#the NYPD is a joke and has a history of being pieces of shit

[cremsie]

Honestly if they find Luigi guilty I feel like the backlash from the American people will be more than they bargained for.

[themusingsofjericho-blog]

No Good Way (Backstory)

Backstory For:

Detective Henry Reeves

TW:

Rape

Gore

Violence

Death

Torture

A low, deep grumble rumbled deep in Henry’s chest and throat as he made his way through the front doors of The Old Iron Pub. Even before he walked in, the sound of Hannah’s band was hitting his ears. He chuckles to himself when he realizes what song they are playing. Usually when Henry arrives, Hannah is belting out a Disturbed tune, considering that they’re her favourite band. Instead, the sound of Drinkin’ With Jesus by Fozzy was filling the pub, and Henry couldn’t help but grin watching his friends - and some strangers - dancing and singing along to the banging tune. Slowly, he makes his way towards the bar, waving and smiling at anyone who said “Hello” to him along the way. Eventually, Henry makes it to the bar, letting out a sigh as he settles himself upon a stool As per usual, Annie and Clarabel were hard at work, making drinks and trying to keep up with the many customers that they had. He sits patiently for a few minutes, before Clarabel finally came over and asked him if he was having his usual…scotch on the rocks. Henry smirks, jokingly telling the young blonde that she “knows him so well” before casting her a playful wink. Clarabel laughs, calling him an ass before going to make his drink. Henry thanks her kindly, before letting out a long, deep sigh Despite the fact that Henry Charles Reeves was the most well known, well liked, and well respected detective on the current LAPD roster…his past and his reasons for joining the LAPD homicide unit was far from pretty. Unlike some of his coworkers, he wasn’t inspired to join via shows like Law & Order, CSI, or NCIS. Henry’s family had a long history of being in law enforcement, something that the Old Boy was extremely proud of His father, Daryl, much like a lot of his side of the family, worked for the FBI. While his mother, Lucy, much like a lot of her side of the family, worked for the NYPD homicide unit. Growing up, Henry looked up to his entire family like they were heroes. They made damn sure to keep crime off of the streets, as well as making damn sure that justice was rightfully served. And, despite their history, his parents never forced him into pursuing a career in law enforcement. When he was old enough, both of them explained to him that they would love him and support him no matter what career path he chose, so long as it wasn’t anything illegal like a pimp or a drug dealer. Henry couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, remembering how his father said that to him. Daryl Reeves was always known for his winning sense of humour, but, he also knew there was a time and a place for jokes. And that was something that was drilled into Henry’s brain when he was old enough to understand the world around him. Little did Henry know that his world would come crashing down around him… Henry was only a boy of thirteen when he had learned that his parents had been brutally murdered. He was in school, minding his own business in Physical Education class when his teacher approached him. She had gotten a page from the principal, telling Henry that he needed to and see him right away. Naturally, Henry was nervous, thinking that he had been accused of something that he didn’t do. You know high school. People just love to spread horrid rumours about each other over the stupidest shit. Reluctantly, Henry heads to the principal’s office, wondering what the fuck he wanted. When he walked through the door, he immediately knew that something was wrong when he saw two uniformed police officers standing at each side of Mr. Grimes’ desk. He knew the officers. They worked with, and were very close friends with, Lucy. The looks on their faces clearly indicated that something horrible had happened, and it caused Henry’s heart to sink. Shakily, he sits in the chair directly across from Mr. Grimes, before quietly asking what was going on It was then that Henry was told that there had been a break in at Henry’s home. A break in that was orchestrated by one of the most famous mob bosses in New York. An evil man by the name of Antonio Marino. He was well known in New York for his drug and prostitution rings. Antonio was the textbook definition of evil. He heard all about him on the news, because he had overheard Daryl telling Lucy about the FBI’s plans on taking him down One thing that always stuck out to Henry was what he had heard about what Antonio did to the women in his prostitution ring. Antonio had his goons go out on the street, hunting for women to add to his Roster of Whores, as he called it. These innocent women would then be kidnapped and forced into doing whatever sick shit Antonio ordered them to do. He would also drug them, beat them, rape them, torture them, and starve them. He was also known for killing any woman who either defied him or tried to escape. Even after all these years…the thought of Antonio Marino caused Henry to feel physically ill… Antonio had heard through the grapevine that the FBI had planned on taking him down, and that Daryl was in charge of the operation. So, he had some of his goons quietly run a surveillance operation on the Reeves family to learn their daily routines, so that they could plan a well orchestrated attack. They chose to do it while Henry was at school, and he was told by the two officers that Antonio tortured his parents in the most vile ways you could think of. And, one of those ways was him repeatedly raping Lucy in front of Daryl, and Daryl could do nothing about it because he was tied up and nowhere near any weapons. A concerned neighbour had called the police when they heard gunshots, and the mob was gone before they arrived Henry will never forget how he violently vomited all over the office floor after he had heard the news. His parents were dead…all because of some vile, sick, and evil piece of shit who didn’t deserve to breathe the same oxygen he did. Mr. Grimes told Henry to take as much time as he needed away from school, and that the officers would escort him to go and live with his Aunt & Uncle from his father’s side. He also had to receive grief counselling, which was something he knew that he needed. It was right then and there that Henry decided to become a homicide detective, just like his mother. He wanted to bring sick fucks like Antonio to justice. After high school graduation, Henry decided it was time to get the fuck out of New York Taking all the money his parents had saved up for him, as well as extra he saved himself from his part time job in high school, Henry decided to go to police academy in Los Angeles. It was here that he met his best friend and fellow detective, Gordon Johnson. Gordon was going through to be a narcotics detective, because his sister had died due to a drug overdose caused by a laced batch of marijuana. Through Gordon, Henry had also met another one of his best friends, James Downey, Jr. But, unlike Gordon, James was going through law school. James had come from a very wealthy family full of every lawyer you could think of, and, James decided to carry on the Downey legacy Now, Henry is the top of the food chain in the LAPD. He has amazing friends that he considers family. And, despite his poor health, Henry was doing some good in the world. Even if the job caused him to have a slight alcohol problem due to all the shit he sees on a daily basis. He knew that if Daryl and Lucy were still alive…that they would be extremely proud of their son. And that’s all that Henry could ever ask for

[brigmuratsea]

Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt personally victimized by Alec Baldwin. *Raises hand* I haven’t posted a #tbt in a while. Mostly, because I’ve recycled through the majority of my adorable baby pictures that strategically aim to show potential bachelors how beautiful our future children will be, and well, secondarily, I turned twenty-five this year and need to grow the duck up. After posting yesterday’s compelling #tbt, and after the internet was back up and running after I literally broke it, I sat back, relaxed, and read through your comments. To everyone who demanded that I tell them what I said to Alec, I am offended. Where were you so called “loyal followers” three years ago, when I was actually pooping my pants over the fact that Alec Baldwin cyberly attacked and roasted me like a lying, drunken, good-for-nothing piece of butternut squash? Perhaps the most disturbing part of yesterday’s fiasco, was the outpour of messages from my very best friends, asking me to remind them of exactly what happened, so they could share MY story with their accomplices who had too much pride to fangirl me and give me the satisfaction of their curiosity. The nerve, I swear. To the loyal fans, who left comments of support and encouragement during quite arguably my most hectic social media day of the year, keep it up, it is because of you that I have decided to open up and tell my story. It was a rainy day in July, the year was 2014. I sat in a pub in London with my best friend, Lindsay, who was hosting me for the week with her family in Belgravia. We had just graduated from Rollins College, had not yet started jobs, and had entirely too much time on our hands. As we sipped on our mid-afternoon pints, we engaged in riveting conversation about trolling. The Dictionary defines trolling as “to make a deliberately offensive or provocative online post with the aim of upsetting someone or eliciting an angry response from them.” Urban Dictionary, however, defines trolling as “the art of deliberately, cleverly, and secretly pissing people off”. I tend to define it by the latter, but either work. I had been a long-time fan of the Baldwin family, initially finding solace in the fact that Ireland Baldwin also grew up with a father who used creative and thought provoking language to address his daughter in moments of distress, like when he called her a “rude, thoughtless little pig.” Just kidding Dad, I know you would have been more creative than that. My real admiration of Ireland, however, stemmed from her relationship with Slater Trout, a Professional Stand Up Paddler and Photographer. Disclaimer: Ireland only dates Professional Sit Down Paddler’s now. Ireland and Slater’s relationship was hot and heavy. They were young, in love, and things were going way too smoothly for them. No wonder Ireland went completely bat shit crazy, dyed her hair purple, broke poor Slater’s heart, got a baker’s dozen tattoos and started dating black FEMALE rapper, Angel Haze. Not only was Angel Haze sweaty, smelly, and disgusting looking, but she had a shitty attitude too. Their relationship started right around the same time when Alec was arrested by the NYPD for riding his bicycle the wrong way in traffic, and took to Twitter to tell everyone how he really felt about the arrest. “Officer Moreno, badge number 23388, arrested me and handcuffed me for going the wrong way on Fifth Ave” (ABFalecbaldwin) May 13, 2014 “Meanwhile, photographers outside my home ONCE AGAIN terrified my daughter and nearly hit her with a camera. The police did nothing.” (@ABFalecbaldwin) May 13, 2014 ”New York City is a mismanaged carnival of stupidity that is desperate for revenue and anxious to criminalize behavior once thought benign.” (@ABFalecbaldwin) May 13, 2014 People weren’t very happy about Alec’s Tweets and his PR team basically told him to shut the front door. You can only imagine how much Alec was struggling to keep quiet when Angel Haze released a statement about his beloved Ireland later that month, spilling the beans on her and Ireland’s racy sex life. “An interracial gay couple, I mean that’s just weird for America right now. We f**k and friends don’t f**k. I have never f**ked one of my friends. Once I see you in that way, it doesn’t happen,” she says. “But we do f**k and it’s crazy and that’s weird to say because I think about it in terms of an audience reading it and them thinking, ‘What the hell?’ But it happens.” Since Alec had a history of being, well, very honest, the people were eagerly awaiting his response. For the first time in Alec’s life, he was being well-behaved. That is when Lindsay and I decided to interject. We had never trolled someone before, and we weren’t exactly sure how it worked. After a couple beers and thoughtful consideration, we demised a plan. Off of my Instagram account, Brigmur, I left a subtle comment on one of Angel Haze’s posts. Not on her latest post, but an older post, in order to make my comment stand out from the rest. The comment read, “My dad had dinner with Alec last night and Alec said he would have actually learned to like you, if you hadn’t said such sexually explicit stuff about his daughter.” One comment, and that was all that it took. We stirred the pot and waited for the aftermath to unfold. Realistically, we were joking around and didn’t expect anything to come from our asinine commentary. The rain continued and we headed back to the house for an afternoon nap before dinner. Our bedroom was in the basement of the house, and we didn’t get much cell service. Lindsay was sleeping, and I started receiving random messages on my phone. They all seemed out of order, and I was super confused. My phone was blowing up. I went near the window and opened Instagram to find over a thousand friend requests. “Lindsay, wake up! Something is happening!” I had text messages from all sorts of people, asking me why Alec Baldwin just directed an Instagram post at me. However, when I went to his Instagram to view his post, I couldn’t see anything. I later discovered that this was because he had blocked me, right after he gave me a warm Instagram shoutout, “It never ceases to amaze me how much lying, drunken, good-for-nothing trash posts their garbage on here @brigmur”. Well, there he was. The old Alec we all knew and loved had returned! I continued to receive Instagram requests, and people messaged me telling me how Alec found out about my comment. Someone who claimed to be friends with Angel Haze said that Ireland was holding onto Angel’s phone while she was performing at a concert and saw my comment. Someone else said that Ireland called Alec in hysterics, telling him to stay out of her life. Who knows what the real story is, but the whole thing was pretty epic. I couldn’t have cared less that Alec Baldwin blocked me on Instagram, I never even followed him to begin with. The real slap in the face, though, was when Ireland blocked me. It has been three years and I still don’t know what my girl Ireland is up to. About a month later, I was searching random Baldwin family members and discovered that Hilaria Baldwin hadn’t blocked me. This was an opportunity. I took to one of her older Instagram posts, of her doing yoga of course. “My dad had dinner with Alec last night and Alec said he would like you a lot more if you weren’t such a yogi”. Anddd…..Blocked.