#sheriff sean

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Alias #13

[thekenobee]

I really enjoyed the first half of the title

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves production and publicity photographs by David James (1991)

[msilverstar]

Sean Bean to play the Sheriff of Nottingham

“This vision of the Sheriff of Nottingham is unique: a statesman, a strategist, and a builder of Nottingham itself. A loving father, a politician, and cousin to King Henry II. He navigates the dangerous tides of power, facing not only an outlaw in the woods but also the ambitions of Eleanor of Aquitaine and the Norman Barons that surround him. Cunning and pragmatic, he is a man who rules with an iron hand, not out of cruelty, but an unshakable belief that the law, as Normans see it, must be preserved.”

Does look like a multidimensional character!

What a craggy face he has achieved! I'm almost his age and it is reconciling me to my wrinkly and saggy bits.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

AP, via Chicago Sun-Times:

SPRINGFIELD — Gov. J.B. Pritzker called Wednesday for the resignation of the sheriff whose deputy fatally wounded Sonya Massey in her home last month after the Black woman called 911 for help. Pritzker said Jack Campbell should step down because “the sheriff has failed.” Sean Grayson, 30, faces three counts of first-degree murder, aggravated battery with a firearm and official misconduct in the July 6 shooting death of Massey, 36. Campbell, who hired Grayson for the Sangamon County Sheriff’s Department in May 2023, reiterated his intent Wednesday to stay on the job.

“He has failed to explain how he ended up hiring this deputy sheriff who has been fired from other departments,” Pritzker said of Campbell at an event in Chicago. “He failed to put forward reforms that clearly need to be made, training and other reforms, and still has failed to meet with the Massey family.” There is no evidence Grayson was fired from any previous job. Pritzker did not elaborate on what “training and other reforms” Campbell should have implemented since the killing. Grayson has come under scrutiny because — before becoming a law enforcement officer — he was kicked out of the Army a decade ago for the first of two drunken driving arrests within a year. His law enforcement career included six jobs in four years, during which he received reviews indicating he needed more training and had one disciplinary problem.

Grayson was fired on July 17 for violating use-of-force standards by shooting Massey rather than taking nonlethal action when he said he felt threatened by a pan of hot water she was holding in another room, according to authorities.

Illinois Gov. JB Pritzker (D) is correct to call for the resignation of the Sangamon County Sheriff over his handling of the police killing of Sonya Massey.

[abs0luteb4stard]

W A T C H I N G

The 155-minute director's cut

[old-books-excite-me]

considering drawing old men yaoi

[summersnow82]

Somethin’ Bad - Part 20

Fanfiction_The Quarry

Fictober 2024_Prompt 19: “This is getting ridiculous.”

Summary: Annabelle and Travis come to an agreement of sorts.

Author’s note: Guys. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this piece out. I have not abandoned this fic, but life can be ruthlessly demanding sometimes. I love y’all. I appreciate y’all. Thanks for sticking with me. We’re nearing the end.

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Part 20

Travis blinked. He’d pictured this evening going many ways, but this… this was not it.

Annabelle tightened her grip on his suit lapels. “Where is Sean?” She repeated.

Under normal circumstances Travis would’ve told her to shut up or untangled himself from her hold with little effort, but tonight… tonight his mind was drawing a blank on what to do or how to reply. Tonight she looked stunning with red lips, long black lashes, and curls that framed her face in a flattering retro style. Her figure was emphasized in a classic skirt and blouse, and the heels made her legs look even more delectable. She was polished, perfumed, and before he realized it his arms were snaking around her back like an old lover. The surprise was evident as her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest; enough time for him to lean in and close the distance.

… and be greeted with a palm to his face.

“Oh, you must be kidding me,” she grumbled, shrugging out of his hold, whirling on her heel, and marching back to the grand house. Before she entered she turned to face him adding, “Don’t worry. I’ll find him. It’s what we do.”

Travis felt his face burn with embarrassment as he watched her go, and he adjusted his suit for a moment, hoping the blush would die down. He did notice, however, with a small quirk of his lips that she had left the door open this time.

………..

“Well, isn’t this nice?” Darlene asked, finally sitting down at the dining room table. She’d been running back and forth to the kitchen, insisting Annabelle sit still across from the smirking sheriff. Frank wasn’t helping, either. He seemed perfectly content to let the two of them sit in an awkward silence without any assistance on his part. Instead, he sat at the head of the table watching the two of them with an ever growing grin on his face. “Frank, would you like to bless the food,” Darlene asked, casting a knowing smile at her husband.

“Of course, darling.” Frank bowed his head, and said, “Heavenly Father, we thank you for the food we are about to eat, the hands that prepared it, and the company we are about to enjoy. We ask You to nourish our bodies to Your Holy Service, to bless this time together, and to help us put aside our stubborn pride and see the gifts before us. In Your Name, Father, amen.” He looked up to see Darlene ducking her head to hide a smile while both Travis and Annabelle both seemed just a touch more humble.

“Thank you for inviting me over, Frank,” Travis said, breaking the silence. “Darlene, everything looks wonderful.” His dark eyes flicked up to look at Annabelle. “Absolutely everything.” Annabelle’s mouth opened just a touch, her surprise evident at the compliment.

“Isn’t she just the picture?” Darlene asked, smiling over at the younger woman. “You’ve indulged me so much, Alice. I never had a daughter, and I always wondered what it would’ve been like.” She reached over, taking Annabelle’s hand in her own, and offering an affectionate squeeze. “Thank you for that.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” Annabelle said, staring down at her empty plate. “I’m not used to such kindness.” She glanced up for a moment, and caught Travis’ eye. “But gracious hosts seem abundant in North Kill.” It wasn’t an apology or forgiveness, but it was a step in the right direction, and it made Frank smile.

After dinner Annabelle offered to clear the table, and with some silent encouragement from Frank Travis was soon on his feet, helping her carry Darlene’s fine china to the kitchen. The two washed and dried the dishes in silence, and they were finishing up when Darlene popped her head in, stating she and Frank were going to go for a bit of a walk and give the “lovebirds” time to talk more openly.

Annabelle’s protests fell on deaf ears as the door swung shut behind the older woman, and Travis shrugged. “At least I don’t have to call you Alice for a bit.”

Annabelle shot him a glare before returning to her work. “You almost slipped up at dinner. At least twice,” she stated.

“Frank knows,” Travis replied.

She almost dropped the dish she was holding. “He… what? He knows what?”

Travis kept drying the plate in his hands. His mother had been strict about dish duty; he’d put a damp dish away once, and she’d made sure he would never make the same mistake again. “He knows your real name is Annabelle. Knows who Sean is. Knows something’s been going on since the fire, but not all the details.” He polished the dish again, more out of habit than necessity. “Don’t worry. He won’t tell.” He was so focused on the dish he almost dropped it when Annabelle’s hands closed around his own.

“It’s dry, Travis.” She spoke softly, and her concern was evident, but Travis didn’t want her concern right now. He wanted to know if she was still going to help him come the next full moon, and he asked her as much. “I said I would, and I meant it,” she told him, her hands still holding onto his. “How did Frank find all this out?” She took the dish from him as she spoke, deftly taking the dish towel, too, and began to dry the remaining dishes. He recounted the events of the previous night, and though he was tempted to exclude it, he shared the reason why Sean had to be moved so abruptly. She leaned back against the counter, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wow. Travis, your family. I mean - .”

“Don’t.” The word was hard and cold, and his eyes told Annabelle he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. “My family is my family. It is what it is.”

Annabelle shook her head, and turned back to the dishes. “This is getting ridiculous,” she murmured. “I mean, how are we supposed to help your family when they keep trying to kill us? We went from sleeping in a jail cell to being put into hiding, and for what?” Her voice rose as she allowed all her pent-up frustration to tumble off her tongue. She squared her jaw, shook her head, and turned, saying, “Maybe we should just leave…,” and the words died in her throat. Travis was slumped in a kitchen chair, elbows on his knees, his long, thin fingers raked through his dark hair.

“Travis,” she said softly, crouching down in front of him with a gentle hand on his knee. “Travis, I’m sorry. Really. I didn’t…,” she struggled to find the words. “I want to help you, I do. I’m just…,” she trailed off, shaking her head.

“My family… we didn’t mean to hurt anybody,” he said quietly.

Annabelle nodded. She knew underneath the gruff exterior, cold glares, and grunts Travis was a good man. She wanted to believe the rest of his family was, too, but her experience with his parents made it difficult, and knowing what she did about Evelyn, and his past didn’t help. “But people have been hurt, Travis,” she said quietly.

“Don’t you think I know that!” He shouted, throwing his hands in the air as he jerked away from her. His chair scraped the floor at the motion, and she recoiled at the burst of movement, falling back against the cold tile floor. Travis froze, his eyes wide with a mix of panic and horror. “Oh. Oh, no. Belle, I - ,” he stammered, and he looked so lost Annabelle couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He raked trembling hands through his hair and over his face. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of this was supposed to happen,” he cried before quietly adding, “We’re just… trying to survive.”

“I know a little bit about that,” Annabelle said softly.

He couldn’t help but chuckle – a dark, rueful chuckle, but still. “Yeah. I guess you do.” He met her eyes, and then looked away quickly. “I’m no good at this, Belle.”

“People or werewolves?” She asked.

He shrugged. “Both.” He took a cautious step in her direction, hesitated, then extended a hand to help her up.

“I will help you,” she said once he’d pulled her to her feet, “but I can’t do that constantly looking over my shoulder, and Sean has to be somewhere safe once the full moon comes.” Travis nodded. “So,” she began carefully, “we need a plan.”

“You got one?”

She grinned. “I was hoping you had one, Sheriff.”

Travis arched a brow, and had the gall to look down his nose at her before saying, “Ma’am, I need more than a glass of red wine with dinner for that.”

Her smile broadened; there was her grumpy Sheriff. And then an idea struck her, and she could tell by the tilt in his head he saw the gears in her head begin to turn. “Do you have a bar in North Kill?” She asked.

If it was possible, Travis looked at her even further down his nose. “Yes,” he answered slowly. “Right along with electricity and running water.”

“Do they, by any chance, have a karaoke night?”

Travis’ lip curled. “Unfortunately. Why?”

Annabelle’s smile was so wide she could barely contain herself. “Why Sheriff, I do believe I have a plan.” She closed her eyes, hummed a tune, and then sang, “Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clappin’. Got a real good feelin’ somethin’ bad’s about to happen.”

[fawnsuga]

Key Witnesses, Investigators, and Related Individuals Who Died After the Shooting

April 29, 1999

Robert Patterson, a 19-year-old man with a prior incarceration history, was found deceased by suicide at his home in Wheat Ridge, Colorado. His mother informed investigators that she believed he took his life due to fears of returning to jail. (10k, p.21470)

Unknown, May 1999

Antuane Johnson, a close friend of the Shoels family, was shot and killed in a parking lot weeks after the massacre. The case remains unsolved, and it is suggested that Johnson was assisting the Shoels family in their inquiries about the massacre and may have "known too much."

July 4, 1999

Vicki Buckley, Colorado's Secretary of State, collapsed and died at the age of 51. She had a close relationship with the Shoels family and was involved in their quest for the truth regarding the Columbine tragedy.

July 4, 1999

A Jefferson County sheriff shot and killed an unidentified man in Clement Park, adjacent to Columbine High School. The identity of the deceased was never released by officials.

July 10, 1999

Corey Hager, a key witness, died in a car accident at the age of 15. His sister reported to investigators that he was at home having lunch, despite eyewitness accounts placing him with deceased victim Steven Curnow in the cafeteria prior to the shooting. Hager was never interviewed regarding the incident.

May 6, 1999

Sean Brenner, a student from a nearby school, committed suicide. A week following the Columbine shooting, he allegedly confided in a friend about feeling guilty for not reporting a rumor he had heard regarding the attack. (10k, p.24945)

May 8, 1999

Dana Plato, an actress, reportedly died from a prescription drug overdose in Oklahoma, with some speculating that it was murder. Plato had been residing with Rachel Scott's family before her untimely death.

July 10, 1999

Corey Hager, who witnessed the events in the Columbine cafeteria, died in a car accident in his hometown of North Dakota. When investigators attempted to contact him, his sister informed them that he had recently passed away.

October 22, 1999

Carla June Hochhalter, mother of wounded student Ann Marie Hochhalter, allegedly entered an Englewood pawn shop with ammunition, requested to see a firearm, and subsequently shot herself in the head before discharging the weapon into a wall. Despite the presence of witnesses, no one reported seeing the incident. Documentation related to this occurrence has been unobtainable, and her "suicide note" has not been disclosed; she is also not listed in the Social Security Death Index.

February 14, 2000

Around midnight, Nicholas Kunselman, 16, and Stephanie Hart, 17, students and sweethearts, were shot to death at a Subway sandwich shop located two blocks south of Columbine High School. Kunselman was working a closing shift, and Hart had come to give him a ride home.

An employee passing by around 1:30 a.m. discovered their bodies after noticing the lights on inside the shop. Initial reports indicated that the windows had been shot out; however, video evidence contradicted this, showing no bullet holes. The media characterized the incident as a robbery, yet no money was taken from the register, and the security cameras were conveniently off.

Deceased victim Rachel Scott previously worked at that Subway location, and a member of the Scott family (Beth Nimmo) shared a backyard with Hart and her mother, Kelly Grizzell. Hart had once baked a purple cake shaped like a bucket hat for Scott.

Courtney Scott, an 18-year-old cousin of Stephanie, reportedly discovered the bodies. She visited the makeshift memorial in the parking lot. It remains unclear whether Stephanie is related to Rachel Scott's family or simply shares the same last name.

May 4, 2000

Greg Barnes, a basketball star at Columbine, committed suicide in his home by hanging himself while playing "Adam's Song" on repeat. Barnes was one of the students who helped keep Dave Sanders alive during the incident. His struggles with depression were unknown to those around him.

Unknown, 2001

According to the documentary Columbine - What Went Wrong, produced by Phyllis Schlafly, former Columbine student Ben Kuhn died by hanging. Kuhn was a sophomore in 2001 but is not listed in the Social Security Death Index, with records indicating he lived in Colorado and owned property as of 2024.

January 27, 2002

James Springer, Robert Zajac, and Erin Gollas were shot and killed in an AMF bowling alley in Littleton. Eyewitnesses reported seeing an individual wearing a black trench coat leave the area.

December 2, 2002

Key witness Theresa Miller (Theresa Laura) succumbed to cancer at the age of 44. Miller was present with Dave Sanders during the incident and extinguished a fire in the adjacent science office after a Molotov cocktail detonated.

January 27, 2003

Jonathan Ladd, a witness who reported a bomb threat called into the school that morning, died in a mid-air plane crash in Denver. SWAT teams immediately secured the crash site, restricting access to the wreckage.

August 28, 2005

Tiffany Lien, an outside witness and freshman, was shot to death along with her friend by her husband.

On the day of the attack, Lien was having lunch with a friend outside the school cafeteria on April 20, 1999, when they heard shots and witnessed two individuals being shot. They fled to a bathroom and heard a shooter yelling, "I hate you," before managing to escape to safety.

September 10, 2006

Tim Roche, a reporter for TIME Magazine, died from multiple strokes at the age of 38. Roche was the only journalist permitted to view the Basement Tapes.

September 13, 2007

Joe Stair, founder of the Trench Coat Mafia, hanged himself with an extension cord in his grandfather's garage. His funeral coincided with the dedication of a newly built memorial.

September 25, 2007

Charles Luke Milam, a member of the Columbine class of 1999, died in combat in Afghanistan. On the day of the shooting, Milam left the school to eat lunch at home around 11:00 a.m. and was denied re-entry around noon.

June 17, 2007

Sergeant Bill Black, commander of the Littleton SWAT team, died of cancer at the age of 58. He was on duty during the Columbine shooting on April 20, 1999. Black is not listed in the Social Security Death Index.

November 16, 2008

Former Jefferson County Sheriff Russ Cook was found dead in his home from unknown causes at age 59. Media reports indicated he struggled with alcohol addiction, which may have contributed to his death. Cook was elected in November 2002 and resigned in July 2003, subsequently replaced by Ted Mink.

"I still don't know what the truth is with Columbine," stated Cook before his election in 2002.

Community sources suggested that Cook was writing a tell-all book about Columbine at the time of his death and expressed suspicions of foul play.

"He scared the bejeezus out of the powers that be in Jefferson County during his short time in office. For one thing, he spoke with reporters without prior clearance from his handlers, a significant departure from the previous administration's stonewalling. He was determined to uncover the truth about the Columbine incident... He felt pressure and betrayal from those he believed would support him in difficult times. He discussed running for county commissioner and was writing a book about Jefferson County politics.

He faced court appearances and adverse reactions to prescription medications. There was likely more happening than I was aware of. Friends reported similar experiences. Russ was becoming reclusive, they said..." —Alan Prendergast

June 7, 2009

Former Jefferson County dispatcher Cindy Cline died from an unspecified short-term illness.

Cline was the shift supervisor at the Jefferson County Sheriff’s Office 911 call center during the Columbine shootings, assisting in managing hundreds of calls on April 20, 1999.

Unknown, 2010

David Caravan, a former member of the Trench Coat Mafia, died from undisclosed causes, with some suggesting it was suicide.

June 15, 2013

Key witness Matt DePew was electrocuted while working on an electrical pole. He had been hiding in the cafeteria with other students and made statements that contradicted the official narrative. For instance, he claimed a suspect had said, “one’s coming in!” DePew also mentioned in a radio interview that his father, Wayne DePew, one of the first officers on the scene, had pursued the shooters and “did what he had to do,” suggesting his father may have killed them. DePew is not listed in the Social Security Death Index.

September 8, 2006

Timothy Roche, a reporter for TIME Magazine, died after suffering multiple strokes at age 38. He was the only journalist allowed to view the “Basement Tapes” and authored a significant article about them, which included numerous quotes. Following the publication, Jefferson County claimed Roche had agreed not to publish a story about the tapes, stating he was shown them solely for “background information.” Roche is not listed in the Social Security Death Index.

November 11, 2010

Former Trench Coat Mafia associate David Caravan died at age 29 from unknown causes. He was described by Columbine’s financial secretary, Ramona Madden, as "strange and intimidating."

May 18, 2019

Key witness and library survivor Stephen Austin Eubanks died of a drug overdose in his home. Eubanks was a recovery advocate, using his life story to inspire others toward sobriety, although he struggled with addiction following the traumatic loss of his best friend, Cory DePooter, during the attack. Eubanks is not listed in the Social Security Death Index.

May 1, 2001

Former Arapahoe County Sheriff Patrick Sullivan died at the age of 78. He served as Sheriff from 1984 to 2002 and was well-respected until his arrest for trading meth for sex in 2011. Sullivan was also tasked with investigating allegations that the Columbine shooters were assaulted during their January 1998 arrest. He is not listed in the Social Security Death Index.

July 22, 2006

Miceal McEwen, a former colleague of the shooters at Blackjack Pizza, committed suicide at age 23. He was reported to have had foreknowledge of the shooting, with a series of “tragic events” eventually leading to his death.

December 26, 2006

Key witness Brandi Jo Malonson went missing after leaving her parents’ house to meet with friends.

Malonson was a cafeteria witness who observed two suspects in trench coats entering the cafeteria and opening fire. She was friends with deceased victims Isaiah Shoels and Subway murder victims Nicholas Kunselman and Stephanie Hart-Grizzell.

"Brandi stated she saw a guy wearing a long black trench coat and a black ski mask inside the cafeteria. He was with another guy who was also wearing a long black trench coat. The first guy had a gun inside his coat." (11k, p.3635)

Investigators indicated that the suspects did not fire inside the cafeteria at that time, and only one shooter was still wearing a trench coat.

Malonson remains missing, and her sister, Monica (class of 1999), also died at a young age.

[frillydolle]

More of mean Arthur plssss😋😋😋

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 very lowhonour　 agegap(he's older)　 hes possessive?　 you're slightly oblivious　 mdni suggestive themes near the end　 a.m ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡ ˚

arthur finally had enough of camp, enough of clemens point, that he had you strung along with him to go to the saloon in rhodes. of course, you were excited because you've never really left the camp grounds since the blackwater planning. you overheard sean talking loudly about much of a pretty town rhodes is. how the town bas its own gunsmith, general store, butcher, post office, sheriff's office and even a church. so obviously you were happy enough to go anything to leave the stress of camp. arthurs plan was just to finally have time to himself.. and his woman.

“'s so nice in here, arthur!”

“'nd filled with fellers so y'better stay close, understand?”

and that you did. you stayed close as you walked in with him. only for arthur to wrap his thick arm around your waist, letting the other folk know that you were spoken for. arthur gave a small nod towards you, indicating that you pick a table to sit and you follow suit. while you waited for him to come back, you flattened out your skirt and tucked your shirt a little more. the saloon was lively as ever! folks were having fun as they're drinking, laughing, dancing, it was a lovely sight to see, catching yourself smiling at the thought.

“hi there, doll. how're ya?”

you looked up, expecting to see arthur back, and then it wasn't him, but a very older man who was sitting very close to you. although, he seemed a little... gross, but he seemed nice enough to talk to, just until arthur came back. that's fine, right? the man seemed okay despite his flirting limes that you were completely oblivious to.

“yer a pretty one, honey.. a man like me could have ya enjoy yerself.”

“lemme show ya how to enjoy yerself, sugar.”

“are ya spoken for, sweetheart?”

only that caught you off guard, taking the rose coloured glasses off to realise what the man really wanted. but before you could say reply with some sweet words to get him off ur back, a certain cowboy came to ur rescue─

“pardon me, fellar, but are you talkin' to my woman?” your back straighten almost instandly, like you got caught doing something bad. that was a tone you were familiar with, the tome he'd used to threaten and intimadate another. the tone he used when pent-up anger was coursing through his bones. surely the other man wanted no trouble, everyone by now knew about arthur and his temper. “she was sittin' alone, 'nd who leaves a pretty woman all by hersel'?”

god, what an awful fool.

──

“arthur─ arthur, 'm sorry─ i didn't realise he was flirtin' with me!” you protest while he practically drags you up the stairs to your paid room, not without leaving that man to a bloody mess, of course. you didn't know he was flirting with you, really! he just seemed like a nice fella.. he was sitting close, yes, but that could mean anything. “c'mon girl, i know you ain't that stupid, are ya? y'knew exactly what he was doin, 'nd yer were most into it, too.”

although you let him drag you up to your shared room, he was always so cruel when he was one of these moods, never thought before he spoke, ever. he was always so so mean, and he'd never apologise. well, unless he saw you sob in front of him, only then.. he might apologise, but then again, he might. ye thought you looked pretty when you cried.

and so he manhandled you onto his lap, his iron grip against your hips might leave you a big bruise or two but you didn't mind too much, too focused on getting your older boyfriend to calm down just slightly. “arthur... y'know i love you, that man was just w big ol' fool, drunken fellers like that don't know what they're sayin'.” you say softly, trying to ease out his temper. “well he wasn't getting quiite touchy, i aint like that. he would've done more t'ya if it werent fir me.”

“maybe i should remind me how no other man is gonna love ya like i do, hm?”

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Arthur Morgan x Reader (fluff)

A Sip of Mayhem

Description: Arthur captures a bounty who'd drug his customers by offering them “juice” just to rob them blind. He confiscated a bottle to show the sheriff, but forgot it in his satchel, deciding to deal with it the next day. That night, when he witnesses your stumbling figure practically catcall him from across camp and found the bottle on his desk, empty, he faces a lot of trouble getting you to settle down. ⚠️Warnings: reader is basically drunk, tries to jump into a stream, mentions of religious upbringing, being orphaned. this aint dark, just stupid and funny `(*>﹏<*)′

The small jeweled bottle of strange liquid sat on Arthurs desk, glowing softly under the moonlight. He’d meant to take it to the sheriff first thing in the morning after catching a bounty–a man who’d drug his customers and rob them blind, but after the long ride back to camp, his legs had screamed at him to sit down for a while, and he’d forgotten all about it.

Now, with the party in full swing celebrating Sean’s return to Horseshoe overlook, the bottle was the last thing on his mind. Laughter and the sound of a badly played fiddle filled the air as Sean drunkenly exaggerated some story during his time as a captive, waving a bottle of whiskey around like it was a prop in a stage play.

Arthur wasn’t much for parties, so he sat back in his chair, rolling a cigarette and letting the chaos unfold. He was half expecting you to join him, usually not one to enjoy loud gatherings or drinking yourself. He remembered you told him that your folks were real religious-like prior to their passing, before you had stumbled upon the gang of outlaws as a child. He enjoyed those quiet talks with you. He chuckled a little, outlawing was one thing, but drinking was where you crossed the line. That was until he heard your voice cut through the camp, slurred and way too loud.

“Well! aren’tchu a fiiine cowboy,” you practically purred from across camp.

Arthur’s head snapped up.

You stood there, dressed in your casual attire, a comfortable blouse and a long skirt. But you were unusually swaying like the wind was about to knock you over, a loopy grin plastered on your face. Your normally calm nature was nowhere to be found, gone, vanished, replaced by whatever nonsense had taken hold of you. 

You pointed at him dramatically, eyes nearly crossing,

“Arthur Morgannn,” you drawled, dragging out his name like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. “You got nice-“ you hiccuped, clutching your chest for a moment, “nice hands, made for holdin’ a lady, you know that?” You slurred as you stumbled toward him. 

Arthur’s cigarette nearly fell out of his mouth as his face reddened under the brim of his hat. “What the hell-”

Dutch, who had been dancing nearby with Molly, chuckled, “Now that ain’t normal.”

Arthur narrowed his eyes. It was then he noticed you hiccup again, looking oddly glassy-eyed. It didn’t take a genius to realize something was wrong. Then, like a switch flipping in his brain, he remembered.

The bottle.

It was on his desk, but opened, empty.

“Aw, hell,” Arthur groaned. He shot up from his chair and started toward you. “You didn’t—tell me you didn’t drink somethin’ off my desk.”

You hiccuped again and winced like he’d just accused you of murder, “Well..I did!” 

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and you spoke again, “it was a pretty lookin juice, Arthur! You’ gonna tell me juice is a crime now?-“

“Oh it weren’t no juice, woman!” Arthur snapped. 

“Well, what was in it?” Hosea, who had heard the ordeal nearby, appeared at his side, eyeing you with a suspicious yet concerned look. 

“It was a drug from a bounty! One I meant to turn into the sheriffs…” he trailed off, feeling foolish for the slip up.  

Hosea let out a long-suffering sigh beside him. “Great. She can’t even handle a cup of coffee without buzzing, what the hell’s a spiked drink gonna do to her?” 

“I don’t know,” Arthur muttered, reaching for you, but you took a dramatic step back, swaying. 

“Noooo, no, no,” you wagged your finger at him, “I don’t need your help.”

Arthur groaned before holding you by the shoulders and looking into your dilated pupils “Now, darlin’,” 

“Yeah?” Your gaze drifts here and there, seeing the world bend him in a funny way, before his finger snaps in front of you,

“You’re drunk off your ass, so you gotta let me and Hosea sit you down and-”

“Drunk?!” You gasped again, stumbling back from his hold. “I am not!”

You absolutely were.

“I do not-I don’t drink!”  You shout.

Then, before they could grab you, you turned tail and bolted.

Your brain was working at half-speed. Or maybe it was working at double speed. Who knew? Who cared?

All you knew was that Arthur was chasing you, and that was hilarious.

“You ain’t gonna catch me!” you whooped, dodging around the campfire, startling Uncle so bad he nearly fell off his log, 

“The hell’s wrong with you?” you heard the old man yelp, “knockin me round knowin’ i got lumbago-”

Arthur swore behind you. “Damn it— get back here girl!”

You tire out eventually, surrendering for a bit, “Fine! Fine I’ll sit down” you gasp catching your breath. 

“You better,” Arthur warned.

You plop down near Sean and Karen, looking back at Arthur who stands there half expecting you to bolt off again. 

Sean was running his mouth about something-something dramatic, no doubt. His accent was thick, his hands flying everywhere, and for some reason, that was hilarious too!

You scoot closer beside him,

“Ah, yes,” you said in a mock Irish accent, your voice dropping to a ridiculous brogue, “and then I took on ten men at once with only me fists and me Macguire bullocks!”

Sean blinked at you. “What the-”

“And I won the day for you lady!” you continued, grinning, wagging a finger in Karen’s face.

Sean’s face scrunched up. “Are you mockin’ me, lass?”

You gasped, “Mocking? I’d never!”

Sean turned to Karen, who was already laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach. “Is that what I sound like?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“Exactly,” she wheezed.

Arthur called out for you, but you were already on the move again, stumbling toward where Abigail, Tilly, and Mary-beth sat at a bed roll a few feet away.

You plopped yourself down between Mary-Beth and Tilly, sighing deeply, 

“Ladies,” you slurred, looking utterly exhausted.

They turned to you, amused.

Abigail chuckled seeing the obvious drunken flush in your face. “Well, if it ain’t our resident good girl. Thought you didn’t drink?”

“I don’t,” you huffed. “I was tricked. Hoodwinked.” You sighed dramatically, placing a hand on Mary-Beth’s knee before laying down entirely and resting your buzzing head in her lap.

“And now there’s some…admittedly, handsome fella, chasin’ me!” You whine with furrowed brows, stuffing your face into Mary-Beth’s torso.

Mary-Beth gasped, playing along. “Handsome fella? Who?”

You picked your head up a little too quickly, feeling the world spin a little. 

You looked around wildly, seeing Arthur linger a few feet away before whispering “Arthur.” 

The women exchanged a look before breaking into exaggerated gasps.

“No!” Tilly gasped, “that ruthless outlaw out to get you?” 

You nodded solemnly, “Yes ma'am.”

Abigail shot a look over your shoulder, and you turned, following her gaze, right to Arthur, who still stood with his arms crossed, rolling his eyes but, notably, fighting back a blush.

You pointed at him. “See? There he is.”

Mary Beth leaned in conspiratorially. “What’s he gonna do when he catches you?”

You considered it for a moment before your gaze caught the pistol tucked into Arthurs holster. Gasping, you felt a wave of fear overcome you, “Probably shoot me!”

“I wish,” Arthur scoffed, before leaning down to your level “Alright, time to go.”

He grabbed your arm gently, but you yelped and recoiled, flinging yourself back into Mary-Beth’s arms, hiding your face as if the boogie man was right there in front of you

 “See? He’s grabbin’ me!”

Arthur sighed, ripping you away from the girls and holding you up, “Pardon me ladies, just-gotta get this one to rest.”

But you were already wriggling out of his grasp. 

Nope. No way. You weren’t about to let him take you away like some unruly sack of potatoes. 

You were free. You were fast. You were-

“Gonna jump in a river!” you declared proudly, running full speed away from the camp and toward the small stream near camp.

“The hell you are!” Arthur hollered running after you, grabbing the attention of John who was keeping watch of camp. 

“The hell's wrong with her?” He asked Arthur, gesturing to you running off. 

“Long story,” Arthur groaned, before motioning John to help him out. 

You giggled maniacally as you turned back to see two fuzzy figures chase after you, “Try ‘n’ stop me you demons!”

“How the hell is she faster drunk?” John yelled through a strained breath.  

“I don’t know,” Arthur replied, darting through the foliage leading up to the river.  

Finally you reached it, a stream but it wasn’t just any stream, it was a darker blue with speckled stars and clouds stirring and swirling below it.

A perfect portal to jump through and explore, maybe it was the gates to heaven itself! 

You giggled, 

Who would’ve thought paradise was out here in the middle of nowhere? Were your parents there? 

You wondered if they were looking at a similar stream from the other side, waiting for you. 

Maybe they’d lecture you for accidentally drinking…and robbing…and killing…and stealing.

Well, there’s only one way to find out-

Right before you could fling yourself into the water, a pair of firm arms caught you from behind. The world really did turn upside down as Arthur lifted you right off your feet and tossed you over a shoulder.

“Agh! Put me down!” You flail wildly.

“This is for your own good” Arthur drawled, adjusting you like you weighed nothing.

John scoffed, flicking your forehead as he trailed behind, “Now who gave you a drink?” he asked incredulously. 

“Arthur.” 

The two escorted you back toward camp, your limbs flailing the whole way, mouth conjuring up the most unique insults directed at the two as you could. 

When you tried to grab John’s rifle, he leaned away quickly, “You better watch your drunk self.” 

“I ain’t drunk,” you insisted. “I’m just—” 

A hiccup cut you off and Arthur finally set you down. You staggered violently, grasping onto Arthur’s vest as John held out his hands in case you fell. 

Hosea met the three of you, arms crossed, looking more amused than anything. 

“Well?” he asked.

Arthur scoffed, motioning to you, “Crazy girl was about to drown herself.”

Hosea smirked. “So, what’s the plan? Tie her up like a runaway calf?”

“I ain’t a calf!” 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “Nah. Just gotta wait it out, get her to bed I guess.”

Hosea nodded and John huffed,

 “Good luck with that.” 

“Now,” Arthur turned to you and shook his head with a smirk, “don’t go drinking any more of my…” 

He paused, not wanting you to go off on a rampage about not having drunk alcohol, “Juice no’ more, you hear me woman?” 

You sulk a little and mutter, “Fine.” 

“Good, you don’t need any more of that,” John rolled his eyes as he walked off, “already a damn smart mouth when you’re sober.” 

“Come on now y/n, let’s get some rest, alright?” Hosea said, gently guiding you. 

“So, the ‘handsome cowboy’ did save her?” Dutch chuckled from where he stood outside his tent, smoking a cigar as he watched Hosea coax you into your tent. 

Arthur rolled his eyes, but as he turned away, he flushed a little as he recalled your drunk flirting. 

As much as he hated to admit it, he was amused by your flirtatious slip ups. 

But then his mind went back to you almost lunging into the stream.  

He is never going bounty hunting again.

[radicalgraff]

Freight graffiti for Sonya Massey.

On July 6, 2024, Sonya Massey, a 36-year-old African-American woman, was murdered in her home by deputy Sean Grayson of the Sangamon County Sheriff's Office in Woodside Township near Springfield, Illinois.

[zeglyth]

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[nthspecialll]

Something massively overlooked is Sean's trauma, not just being chased by the law his entire life because of his father's choices, only for his father whom he loved deeply to be shot in his sleep and to be sent to reform school where he gained religious trauma and suffered several forms of abuse. We do talk about that, not enough, but we talk about it, what we don't talk about is his torture.

Sean was captured and tortured and you can see the wounds he has, wounds that I have even seen people make fun of him for.

The missing tooth that people think makes him look stupid was pulled out, someone took a metal tool into his mouth and yanked it out with nothing to help the pain, they did that several times. In camp you can see him sometimes flinch when eating or drinking, some say it is just because he gets burned but none of the other characters does it.

His feet being slightly square and looking a bit strange is not just somthing he was born with, they were burned. They are misshapen and look weird because they are covered with burn scars.

Yet even when he suffered like that he still did not tell, he did not say anything, he even joked to a sheriff that the rope they would use to hang him wouldn't be able to hold him, he was too muscular for it.

[prettyundeadgirl]

Strange Trails - the series

This series is based on the album Strange Trails by Lord Huron and is heavily inspired by the lovely and talented @ichorai go check hers out!!

All Arthur Morgan because I think the vibe of this album fits him perfectly. These oneshots aren't connected in any way unless you want them to be. Hope you enjoy! :)

AO3 link | Masterlist

Tracklist:

I - Love Like Ghosts (1.0k) → Within the night, an inebriated Arthur returns. You take care of him, and when morning arrives, he realizes how in love he really is.

II - Until the Night Turns (1.4k) → Arthur couldn't keep his eyes off you during Sean's return party.

III - Dead Man's Hand → Sustaining injuries from a violent altercation in Valentine, you patch him up.

IV - Hurricane (Johnnie's Theme) → A raging storm causes a change in your hunting plans with him, and you both stay in the quaint hotel in Strawberry.

V - La Belle Fleur Sauvage → While spending time with Arthur, he finds himself in awe and fills his journal with drawings of you.

VI - Fool for Love → It was the small moments in which Arthur knew he'd never find another like you. A fool for love he surely was.

VII - The World Ender → You'd spent your days worrying for Arthur after his kidnapping, and upon his return you remained by his side.

VIII - Meet Me in the Woods → The sheriff's daughter and a brutal outlaw. It was something you never imagined.

IX - The Yawning Grave → During the shootout in Shady Belle, you were unlucky in reaching the house in time.

X - Frozen Pines → Separated from the gang after Blackwater, he spends his time searching for you, praying you're alive and desperate to reunite with you.

XI - Cursed → A failed robbery leads to a chase through Saint Denis.

XII - Way out There → You and Arthur get lost trying to collect a debt, and with the sun setting, you spend the night together.

XIII - Louisa → A glimpse into your life with Arthur after the events of 1899.

XIV - The Night We Met → It had been months since you left the gang in fear for your safety, and he visits you in your home to say goodbye, looking different from when you'd last seen him.

[old-books-excite-me]

love that one ship where only you and one (1) other person know it but they're so special to you