#doug collins

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Doug Collins

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I’ve been spending a lot of time in prison with some real Hellraisers. (But I will say, for a legendary villain, Doug Bradley is super Chill.) Catch up on #CWGothamKnights on The CW website or app now so you’re ready for tomorrow night’s episode:  bit.ly/CWGothamKnights

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indecision // bearings

photo by danny derusso 4/12/22

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amanda’s long list of fandom-lite ships (3/?) laurie miller & doug stevens - swingtown (2008)  “this works, you know. you and me.”

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Least favorite 911 characters:

Doug. (Deserved to be killed)

The Buckley parents (I hope they never return)

Chim's dad and stepmother (abandoning his son)

Abby (she didn't deserve Buck)

Shannon (idk, she just gives me bad vibes)

The Diaz parents (both terrible)

Athena's mother Beatrice (not cool how she treated Bobby)

Gloria (she was kinda cool in the episode where she briefly returned to thank Maddie)

Claudette (a bully)

Eva (Thank God she's gone.)

Gerrard (I really hope he leaves soon)

Tommy (I know he's probably changed, but until it's confirmed, I don't like him.)

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Ouch. 💔😥

They don't deserve that. It hurts a lot.

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[B] bee .. [T] tee .. [W] double-u

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that's it for me with CW.

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Gallery: Bearings @ Rickshaw Theatre - Vancouver, BC Date: April 8, 2023 Photographed by: Danielle Costelo

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¿Quién es Doug Collins? Una mirada a la elección de Trump para encabezar el VA

El presidente electo Donald Trump ha nominado a un Fuerzas aéreas Capellán de reserva y excongresista será el próximo secretario de la Departamento de Asuntos de Veteranos. El exrepresentante Doug Collins, de 58 años, un republicano de Georgia que se postuló por última vez para un cargo en 2020, cuando compitió por un escaño en el Senado de Estados Unidos, sirvió dos años como Marina de guerra…

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Bret Stephens and Gail Collins Discuss Voting Intentions and Political Choices

Conversation Between Bret Stephens and Gail Collins Bret Stephens: Please don��t tell me you’re going to ask about my voting intentions. Gail Collins: Well, Bret, what would make you think I would do that? It’s just that I keep getting approached by people on the street who are eager to know if you’ll be supporting Kamala Harris. I’m not exaggerating. Come on, just give us a hint! Bret: You truly…

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Legendary basketball coach Doug Collins led the Chicago Bulls to three NBA Finals and won Coach of the Year award in 1982.

Link: Doug Collins (basketball)

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Back Row, left to right: Dave Collins, Paul Blair, Rick Auerbach, Tom Hume, Ray Knight, Doug Bair, Dan Driessen, Harry Spilman, Junior Kennedy, Vic Correll.

Middle Row: Doug Bureman, Traveling Secretary; Bernie Stowe, Equipment Manager; Cesar Geronimo, Dave Tomlin, Frank Pastore, Bill Bonham, Mike LaCoss, George Foster, Manny Sarmiento, Hector Cruz, Dave Doyle, Bat Boy; Larry Starr, Trainer.

Front Row: Tom Seaver, Joe Morgan, Dave Concepcion, Russ Nixon, Coach; Bill Fischer, Coach; John McNamara, Manager; Harry Dunlop, Coach; Ron Plaza, Coach; Fred Norman, Johnny Bench, Mario Soto, Absent; Ken Griffey

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An eyebrow quirked at that ‘hopefully’ comment, a little hint of a grin pulling at her lips. “You want to get used to being called Mouse? Strange man - or should I say, strange mouse…” she mused, humming happily at the thought. She’d heard stranger things before from a various number of people, this was nothing in comparison. However, there was a part of her wondered if there was another hidden meaning instead. Could it have been…the idea of getting used to her, perhaps? Too soon to tell, and she berated herself for her wandering thoughts, mentally rolling her eyes at the notion. She was really getting ahead of herself, perhaps too ahead. For goodness sake, she hadn’t even set foot inside at that point. But now she was, gladly trotting behind him as Sam led the way, taking in the surroundings, how his place was decorated, etc. It was nice, warm and inviting were the vibes she got. “You know, I think this is the first time someone has told me to mind my head…” Lydia said, laughing it off. She was quite short, though had been told in the past her fiery attitude made up for her petite height. 

Stepping through the threshold that brought them out on to the balcony, she was immediately floored by the view. Yes, he was definitely correct about that. “The view is lovely,” she instantly said, smiling brightly over at him as she got herself situated in one of the seats.  This was all nice. Very nice. Of course he had lots of questions, he was a detective. It was part of the job, was it not? She would’ve pointed it out any other time but funnily enough, she found herself quite content just to listen to him talk. Better than whatever word vomit had left her mouth only seconds prior. The deadly joke comment earned a laugh tumbling from her lips, shaking her head at Sam as she took a sip from her glass. “Actually, I think that was a deadly joke,” Lydia pointed out with a wry grin. “And you would be surprised what humour can come from working with the dead. I know technically you do but… I don’t know where I was going with that.” Again with the word vomit. She was usually better than this. What was getting into her? 

Brows raised at the flurry of questions, she tilted her head a fraction. She noticed how Sam seemed to be asking the easy stuff, first. Which was smart, and she didn’t mind answering. With Lydia, it depended. Sometimes she was an open book, out with it with no questions asked. It was an illusion; the deeper you go, the more closed off she was, though she would try and hide that with coming out with some other random shit to make her seem so ‘open.’ She was a tough nut to crack. Only more so over recent years. Talking about herself was something she didn’t mind, per se, but she preferred to learn about other people. But she could try. That much was true. About to answer his question, sipping her drink again, Sam made a comment about it sounding like a chat show and that earned another soft laugh from her mouth. “It would feel chat show like if you suddenly went,” Lydia paused, clearing her throat for added effect as she put on a voice, her best attempt to sound like a chat show host. “Lydia Collins, come on down. How was that?” Awaiting his reaction, she hid behind her glass as a smirk threatened to spread across her lips. “But to answer your questions: I’m from Detroit, and I’ve been a forensic pathologist for… a good few years now, I think. I got told a lot when I first started that I looked too young to be one. Not my fault I was capable of sailing through and becoming qualified a bit earlier than most.” She shrugged. Little did she know there was more to that story, and that her father’s meddling had something to do with that. But for all this time, she genuinely believed it had been her sheer hard work and perseverance. “How about you? Where are you from, how long have you been a detective for? What made you decide to become a detective?” An extra question for added curiosity. It showed more interest than just throwing his original questions back at him.

“Okay okay” he chuckled as she called him mouse. “I’m going to have to get used to that…well hopefully” he added the last bit, reminding himself that well, she might not want to get used to spending her time with him. But something told him, he had a shot here. “Right this way” he said and lead the way to the balcony, it was a large window they had to climb out of the get onto it, “it’s not a door per-se, so just mind your head” he said as he climbed out and showed her the seats he had. They weren’t used all that often, seeing as he didn’t usually have a lot of friends over. He had a small circle, and he was glad to keep it that way.

He laughed at her ramblings, and shook his head when she’d finished. “No actually… I haven’t thought of anything new, but I do have lots of questions because, well I don’t have much to go on right now…you live downstairs, but there’s not much humour in that, I know you work with dead people…and there’s even less humour in that” he said, trailing off a bit at the end but couldn’t help but let out a laugh too. “Maybe I could say I don’t have any deadly jokes….” He said, and raised his eye brows, his hand extended in a “how was that one” motion while he sipped his beer. “But I need more…if you don’t mind that is…but uhh, where are you from? Have you been doing your job long?” He started, he was thinking of adding some more questions but thought best to just leave her begin talking about herself. “I hope this doesn’t feel quite so…chat show like” he laughed, wanting to add that I just want to get to know you, but left it on his tongue instead.

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literally can be your favorite, the one you think is funniest, the weirdest, idc.