#Assault and battery

[f1rewalk3r]

since apparently this is what i’m known for: What Motorcycle I think each member of the PRT ENE would ride:

Armsmaster: Canonically rides a “souped up motorcycle.” obviously this means tinkertech in the parahumans world, but in the biker world this means egregious, stupid custom. so i’m giving him a fat tire Harley Davidson VROD. an ugly bike with an ego for a silly man with an ego

now what do you get when you cross the most reliable, unkillable dual sport of all time with a diesel engine? you get the Kawasaki KLR-650 HDT, the M1030-M1, a finicky monster used by the US military. perfect for the unkillable Miss Militia, a connoisseur of finicky military equipment. it can go anywhere and use anything for fuel, but it was literally designed to run on jet fuel.

Velocity’s a speedster right? so obviously he’s gonna get an ultra fast liter bike, super sport, 200hp, etc. WRONG. you fucking idiot. you fucking moron. personally i don’t subscribe to grimdumb f(c?)anon that he perceives real time when he’s speeding. that’s stupid cape design imo. he can go fast as his heart desires with his power. yknow what he can’t do with his power? rip up the fucking motorcross track, doing flips and jumps and shit. radical, man. so he gets a two-stoke ripper, the Yamaha YZ-250.

Battery, on the other hand, is a girlboss who needs to get stress relief via a supersport liter bike. she’s dealing with assault all day, can you blame her? so she’s getting the Honda CBR1000RR-Fireblade. liquid cooled, 999cc, inline four, with a top speed of 190mph it really doesn’t get much faster than this, folks.

now if you take the dual sport Kawasaki, give it the suspension of the Yamaha motorcross, but the tires and street performance of the supersport, you get the Supermotard class of bikes. the crackhead hooligans of the bike community, these are the bikes that are doing wheelies in residential areas, jumping over that grassy hill near your office building, and squealing around corners as the back end slips out. can you tell i have a favorite type of bike. now, who’s our resident crackhead of the protectorate? why, Assault, of course! So he’s getting the king of supermotos (and the bike i will probably be purchasing in may), a Suzuki DRZ-400SM

loud, annoying, and entitled Triumph gets the Harley Davidson Softtail, the bike of choice for obnoxious wannabe hell’s angels, the bike of choice for your balding 50yr old dad, or for the kid who wants so badly to be relevant and accepted amongst the boomers he calls friends. idk where Triumph fits into this its kinda just a vibe yk he’s a nepo baby, he gets a harley

and finally. the perfect bike for those with mobility issues/those concerned about safety due to preexisting medical conditions, Director Piggot gets a Harley Davidson Trike and she fucking slays on it, understand? girl power.

i forgot dauntless because he’s boring so he gets a boring adventure bike for boring losers. BMW F650GS. fuck you dauntless you dont even get a fun big BMW you get the heavy underpowered one. go to hell 🖕

[mcaxolotl]

Mariana and Slimecicle may have their differences, but at least they both encourage their daughter to shoot people <3

[icyartblog]

A monster camp screen cap redraw !

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Siberian and Shatterbird are to escape the city, and our business with you will be done. Thank you.  – c.

Seriously? Cauldron?

Fuck the shit off.

I can see how the whole 'Assault wooing Battery' bits (that we see) don't age well, especially since Assault really is the whole reason she got powers, for revenge, etc, but I mean... a TV show where the start of it is Battery getting powers to go after Madcap, and somewhere in the middle she captures him and he switches sides and they eventually get together...

I mean, that would work pretty well. People would ship it hard.

In real life, wearing the other person down is... generally not a good idea, especially in a workplace environment and the age difference between them, etc.

In fiction... it's okay. I'm not someone who gets worked up over that, tbh. I can see why some people look in askance at it, why WB himself (from what I gather) is not totally thrilled with it. But I don't mind it. People's perceptions change.

Arguably we could have done to see more of their relationship development, for it to land better, but the point of the Interlude isn't really that, it's more ancillary.

Though WB, when he does an Interlude right, is usually doing about four things at once with it.

When he does an Interlude right. When he does it wrong, he's doing either (at best) one thing, or like, twenty-six things all at once, which is a bit too many, to say the least.

But also, no, Cauldron, the Siberian surviving doesn't advance your plans, sweet jesus why the fuck those two. Jack Slash and Bonesaw would make more sense.

WHY SHATTERBIRD? What, you think she can be used against Scion? Pfft

[goblin-iz-whack]

Killerwatt: What shade of lipstick is that?

Flat-Top: Flamin hot cheeto dust.

[bobauthorman]

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“TWO-YEAR TERM GIVEN MAN WHO STABBED WOMAN,” Winnipeg Tribune. December 29, 1932. Page 1. ---- Arthur W. Gray, Who Had Previous Record, Sent To Penitentiary ---- The ending to a dramatic Christmas Eve stabbing affray was heard in city police court today when Arthur

W. Gray, alias Thomas Rooney, was given a two-year penitentiary term for wounding Mrs. Margaret Price. His previous police record showed he had been convicted several ago of assault and battery and of pointing a revolver.

Gray, who was at Price's lodging house on Colony st., came downstairs from his room while a Christmas Eve party was in progress. Among the guests was a young woman who had previously lodged at the house and for whom Gray had formed a strong attachment.

He went around the room shaking hands and exchanging greetings with the guests apparently in the best of humor. But when he came to the young woman he suddenly whipped out a knife to stab her.

Mrs. Price, the landlady, stepped in front to protect her and was stabbed in the left breast. If the knife had struck her one inch higher the wound would probably have been fatal, the court was told.

The young woman was also slightly wounded in the scuffle that followed before Gray was overpowered by the other guests.

[greenl-ungs]

All shameless does is glamorize living in the south side of Chicago and having trouble living with money problems, underage smoking and drinking, and doing illegal or unethical things to get by, and a lot of sex.

And it’s working

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Going to Mars

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

[xtrablak674]

I Never Asked for Anything

I was one of those children who knew we didn't have, so I didn't ask for anything. Even when my living situation changed, not that I was aware at the time, it had already been ingrained in me to take up as little space as possible in regards to my needs. So much to the point that part of the reason I got a job at fourteen or fifteen, which ever age you can get your working papers, part of the reasoning was to buy more food for myself because I wasn't getting enough to eat. I would like to clarify its not because my grandparents weren't feeding me, its because our household was inhabited by three men, my grandfather, my intellectually challenged uncle and me.

My uncle had a voracious appetite eating just about everything in sight. As a teen with hormones, extracurricular activities, church obligations, dance classes and school I had a very active lifestyle that needed a higher caloric intake. But it was fine, I preferred to earn and buy what I needed rather than ask for something I wasn't getting. No one had explicit told me this, it was part of that common sense my mom always talked about, I had intuited that this was what I was supposed to do, take up as little space as possible.

This was a theme throughout my young adulthood, that I had to come to a resolution with. It was perfectly fine for me to take up space and fine for me to have wants and needs and more importantly have them fulfilled. Which makes it particularly poignant and alarming when I did come to this particular precipice after my grandmother first born child had attempted to kill his first born child, me.

In the aftermath I made one of my few if only request from my grandmother as I still reeled from the trauma of my father just attempting to murder me. I asked her if she could be more affectionate, I think at the time I was visible upset and crying and she had put an arm around me as we were walking back to her house, yes her house. I had escaped the attempt on my life by fleeing to a nearby friends house and calling her at work.

I remember bringing up this incident in therapy and Ms. Kennedy asked me, were the police called? Her insight took me aback I had never thought that this violence that was perpetrated on me deserved a punitive response. It hadn't even crossed my mind that I had been physically and psychologically violated and in that happening laws had been broken. My rights to a safe and comfortable living environment had been disrupted by no one other than the person who was responsible for me even existing. I deserved justice, and my loco parentis should have advocated for me getting this justice and asking for me, the thing I couldn't ask for myself. But that didn't happen, this is what happened next:

She stopped us, looked into my eyes and said if thats what you want you can initiate it. I never asked her for anything ever again.

This moment right here set the tone for our relationship for the rest of our lives. If I wanted something I had to initiate it. So when it came time for me to leave for college I never looked back.

Albeit I can extend to folks their own personal traumas, upbringings and their relationships to intimacy however failing. I think its a bigger failure when you're in a parental role and a young teenager who hasn't had the history of asking for anything asks you for one thing, and you turn it back on them. I for one would have done everything in my ability to conquer or sublimate my own feelings to make sure this child got what they needed, even if it was beyond my comfort zone. I am not a parent, but I think that is what being a parent is. Giving things to your children that you never had, even if you don't know how to.

If you don't understand where I came from, it may be hard for you to understand where I am now. As an adult with means, I don't deny myself anything. If there's something I want even if impractical I get it, because I can. A lot of who we become is based on the kind of childhoods we had, and when you grew up wanting for things, when you get to a point where you want for nothing, some choices can sometimes seems whimsical. This is something I continue to struggle with, as I try to resolve if I truly need more things to be happy.

Nowadays most of my purchases are usually vinyl, comic books or books and nary do I stray from those items. I had sworn off of paper comics, but the nostalgia is so strong for the materials that I had as a child that I still find myself drawn to buying them. Its funny that two major ways I entertain myself are reading and listening to music. Things that can ultimately be free if you're smart about it, but other things compel me to fill the voids that were left unfulfilled when I had less choices and less options.

[Photo by Brown Estate]

[madraslawyers]

குடும்ப வன்முறை வழக்குகள்: சிறந்த வழக்கறிஞர்களைக் கண்டறிக

இந்தியாவில் தமிழ்நாடு, சென்னையில் குடும்ப வன்முறை வழக்குகளுக்கான சிறந்த வழக்கறிஞர்களைக் கண்டறியவும். முக்கியமாக, ராஜேந்திர சட்ட அலுவலகம் சிறந்த குற்றவியல் வழக்கு சேவைகளை வழங்குகிறது. இந்த சட்ட நிறுவனம் சென்னையில் உள்ள கிரிமினல் வக்கீல்களின் குழு. மகளிர் நீதி மன்றம் / மகிளா நீதிமன்றத்தின் வழக்கறிஞர்கள் “குடும்ப வன்முறை வழக்குகள் முதலில் நம் சமூகத்தில் இந்த நாட்களில் நிறைய உள்ளன.மகளிர் நீதி…

[got-into-worm-by-mistake]

Inquiries about whether her teammate Assault was her boyfriend or her brother had been met with coy deflections, leading a small fraction of the local superhero fans to surmise he was both. 

I do sorta get why confirming the dating or related status of Assault and Battery would be not the best idea from the PRT/Protectorate, but I also think that maybe, just maybe, playing coy doesn't help? A flat no, while certainly also likely to spur conspiracy theories, would probably do better.

[reportwire]

Man and 15-year-old are arrested in shooting that wounded 9 children at Georgia gas station | CNN

CNN  —  Two people have been arrested in the shooting that wounded nine children at a Columbus, Georgia, gas station earlier this month, police announced Friday. The suspects were identified as 35-year-old D’Angelo Robinson, Sr., and an unnamed 15-year-old male, who were both taken into custody on aggravated assault charges, according to a release from the Columbus Police Department. The…

[the-99-percenters]

He should not have been working as a delivery driver. Obviously a background check was not done. Maybe that company should be sued.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"ALL HER CASH TAKEN HAD TO GO ON RELIEF," Toronto Star. May 16, 1934. Page 2. ---- Nothing Left to Buy Baby's Ice-Cream After $83 Stolen From Trunk ---- "I have not even enough money for my baby to buy ice cream," said Mrs. Yienova, giving evidence in women's court to-day, accusing Jane Smith of stealing $83 out of a trunk in her home last June.

Accused was bound over on bail of $200 until May 23 until a necessary witness could be found. She denied taking the money. Complainant said the loss forced her to go on city relief.

"Did this woman offer to pay back the money?" asked Crown Attorney Malone. "Yes, twice."

Mamie Pruitt pleaded guilty to the charge of keeping a disorderly house. The case was remanded until May 19 Percy Grossminsky, "found in," was fined $10 or ten days.

Fanny Mandeloff, accused of assaulting Mrs. Sylvia Barnes in a neighbor's dispute over a clothesline, was bound over to keep the peace for six months.

Baseball Bat Locked Up A miniature baseball bat was the cause of a lot of trouble in two colored households, it was revealed. when Mrs. Lydia Moore accused Mrs. Anita Merritt of assault and battery.

Mrs. Moore arrived in court armed with the foreboding bat. Questioned by Crown Attorney Malone, she said that Mrs. Merritt had hit her on three occasions with the club, which she brandished in her hand. "Each time she hit me over the back and ribs and called me names that even a real man wouldn't use," she said.

The case was held up when it was discovered that Mrs. Merritt had gone home. Magistrate Margaret Patterson instructed that the woman be brought back.

Accused returned, smartly dressed in a matronly fashion, leading nine-year-old son, Melvin, by the hand. Melvin was all dressed up in his Sunday-best blue suit, licking an all-day sucker.

The case was adjourned till May 23rd, when material witness would be able to appear.

While officers and counsel were indulging in batting practice with the alleged club Magistrate Patterson stopped play.

"I order that weapon to be locked up in safe custody until the case is resumed," she commanded.