddie had been taken.

Tora excluded Thatcher from all the talks about where they were with searching a third of the country for her and it drove Thatcher mad. Over the next week while Taddie was missing, he spent most of his time in her painting room, just staring at her work and praying she was alright. Finally, after almost 6 days, Tora finally let Thatcher know when they would be meeting and that there was information about Jack. But she didn’t say a word about Taddie. It made anxiety jump around in Thatcher’s body as he followed his brothers into his father’s office, a place he’d rarely seen, Tora sitting at Tyr’s desk, a pair of black rimmed glasses perched on the tip of her nose.

“Sit down, boys.” Tora said with a deep sigh. Theo pulled out the chairs for his brothers, then stood between them as they sat down, facing their mother as she put her papers away and took off her glasses.

“Where is she, Mother?” Thatcher asked, not waiting for her to gather her thoughts. Tora shot her gaze to him and narrowed it, slightly. “You don’t let me hear anything for nearly a week, now you have something-Where. Is she?”

“There’s still no sign of her, Thatcher. But we’ve had sightings of this Jack. Always alone, buying food enough for one person, all around Virginia for the last week.” Tora said, picking up a folder and passing it to her son. Thatcher took it and quickly flipped through, then he tossed it back onto the desk.

“He’s just buying regular shit! Is she dead? Did he hide her body?! Where is Taddie?!” Thatcher shouted, jumping to his feet. Theo grabbed his uninjured shoulder and jerked him back, Tristan sitting forward and holding his hand out at him.

“Calm yourself, Thatcher. I don’t know. We have had no one saying they’ve seen her. Your father is following up every lead personally. You and your brother are still injured. I’ll not have you do something reckless and hurt yourself further. The only reason you are here is because we may have a location on where Jack is staying-Thatcher Patrik Price. Sit. Down. Now.” Tora called at him as Thatcher pushed Theo’s hand away and made it halfway around the chair before he froze, curling his hand into a fist. “I’m not going to tell you where unless you promise me you will not go after him. Your father is on his way from Pennsylvania now. If he finds anything in Covington, he’ll call immediately.”

Thatcher’s hand relaxed as his mind worked, then he let out a slow breath before he turned and retook his seat, slowly looking up at his mother. “I need her back, Mother. I need her back now, and I need her unharmed…I know he’s hurt her.” Thatcher said through gritted teeth. Tora stood and rounded the desk, going to her son and sliding her nails under his chin, gently lifting it.

“I know you love her, my son, but that is all the more reason to not lose your head. You need to be patient. We’re going to find her, Thatcher.” Tora said, gently, sliding her hand over his cheek and kissing the other before pulling her son closer, into a hug. Thatcher sniffled and buried his face into her stomach, wrapping his arm around her waist. Tora rubbed his back as she cooed at him in Swedish, then gently pulled him back to lift his head as she said, “Go to your room and rest, my son. I’ll have the cooks make you something to eat. Boys-See he gets to his room, please? Then, Tris, you’re to rest as well.”

“Yes, Mother.” The twins said in unison, Tristan standing to kiss his mother on the cheek, Theo helping Thatcher up and gently patting his back as they all walked out. The twins silently led Thatcher to his room, the entire walk they were exchanging looks, worried for how quiet Thatcher was, his gaze fixed and focused ahead of him.

When they got to his room, the twins stayed, Theo helping him change into black joggers, a T-shirt and a hoodie, then he made Theo help him with his shoes before he went to his closet, pulling a folded stack of clothes from a cubby hole, revealing a safe in the wall. Tristan and Theo followed behind him, watching with raised brows as Thatcher punched in a code then opened the door, reaching further in and pulling out two black cases, bringing them to the island of drawers in the middle of the room.

“Thatch…What is that?” Theo asked, raising a brow at him exchanging a glance with Tristan. Thatcher didn’t answer his youngest brother, simply set both cases down and clicked the latches open before lifting the lids. Tristan shuffled around the island, then let out a soft groan as Thatcher picked up a Glock 17, quickly loading it and causing Theo to exclaim, “When the fuck did you get guns?!”

“Father gave them to me on my 18th birthday. I never used them. Never had reason to…Until now.” Thatcher said, slamming the magazine into the second gun and shifting with a wince to tuck it in his waistband, grabbing the other as he said, “You can either come with me or stay here, but don’t try and stop me. I don’t want to shoot either of you, but I will.”

“Relax, Thatch…Mother would kill me if I let you go off, half cocked, and got yourself killed. Tris-Stay here, cover for us as long as you can. Do not tell Luna.” Theo said with a sigh, stepping aside to let Thatcher walk out. Tristan nodded as he followed his older brother, then gave his twin a pat on the back.

“I’ll try, man. Stay safe, brothers.” Tristan said, clapping hands with Theo before taking off down the hall as Thatcher headed for the stairs.

Theo hurried over and gave his arm a tug as he said, “Whoa-Hold on, John Wick. I need to make a stop. You’ve got your toys, now I need to get mine. And you’re not driving.”

“Let’s fucking make this quick, Theo…I want my girl back.” Thatcher said, gruffly, following his brother down the hall.

After driving around all day, Theo convinced Thatcher to call it a night and they found a hotel in Covington for the night. However, Thatcher was beyond restless and slipped out of the room, beginning to wander over the town. He’d brought his gun, keeping it tucked in the front of his waistband, hidden under his hoodie. He roamed the streets for hours until he came to a single story, sleazy looking roach motel. He stopped in the parking lot to bum a cigarette off one of the guests.

“Thanks, man…” Thatcher said, inhaling deeply, then blowing the smoke out along with a deep sigh. The guest watched Thatcher, slinged arm, as he lowered himself to the ground, sliding down the wall.

“You alright, my guy?” The man asked before taking another drag of his cigarette. Thatcher nodded and did the same before he said around the smoke, “Yeah…Just kinda stressed…My girl is missing and-and I’ve been looking for her.”

“Yeah? Shit, man, I’m sorry. You got a picture? Maybe I’ve seen her? Can’t hurt.” The man offered. Thatcher let out a sigh and tugged out his phone, quickly clicking through to a picture of Taddie’s smiling face, then quickly turned it away as his eyes stung with tears, showing the guest. “Yo…Hold on-”

Thatcher looked up with a light sniffle as the man took his phone and Thatcher pushed himself to his feet as he said, “You’ve seen her? Where? Who was she with? What did he look like?”

“Whoa-Chill, my man. I think it was her…That shiny black car over there? Looks like it doesn’t belong at a motel like this? I saw some dude pull a woman out last night. They went into the room for like an hour? Then he put her back in the car and drove off.” The guest said, handing the phone back to Thatcher. As he started to tuck it away, the man said, “He came back this afternoon, just him. I don’t know where the girl went.”

“Thank you, man. Thank y-You have no idea how helpful that is…Ah, fuck-What, Theo?” Thatcher answered with a sigh, after ashing the cigarette.

“Thatcher, where the fuck are you?! Brother, you can’t just dip on me like that! Don’t go after him-” Theo started shouting as Thatcher wandered over to the car, memorizing the license plate.

“I wasn’t…But I think I found him anyway-8TR57L9. Run the plate, get me a name and run the credit cards attached to it.” Thatcher said, looking over the car before backing off and staring at the window of the hotel room it was parked in front of. Theo grumbled as he wrote down the plate.

“...Jesus Christ-Get back here, Thatcher. Now. Or I’ll call Mother and tell her where we are.” Theo threatened before ending the call, no doubt to call Tristan to have him run the plate. Thatcher sighed and tucked his phone away before he rubbed a hand over his face and backed away, heading for their hotel.

Thatcher sat on the edge of his bed as Theo spoke on the phone with Tristan. Theo had made his older brother wait until morning before he called Tristan to see what he found. Thatcher barely slept, only nodding off for 5-10 minute power naps. Everytime his mind drifted off to sleep, wandering into dreams, it was nothing but horror and Taddie, two things he never wanted to mix, and it jolted him awake. Finally, the sun rose and Thatcher had quickly woken Theo, making him call his twin.

Theo paced back and forth as Theo spoke to Tristan in their own little twin language that they’d spoken since they were young, meaning Thatcher was left completely out of the loop until he burst out, “What is he saying, Theo?”

“-Relax, Thatch. He’s still getting information. Apparently, Jack’s been in the state for a month, looking for her. His last charge before Virginia was New York on the 19th last month…” Theo said before switching languages and walking away from Thatcher.

“The 19th…Fuck-” Thatcher shoved his head into his hand with a deep sigh as his thoughts rushed back to their day trip to New York on December 19th; Their first date when he took her to Rockafeller Center to go ice skating. Taddie had seemed to recognize something or someone, but quickly brushed it off. He now feared him bringing Taddie to New York was how Jack was able to find her and track her down by the following Wednesday when he showed up at the bar. He was the reason Jack was able to follow Taddie enough to kidnap her and now had her God-Knows-Where, doing God-Knows-What to her. He gave a sniffle as he lifted his head, Theo coming back and ending the call with Tristan. “What did he say, Theo?”

“He charged his card for a room at the motel you were at two days ago. He checked out today. Let’s go. We’re gonna find the car and keep an eye on him. Father’s almost here-Within the hour.

“That’s not soon enough, Theo.” Thatcher said, shooting up from the bed and snatching up his guns from the table, tucking one in his waistband, behind his back, the other in the front, beneath his hoodie.

“Thatch, you’re going to get yourself killed-” Theo started, grabbing his own guns and following his older brother out of the room and down the hall.

“The only one that’s getting killed is that douchebag. He’s already a dead man walking.” Thatcher shot back as he stormed out of the hotel lobby and to the car. Theo sighed and quickly threw down $400 on the counter, along with the keycards before following Thatcher out and unlocking the car.

As Theo slid into the driver’s side and started the car, he let out a deep sigh and said, “Thatch, I know you want her safe, but you need to do this properly. We’re going to find him, then tell Father. When he gets here with his men, we can go in and take her.”

“If we find him and he’s moving her, we’re taking her, Theo. I don’t care! I’m not waiting for Father!-Move! Go!” Thatcher called, slamming his hand on the dash as he fidgeted around. Theo took a deep breath then sighed as he peeled out of the parking space and they began their hunt.

Jack had returned that morning with what was left of his coffee and the last half of the last Donette in the package. She inhaled the small bit of food and drink, wanting to plead with him for more, but she was too terrified to let her hunger and thirst bother her. He untied her hands, if only briefly, to retie the rope, tighter and in many more knots.

“Jack? Honey, please, you don’t need-” Taddie’s gentle words were cut off with a yelp as his hand shot to her face, gripping her jaw and squeezing. She dug her nails into his wrist, hoping it would make him let go, instead, made him squeeze harder.

“Don’t start with me, Taddie. You’ve been mouthing off for a week and now that I’ve given you what you wanted, you wanna be all sweet and think I’ll give you your way…Not this time, sweetie. I’m sick of this state, I’m taking you home; Where you’re going to fucking stay this time. Am I clear?” Jack shot at her with a glare. Taddie sniffed and nodded, biting her lip with a soft whimper. Jack gave a flick of his wrist, pushing her face away with a disgusted scoff before he stood. Jack smirked at her, then tossed the crumpled up coffee cup at her, letting out a soft laugh as it bounced off the side of her head, splashing a few drops of coffee on her face.

Something in that action made her snap and Taddie shot a glare at him as he continued to laugh. With a growl that formed into a wild cry, Taddie shot out her foot at him, connecting with his knee. Jack cried out in pain as his knee buckled and he went down, holding the joint as he hissed in and out. She sniffled and shifted, pushing herself to her feet as he looked up at her, his blue eyes burning.

“You’re gonna fucking regret that, you bitch.” Jack growled at her, gently getting to his feet and shuffling over to her. Taddie wiped her hands over her face, giving a sniffle and panting, lightly.

“I’m not. Afraid of you. Jack. You can’t. Fucking. Control me anymore.” Taddie growled right back. Jack let out a cruel laugh and she quickly looked around, snatching up a piece of wood from a broken frame and whirled around, swinging the wood with a cry. Jack caught it in his hand and ripped it away from her, quickly swinging it right back at her. Taddie was able to duck and she quickly swung her bound hands into his groin, making him double over with a pained groan. She gasped, softly, then panted as she used her whole body to slam into him, knocking them both to the floor. Jack kicked her away, making her roll and hit her back on the nearby wall, then rolled over with a groan as he cupped himself and squeaked out, “You bitch…I’ll fucking kill you…Oh, fuck-”

Taddie whimpered and picked herself up on all fours before crawling over to the metal pipe he’d tied her to. Gathering every ounce of strength she had, along with a deep scream, Taddie yanked and yanked on the pipe wiggling it violently until it broke off and the chain slipped free. It had snapped so suddenly and Taddie had been jostling it so furiously, it snapped back on her, sending her to the floor, landing on her back, hard. She let out a whine and gently rolled from side to side as pain blossomed over her body and her world went black.

Theo drove around the town and they managed to find Jack’s conspicuous, shiny, black car and followed him until he pulled into an abandoned construction site. Theo stayed back until they saw the man walk up and into the building. They pulled in behind him and Theo quickly called Tyr to give him the address before cutting the engine and letting out a sigh. Thatcher shifted in his seat, gripping the armrest so tight that the leather creaked before he released it then quickly got out of the car before Theo could lock him in.

“Hey-No-Thatch!” Theo called as he scrambled out after him. Thatcher took a few more steps toward Jack’s car before Theo appeared in front of him, pressing his hands to Thatcher’s chest.

“Relax, I’m not going in-Theo, move.” Thatcher said, pushing him aside as he dug a pocket knife from his hoodie and flicked it open. Theo sighed as he watched Thatcher stick the blade into three of the four tires before he put it away with a satisfied smirk. With a deep sigh, Theo asked, “Feel better? Thatch, get back in the car, man. Come on.”

“If he comes out I’m gonna confront him! He wants to show up like a coward with a mask and a gun, then shoot, not only me, but fucking Tris?! Nah, fucker’s not running this time.” Thatcher said with a deep growl as he began pacing. Theo sighed and opened his mouth to speak, but they began to hear screams and sounds of something breaking. Without a seconds hesitation, Thatcher took off into the building, beginning to search for Taddie.

“Thatcher-Goddamn it…” Theo pulled out his gun and cocked it as he ran into the building after his brother.

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