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sandythereadingcafe · 23 days ago
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REVIEW & EXCERPT
MAFIA KING (Young Irish Rebels 2) by Vi Carter at The Reading Cafe:
‘dramatic, dark and gritty’
http://www.thereadingcafe.com/mafia-king-young-irish-rebels-2-by-vi-carter-review-tour/
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bookshelfdreaming · 3 months ago
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{Release Blitz} Mafia Prince
{Release Blitz} Mafia Prince
Title: Mafia PrinceSeries: Young Irish Rebels #1Author: Vi CarterGenre: Dark Irish Mafia RomanceRelease Date: January 11, 2021 BLURB Jack I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown.And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia.I don’t have time for distractions—much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence.When Maeve comes back…
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vagabondphilosopher · 10 days ago
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Daniel Berrigan S.J. – Priest, Poet, Prophet
Kevin O’Higgins S.J.      
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I first became aware of Daniel Berrigan in the late 1960s, when I was in my final years of secondary school. At the time, ‘Dan’ and his brother Philip, together with a like-minded group of friends collectively known as the ‘Catonsville Nine’, were in the news for their non-violent opposition to the war in Vietnam. Their activities included burning U.S. Army draft cards and invading military bases. The Berrigans even adorned the front cover of Time Magazine, which described them as ‘Rebel Priests’. When Dan was sentenced to prison following the Catonsville protest, he decided to symbolically defy the authorities by evading arrest and going ‘on the run’. Consequently, he became the first priest ever to appear on the FBI’s ‘most wanted’ list.
Back then, as a typical hard-to-impress teenager, what really struck me was the fact that I had never encountered Catholic priests like these. I associated priests with altars, pulpits and confession boxes. It came as something of a shock, albeit a pleasant one, to see Catholic priests engaged in anti-war protests and being pursued by the FBI! But Dan, especially, was very emphatic that his anti-war activities were simply an inescapable expression of his Christian commitment and priestly ministry. For me, as for many others, his anti-war, pro-peace ministry was a powerful contemporary affirmation that Christian faith was not just concerned with subscribing to a certain set of beliefs. When he was asked, aged 88, what he was most grateful for in his long life, he replied without hesitation: “My Jesuit vocation”. His only regret was that it had taken him too long to grasp what his Jesuit vocation implied in terms of tirelessly working for peace and defending victims of violence and injustice of all kinds.
Shortly before Dan’s decision to engage in public acts of civil disobedience, the great Fr. Pedro Arrupe had become General of the Jesuits. Arrupe actually visited Dan in prison. Some months later, an Irish diocesan priest happened to encounter Pedro Arrupe while strolling in Rome. In the course of their brief conversation, the priest mentioned that he admired Dan Berrigan. Father Arrupe responded: “Daniel Berrigan is the most faithful Jesuit of his generation!”.
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The seeds of faith and concern for justice, planted in the Berrigan home, were nourished and brought to full fruition by Dan’s Jesuit formation, especially through the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius. It is not difficult to imagine how his poetic soul would have been moved by the moment in St. Ignatius’ Spiritual Exercises when the person praying is asked to imagine the Three Divine Persons observing the state of the world:  
... men and women being born and being laid to rest, some getting married and others getting divorced, the old and the young, the rich and the poor, the happy and the sad ... so many undernourished, sick, and dying, so many struggling with life and blind to any meaning.
Many decades before Pope Francis urged members of the clergy to move from the sacristy to the street in order to acquire “the smell of the sheep” and address the needs of ordinary people in the real world, worker priests were pioneering a pastoral approach that saw them exchange elegant clerical garb for factory overalls. Shortly after his ordination as a priest in 1952, Dan Berrigan was sent to France, for a year of Jesuit formation known as ‘tertianship’. While there, he made contact with French ‘worker priests’, and their influence on him proved to be decisive.
In the early 1960s, hunger for change both informed and was given new impetus by the Second Vatican Council. It is not difficult to imagine how Dan Berrigan would have been impacted by a document like the Council’s ‘Gaudium et spes’ and its declaration that:  “The joys and hopes, the grief and anguish of the people of our time, especially of those who are poor or afflicted, are the joys and hopes, the grief and anguish of the followers of Christ as well”.
What makes Dan’s long life as a Jesuit, a priest and a committed Christian so exemplary is the fact that his determination to always translate his faith into concrete action never wavered. Right into advanced old age, until frailty and illness obliged him to take a step back from frontline activism, he continued to participate in acts of civil disobedience on behalf of peace. He also continued his involvement with the Catholic Worker movement, founded by his great friend and mentor, Dorothy Day. In his final years, particular concerns of his were people suffering from homelessness and Aids.      
In all of his concerns and activities, Dan Berrigan was guided by the specific perspective of Christian faith. This latter point is important. As Pope Francis has frequently pointed out, the Church is not simply a benevolent society or a non-governmental organisation. Observing the world through the eyes of faith is a matter of trying to see it as God does, with all of its light and shadow. Then, it is a matter of striving to ensure that the light triumphs over the darkness. That, in a nutshell, is what is exemplified in the long, extraordinary life of Daniel Berrigan.
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jasonfry · a month ago
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I’ve fallen behind on a winter’s worth of Movies Everybody’s Seen But Me and now it’s baseball season again, so some overdue capsule reviews....
Dark Victory (1939) 
A melodrama about Bette Davis as a young socialite diagnosed with brain cancer, with no hope for a cure -- “prognosis negative,” as she spits in one key scene. Loses its footing at the end, with a simultaneously idyllic and faintly ridiculous switch to Vermont and Davis dying accompanied by a yowling celestial choir. Humphrey Bogart is miscast as an ambitious horse trainer but Davis is terrific, blasting defiance at all and sundry, fate most of all. Bonus: Ronald Reagan doing good work as a bilious, rich sometimes-do-well.
Dark of the Sun (1968) 
Rod Taylor and Jim Brown share the screen as mercenaries hired by Congo’s president to save a town of European miners from a rebel incursion. Grim and considered horrifically gory for its time, it’s definitely uneven, but a few set pieces -- such as Taylor battling a former Nazi with chainsaws and the horrors of night in the rebel-held town -- will stay with you.
Charade (1963)
Often called the best Hitchcock movie not directed by Hitchcock (it’s Stanley Donen’s work), and it’s easy to see why. Stylish  throughout and wonderfully funny at times, with George Kennedy and James Coburn stealing the show as villains, but so fizzy that it ultimately floats away. And once again, Audrey Hepburn gets shackled with a leading man old enough to be her father. This time at least it’s Cary Grant, but it’s still gross.
Badlands (1973) 
Martin Sheen and Sissy Spacek carve a murderous trail across the Great Plains in a retelling of the Starkweather spree. Both are terrific, with Spacek’s flat, affectless voiceovers particularly chilling. Ripped off repeatedly in the decades since its release, with True Romance a particular offender -- it even nicks the music.
All the King’s Men (1949) 
Anchored by a towering performance by character actor Broderick Crawford, who gives Willie Stark a poisonous, rotten charisma that’s equal parts riveting and repellent. Stark is based on Huey Long, but his grip on the mob that sees him as a messiah feels very of the moment. Mercedes McCambridge is wonderful, as always, as a political operative fairly boiling with resentment and cynicism. And the movie feels very modern, with documentary-style cinematography and jarring cuts. But all that’s good about it -- which is a lot -- gets undercut by its melodramatic excesses and flights of purple dialogue.
Death in Venice (1971) 
Too arty for my tastes, and most of it’s set on the Lido, which isn’t the filmmakers’ fault but still feels like cheating.
The Lady From Shanghai (1947) 
Another Orson Welles film taken away from him and recut, which much of the footage lost and what might have been much lamented by film fans. Welles isn’t particularly believable as an Irish sailor and there are few if any characters you root for, but after a few minutes in her presence you’d kill for Rita Hayworth too. The movie is always fascinating to look at, with the camera never quite where you expect it, and the scenes on the yacht are suffocating and disturbing, as Welles tries to escape the traps set by him by his employer and his associates.
The Man Who Came to Dinner (1942) 
Slight but entertaining, with Monty Woolley having a grand time merrily chewing several films’ worth of scenery. He’s worth the price of admission even if the rest of the movie fades fairly quickly from memory. 
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asaxholland · a month ago
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ASA HOLLAND is a FORTY ONE year old ILLUSTRATOR who’s lived in Chicago for 2 years. He is originally from Dublin and grew up in Swords, in Ireland. He has 3 siblings, who he hasn’t seen since he was young, and is a somewhat withdrawn, awkward little man. ​
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(TW: Abuse, Manipulation, Religion)
Asa grew up in a small family on the outskirts of Dublin. Both parents were devoutly Catholic and the whole family walked to church multiple times a week. He worked summers helping clean up the little church-house in the valley and his father often pawned him off to ‘learn a hard day’s work’ at various places in town. Despite his father having plenty of money and working at a bank in the city, Asa was often treated like he had to provide for his family as well. He wanted to spend time with his siblings but it often fell on him to get a job first, to get his license, to get into college. There was immense pressure from his family at all times to be the model son.
He had always been introverted but starting in high school, he started to rebel, getting angry at his parents and lashing out at them. His father had just started a very high-profile job in the government and his 13 year old son was the least of his issues. Eventually, Asa was sent away to a place for ‘troubled children’ and was essentially beaten into submission by orderlies and people who did not care about his wellbeing or his mental stability. He was treated like a problem, like an inmate in a prison at the age of 14 and was kept there for years due to his father’s negligence and lies. Saying after Asa came back for a short time once that he was still ‘acting up’. That they had failed and he would expose them if they didn’t take Asa back.
Through it all, Asa was manipulated into thinking he was the problem. That he had done so much wrong that he was being punished, and would continue to be for the rest of his life- tormented by the Devil. Because of the severe mistreatment he’d faced, he was in and out of a few psychiatric facilities, severely depressed, and lost in his own life.
But eventually, Asa got himself back up and began to work various odd jobs. He did art- something he’d loved to do throughout his time in and out of facilities, and would take server jobs, desk jobs, data entry- anything that would pay the bills. But he eventually hit a big break- having his illustrations featured in a new prominent book series called Margot Sees Magic. The storyline was near and dear to his heart and he was asked to illustrate the cover and interior works. When the book hit the NYT bestsellers list, Asa got more and more jobs. He found himself an agent, and has been freelancing ever since. He still creates works for the book series as the novels continue to come out, but he also works for other clientele, and is creating his own storybooks. He moved to Chicago a few years ago because he got a job with a big-name publisher there to start creating his own childrens’ books.
Other tidbits:
-Asa sometimes goes by ‘Holl’, depending on who’s talking to him -He’s slightly withdrawn, spacey, daydreams. A little hard to read sometimes -Has adopted multiple cats since moving to the US -Does not speak to his parents and has strained relationships with his siblings -Has a laundry list of insecurities -Struggled for a LONG time with his sexuality (bisexual/gay leaning), and it was part of the reason his father sent him back to the troubled teens home -Irish accent, has only moved to the US in the past few years. -Has VERY bad eyesight, normally wears contacts but wears glasses when he’s working.
Potential Connection Ideas:
Penpals: When Asa was in the trouble teens home, the place was very big on penpals. Maybe he had someone- an international penpal who he wrote to often when he was 16 or 17, who was also in school. He’s never sought them out but they wrote back and forth for a long time.
Collaborators: People who write, draw, or even just need art for something. Journalists, business owners, etc. Asa does a lot of freelancing through his agency and mostly does book illustration, but it doesn’t mean he couldn’t have people he’s worked for in the past, or people who know of his work.
Friends: Asa is bad at making friends but when he DOES have them, he is very close to them and cares deeply about them. He probably has gone to weird ‘meet people’ mixers because he has no idea how to navigate himself in a social life. Maybe he’s met people and exchanged numbers and they never hung out again but always text each other. Or they had a good conversation over drinks, kept each others’ numbers, but nothing ever came of it.
Exes: He’s got a whole fucked up life he’s figuring out, so Asa might very well have gotten into a whirlwind romance a few years ago when he first moved to Chicago and found out he just couldn’t handle it. Maybe they stayed friends but they talk every once in a while. Maybe things are a little weird.
AnD WHATEVER ELSE YOU WANT YAY
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original-honeychiles · 2 months ago
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In February 1921, newspapers in London began to publish stories about how military lorries in Ireland were carrying prisoners as hostages in the hope of deterring attacks by the IRA, the guerrilla army fighting British rule since 1919. Within a year, negotiations would lead to Irish independence and the campaign would be hailed as the first successful revolt against the British empire. But in the spring of 1921 the war appeared to be intensifying. Martial law had been imposed across the southern half of Ireland; if troops or police were shot, houses in the vicinity of the attack were demolished in reprisal.
Dublin had become as dangerous as the provinces: army lorries were ambushed with bombs and revolvers; crowds scattered when Black and Tans – demobilised soldiers recruited to the Irish police force who had gained a reputation for brutality – opened fire indiscriminately in city centre streets.
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The Daily News, a persistent critic of the conduct of the war, condemned the policy of “Oriental repression” in Ireland.
In the House of Commons, Capt William Wedgwood Benn introduced a motion declaring that the government’s campaign to defeat the Irish independence movement had failed. Newspapers around the world were full of news from Ireland, he pointed out, in which the British were portrayed as the cruel persecutors of a people deserving of freedom.
As Benn spoke in the Commons, the prominent liberal journalist JL Hammond and his wife, Barbara, were travelling around Ireland to see for themselves. Barbara Hammond found conditions “simply appalling” while her husband was horrified that the attitude of the British government was to govern Ireland as if it were “Sierra Leone or Fiji”. The best description he had heard of his own government’s policy was from a French journalist, who told him that Britain was “trying to subdue a people as intelligent as any in Europe, by the means that European governments use for the correction of Berbers”.
The comparisons between Ireland and other colonial possessions were not fanciful. To many British politicians, the situation in Ireland was on a par with the postwar nationalist revolts they faced in Egypt and India. Irish revolutionary leaders themselves supported self-determination as a universal principle. But the unspoken assumption of the French journalist who impressed Hammond was crucial: the Irish merited better treatment than the Berbers fighting French and Spanish colonialists in North Africa because they were white.
Although the Irish revolutionaries worked to forge links with anti-colonial movements across the world, they were increasingly aware that proclaiming their whiteness was a clever card to play. The Irish representative at the peace conference in Versailles in 1919, Seán T O’Kelly, had been bitterly disappointed at his failure to secure a meeting with President Woodrow Wilson. “It seems,” he told an American journalist, “that the blacks and yellows, all colours and races, may be heard before the conference except the Irish.”
By May 1919, Erskine Childers, the former English officer and bestselling spy novelist, who had become Sinn Féin’s chief propagandist, was amplifying O’Kelly’s theme. In Paris, Childers pointed out in a letter to the Times, Britain had set about fixing new frontiers of nations the prime minister, David Lloyd George, had scarcely heard of, while failing to deal with Ireland. Was Ireland, Childers asked, to be “the last unliberated white community on the face of the globe?”
And a year later O’Kelly was still emphasising the point in a letter seeking an audience with Pope Benedict XV: Sinn Féin’s aim was “to obtain that independence which every other white race in the world has already won”.
The Irish republican leader Éamon de Valera had also taken this theme to the US on a fundraising tour from June 1919 to December 1920. De Valera travelled around America during an upsurge in racial violence in response to new challenges to segregation in the south and the beginning of the great black migration northwards.
Amid a revival of the Ku Klux Klan, a new generation of radical black leaders celebrated the military achievements of black soldiers on European battlefields. The experience of fighting in Europe, black sociologist WEB Du Bois wrote, had revolutionised their attitudes to confronting discrimination in the US. “A new, radical Negro spirit has been born in France, which leave us older radicals far behind. Thousands of young black men have offered their lives for the Lilies of France and they return ready to offer them again for the Sun-flowers of Afro-America.” The Harlem activist Hubert Harrison agreed that there was a growing awareness that “Negroes [were] awake” everywhere.
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Black veterans were regularly attacked: several of the 78 black men lynched in the “red summer” of 1919 were wearing their army uniforms. Race riots erupted in 25 towns and cities, with more than 100 people killed. In Washington the streets were filled with soldiers. White rioters were led by marines in uniform; black men were beaten in the street on their way home from work and were took up arms to defend their homes from white mobs.
Another of the new black leaders, Marcus Garvey, had explicitly modelled his quest for black “self-determination” on Sinn Féin. In August 1920 he convened the first International Convention of the Negro Peoples of the World in Madison Square Garden in New York and read out a telegram he had sent to De Valera before 25,000 delegates. “We believe Ireland should be free even as Africa shall be free for the Negroes of the world.”
But De Valera made no mention of Ireland’s affinities with anti-colonial movements when he toured the American south in 1920. In Georgia, he shared a stage with veteran Confederate soldiers in their rebel uniforms; in Birmingham, Alabama, he wooed his audience by reminding them that Ireland “was the only white nation on earth still in the bonds of political slavery”.
The violence in the US played into a popular discussion among commentators on both sides of the Atlantic about how the world might be on the brink of a race war. The Harvard historian Lothrop Stoddard published a bestselling book, The Rising Tide of Color Against White World-Supremacy, which raised the spectre of “a pan-Coloured alliance for the universal overthrow of the white hegemony at a single stroke, a nightmare of race-war beside which the late struggle in Europe would seem the veriest child’s play”. White southerners in the US were confident that the rest of the “civilised” world would adopt segregation to manage the race question.
President Wilson had taken his white supremacist attitudes with him to Paris, where he worked closely with the South African statesman Jan Smuts to devise the mandate system for running colonies under the new League of Nations. The big powers would become guardians of peoples who, in the view of Smuts, would need “much nursing” before they could be considered candidates for independence. Self-determination was no longer a universal aspiration: instead it was reformulated to accommodate what the historian Adom Getachew has described as a regime of “racialised exclusion”.
The Republic: the Fight for Irish Independence 1918-1923 by Charles Townshend – reviewRead more
Ireland’s representative O’Kelly had been wrong: the peace conference did not signal an advance in racial equality that disadvantaged Ireland. In March 1921, Du Bois wrote in his magazine the Crisis that although he endorsed the League of Nations it was still controlled by “imperial dictators”.
In the same issue he wrote that black Americans were uniquely placed to understand the news from Ireland. “The Irish resist… Their resistance is called crime… in retaliation not only the ‘guilty’ but the innocent among them are murdered and robbed and public property is burned by English guardians of the Peace!”
But Du Bois also noted how it must have caused the Irish some dismay to be treated in this way, given that they often sided with white supremacists in the US. “All this contains no word of argument against the ultimate freedom of Ireland – which God speedily grant! – but it does make us remember how in this world it is the Oppressed who have continually been used to cow and kill the Oppressed in the interest of the Universal Oppressor.”
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unfortunate-arrow · 2 months ago
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Profile of Cillian Lynch (2.0)
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Identity
Name: Cillian Cathal Lynch
Gender: Male
Age: Varies
Birth Date: March 5, 1874
Species: (Human, Lycanthrope, Metamorphmagus, Vampire, ect) Human 
Blood Status: (Pureblood, Half-Blood, Muggleborn) Pureblood
Sexuality: Heterosexual / Straight 
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Ethnicity: White, Caucasian 
Nationality: Irish
Residence: Lynch Manor, County Donegal, Ireland
Myer Briggs Personality Type: ENTJ (the commander) 
The Mage
Wand: Yew wood with dragon heartstring core, 10 ⅔ inches, rigid 
Animagus: N/A
Misc Magical Abilities: (Legilimen, Seer, Parselmouth, Obscurial, ect) None technically, but like his brother, Cillian is very skilled in the dark arts and non-verbal magic. 
Boggart Form: His father, cloaked in darkness, standing above him, disappointed
Riddikulus Form: His father becomes wrapped in brightly colored ribbons, although Cillian does have some difficulty banishing boggarts 
Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) Cillian smells like smoke, leather, old books, and spearmint. 
Amortentia: (What do they smell?) Cillian smells freshly baked bread, salty ocean air, roses, the musty scent of furniture, and something metallic. 
Patronus: Hippogriff
Patronus Memory: Winning a game of chess against one of his powerful, bachelor uncles
Mirror of Erised: Himself, dressed regally, surrounded with wealth and a symbol of power 
Specialized/Favourite Spells:
Stupefy
Jelly legs jinx
Bombarda
Incendio 
Impedimenta 
Appearance
Faceclaim: Hugh Grant
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Voiceclaim: Hugh Grant
Game Appearance: TBD, N/A
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 161 lbs.
Physique: Average 
Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Body Modifications: N/A
Scarring: Cillian has fewer scars than his brother. He has three on his back and one across his stomach. He has also a large patch of scarring on his left hip (the opposite side of Tadhg’s right hip patch scar) from when he fell off a small cliff when he was eleven. Like his brother, Cillian has no scars on his face, arms or legs. 
Inventory: (what do they carry on them?)
His wand 
A pocket watch
Inside his school bag:
A few textbooks
Parchment
Quills and ink
A mokeskin money bag with coins in it
Fashion: Cillian dresses his status. He’s usually wearing expensive, fancy, slick robes and snappy shoes. If he’s not wearing robes, then he’ll be wearing a nice jacket and shirt. In other words, he dresses richly. He wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that his brother, Tadhg, wears. 
Allegiances 
Hogwarts House: Slytherin
Ilvermorny House: Wampus
Affiliations/Organizations:
Hogwarts
Slytherin
The Lynch Family
Professions: TBD (have no idea really what he would do)
Hogwarts Information
Class Proficiencies:
Astronomy: (OWL Grade or ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆) A
Charms: O
DADA: E
Flying: D
Herbology: E
History of Magic: A
Potions: O
Transfiguration: O
Electives:
Divination: A
Study of Ancient Runes: E
Quidditch: N/A. Cillian thinks quidditch is an absolute waste of time. 
Extra Curricular: TBD
Favorite Professors: TBD 
Least Favorite Professors: TBD 
Relationships
Twin brother: Tadhg Oisín Lynch
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Tadhg is nine minutes younger than Cillian.
Tadhg is in Gryffindor.
He has never gotten along with his twin brother. They have always had a level of animosity towards one another and it was something their father tried to foster, often pitting his sons against each other. 
They tend to antagonize each other as well, which often results in fist fights or duels in the middle of the hallways of Hogwarts. They are each other’s main antagonist.
Cillian’s most common insult for Tadhg is calling him a “blood traitor.” Cillian has a lot more hang-ups about propriety than his twin does. 
Faceclaim: Young Rob Lowe 
Father: Bain Cillian Lynch, deceased
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Bain was the eldest of ten children, only four of whom survived to adulthood. He was born March 15, 1842.
He was sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts. 
Upon graduating, Bain began working at the ministry of magic. 
In 1872, through an arranged marriage, he married Clodagh MacCarthy, who was eleven years his junior.
Two years later, Clodagh had twin sons. The first born was a healthy, robust thing, while the second born was sickly and small. Excessive bleeding claimed the life of Clodagh, leaving Bain alone to raise their twin sons.
He was cruel, cold, ambitious, and ruthless. He demanded perfection from his sons and left little room for them to make errors. 
Cillian could only ever partially please the man, never receiving his father’s whole praise. 
Cillian may have been the favored son, but that didn’t mean that he was exempt from Bain’s wrath. The wrath was just less focused on him than it was on Tadhg.
In January of 1887, Bain contracted vanishing sickness and succumbed to the disease in early February. 
Faceclaim: Liam Neeson
Mother: Clodagh Nessa Lynch, deceased
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Clodagh Lynch was born Clodagh MacCarthy and was the only daughter to survive to adulthood. She was born on January 10, 1853.
She was sorted into Slytherin at Hogwarts, much like her future husband. 
Clodagh was charming, charismatic, manipulative, cunning, ambitious, cold, unfeeling, and ambitious.
In 1872, Clodagh married Bain Lynch, who was nearly eleven years her senior in an arranged marriage. They never loved each other, but did hold the other in high regards. 
On March 5, 1874, Clodagh gave birth to twin sons, Cillian Cathal and Tadhg Oisín. However, as an unforeseen consequence of the difficulty in birthing her second son, Clodagh began to excessively bleed. The blood loss eventually claimed her life, as the healers arrived too late. 
Faceclaim: Lena Headey
Love Interest: Orla Deidre McGill
Cillian’s relationship with Orla is an arranged one, made to further both the Lynch and McGill families. The two eventually end up striking up a bit of a friendship. 
However, their relationship is not one of love and passion. They have a high level of respect for one another, but they never fall in love and passion usually happens when they let themselves get drunk.
Cillian and Orla were married on February 20, 1897. They eventually have a son named Conor Ryan Lynch, who remained their only child. 
In 1911, upon his sorting into Hufflepuff, Cillian and Orla disown their son. 
Two years later, in 1913, Orla contracted spattergroit and eventually passed away. 
Best Friends: TBD 
Rival: 
Tadhg Lynch
Lu Morrison - @rosievixen
Teddy Ellison - @cursebreakerfarrier​
Roel Leeuwenhoek - @words-and-wands​
Adelia Selwyn - @that-ravenpuff-witch​
Theo Abbott - @smarti-at-smogwarts​
Enemy: TBD
Dormmates: (Who’s in your MC’s dorm with them?) TBD
Pets: N/A
Closest Canon Friends: TBD
Closest MC Friends: 
Virgo Lemura - @vixenmcmahenhphm
Lilith Devereux - @hphmbetty​
Aloysius Breitling - @cursebreakerfarrier​
Background/History
Pre Hogwarts: 
Cillian Cathal Lynch was born March 5, 1874 to Bain and Clodagh Lynch, nine minutes before his twin brother, Tadhg was born. Cillian was born hearty and strong, especially when compared to his brother, which was something his father did often. While his brother survived a harrowing birth, his mother did not.
Unlike his brother, Cillian fell quickly into the ideology of pureblood supremacy that his father espoused. A need to please and a desire to be seen, were probably the young boy’s biggest influencers in leaning into that ideology while his brother, who most likely had already come to terms with the fact that he could never earn Bain Lynch’s love, rebelled and fell into the muggle-sympathizing ideology. 
Despite the relative isolation that Lynch Manor, in the far northeast corner of County Donegal, brought, Cillian was still regularly exposed to the intense rivalry within the Lynch family, one that was mirrored in his relationship with his twin. 
In an effort to prevent his younger son from developing stronger muggle sympathies, Bain kept his sons home from Hogwarts. He instead began teaching the boys dark magic as well as non-verbal magic. Both brothers were quick learners and quickly began to master said magic.
In January of 1887, Bain contracted vanishing sickness and would pass away in early February, about a month before Cillian and Tadhg were to turn 13. 
Cillian, at 12, became the Lynch family patriarch. 
3rd Year: TBD
Cillian and Tadhg begin attending Hogwarts. 
Cillian was sorted into Slytherin. 
4th Year: TBD
5th Year: TBD
6th Year: TBD
7th Year: TBD
Post-Graduation: 
February 20, 1897: Cillian married Orla McGill
December 7, 1897: Cillian murders his brother, Tadhg in a vicious duel. (Nearly murders, in the Tadhg Lives AU) 
March 28, 1900: Orla gives birth to her and Cillian’s only son and child, Conor Ryan Lynch.
1911: Cillian and Orla disown Conor for being sorted into Hufflepuff. (In the Tadhg Lives AU, Conor is taken in by his uncle Tadhg and aunt Niamh.)
1913: Orla passes away from spattergroit.  
December 27, 1925: Cillian is arrested and sentenced to Azkaban. 
Old Age & Death: 
Cillian died in Azkaban at the age of 57, in 1931. 
Personality
Charismatic: Despite his rather cold and vicious demeanor, Cillian is rather likeable. He’s able to get people on his side fairly easily, that is if they’re not close with his brother. He usually ends up the leader in the group as he’s able to get people on his side.
Arrogant: Cillian is proud of his skills and will brag about them. He also tends to hold the people around him to high standards. This is something somewhat left over by his father. It makes him get into conflict with people easily as well. 
Impatient: One aspect that he also shares with his brother, is that they’re both impatient. Cillian wants people to think quicker. He thinks a delay is fairly intolerable. He likes to make quick decisions and tends to expect that from other people as well. 
Cold, cruel, charming, charismatic, vicious, unfeeling, manipulative, cunning, ambitious, confident, ruthless, intolerant and arrogant
Hard-headed, objective, and methodical. Goal-oriented, forceful, and decisive. Data-crunching organizers who aim to align their conduct - and everything else within reach - with objective data. Factual and unbiased in their examination of the issues at hand and interested in applying abstract theory to inform the situation. Constantly seeking to turn problems into solutions and may come across as unfeeling and overbearing in their eagerness to move forward.
Misc
He is the great-grandfather of Cian, Ryan, Cara, Sara, and Conor O’Donnell. His only child and son, Conor Ryan is their grandfather, and his only granddaughter, Ailis, is their mother. 
Cillian is more or less the complete opposite of Tadhg.
The one of the only things that Cillian and Tadhg have in common is that they’re both terrible with emotions. Cillian, though, gets rather cruel when boxed into a corner. Both brothers need to be hit over the head to realize their romantic feelings as well. 
So, Cillian is 5’11” and Tadhg is 6’0”. Their only really normal argument ends up being over this fact. It drives Cillian up the damn wall. Their other normal argument is that Cillian’s the older twin. 
Tadhg: “I’m taller, jackass!”
Cillian: “Well, I’m older!” 
He’s a fairly stereotypical Slytherin, at least on the surface and in values. 
Cillian is smarter and not nearly as power hungry as he looks and acts.
He has a fairly thick Irish accent, but he definitely tries to lessen the accent. His brother does the opposite and is quite content with a thick Irish accent.
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zepybespectacled · 2 months ago
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Cyclops Story Proposal
This was my entry in the Bullet Echo Discord Server’s mini-competition for the origin story of one of their heroes: Cyclops! The One-Eyed Hunter
"Another day... Another task... Another battle... Nature is just a long war for survival..."
Corporal Calum McManus of the 77th Dublin Infantry Battalion was raised alone by a single father in the dense forests of Central Europe. Growing up, he was taught to be resourceful and to make do with whatever nature provided. Crafting, tracking, and hunting were the tools of his trade, and the young boy became intimately familiar with the kick of a buckshot round from his father's shotgun. When his father died, he moved back into Ireland in an attempt to connect with his ancestral roots.
With the country's woodlands all but gone, there wasn't much place for a man of his abilities. Thus, he enlisted with the military where his quick-thinking, resourcefulness, and skill with firearms earned him the role of a close-quarters specialist. Armed with an automatic shotgun, he and his squad cleared dozens of buildings and scores of sectors against terrorists and rebels throughout their service. For a while, Calum thought he had found his place among his people, until the Taoiseach of Ireland began approving various "Peacekeeping Missions" in foreign lands. Thousands of Irish soldiers died overseas, protecting corrupt governments who did not care what happened to them. It was no secret that the Taoiseach was under the power of the growing megacorporations and was undermining Irish power and stability to have the country sold to the highest bidder. Soon it was Calum's turn to be thrown into the meat grinder.
He was deployed in a foreign jungle, among people who did not even speak the same language, and caught in a bloody ambush that almost caused Calum to drown in a river as he fled from the insurgents. Losing much of his supplies in the water, he decided the mission could screw itself. His only goal now was to survive and make it back to their Forward Operating Base. "Civilization...? Power...? Normalcy...?  Empty concepts made by cowards and weaklings so that the strong will die in their stead... "
Other than the rebels, the tropical jungle was crawling with all manner of parasites and predators. Days were spent on long walks, keeping his eyes and ears open and carefully navigating through the trees. Nights were spent in tense paranoia, trying to get minutes of fitful sleep and shielding himself from rain. He had even fashioned himself a makeshift Ghillie Suit from nearby plants. Eventually, his food stores ran low and he was having poor luck in finding animals to hunt. Calum felt lucky when he saw smoke coming from a village, until he saw the armed men that walked within and realized that the rebels owned the place. However, he did not intend to give up after getting so far.
"... Only out here... Only in the roar of battle does nature speak clearly..."
Under the cover of night he creeped in. He killed one guard with his knife and grabbed an isolated man, held them at gunpoint, and asked "Food! Where is the food?!" The scared man did not understand until Calum made eating gestures. When he pointed at a specific house, he knocked him out with the butt of his shotgun and quietly ran for it. Once inside, he quickly stuffed all the water and food items he could carry inside his repaired backpack when he saw a little girl staring at him. they both looked at each other in disbelief for a moment. Then the child started screaming.
Calum dropped the food in his hands and quickly ran for the girl, wrapping her in his arms. He knew they had heard her, and he had to leave now. This girl was his best chance at survival. He held her by the neck and dragged her outside.
"I HAD to survive... And if the girl was smart... She would have lived too..."
Men and women, some of whom were armed, all came running out of their huts, and saw a man covered in leaves and with wild eyes holding a child at gunpoint with a dirty shotgun. "STAY BACK!" Calum shouted. If they did not understand, he shouted louder and shook the girl and his gun. Every time someone tried to approach, he would shout at them, and if one of them tried pointing a weapon at him, he would press the shotgun so hard against the girl's head she would start crying out. He did this the whole time as he walked out of the village. Once he managed to put distance between him and the people there, he shoved the girl away and ran into the shadows of the jungle.
In the safety of darkness, he checked on the supplies he had managed to steal. He was not happy with the amount, but he hoped it would be enough to get him home. That was when he heard the plane engines.
Looking up, he saw the streaks of jet fighters against the stars in the sky. He only had a second to wonder about their mission, when he heard the familiar sound of screaming missiles. The ground shook and the night was lit up in an orange inferno as missiles slammed into the trees. Calum saw the jungle and the village he just came from become engulfed in flames a mere second before he ran for his life.
At first the screaming was in the distance, then it came from his own mouth as fire and smoke began surrounding him. His muscles burned as hard as his skin the whole time he ran until his legs gave out. Then he crawled as long as his arms would listen to him. Smoke filled his lungs and he felt chemicals burning his skin and eyes.
He would have fought death until his last breath, but it was not meant to be his final day. "My superiors thought it'd be better if I were dead... These people promised not only life... But my eyes too... There was no choice"
Calum woke up blind, and being told that while his body was saved, his lungs were damaged and he would never see again. He was found by an assault squad and healed until his superiors decided they couldn't afford a witness to the firebombing. A strange visitor came to his hospital bed and said his organization would have a use for a man of his determination, and let slip that he would be listed as MIA within the week. The man told him they would grant him sight greater than he had known, if he swore an oath to obey the will of their "Great Leader".
Calum knew what his government would do to him if he stayed. The men in power had killed for less. He refused to be part of their body count. He was a survivor, and he would do whatever it took to be the last man standing.
In the night, he was whisked away on a discreet transport, placed on a plane to God knows where, and laid down on a new hospital bed, where many strange voices told him that he would see everything as it truly was. The following days were spent in a blind haze of sedatives and pain as tools invaded his skull. Occasionally, the strange voices would speak in languages unknown to him, chanting the same words, sometimes for hours by his bedside. Calum lost track of how long he was kept there, until the bandages were removed from his face, and a lone voice told him to open his eye. "My sight... My body... My life... None of it was mine anymore. To continue to survive, I had to become a weapon... Their weapon... HIS weapon..."
At first, seeing again was painfully bright, and he could not bear to open it for long, but through medicine and therapy it got easier, and the headaches would fade faster. Soon, the new eye somehow started making use of his old ones if it wanted more sight lines, transferring the odd yellow glow to his dead white eyes. They told him they had given him his life and his sight back. Calum knew none of it was his anymore, but surprisingly he did not mind. These people not only saved him from certain death, but restored his vision and promised him a place of prominence among them. His loyalty, was a fair price.
He was no longer Corporal Calum McManus, and he did not want anyone to recognize him as such. He hid every part that hinted at his old life. Now, he was an ogre of the wilds, an Oni of the woods, a primal force that was neither good nor evil, but a reminder of the natural order, a member of a pack of predators who simply abided by survival of the fittest.
Force and Arms did not just recruit a soldier, they summoned a Cyclops.
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geekgemsspookyblog · 2 months ago
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The Journals Of Derek Grady Part 1
This is a story set within my Bioshock Rebirth AU. A reimaging/reboot of the Bioshock franchise. https://geekgemsspookyblog.tumblr.com/post/626141727587270656/bioshock-rebirth-timeline-this-is-a-timeline-of-an Just as a heads up if anyone is wondering about the context. I’ve had some stories in my drafts for a long time now and I’m finally publicly sharing them.
I made a post talking about this. There is this character named Derek that was in one of my pilot stories for this AU. But I felt strangely ashamed of how I wrote him. But I’d feel it’s best to use him in better context. In something very intriguing. Mainly the point of view of the Rapture Civil War from someone who fought in it. 
There is this silly theme of certain characters being named Derek in some AU’s of mine. Usual they are men that seem well intentioned, but their mind isn’t always in the best place. I’m just gonna make this because this is something I wanna make.
This was first started/made on December 23rd 2020. I’m not gonna have this beta read. It’s time I just upload this shit. I got the two tags done with. But I would like to mention I was heavily or so inspired by the Star Wars Battlefront 2 Classic story. Especially with the first journal from this character being inspired by the, “Knightfall” level. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lgG2ENW5Ac Spoilers ahead.
12/31/2001. The attack on the Kashmir restuarant.
I was a young kid when I first arrived in Rapture. I was naïve like many others. Many of used to believe in Andrew Ryan’s so called, “Great Chain”, until things started to fall apart. Especially after the death of scumbag Frank Fontaine. I find it funny he tried to put on a nice guy act whenever he met someone new or when he was in public, but I’ve heard the stories. The stories of the type of man he was.
But after Ryan nationalized Fontaine Futuristics in January 1999, a lot of people weren’t happy. It was surprising how long it took something to happen. So much dividing of social classes, so much shit that had happened during those years. What was gonna happen tonight would change everything forever...
I’ve been on Atlas’s crew of bandits since July. I felt joining Atlas was the best decision I made in my entire life. Because I felt I fighting for the right thing, a good cause. But what Atlas had planned sounded to me almost like terrorism. 
Yet when I thought about it, I really thought hard to myself. After everything we’ve suffered, how Ryan started to push everyone away, how he tried keep himself in power. Even though Rapture was supposed to be the perfect paradise...Andrew Ryan, Brigid Tenenbaum, Augustus Sinclair, Sander Cohen, Yi Suchong, Sofia Lamb, and so many others...how they treated us.
First it was just riots, but now it was time for Ryan and everyone who supported him knew what we were. What we stood for. They were gonna find out we weren’t some bandits who kidnapped some rich assholes to get payback or robin hood archetypes helping poor folks. 
There was no more talk for peace. Because Ryan never gave a damn...he never did.
1/31/2002. The Civil War starting. Apollo Square. Atlas and crew.
It’s been a month since we launched an attack on Kashmir. Things started to really change because the war for this city finally had truly begun. I have never been in war, but with the skills I’ve learned from Atlas and Daisy. I’d felt I was ready, because I needed to be. Not many of us were actual soldiers. But that didn’t matter to us. We knew what had to be done.
But we didn’t knew that Ryan would try to make Apollo Square a prison camp. Yet that didn’t matter, when those so called security officers first started to set people ablaze when they tried escaping. We shot any who would tried to do such things again. When they were hanging people, we fought back because we got tired of their bullshit. We didn’t fuck around. I felt proud when I shot one of those damn officers in the head. 
Apollo Square was practically our paradise. Sure Ryan’s army kept trying to get in, yet we always defended it. Yet even without Ryan, we still had others to worry about.
I feel pretty damn grateful a lot of our weapons were smuggled from the surface. We kept some of the weapons Ryan’s men had as well. 
But I think what I felt more grateful was our leaders. Daisy Fitzroy was practically Atlas’s 2nd in command. She was a tough woman, she didn’t take shit. Considering she worked for that weird kinky lady known as Ava Tate, I can’t blame her becoming that. She’s one of the bravest and smartest women I’ve fought with. I’m surprised she didn’t form our rebellion first.
Bill was lucky enough to be convinced by Atlas to join us after he resigned from the council. But Bill was like us. Even though he believed in Rapture, he was just an old man who wanted the best for people. I found that admirable of him. I also think he’s grateful we hid his ass after he left Ryan. Considering how Ryan gets upset with whoever betrays him, he’d rather want them dead...yet that might of been different considering he was best friends with Ryan himself. 
Diane was new, she was a hostage once with Julie Langford. But when Ryan never paid her ransom and practically didn’t care for her. But I do think she noticed those Jasmine Jolene posters throughout the city, making Ryan’s betrayal seemingly more worse. She originally came to Apollo Square to yell at us of how we possibly ruined her life. But when she saw the shit we were going through, she soon understood even more of the situation. Especially when we heard it wasn’t made better when hearing Ryan’s thoughts on people like us.
She joined us rather quickly, she was like Bill in a way. Diane was honestly a kind woman, it always felt nice to have more supporters. I do find it surprising from what I’ve seen that her and Daisy seemed to have developed a thing. Yet I found it surprisingly adorable...mainly because it was so strange to see Daisy seem soft to another person. But I think it gave the ladies more of a reason to keep fighting on.
But Atlas...he was something else. There was a reason people followed him. I followed him for plenty of good reasons. He seemed like a action hero you see out of those films from Hollywood. But I have never met a man so kind, yet so humble. He was the best of us...or that’s what I thought. You can have a good laugh with him too while having a drink. The man had a family, but he didn’t spoke of them much to keep them safe. I also remember hearing he was a captain in the Irish army. Which gave us an advantage in some ways over Ryan’s men.
He was the perfect anti-thesis to Andrew Ryan. Atlas was someone many genuinely respected and loved. Men wanted to be him, women loved him. To me and others. He wasn’t just a friend. Atlas was sometimes like a brother, or even a father.
Sure he wasn’t perfect and did some questionable things. But we knew it was for the best. Atlas is our best shot at winning this war. And I’m proud to fighting side by side with him, no matter what. 
2/1/2002. Johnny Topside.
I never met the man, but Atlas knew him only for a year. The way he talked about Johnny. I’ve heard stories of him, well that’s because Atlas didn’t want his memory to die. Atlas said Johnny Topside was a diver who had discovered Rapture years ago and for sometime was forced to live in Rapture until he finally had enough. 
Johnny Topside was the start of our rebellion. He was the one that planted the seeds. Johnny was the first to stand up to Ryan, but it resulted in tragedy. No one knows fully what happened to him. But Atlas said Ryan had tried to erase Johnny’s memory from history, and that it was very likely he may of been turned into...a Big Daddy...the idea of that horrifies me.
When Atlas spoke of him, he spoke of him so highly. Saying that Johnny was like a younger brother to him. You could of even seen at times Atlas nearly choked up when talking about him. I can’t blame him, losing someone that was like a brother to him. I’ve would of been nearly tearing up.
The story of Johnny Topside was something that kept us going, it inspired us. Hell, it even inspired me. Atlas didn’t want his memory to die, because what he was doing wasn’t just for everyone. But it was also justice for Johnny...justice for everyone that had enough of Ryan.
My only disappointment is that I never got to meet Johnny...because when Atlas says he’d would rather had him lead us...that says a helluva lot about Topside.
2/3/2002. Booker Dewitt and Ryan’s personal guard.
I’ve heard the stories of Dewitt...he merely sounded like a ghost. But he wasn’t. This was the man that shot down Fontaine, and most likely helped captured Johnny Topside.
Captain Dewitt was known to the citizens as, “The Grim Reaper Of Rapture” and he damn well earned it. But he was also Ryan’s new best friend after Bill left. Dewitt kept Ryan’s enemies in check. Whether by killing them when no one was looking, or capturing them. 
Security was fine, but Ryan’s personal guard and when Dewitt was leading them...that was scary. I think what scared us rebels was whenever he showed up. He always wore that mask...which gave him more of a reason to call him a grim reaper...because he damn sure was.
Ryan’s personal guard weren’t just police officers enforcing Ryan’s rule, they were literal soldiers. They were formed when Johnny Topside had discovered Rapture. The guard was basically a better version of security.
They were made up of men who either genuinely believed in the, “Great Chain” or just were looking to be paid by Ryan. Some of them were ex soldiers, mercenaries, and they were all just horrible people. 
The guard weren’t pushovers, they had years of experience or training by Dewitt. They were merciless, brutal, and effective. The fact Ryan had now decided to use them even more now showcased he truly wasn’t fucking around anymore. He wanted to win this war. But we weren’t gonna let that happen.
I think we were just thankful they didn’t really use Plasmids...if they did...then I felt this war may be over already. But it also gives us a easier chance to kill them all.
2/15/2002. Splicers.
Over the years since ADAM was discovered. Splicers became thing. Poor folks who used too spliced too much...they were once people...but they were sadly monsters now. I think what surprised us is how some of them were on our side...but not many. Unless they controlled themselves.
The Splicers of many types were a pain in the ass for Ryan and Atlas. Killing the rebels or Ryan’s personal guard. They had no allegiance...all they wanted was ADAM...they were basically drug addicts. I remember seeing one time a woman shanking a man for his ADAM, we had to put her down.
I didn’t really use Plasmids much, or some of the others like Atlas, Daisy, Diane, and Bill. It seemed good for Atlas that some of the rebels didn’t try to splice up. Which meant we can deal with less people turning into those...things.
There was one time I had to put down one of them. The man was just 21, but he had spliced up so much that he had gone insane. He tried attacking Daisy and Diane, but me and Daisy took him down shot him in the chest. But he was still breathing.
...I shot him in the head...I hesitated at first for about five seconds...he was younger than me. I wanted to make his death as quick and painless...it gave me a haunting reminder of why we were still fighting. All this pain and suffering...it started with the discover of that damn thing called ADAM...
I’m surprised I haven’t spoken about Tenenbaum yet...I feel like she was 2nd in place for me to kill after Ryan.
3/15/2002. Big Daddies, Little Sisters, and Brigid Tenenbaum.
I think the other thing that haunts me a lot and so many others is these two...I’ve seen them countless times and I have fought them when I joined Atlas.
Big Daddies are practically these...monsters that used to be people...slaves to protect what were once literal children...
These monsters looked like literal giant diving suits at times...some had drills, some had guns. They were tough sons of bitches. These things could kill a man easily, or even a group of a men if you weren’t careful. 
But it’s the Little Sisters that horrify me and other rebels...not because they are dangerous or that they are killers. It’s the fact of what they are. They were children...or possibly still are...forced to collect ADAM because they were implanted with some...damn sea slug Tenenbaum discovered...
There is no known cure for them. I think many of us want a cure. But the only way to help these girls is something horrific...harvesting them. Atlas said it was to put them out of their misery. They had ADAM in them.
From what I’ve seen, some rebels harvested them, some didn’t. Daisy didn’t do it. Neither did Diane or Bill. I remember seeing Atlas making the most sickened face after harvesting one, he didn’t enjoy it at all.
I think it may of bothered Atlas some didn’t harvest them...but it’s understandable why some wouldn’t. Because I remember seeing one 37 year old man, after he had harvested just one Little Sister. The man about 5 minutes later literally put a pistol under his jaw and killed himself.
We all understood why he even did that. Because after you witness a child being horrified by you about to harvest them...it’s a sight you’re never going to forget.
I can still hear those girls screaming. Daisy and Diane do too...it’s in our nightmares. For some reason...the harvesting of a Little Sister scars me than seeing a Splicer or whatever else...I don’t know why...I think it’s because all that innocence was lost...or actually taken. Because there was no other way to help them.
It was all because of one woman, Brigid Tenenbaum. I heard she worked with Frank Fontaine to help make those girls into what they are. I’ve heard she’s had a hard life, but that doesn’t excuse what I find one of the most horrific crimes I’ve ever seen. She’s been in hiding for 4 years after being exposed for what she did.
If we ever find Tenenbaum...I want to put my foot on her throat...whatever what we want to do to her. To be honest, I think I want to kill her more than Ryan...because I don’t know how you can be forgiven for doing that to a child.
God forgives, and whenever I have to put down a fellow rebel because they spliced up too much, I make it quick and painless as possible...but Tenenbaum...quick and painless is not gonna mean anything if we ever find her. 
6/3/2002. SOS and Archie Wynand.
After six months of war with Ryan’s personal guard and the Splicers. Whether some were controlled or not...things were going south for us. We fought hard, we planned as best as we could. But nothing was working, because Ryan was nearly winning.
There was panic among us, we were fearing that all of this could be for nothing. But Atlas revealed something, which he said was a risk in case. He somehow gave an SOS message to the surface to whoever would get it. Because he knew we weren’t gonna win this on our own anymore. We needed help, we needed the surface to discover Rapture. But also, we needed someone to help us take down Ryan. It was on Sunday Atlas gave out the message for help. We prayed someone would answer it. Luckily for us, someone did answer it.
Despite his aircraft was shot down by Ryan, and being the only survivor of his squad. Someone had arrived. That someone was a young man named Sergeant Archie Wynand. An Army Ranger sent by the US Government to discover where the SOS came from. 
To be honest, I was worried by the fact only one man had survived. I’d feared we still didn’t stand a chance. But after I saw that man enter combat and killed so many Splicers, I have never seen a man fought hard like that. He was still young like me, but he was like a commando in his way. It was as if someone like Atlas again had come to save us. 
Me and him never really talked, but from what I’ve seen. That man is the bravest soul I’ve ever seen. He’s loyal to a fault and unbreakable, it was like seeing a warrior unlike any other. I will admit, I felt a bit jealous when Atlas has giving him a lot more attention than me. 
But Archie was important. Atlas sent him commands and he followed through. But I think what confused me the most was something Atlas had revealed earlier. Which resulted in ordering Archie to go to a certain building, a tower in the middle of Rapture. 
6/4/2002. Elizabeth.
A day before Archie had arrived. There was this strange new information Atlas had discovered. That there was some girl in this tower in Rapture. Her name was Elizabeth. Atlas had discovered it when raiding a building near that tower. 
We were so confused on why Ryan had a girl in this tower. In fact? Why was she there? Who was she really? Even Atlas was confused, but she seemed important.
But I feel our questions were answered when Archie saved her. I didn’t get to talk to her personally, but I have seen her in action with my own eyes. Along with some footage. 
Somehow, this young girl had some powers of an unknown source. She was able to summon old sentries, and other things. It felt unnatural. Sure the Plasmids and other discoveries in Rapture were very special...but what this girl could do...it made us question even more who the hell she was and why Ryan had her locked away.
Gonna admit though, she was honestly adorable.
6/5/2002. Elizabeth’s purpose, and what the Hell is Archie? What the Hell is going on?
I think it horrified me and the rebels of what Elizabeth was supposed to be. Why she was kept secret from Rapture. What Atlas had discovered more is that she was secretly a weapon Ryan would use in case against someone like us. A sleeper agent that would of slipped through our ranks or anyone else...almost like a female fatale Ryan wanted to make personally...it confused me because from what I’ve seen, she’s nothing like that.
But I think we surprised us more is that she had been in Rapture since 1983. For about 19 years, Ryan had her in there, with hardly anyone knowing. I think it sickened me a bit more hearing Ryan was gonna use a young woman as a secret weapon in case someone like Atlas came along. It was almost like what happened with the Little Sisters.
Yet the other thing that’s been on my mind is Archie. I’ve talked about how much of a warrior he was. Ever since he rescued Elizabeth, she’s been by his side ever since. I haven’t seen such a effective team. It was like they were perfect for each other.
But again, it’s Archie that has me thinking. Sure he’s a soldier...but compared to any of us...and even compared to Ryan’s personal guard. I have never seen a man be so efficient in what he does. This was a young man, yet he fought like he was like some sort of super soldier. Hell, I don’t even think Atlas and Daisy are that efficient. He’s fast and strong.
He was also using so many Plasmids without mutating. I couldn’t get it? He wasn’t becoming spliced up. I couldn’t believe it? I had lost count of how many times he injected a Eve Hypo into his wrists.
I think the scary part is how many Big Daddies he’s killed...how can one man kill so many. I didn’t understand it? But from what I’ve seen from footage is...him curing the Little Sisters...I couldn’t believe it.
Where were he and Elizabeth staying at? I heard Atlas yesterday say they were at Tenenbaum’s...I couldn’t understand...I’m confused...
6/5/2002 A bigger Big Daddy.
I didn’t understand nor could I comprehend what I had witnessed. Ever since Archie arrived...things were changing. What made me think this way was when I saw...something I didn’t think was possible.
Out of all the Big Daddies we’ve killed. I had never seen one so big. He was about 12 feet tell...he looked older than any of the Big Daddies. He looked similar to the Alpha series Big Daddies...I couldn’t understand. I was lucky to have lived, but I witness it killed so many rebels, Splicers, and Ryan’s army. This Big Daddy was vicious. It seemed like he was on a mission. As if he was tracking down Elizabeth.
I’m just in disbelief...I don’t understand.
I was a witness also to see Elizabeth teleport it somewhere...I think it’s dead...I’m not sure.
6/6/2002. The war soon coming to an end.
To be honest, I was fearing we may never win. But somehow we made it. Captain Dewitt was beaten yesterday, and now Ryan is soon to be dealt with. 
I’ve learned from Atlas that Tenenbaum had created a cure for the Little Sisters...I couldn’t believe it when I heard it. I asked him again if he was telling the truth, and he was. That’s why Archie and Elizabeth were staying with Tenenbaum somewhere. 
It still sounded so crazy. But the next piece of news is that these three would be coming to Atlas’s headquarters, our base of operations. I couldn’t believe I was seeing Tenenbaum...I had...weird feelings.
The plans were while Archie and others went to Ryan’s office to finally take him down. There was hardly anyone left to defend him. While Elizabeth and Dr. Tenenbaum stayed at Atlas’s headquarters. It...an experience meeting this young girl...even after everything she’d been through, but so kind. 
But I wasn’t gonna be staying for long either like Archie. Atlas sent me and some men to take over Fort Folic considering Archie and Elizabeth’s recent visit there. As if the freak that was Sander Cohen had finally left somewhere. It was no longer locked up.
I felt genuine hope for the first time. As if this whole nightmare will finally end. But I will admit, I wanted to kill Ryan as much as anybody else. I had my orders, and I listened. Besides, taking back Fort Folic was a huge win
I do recall Ryan playing golf at times. Hopefully when Archie gets to his office, he’ll beat the Walt Disney lookalike of a fuckhead with his own golf club. It’s what Ryan deserved...it’s what many of us wanted.
6/7/2002. Atlas...and the end...
...I don’t even know what to say...the war is over...it’s actually over...
But it didn’t end with Ryan dying or getting captured...
Atlas...our leader...my hero...my best friend...the anti-thesis to Ryan...was Frank Fontaine.
He’s dead...he was brutally hung...by Archie...his corpse is hanging for everyone to see...he...looks like half of a monster.
Everything we’ve done...everything we stood for...I feel betrayed, but I feel relived. I think others are feeling a similar way...I need no I want answers...
6/8/2002. The birth of the Vox Populi. Tenenbaum discovering these journals.
I think what happened on Thursday and Friday...changed so many of us...even myself...I thank Daisy and Diane for explaining it to me.
There was a huge meeting with the remaining rebels. Archie, Elizabeth, and Dr. Tenenbaum joined in as well. So many discussions were had. Rapture was finally ours...
While Splicers were still a thing, and some rich assholes were still around. Considering half of the city was still going, but we came together to formulate a plan. 
There won’t be another Andrew Ryan, or even another Frank Fontaine. The end of the Rapture Civil War was only the beginning of something much better. 
We weren’t just called rebels anymore, we were officially given a name now. The Vox Populi. It was Daisy’s idea for the name. We were basically the reformed version of Atlas’s rebellion. But now, we had genuine people who actually gave a damn. Who wouldn’t use us as puppets. That we will strive for a better tomorrow. 
For peace, a better community. So we can help out every Little Sister we can find out there, and help whoever else is in Rapture. We’re gonna make this shithole of a city a better living place. No more tyrants, no more conmen, no more rulers, just people wanting to make this place a better place for everyone.
Justice, peace, and all that...I think many of us are still getting over what happened with Atlas...I’m still getting used to it...I’m just grateful it’s over.
But before this the huge meeting, Dr. Tenenbaum discovered my journals...she read what I wrote about her...our struggles. I apologized to her, but she said it’s okay. She said she doesn’t blame me for being angry. I think what surprised me more was the one person that her the most was herself...
For some odd reason, I forgave her...she just stared at me with surprise. She gave me a small smile...and then I said I think I could forgive her after everything she’s tried doing to fix her mistakes. Because I told her trying to fix your mistakes is better than doing nothing.
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Bloodhounds at War
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Out today, a blog post about my new book on the Osprey Publishing website.
For George Washington’s adjutant general Joseph Reed, September 16, 1776 started with musket and rifle fire. The Continental Army officer had been sent forward by his commander early in the morning to ascertain the truth behind reports that British forces, who had recently occupied New York, were on the move once more. Ahead of Reed had gone Knowleton’s Rangers, a picked Continental Army light infantry force consisting of 150 officers and men from Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut.
The New Englanders soon realised they had bitten off more than they could chew for, while reports of a massed British advance were incorrect, the rangers had disturbed a piquet force consisting of their counterparts in the British Army – several companies of regulars from the 2nd Light Infantry Battalion, part of Brigadier General Alexander Leslie’s light infantry brigade. Knowlton’s men soon began a fighting withdrawal.
Washington himself arrived on the scene of the developing engagement as the rangers were being forced back, scrambling up a narrow, wooded defile known as the Hollow Way. Reed, who had been observing the combat, rode to Washington’s side intending to recommend that the New Englanders be reinforced. As he did so, he recalled how the British blew hunting horns as though during a fox chase, a fact that filled Reed with particular shame and anger.
Reed’s assumption was probably incorrect. Two other rebel sources that day identified the blowing of horns as signals being sent to scattered British forces to regroup, a far more likely scenario following a brisk woodland skirmish. While Reed may have been mistaken, the metaphor of British hounds hunting down and savaging the wily American fox was not wholly misplaced. Six months after Reed’s experience one British office wrote that hunting rebels was both easier and more enjoyable than a fox chase. Indeed, by late 1777 rebel soldiers were referring to British light infantry specifically as “bloodhounds.” The king’s savage attack dogs were loose in the colonies.
British light infantry proved to be a vital component for Crown Forces during the American Revolutionary War. Indeed, the idea that the British Army was ill-suited to warfare in the Americas is an incorrect one. The experiences of the Seven Years War in both America and Europe had not only acclimatised the British military to warfare on the frontiers of empire, it had also popularised the concept of light infantry, men who were good shots and physically fit, who could act on their own initiative, endure hardship and fight an elusive foe – at that time, Native Americans and French Canadian colonists – in difficult terrain. While budget cuts saw the light infantry disbanded following the conclusion of the war, the experiences of officers and NCOs would go on to inform the British during the Revolutionary War. Indeed, the commander-in-chief in North America between 1775 and 1778, William Howe, had served as an officer in a light infantry battalion during the Seven Years War.
Beginning in 1771, with unrest brewing in the North American colonies, light infantry companies were reintroduced into first the British and then the Irish establishments. In his 1772 treatise Rules and Orders for the Discipline of the Light Infantry Companies in His Majesty’s Army in Ireland, Lieutenant General George Townshend wrote that light infantrymen should be active and able as well as experienced. They were to be, as an officer during the Seven Years War had recommended, accustomed to long marches, at home in woodlands and excellent marksmen. Townshend stressed that victory - and survival - could depend on one well-placed shot.
Pre-war preparations helped to give the British Army a basis to build upon once fighting broke out in 1775. The experiences of Lexington, Concord and Bunker Hill acted as a reality check to those who thought the rebelling colonists would be easily subdued. The response was not only to consolidate the strength of the light infantry by forming the disparate companies into composite battalions, but to put the main army at Halifax in 1776 through the basics of light infantry drill. From now on even the regular “line” companies of British regiments would fight in open order and typically engage their enemies with speed and aggression, a far cry from the densely-packed, slow “Prussian” drill that is popularly imagined for British forces of the period.
The immediate result was the battle of Long Island – a victory spearheaded by British light infantry battalions – and the capture of New York. Throughout the following seven years of the conflict, light infantry proved themselves to be the army’s elite in North America, giving British commanders the skill and flexibility needed to engage their enemies in all terrain and circumstances. Their successes were so frequent that the Continental Army mimicked them with their creation of their own light infantry brigades, which went on to win renown at Stony Point and Yorktown.
Just as young officers during the Seven Years War had brought their experiences of irregular warfare into the American Revolution, so young British officers of the Revolutionary War would carry over what they had learned in the later Napoleonic Wars. One such officer, John Moore, became one of the leading advocates for light infantry doctrines, and would play an instrumental part in preparing the British Army for its wars with Napoleonic France.
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Biggest Movie Traitors and Backstabbers in Cinema
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Last week, as part of the streaming service’s ongoing plan to bring Warner Brothers’ slate of theatrical releases to audiences at home HBO Max premiered Judas and the Black Messiah on the same day it opened in theaters. Directed by Shaka King, the incendiary historical drama centers on the rise of Fred Hampton, the charismatic Black Panther Party leader, and his tragic betrayal at the hands of FBI informant William O’Neal.  Daniel Kaluuya stars as Hampton, a scorched-earth performance that attempts to recreate the magnetism and magma-like intensity of the revolutionary figure, but Kaluuya is somehow not the star of the film.
The film’s true protagonist is O’Neal, played by LaKeith Stanfield. After getting himself into some hot water, O’Neal is propositioned by FBI agent Roy Mitchell (Jesse Plemons) to either infiltrate the Black Panther Party and report back on his findings or face jail time. At first O’Neal seems to luxuriate in the kickbacks he’s given by Mitchell for his intel but he quickly learns how dangerous it is to lead a double life. O’Neal also has to try to reconcile betraying the very movement he’s spent real time and energy trying to build.
Stanfield’s performance is filled with queasy anxiety and paranoia but also cockroach-like survival tics. It’s an all-time great turncoat performance, worthy of the biblical reference in the film’s title. To honor Stanfield’s turn as “Wild” Bill O’Neil, here’s a countdown of some of cinema’s greatest backstabbers.
Fredo Corleone – The Godfather Part II (1974)
Fredo Corleone, the least intelligent and most ineffectual of Don Vito’s children, has become something of a pejorative term used against anyone deemed to be the lesser sibling in a famous family. Played with a sense of melancholy and knowing pity by esteemed character actor John Cazale, Fredo’s betrayal of his brother Michael is due more to petty jealousy than it is to Machiavellian scheming or dreams of leading the Corelone Crime Family.
As the character pathetically rages, “‘Send Fredo off to do this. Send Fredo off to do that. Let Fredo take care of some Mickey Mouse night club somewhere’… I can handle things! I’m smart! Not like everybody says!” The worst part about Fredo’s actions against his family is that it’s unclear if Fredo actually knew what was being planned against his brother or whether he was just blindly jumping at the opportunity to be important and have something for himself.
Lando Calrissian – Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back (1980)
Perhaps the most lovable backstabber on the list, Lando at least shows some backbone and tries to make up for his nearly unforgivable alliance with the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. While serving as Baron Administrator of Cloud City in The Empire Strikes Back, Lando is visited by Vader and bounty hunter Boba Fett and told to help trap his old friend Han Solo and the Rebels seeking sanctuary in Cloud City in exchange for the safety of the city’s citizens.
After selling his friend out, Lando has a change of heart when he overhears Han being tortured and realizes that Vader and the Empire were already reneging on their promises. He helps Leia and Chewbacca escape, and is able to evacuate Cloud City before the Empire is able to retaliate. Later he participates in the near-incompressible plot to rescue Han Solo and serves as a key general in the Rebel Alliance. Still, even back when he’s on the wrong side of the fight, Billy Dee Williams is able to turn Lando an appealing character, making his eventual redemption that much sweeter.
Henry Hill – Goodfellas (1990)
Ray Liotta plays the ultimate rat. After a long and fruitful career as a capo for local boss Paulie Cicero, Henry Hill’s mafia lifestyle comes to a final, screeching halt after he’s arrested by narcotics agents while trying to facilitate unapproved drug deals with his Pittsburgh associates. Henry’s good friend Tommy jokingly posits that Henry would crack under questioning earlier in the film, but Henry’s damning testimony against his associates Jimmy Conway and Paulie is all about survival: Henry knows that if he doesn’t cover his own ass, Jimmy will have him and his wife killed.
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Mr. Orange – Reservoir Dogs (1992)
Arguably the villain of the story, depending on who’s side you’re on, Mr. Orange is actually L.A.P.D. undercover cop Freddy Newandyke. Looking to bring down crime boss Joe Cabot, Mr. Orange infiltrates his crew and takes part in diamond heist gone bad. In the ensuing chaos, Mr. Orange is shot and ends up killing an innocent civilian in retaliation. Played by Tim Roth, Mr. Orange screams and cries as he believes he’s fatally wounded, but it’s also possible that he’s airing out the guilt he feels in letting his undercover operation get so out of hand.
Without going into all of the bloodshed in the conclusion of Quentin Tarantino’s Reservoir Dogs, Mr. Orange’s double agent status is so sound that it eventually leads to the demise of almost all of Cabot’s colorful crew, and Orange then feels compelled to confess his deception, resulting in an ambiguous ending that most believe concludes with his death.
Dennis Nedry – Jurassic Park (1993)
Wayne Knight’s Dennis Nedry is probably the most cartoonish Benedict Arnold of the bunch, and if you think about it, the only human antagonist in the original Jurassic Park film, if you’re not counting short-sighted, megalomaniacal John Hammond. The slovenly Nedry is chief architect of the computer system at the fledgling Jurassic Park theme park, and he’s miffed by perceived low pay. So he decides to take an offer from Lewis Dodgson (“DODGSON, WE GOT DODGSON HERE!) of rival biotech company Biosyn to steal embryos of 15 dinosaur species in exchange for $61,500,000.
To make his grand escape with the embryos, Nedry shuts down the park’s security systems, including the electric fences surrounding the dinosaur paddocks. He also uploads a self-aggrandizing computer virus to prevent the systems from being quickly turned back on. However, a perfect combination of his own harebrained scheme and a nasty storm leaves Nedry stranded and at the mercy of a young Dilophosaurus. It does not end well.
Cypher – The Matrix (1999)
Cypher’s betrayal of the Nebuchadnezzar crew in The Matrix is pretty easy to see coming, and not just because the character is played by Joe Pantoliano, who’s portrayed many malcontents throughout his career. Cypher being a red pill dabbler and wishes he had taken the blue pill instead. He also outwardly makes his disapproval of Morpheus known throughout the movie. Using “ignorance is bliss” as his mantra, he strikes a deal with Agent Smith to return him to the Matrix and erase his memory of ever awakening from it in exchange for selling Morpheus out.
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After tipping Smith off to a meeting with the Oracle, Cypher goes full villain and unflinchingly kills Dozer, Apoc, and Switch before finally being stopped and killed. At least he’s free from the reality he hated so much.
“Mad Eye Moody” (aka Barty Crouch Jr.) – Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)
What’s a bigger betrayal: Death Eater Barty Crouch Jr. revealing that he’s been impersonating Alator “Mad Eye” Moody for the entirety of Harry Potter’s fourth year at Hogwarts, or Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling revealing herself to be a transphobe, betraying many of the themes of her beloved book series? We’ll leave that one to you, dear reader.
However, Barty Crouch Jr. (David Tennant before he was the Doctor) memorably betrays Harry Potter and the Hogwarts community by using the Polyjuice Potion to impersonate the former Auror and ensure that Harry would get into the Triwizard Tournament and ascend to the Third Task, which was a trap to help Lord Voldemort return to a body of his own. At least the real Mad Eye didn’t actually turn his back on those that revered him (like Rowling).
Colin Sullivan – The Departed (2006)
The biggest rat in a film full of “gnawing, cheese-eating fucking rats,” Sgt. Colin Sullivan (Matt Damon) is the criminal counterpoint to Leonardo DiCaprio’s undercover cop Billy Costigan, an undercover gangster who serves as the personal mole to Irish mob boss Frank Costello (Jack Nicholson).
Played with smarm and cowardice by Damon, Sullivan eventually double crosses the police and Costello when he discovers that Costello is an FBI informant—a rat leading rats. Scared but trying to retain his high-ranking job, Sullivan misguidedly tries to position himself as a hero and tie up all loose ends, resulting in a shocking, bloody finale that finds cocky Colin Sullivan miraculously as the last man standing. Or at least the last man standing for the moment, as a final, forgotten loose end returns to give the audience what they want; another dead rat.
Robert Ford – The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford (2007)
Well, it’s all right there in the title, innit? Played with a jealous, insecure bent by a creepy (in multiple ways) Casey Affleck, Robert Ford starts off as a Jesse James fanboy, desperate to join the outlaw’s gang with his brother Charlie (Sam Rockwell). When he finally gets close to the mythical criminal (a shadowy Brad Pitt), Bob begins to resent the man, eventually brokering a deal with the Governor of Missouri to either capture or kill Jesse James in exchange for a substantial bounty and full pardon.
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Bob Ford cozies up to Jesse James even further, eventually earning the man’s complete trust, before cowardly shooting the man in the back—although in the film both carry an air of expectation that it needs to happen. Ford then lives out the rest of his days known as the coward punk that betrayed Jesse James until his eventual murder.
Aaron Burr – Hamilton (2020)
Close knit allies but ideological opposites, Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton both fought in the Continental Army for independence from the British. However, when it came time to actual govern the new country that they fought to begin, the men drifted apart.
It’s unfair to call Burr the only backstabber in this relationship, because both men betray their former friend. Burr (Leslie Odom Jr.) becomes jealous that Hamilton (Lin-Manuel Miranda) constantly has George Washington’s ear, and switches political parties to defeat Hamilton’s father-in-law in an election, ending their mutual admiration.
Burr also inadvertently pressures Hamilton to publicly reveal an affair, which strains the rivals’ relationships even further. However, when Hamilton endorses Thomas Jefferson (Daveed Diggs) in the third presidential election, a man that he doesn’t even like, to block Burr’s political malleability from the presidency, it becomes the final straw for Burr, who challenges Hamilton to a duel. In the ensuing gunfight, Hamilton throws away his shot, and Burr seals his fate to be remembered as the villain who killed Alexander Hamilton.
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