Glensheen Historic Estate is a large mansion located in Duluth, Minnesota. It was constructed to be the family home for Chester Adgate Congdon in 1908. In 1968, the mansion was given to the University of Minnesota Duluth. While the university owned the home, Elisabeth Congdon, Chester’s youngest daughter, was given a life estate while allowed her to occupy the mansion until her death. Without a doubt, the house is an absolute beauty, however, it’s more commonly known for its brutal 1977 murder.
On 26 June, 1977, somebody snuck into the Glensheen Mansion. Inside, they came across Elisabeth’s nurse, Velma Pietila, who they threw down the stairs before bludgeoning her with a candlestick. Following her murder, the intruder then crept into 83-year-old Elisabeth’s bedroom and suffocated her with her own pillow.
Roger Caldwell, the husband of Elisabeth’s adopted daughter, Marjorie, was eventually apprehended for the shocking murders. Initially, he denied the crime and was acquitted, but years later he eventually confessed that he killed them because Marjorie was to inherit the Congdon fortune when Elisabeth passed away. Following Roger’s confession, he committed suicide.
so if keith’s internal pining deals with music and sountracks dealing with jb, camp rock, all the way to linkin park and rise against etc etc. then is lance’s internal pining like a movie? maybe it’s a really dramatic opera/musical songs about someone not loving you back? does he picture that they’re in the middle of the low point of a romantic comedy with the cinematography montages and all? when he remembers certain peak pining moments, does he remember them in black and white like an old french film? does he act out how he wants to talk to keith in movie format???
As the only son of King Stilinski, Stiles doesn’t have a lot of freedom, but he doesn’t let that stop him from traveling for days to the biggest festival of the season with a begrudging stranger, Derek.
Derek is not one for dancing, but at a ball he meets Stiles, an orphan, and he becomes quickly attached. He does not care what other people think about Stiles’ wealth and status, but it’s a lot harder for Stiles to ignore the comments that have haunted him his whole life.
It’s even harder to convince Stiles that Derek’s feelings are genuine.
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An empress of Russia who is encouraging cultural renaissance. She became an empress by driving out the old, incompetent regime. By a surprising radical reformation policy, she takes care of people and tries hard to make Russia a powerful nation. But, this is followed by a growing counter force, which worries her.
Olicity in a turn-of-the-century frontier town. (I'm watching "When Calls the Heart" and it's stuck in my head.)
The sun was high in the sky and the dry dust swirled around his booted feet as Oliver Queen, Star’s sheriff, walked through the streets of his town. At this time of day, crime was limited mostly to men getting charged too much for the rotgut they swilled in the saloons along the optimistically-named Glade Street. So that meant he could leave his deputy, Roy Harper, watching the jail while he paid a visit to his sister and took her to lunch.
He nodded at the townfolk who greeted him and did his best to steer well-clear of women like Miss Helena and Miss Susan. They were both fine women, of course, but Oliver wasn’t ready to settle down. Not when he had his sister to bring up and a town to protect. Not when he was still atoning for what he had done during the War Between the States.
Soon, he arrived at the small house he shared with his sister. Taking off his hat as he stepped onto the porch, he opened the front door and called out, “Speedy?”
“In here, Ollie!” His sister’s voice floated out of the room their mother would have called a parlor, but which they called the sitting room. Since after all, they weren’t back East anymore.
“Thought you might want to get lunch with your brother, if you wouldn’t be too embarrassed–Oh.”
Thinking his sister had been alone, Oliver hadn’t thought anything of tugging his shirttails free of his pants and unbuttoning a few buttons while walking into the sitting room. He had sweated through his shirt in the dry Arizona heat, so he knew Thea would insist on a fresh shirt if she was to go to lunch with him.
But his sister wasn’t alone. There was a young woman, with blonde hair twisted haphazardly into a knot, wisps escaping around her pink-and-white face. Behind her spectacles, her eyes the color of the sky were wide, and her naturally pink lips were parted in an O at the sight of him in his unkempt state.
“Ollie, really?” Thea asked as Oliver quickly put himself to rights. He nearly dropped his hat until his sister plucked it from his grasp and stepped away with it.
“You could have given me a warning,” he muttered at Thea’s back before turning to his sister’s guest. “Beg your pardon, ma’am. I didn’t realize my sister had a visitor.”
“No … no, it’s quite all right,” the young woman said, sounding rather dazed. That made Oliver take another look at her, wondering if perhaps the heat was getting to her. She had the look of someone newly arrived from the East; perhaps she was feeling light-headed?
Thea returned from the hall and said airily, “Oliver, I’d like to introduce Miss Felicity Smoak of Boston. Miss Smoak, this is my brother, Sheriff Oliver Queen.”
“Pleased to meet you, ma’am,” Oliver said, nodding to the young woman. “Welcome to Star.”
“Thank you,” Felicity said, fidgeting a little with the handkerchief in her hand, before rising to her feet. “I don’t want to intrude upon your no-doubt-limited time together as siblings, so this seems like a perfect time to conclude my visit–”
“Oh, no,” Thea replied. “If Ollie’s gonna take me out to lunch, he can take you out, too. That way, you can explain more about your problem and he can start to help you.”
Oliver knew at this point he should protest Thea’s high-handed treatment of not just himself, but Miss Smoak, too. Yet … there was something about the woman in front of him, in the bright blue dress. Some spark about her, even though he had only just met her, that made him want to get to know more about her. And after all, if she had some business that required the sheriff–well, he was the sheriff.
“I couldn’t possibly–” Felicity began, but Oliver held up a hand and she shut her mouth so hard, her jaws clicked together.
“Miss Smoak, I don’t know much what Boston’s like,” Oliver said, gazing down at her. She was so much shorter than he was, yet her presence seemed to fill up the room. “It’s probably not that different from Philadelphia, where Thea and I were born. Yet out here on the frontier, people take care of each other. We help each other. And we certainly give newcomers a warm welcome. So please, allow me to treat you to lunch and help you get the lay of the land.”
She bit her lower lip, her white teeth sinking into her very plump, very kissable bottom lip. Oliver swallowed, trying to get his thoughts–and his body–under control as he waited for her response.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Queen. Sheriff! I meant Sheriff Queen. Although I do regret that I might have need of your services as sheriff, instead of just getting to enjoy lunch with you. And your sister, of course. I–I would gladly accept your invitation. ‘Your’, in this case, being both yours and Thea’s invitation.” Felicity took a deep breath, her face going even more pink.
He couldn’t help staring at her, a small smile growing on his face. For an Eastern girl, she wasn’t polished to a boring perfection, this Felicity Smoak. She would be the last kind of girl his mother would have wanted him to become acquainted with. Yet in that moment, Oliver Queen realized he was going to become more than acquainted with Felicity Smoak.