#fox river

[captain-habit]

Can I offer you ten seconds of a babbling brook, in these trying times?

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[brokendoor16]

The absolute best/worst part of prison break is the INSANE amount of like. Codependency between the characters. Like surface-level they’re all ex-cons who don’t need anyone else, but when you actually think about it?? Every. Single. Fucking. Person. Has someone they absolutely NEED, the person who makes everything better simply by being there- the person Lincoln is to Michael (the hug in the middle of the prison riots. It KILLED me.), or Michael is to Sara (‘I just.. really need you.’). The person Maricruz is for Sucre- but, oddly enough, so is Michael, with the way he trusts him blindly no matter the circumstance- and the person Kacee is for Benjamin. And it goes ON- Nick and Veronica, LJ and Lincoln, so on and so forth- and the only exceptions? The dead guys (Abruzzi- entirely his own fault, Patoshik- mental case anyways, and Tweener- THROUGH NO FAULT OF HIS OWN, HE DID NOTHING BUT TRY TO FIND HIS PERSON), and the irredeemable monsters (Theodore Bagwell). ok right I don’t actually know where I’m going with this but THEY HAVE SO MUCH LOVE IN THEM, they’re all doing this for someone else, and this show is fucking killing me. Thank you and goodnight.

[hannahs-ownworld1]

Summary: Fox River wasn’t just a prison, it was a pressure cooker of desperation, secrets, and betrayal. You’d learned that quickly enough. Lincoln Burrows, the man everyone looked up to for his quiet strength, was someone who had been burned too many times to trust easily. You knew that about him from the start. He kept to himself, always watching, always waiting for the next betrayal.

Authors note: please keep in mind that this is my first fic so please be nice😭I hope you guys like this, even if you haven’t watched Prison Break, I recommend it, it’s a great show.

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You’d tried to earn his trust for months. You weren’t like the others, you didn’t have a hidden agenda. But every time you offered help, every time you tried to break through that stone wall of his, you were met with suspicion. He didn’t say much, but the way he looked at you, the hard lines of his face, the mistrust in his eyes, made it clear. Lincoln didn’t trust anyone, not even you.

Then came the night everything changed. A deal had gone wrong, a group of inmates planning something behind Lincoln’s back. You caught wind of it, overheard enough to know they were setting him up. Without a second thought, you stepped in. When they cornered him in the yard that night, you didn’t hesitate. You stood by his side, fighting them off, and taking a few hits yourself.

When it was over, and the attackers were scattered, Lincoln turned to you, chest heaving from the exertion. His eyes searched your face, as if trying to figure out why you’d done it. You were bruised, but standing, and you met his gaze evenly.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked, voice low and rough, the first words he’d spoken directly to you in days.

You shrugged, wincing at the pain in your shoulder. “Didn’t seem right, letting you get jumped like that.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, just stared at you. Then he nodded, the briefest hint of understanding passing between you. He didn’t say it, but you knew that something had shifted. You had proven yourself.

Over the next few days, the air between you two was different. Lincoln didn’t talk much, but the glances he shot your way weren’t full of suspicion anymore. It was subtle, an extra nod when you passed in the yard, the way he’d wait for you in line at chow. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

Then, one night, you were sitting in your cell, the dim light casting long shadows on the concrete walls, when you heard footsteps stop outside your door. Lincoln appeared, leaning against the bars. His usual guarded expression was still there, but there was something else, something softer.

He looked around, making sure no one was listening, then spoke in a low voice. “You ever been in a situation where you had to trust someone, even when everything in you was screaming not to?”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the sudden question. “Yeah. And it’s never easy.”

He nodded, his jaw working as if he was struggling to find the right words. “That’s how I’ve lived for a long time. Not trusting anyone. It’s… safer that way.”

You stayed quiet, sensing that this was something important. Something he hadn’t shared with anyone in a long time.

“I didn’t want to trust you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But when you stepped in back there… you didn’t have to. You did it anyway.”

“I’m not them,” you said softly. “I’m not here to screw you over.”

For a long moment, Lincoln didn’t speak. Then, finally, he met your eyes, and for the first time since you’d known him, his walls came down, just a little.

“I know,” he said, his voice gruff but sincere. “I know that now.”

And in that moment, you realized you had broken through. Lincoln Burrows, the man who trusted no one, had finally let you in.

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I really hope you guys liked it! Especially you fellow prison break fans! There’s barely any prison break fanfics so I decided to start off with those! Anyways, let me know what y’all think. I’ll take requests as well🤍

[fri10]

[nazlinazyapiyo]

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[rjzimmerman]

Proposed dam removals on Fox River pit environmental groups against some residents

Issues such as safety, habitat, water quality and flooding are at the heart of the argument to remove the dams on the Fox.

Excerpt from this story from the Chicago Tribune:

Paddling the length of the Fox River, Jenni Kempf was struck by the wildness of it. She marveled at scores of turtles, great blue herons and fish the size of her arm living freely in the morning mist.

“The river stays wild,” she said. “To be able to feel that, of being wildlife myself, is hard to come by.”

On her 200-mile trip in 2022 to promote taking care of the river, Kempf was repeatedly forced to stop and carry her canoe around hazardous dams that halted the flow of water and wildlife.

To improve water quality and habitat by restoring the river of its natural state, while lowering the risk of flooding, the state and the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers have recommended removing nine dams along the Fox River through the far western suburbs.

But residents who want to keep the river the way it is have pushed back against the Army Corps plan. Local officials have raised concerns about how it would affect drinking water, sewage treatment and recreation.

So now the corps has agreed to further study the impacts of dam removal, including how it would affect water levels and what sediments might be released. The environmental analysis will take longer, but the corps is not stopping its program. Officials aim to make a final decision on most of the dams in 2025 and start removal in 2027.

Environmental groups hope the project allows them to realize a decades-long dream, while opponents gear up to preserve what they say is a community asset.

The dams dot the river from Carpentersville to Elgin, South Elgin, St. Charles, Geneva, Batavia, North Aurora, Aurora and Montgomery. Most were built in the 1800s to run flour mills or sawmills that have long since closed. Such low-head dams, which let water flow over the top, create a dangerous backwash that sucks victims underwater, causing drownings and near-fatal accidents.

As a result, the Illinois Department of Natural Resources over recent years has removed about 30 dams on rivers throughout the state, including a dozen on the Des Plaines River. Next, it plans to remove the Carpentersville dam  on the Fox River this fall, under a previous agreement with the Kane County Forest Preserve District.

The Army Corps would pay up to 65% of the cost of each dam removal on the Fox, with the rest coming from the state. If municipalities oppose fixes, they would be expected to take over ownership, maintenance and liability for the dams.

[chaddavisphotography]

The Walnut Street bridge over the Fox River near Downtown Green Bay in Wisconsin,.