#Compulsory Process

[worldwatcher3072]

The Sixth Amendment: Safeguarding Fair Trials and Due Process

Welcome to the sixth installment of our "Constitution Matters" series, where we delve into the significance and impact of each amendment in the United States Constitution. In this edition, we shine a light on the Sixth Amendment, which plays a vital role in safeguarding fair trials and upholding the principles of due process. Let's explore how this amendment protects the rights of individuals within the criminal justice system and ensures justice is served.

Right to a Speedy and Public Trial: At the core of the Sixth Amendment is the right to a speedy and public trial. This crucial safeguard ensures that individuals facing criminal charges are not subject to undue delays or languish in legal limbo. It promotes efficiency in the judicial process while preserving transparency by allowing public scrutiny of court proceedings.

Impartial Jury of Peers: The Sixth Amendment guarantees the right to an impartial jury of one's peers. This means that individuals accused of a crime have the right to be judged by a group of impartial individuals from the community who will fairly evaluate the evidence presented and determine guilt or innocence. This principle helps prevent bias and ensures that decisions are reached based on an objective assessment of the facts.

Right to Confront Witnesses: Another critical aspect of the Sixth Amendment is the right to confront witnesses. Defendants have the opportunity to face and cross-examine witnesses who testify against them. This right ensures that the accused can challenge the credibility and accuracy of the evidence presented, fostering a robust and reliable adversarial process.

Right to Assistance of Counsel: The Sixth Amendment guarantees the right to assistance of counsel, which ensures that individuals accused of a crime have access to legal representation. This right recognizes the imbalance of power between the accused and the prosecution and aims to level the playing field. Competent legal counsel helps defendants navigate the complexities of the legal system, protects their rights, and ensures a fair trial.

Right to Compulsory Process: The Sixth Amendment also encompasses the right to compel witnesses to testify on behalf of the accused. This enables defendants to gather evidence in their favor and present a complete and thorough defense. The right to compulsory process empowers the accused to challenge the prosecution's case and provide a comprehensive account of the events in question.

The Sixth Amendment stands as a cornerstone of the American justice system, guaranteeing essential rights to individuals accused of crimes. By ensuring speedy and public trials, impartial juries, the right to confront witnesses, access to legal counsel, and the ability to compel witnesses, this amendment upholds the principles of fairness, due process, and the presumption of innocence. It serves as a vital safeguard against potential abuses of power and helps maintain the integrity of the criminal justice system.

Stay tuned for the next installment of our "Constitution Matters" series, where we continue to explore the remaining amendments that shape our democratic society.

[wackywatchdotcom]

i think i should draw ragatha ocd more actually

[galindani]

my sexual orientation timeline:

2015: *me watching TLOK finale* omg korrasami is a canon couple :0 good for them i guess idk what to think

2016: *me watching and reading AoT* omg ymir’s letter to historia literally wrecked me, i kinda understand wlw couples now

2017: i’m literally obsessed with yumihisu now with AoT s2 airing. also i finally read korrasami comics and i’m even more into wlw media. btw, i’m starting high school in a new city, so i’m meeting new people, a lot of them are LGBT and am i developing a crush on my female friend?

2018: i’m bicurious. hayley kiyoko and janelle monáe are on repeat. i’m really into wlw media.

2019: white gay girls indie pop is at its peak aka clairo, king princess and girl in red. i’m in denial with my sexuality because at this point deep inside i was sure i’m bisexual.

2020: cottagecore lesbians having its moment. tiktok and pinterest are turning people gay. taylor releasing folklore and evermore and it’s not helping my sexuality.

2021: watching wanda maximoff and agatha harkness in action was life-changing. i’m still into *fictional* men btw so just let me be bisexual in denial.

2022: beyoncé’s releasing renaissance, i finally admit that i’m queer. i come out as unlabeled sapphic. taylor releases midnights and i jump into the gaylor hole.

2023: RWT quite literally changed my life and i finally accepted my queerness. i come out as bisexual. my gaylor theories are at its peak. i have a big crush on fletcher.

2024: all i think about are women. i went to my first pride parade! however, i develop a crush on a man and i become obsessed with him to the point i’m asking if it’s just comphet and i’m processing my sexuality. he was just kind to me and i’m thinking of my life with him. i can’t imagine engaging myself in a sexual relationship with him tho. i don’t even find him attractive. idk what is going on.

2025: realising that i’m a lesbian.

[duckdotcom]

my brain can't seem to tune out voices. I can only handle the sound of people talking if I have enough brainpower to follow their conversation and consciously consider everything they say because I simply cannot turn off that function. and there are so many sounds. in the world

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

with all the discussions around pronoun circles and similar practices, I’d like to add my thoughts as a Baby Queer TM:

u don’t get pronoun privileges until I’m sure you are cool.

“You” in this context can refer to a person or an institution, but the point stands. Unless I’m sure you’re gonna be chill about it, you don’t get pronoun privileges. Knowing my pronouns is a privilege, not a right.

Does having a compulsory pronoun share communicate to me that you’re cool?

Eh. Not really. It just tells me that I have to decide if you my pronoun privileges right now. And I’m probably not ready to share that yet.

[angryisokay]

Funny as hell when people demand compulsory voting in the US.

This country refuses to make election day a federal holiday, that would give too many people time off from work to go vote.

Additional LOL: Inauguration day *is* a federal holiday.

[emmyrosee]

uuuhhhhhmmmmMMMMM….

——

“Hey?”

“Hi.”

Interrupting his cooking, your hands come up to gently slot Choso’s face, smiling lovingly up at him while you angle him to face you. His chopping fingers still as you divert his attention, and he gives you a small smile and let his eyes wander your face. “Whatcha doin’?”

You raise on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss to his lips, “mwah.”

“Mwah,” he echos, his eyes dancing over your face affectionately.

“One more-“ you raise on your toes again to plop another kiss on his lips, “mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“Okay,” you hum, kissing his cheek and patting his back lovingly, “you can go back to cooking. Let me know when you need me.”

“I always need you,” he calls.

You just really like kissing Choso. You knew you liked it from the second you’d kissed him for the first time, unable to stop thinking about him and how right kissing him felt, you love kissing him like breathing and it feels just as comforting.

You kiss him anywhere and everywhere, grateful for the man you call your boyfriend and his chivalry of never letting you go too long without a kiss, or letting you kiss him whenever or wherever you see fit.

Like how the other day, driving home, he paid no mind as you grabbed his hand gently from the wheel, planting tiny kisses on the pads of his fingers and knuckles before letting it go back to its perch on the wheel.

Or, when you’re cuddling, and you slowly start kissing the sharpness of his jawline, not to mark it up, but sheerly because it’s the perfect area to sponge sticky kisses on, and he wraps his arms around you, as if to shield the action from the sunlight pouring in the windows.

Or, when you'd been rough housing for who knows how long, and once you rolled on top of him victoriously, you were able to pin his hands next to his head and pepper kisses over his scrunched face.

"It tickles," he complained.

You shrugged and smiled mischievously down at him, "that's punishment for losing."

You both know his words are empty, and he loves kissing you as much as he loves receiving them.

More than anything, your need to kiss Choso is nothing short of an obsession, compulsory and tkes over your mind and soul where you can't even begin to process going on with your day until the fixation is settled.

Not that either of you have ever complained.

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[the-autistic-vulcan]

Healing is a Process (Thunderbolts x OCD!F!Reader)

Request: Would you write thunderbolts x youngest fem reader with OCD, (Not the cleaning kind tho and not organizing), (like the kind i would like is where you have to do stuff in threes, intrusive thoughts, avoiding gray and cracks etc) ty <3 - Anonymous

Description: Being the youngest member of the Thunderbolts and being diagnosed with OCD

a/n: much like the Mute!Reader headcanons I made, I have also done as much research as I could do to create these headcanons. OCD is NOT just being organized or cleaning excessively - end the stigma please!

a/n: talks of intrusive thoughts, poor mental health, negative thinking, but loads of supportive fluff, Alexei making an ill-educated assumption, reader is between 18 - 21

gif credit: @some-dull-scissors, @marvelgifs

You made it clear, pretty much the first day you were assigned to them as a new Thunderbolt, about the boundaries of your OCD and the diagnosis in general

The team may be the most mentally unsound people you know, but they are the last people to judge you on setting limits

One of the first things you were asked by none other than Alexei, was if it just meant you were incredibly clean - you had to physically sit down with him and explain that OCD is so much more than that

A few more conversations with the team and they somewhat understood, but they were still willing to learn

You had one particular trait the they, respectfully, found odd - that you often avoided, whether in the bar, the shower rooms in training or just on tiled floors - the cracks on the ground

It was compulsory that you stepped in the tile shapes - if you even stepped on one or two cracks, you actively had to start again until you were satisfied

Yelena and Ava help you in the shower rooms when you do this - they don't leave without you

Ava even took liberties to step in the tiles with you just so you didn't feel so...alien

Yelena was more of a verbal support, telling you that you were doing just fine and if you needed to start again, she'd be there

Bucky and John, for all of their bickering, seem to come together when it comes to facilitating your needs

One thing they noticed you tended to do was do things in threes - locking things, shaking the salt and pepper shakers, wiping your shoes of mud three times for each foot

John, oddly enough, was the first to step in if you genuinely overthought the whole 'threes' thing

You were locking the door to the training room since you were both finished sparring for the day, you were convinced you didn't do it the three times and insisted of staying by the door, locking and re-opening the door over and over

John just put his hand on your shoulder and gently, but gruffly, reassured you that you did indeed lock it three times

Bucky also noticed you cooking some dinner and seasoning with exactly three pinches of salt, you made an accidental fourth pinch and it was ready to drive you mad

Before you could begin to even overthink anything, Bucky went up to the pot and scooped up some of the food to taste it, and he insisted that it was completely fine - it eased you, even if you were still a little shaken up

Alexei, after much needed education on the matter, offers whatever help he can

But with that, comes convoluted advice that you just cannot seem to comprehend - it grated you when Alexei used some strange Russian proverb that you didn't understand

He soon realized you needed better clarification with reasoning, now opting to make things as obvious as possible - even if they lacked some tact

Finally, Bob tried to help you adapt to the craziness that was the tower - compared to everybody else, he was level-headed - as much as one can be

You once vented to him about having intrusive thoughts, whether they were violent, emotional or something you couldn't really put your finger on, he is there to bring you down from it all

One afternoon, you had a fairly debilitating episode, ending up in your room to try and calm down

Bob went to go find you, and when he did, he felt so disheartened - he sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to take your time to come out

Once you did, you sat and talked to him for a while, letting your mind try to drift from your episode - and he's there every step of the way, even sharing his own fears about the Void or Sentry

The team makes sure you're happy, healthy and safe - that is the most important part

And with much of the flaws you perceive you may have, they see their dearest friend - nothing more, nothing less

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[mylittleredgirl]

oh ho ho i have looked up the massachusetts ballot questions and i am so personally excited to vote against the MCAS, the high school standardized test students must pass to graduate. it never impacted my own education because i was in the very last class not to have to take it (late 90s), but i was selected for the pool of beta testers the year before it was universally implemented.

i had a great time actually—get out of class for two days for a test that doesn’t even matter? i enjoyed the process of taking standardized tests (when they didn’t matter) because i had spent most of my pre-high-school days in a homeschool environment without grades, so they reminded of the trivia workbook pages that were rationed out and treated as rewards (in a one room schoolhouse with 5 kids, you take the thrills you could get—public school education was pretty amazing after that).

the most memorable part of it for me was that we got little boxes of raisins as a snack and mine had an inchworm in it. but even then as a dumbass teenager i remember giving feedback that this would be demoralizing and unfair if imposed on everyone. schools chose who would put in the test group, and every one was an A student! what kind of sample was that?

the MCAS wouldn’t become a compulsory requirement for graduation until no child left behind, but it still immediately changed things. my sister was one year behind me, and her experience in the same classes i had taken the year before was so much less inspiring. history and civics teachers who had been painstakingly gathering copies of real articles for decades about historical events had to teach from state approved textbooks. the cross-disciplinary fun projects for multiple subjects were cancelled. older teachers started phoning it in and planned their retirement.

anyway, one of the things i have always felt most grateful for in my life is that i squeaked through my public education before state testing choked it. it was a small rural public school (pretty well funded though, there are a lot of fancy summer homes in property taxing distance), and had very passionate teachers who were having extra creative fun squeezing out the last of their independence, knowing that testing was coming. i was one of the canaries in the coal mine and i will take great pleasure if my vote helps shut it down.

[contentloadingandstuff]

What is a Husband's Role? - Liyue Girls x Male!Reader

A/N: Exams might be over for me, but now, of course, I got a notice that I have to submit myself to a military assessment, compulsory for all men in their 19th year of life. Wonderful. Anyway, enjoy! CW: None.

Question: Who is a husband to you? What is his role?

Beidou: Well, it's quite simple. Y/N is a tough guy, one that's not afraid of taking the world on his shoulders if need be. He handles things in my absence, keeping the Crux’s land-based businesses afloat. While I don't take him out to sea that much, I'd rather have him well and good just in case, he's more than adequate at running the fleet. Me? Heh, he always has my back. Whenever I drink, he stays sober and makes sure I'm taken care of and back home safely and he keeps my bunk warm at night. He's one hell of a man in the sheets too- Why are you blushing, eh? Not the kind of answer you expected? A gal has her needs, I'll have you know. 

Ganyu: My husband is the light of my life. Y/N treats me like a precious flower, tending to my needs and admiring me like the most beautiful thing in this world. When he holds me, he does so with utmost care and attention. His affection makes me feel safe and loved. Thanks to him, I learned to balance work and life again. But even when I'm on the clock, he visits me everyday for my midday nap. All of his support has been crucial for my self-esteem and my efficiency at work. Without him, I don't know where I would be today. Hm? T-too scientific…? I'm s-sorry, I've just been thinking about it a lot…

Hu Tao: Ah, yes! My partner in crime, my muse, and the man ensuring the continuation of the Hu bloodline! Aiya, whatever would my world be without him? It would be as bleak as the space between life and death, with me - a sad, wailing soul, eager to find the comforting warmth of another… I'm lucky enough to have it already. His role in this marriage is not just being my lover, but being my best friend too! He's always open to my shenanigans and eagerly listens to all of my poetic scribbles, praising me and giving constructive criticism in equal measure. Y/N is not deterred by my work, and never ever turns a cold shoulder towards me. He's there when I want to mess around, when I need help or when I just want to lay in his arms and twirl his hair. Mm, I can already picture our lovely heirs! I hope they'll have his eyes~. 

Keqing: I would like to confess something, if that is alright with you. Before I became a wife and a mother, I didn't truly understand what I was fighting for. I have been taught to work towards the preservation of an abstract idea of Liyue, a homogeneous mass of people and the land along with it. I fought for it, yes, but now I know that I didn't truly comprehend what Liyue is. When I first woke up alongside my husband and when I first held my daughter in my arms, I finally understood. I understood that I'm fighting for the people, not as some vague collective, but as individuals. I'm working and fighting for husbands such as Y/N, wives such as myself, and children like my own. I would give my life for my loved ones a hundred times over, and I can work twice as hard, knowing that I do so for the future of my family and every other family in Liyue. My husband opened my eyes, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

 

Lan Yan: Hey - that's no way to think about your beloved! Love is not inherently about being useful to each other, it's more about feelings and companionship. For example, I can't say that taking Y/N with me when picking rattan is making the process easier or faster; I could easily do it myself. But I invite him just to have him near. Hearing his voice comforts me, and to be honest, I've been by his side so long that I just feel… off without him. What if it stormed, or what if night caught me by surprise? He would be worried sick, I'm sure… Or what if I met a ghoul or a jiangshi while out? I m-mean, I have a Vision and everything, but is it wrong to feel safer around my big, strong husband?

Ningguang: I find it fairly obvious - he is to support me, to comfort me and to keep me company. If you would like a more personal take on the matter, I'd say that Y/N, for me, is a precious antique - surely the most valuable of all. His role is to be a feast for my eyes and my heart, nothing less, nothing more. I wouldn't want to drag him into my business, as that would be foolishly risking his life. His role is to satisfy my emotional and physical desires - after all, true fulfillment in these areas cannot be bought by Mora. 

Shenhe: Well, I learned that a husband's role is… Hm? You want me to answer in my own words? Oh, I see. Then… I used to think that a husband is meant to give his wife children. It is what I thought for most of my life, until I met Y/N. Y/N’s presence, his words and touch, cause a comforting warmth to spread through my chest. I learned that this is what love truly means. It's a sense of safety, but it is exciting all the same. I want him closer, but my usual dark visions do not appear in my mind. I do not feel the pressure of my soul straining against the red ropes. He calms me, he makes me feel safe. Now I understand the importance of having a soul to share one's life with. I understand now what the word ‘husband’ means. And I am… happy with Y/N by my side. 

Xinyan: I love Y/N because he honestly loves me for who I am. No matter if I rock and roll or feel in the mood for something softer, he'll jam out to it with me. And he's one hell of a guy, let me tell you! He's not afraid to go all in with me, no matter what. I thought about going on tour? He's there with me. I wanna save some Mora to upgrade my guitar? You guessed it, he pitches in as much as he can! I feel like stealing him and partying the night away? He never says no. That's the best man a gal can ask for!

Xianyun: Hmph. Are you implying One's choice of husband is poor? One will have you know that Y/N is of the finest sort - a body that would make the gods of old jealous and a mind that rivals One's own. It is the latter that’s of utmost importance - One doesn't see a husband as a mere nod-along, but as a man that is capable of challenging his wife's character and inciting her to grow. As such, don't be concerned by Y/N arguing my points at any point in time. It is what One desires, and loves about him the most. 

Xiangling: Ooh, where do I start! My hubby is the best sous chef in the world - he makes sure that the kitchen is stocked up, clean and well organised, letting me focus on my favourite part - cooking! Whenever I need to get ingredients, he takes my place in the restaurant. Sometimes we go out together to get some new ingredients and experiment a little. He's good at cutting up meat, hunting down that meat and defending me if any of my ingredients decides it wants to snack on me. And, when we camp for the night, his cuddles are just the best! Both my dad and Guoba approve of Y/N, so I suppose my taste in boys isn't that bad after all. 

Yelan: A woman my age, and in my line of work, can't be blamed for giving up and thinking she'll be alone until the end, right? That was the Yelan my husband met a few years back. And yet here I am today, a married woman. I knew I was missing out, but I just couldn't imagine how delightful it feels to have someone propping up my back - not for a mission, or a profession, but for life. My husband is my safety net. His arms are my hideout where I can rest from the stress of my daily work. I never want to lose him, which is why I have him stay low and always keep the eyes of my most trusted agent on him. Nobody is going to sneak up on my man - not while my heart still beats. 

Yun Jin: His use? Ah, I think I can answer that with a single word - adventure. I always dreamt of journeying across the outside world, and love is such a journey. Y/N is my companion on it, holding my hand whenever I feel scared or unsure, standing steadfast by my side. He lets me experience so many feelings and emotions I could only imagine before he took my heart… Hehe, stories of love I sing in opera don’t come close to experiencing a husband’s warmth yourself.  

Yanfei: Well, who else would listen to me ramble on about my passion other than my lovely Y/N? I swear, no matter how many versions or iterations of Liyue’s legal history I read out to him, he never gets sleepy! He even asks questions and actually remembers what each chapter was about, can you believe that?! Hehe, seriously now; he’s a great partner, both in life and in a discussion. Y/N makes some room in his schedule for visiting me at work every day of the week, and always brings some mean snacks with him. Oh - you have to try his crab cakes, they’ll blow your socks off! And who ever said that guys can’t cook, right? 

Thanks for reading!

[evermount]

Evermount is a dystopian IF that takes inspiration from movies like "Don't Worry, Darling" and "Maze Runner." (18+)

Every day's the same: you wake up, you brush your teeth, you step into the shower, you get out, you make breakfast, you clean, as a homemaker does, and then, at exactly 12.10—not a second earlier or later—there's a knock. You then step out of the house and into the streets: the Mingle.

It's compulsory.

It only happens in pairs—everyone has a designated friend. And you're no stranger; you have one too—you are one too.

You walk, you talk, and you spend the majority of the day together—two hours minimum outside, gazing at the endless rows of pale houses in the neighbourhood; for the rest of the time, before it's time to prep dinner, you're free to do as you please with your friend.

That's Evermount.

Blue-suited guards stand in every corner, but they're no threat—you're under threat. And this is how you keep safe. It's necessary; the council said so themselves. Under no circumstances shall Evermount be left, ever. So, no one has, and no one intends to.

Why would you? It's peaceful—you're at peace. You have your spouse, and you have your house; everyone's happy. This is all you've ever known.

The Spouse [f/m] | Enemies to lovers

Every day at 7:00, you wake up, arrange breakfast on the table, wrap up the leftover dinner, and position yourself on the front porch, holding their lunch bag against your chest. The kiss is so swift that you hardly process it, and then they're gone. You wave, with a smile on your face, as you watch their car merge into a stream of Chevrolet Bel Airs—supplied by the council—all heading to work. In the evening, you share dinner, in silence. They don't talk much—only when there's company. Sometimes, it feels like you don't even know them.

The Officer [f/m] | Friends to lovers

Their eyes scanned yours, filled with concern. A deep crease cut straight through the centre of their brow, marring their otherwise smooth face. Their lips moved hastily, and they clutched your hand, but you felt yourself slipping away, slowly. "I promise, we'll find you." Those words are so strange, you recall them, every day. But that's all. You don't remember the date, the time, or why. A figment of your imagination, maybe? You see them in your dreams. Yet you don't know who they are—if they even exist.

The Voice [f/m] | ???

You're. Not. Crazy. But someone who isn't you speaks inside your head. To you. They'd lock you up for that. Take you somewhere far away. But you feel the exact same—you're no danger. So, you don't tell. You just keep acting as you are.

The Friend [f/m] | Forbidden romance  (relationship history can be an affair)

Your partner in crime, as some might say. They're your friend—you've been assigned since the beginning. But they were already living here, long before you and your spouse moved into the neighbourhood, before you two were assigned together. They talk a lot, more than your spouse. They like you, and you like them. That's what friends are supposed to do; that's what the Mingle is for—it's bad to feel alone, and the council doesn't want that.

The Council Member [f/m] | Forbidden romance

"Don't trust them," the voice warns. Your eyes narrow at them; the area under their eyes is hollow, worn, riddled with fine lines. They expel an exhausted breath and reposition the tie that's wrapped around their neck, way too tight. They look the part. They look like everyone else in Evermount, yet they're not: they're in the council, they're above you.

DEMO (TBD) 𖤓 INTROS

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[stupittmoran]

J6 Political Prisoner Jake Lang Has Been Released From Prison After 4 Years and 5 Days Without a Trial

Sixth Amendment

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the State and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the Assistance of Counsel for his defence.

[paladin1985]

the portrayal of mike wheeler's compulsory heterosexuality really is universal bcs i too spent my childhood mixing up admiration with infatuation... a girl with superpowers would do that sht... a lot of my crushes were on classmates and celebs and were based on envy and idolization.. when youre wired like that bc of social norms especially in the 80s it takes forever to find the difference.. some never do and end up in the closet their whole life... theres a weird shame in coming out after dating the opposite sex even multiple partners as if it invalidates your sexuality but in reality its just part of the process in finding who u are

[ggukkiedae]

notes: WELCOME HOME HOBI! (dialogue written in italics are spoken in english)

setting: october 17, 2024

word count: 566

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The atmosphere was tense in the best way.

Yoonmi kept looking out the van window, checking for the familiar figure she was waiting to see. The car shook slightly as she bounced her leg, fingers going up to tug at the ends of her hair.

“Geez,” Seokjin threw one leg over her lap and pulled her hands into one of his, “were you this jittery when I was discharged?”

She wrinkled her nose at him, “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

A chuckle escaped him, “That’s such a PR answer.”

“As a Bangtan member in this media economy…” she trailed off, making both of them laugh.

As much as her eldest member was able to distract her for a bit, her attention almost immediately faded back to the gates she had purposely asked their manager to park in view of.

Having Seokjin back has been one of the best things to happen to her in 2024, especially with him visiting her on her tour and hosting her comeback live just last month. Now that she had finished the tour, the absence of the other six members was starting to fill her senses.

“Hey,” her companion’s smile was evident in his voice while his posture shifted to grab the giant bouquet next to him, “if you stop overthinking right now, you’ll notice a little someone coming.”

Her eyes widened as she turned to look out the window. A familiar smile made its way into her view, unconsciously making the corners of her lips curl up.

Hoseok had come out of the gates.

Before anyone could even process what was happening, Yoonmi had already slammed the car door open and practically teleported to Hoseok’s arms.

There was a small grunt that came from him as he held her up, wrapping her in a hug as well. 

She immediately buried her face into his chest, noting how much taller he felt due to his combat boots and her lack of platform shoes. “You’re home!”

“Almost, makdungie,” he pressed a kiss to the side of her head, “I still have to say hi to Jin hyung and talk to the media first.”

“Get back here,” a third voice joined their conversation.

The confusion was obvious in her face as Seokjin grabbed her by the back of her hoodie, pulling her off of Hoseok, only for him to hug his first discharged younger brother.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” Hoseok laughed as he hugged Seokjin, “and what are these flowers, hyung? They’re bigger than our makdungie!”

“Obviously I was going to get you something big,” Seokjin scoffed.

“Alright, alright,” Hoseok smiled at his eldest and his youngest member, “let me address the media, then we can get out of here.”

Yoonmi watched in pride as Hoseok confidently addressed the media (and with amusement at Seokjin’s antics) before being caught off guard by the prior turning to look at her.

“Also, before I end, I need to do this.” His posture immediately straightened, Seokjin stretching his arms up further to accommodate the younger member who sharply raised his fingertips to his brow. “Sergeant Jung Ho Seok reporting the successful completion of his compulsory military enlistment to Bang Yoonmi, otherwise known as Kim Yoonmi.” 

A gentle smile made its way to her face, mirroring his. “You’re home.”

He looked at her, sharply bringing his hand back down before relaxing his posture.

“I’m home.”

(there were articles the next day about jin's amusing reaction of being fake annoyed that he didn't have a similar emotional moment with hobi and his appalled face upon realizing miya was riding in hobi's car rather than with him)

[devisrina]

🌟Sydcarmy week 2024🌟

The grand opening of our very first sydcarmy week!!

You heard it here Jeffs, let’s fuckin’ go!!!!

Graphics made curtesy of @ambeauty

Sydcarmy drawing done by me @devisrina

Prompts

Day 1: Found Family

Day 2: Acts of Service, hurt comfort, sick fic

Day 3: Drawings, Tattoos, & their creative process

Day 4: Jealously trope

Day 5: Mutual pining/Realization

Day 6: First date

Day 7: Serious heat (Spicy content to level of your desire)

(Bonus day) Day 8: Strange Currencies (alternate universe)

Rules/guidelines:

* Prompts are up for interpretation, as long as it is connected to Sydcarmy

* Have fun

* Be considerate of others!

* Anyone can participate

Sydcarmy week 2024 will be held September 9-15 leading up to Emmy’s night!!!

Bonus day: “Strange Currencies” is held on the 16th September (or a later day if you need more time) for anyone who wants to partake in the additional day, It’s not compulsory!

Please feel free to participate with fanfics, fanart, meta, edits etc that highlight using the prompts of each day!!!

Use #sydcarmyweek2024 on tumblr, tiktok and instagram for us to find your work.

For ao3 fanfic writers, please use #sydcarmyweek2024 on the tags of your work so that we can find them on there as well!!

[lune-moon-nuit]

The Invisible Cage: How 1980s Society Shaped the Psyche of Closeted Gay Teens Like Mike and Will

We have unfortunately already seen, through anti-Byler arguments, the level of ignorance and homophobia they radiate — how deeply they downplay the widespread homophobia that forces gay people to conform, to hide, and to date girls under compulsory heterosexuality. And we constantly have to remind them of the time period in which the story is set, and just how complicated it was to be gay in the 1980s. These young teenagers act as if being gay has always been something easy or accepted, without even realizing that their own refusal to acknowledge a closeted gay boy like Mike (and of course, Will) stems from homophobic bias.

But while watching a documentary about a French comedian who was widely loved by the stage and the public from the 1980s, I couldn't help but think about all of this. In short, Pierre Palmade is a French comedian, playwright, director, and actor, born on March 23, 1968, in Bordeaux. He rose to fame as a comedian in the late 1980s and became a well-known figure on television. In theatre, he wrote, directed, and performed in many plays.

In February 2023, while under the influence of drugs, he caused a serious car accident for which he was later convicted of “aggravated involuntary injuries” and sentenced to five years in prison, two of which were firm. You’re probably wondering why I’m bringing up this fallen man who ended up in prison. Well, it’s because of the reason he fell into drugs in the first place — which sheds a harsh light on how homophobia and heteronormativity can be deeply (self-)destructive, like a tragic butterfly effect.

Of course, losing his father in a car accident when he was a child — a grief he never managed to process or express — laid extremely fragile emotional foundations. But Pierre Palmade himself admitted that his vicious cycle with cocaine began as a way to free himself from the shame he felt about being attracted to men. He started using drugs gradually while attending Parisian high-society parties after his career took off in 1987. And even though some close people around him (whether in show business or in his family) were aware of his sexuality, Pierre had a very hard time accepting it himself.

He even shared that his mother used to tell him: "You can do whatever you want, but you're not gay, so don't go shouting it from the rooftops. Think about your family. Don't shame me." You see the message clearly here, don’t you? This so-called acceptance from his mother was no acceptance at all. The classic “gays can do what they want — just not in public.” The very same mentality we see from anti-Byler people.

Anyway, dear Pierre began to live a daily cycle of work, performances, elite parties, and gay nightclubs — all accompanied by cocaine. He said cocaine gave him the courage and strength to dare to live out his homosexuality. But every time, it remained purely physical — he never allowed himself to fall in love. A part of him still hadn’t accepted his homosexuality and believed he couldn’t love or be loved as a gay man.

Doesn’t that remind you of a certain quote? “I’m not gonna fall in love.”

Society — and most likely his family, at least his mother — made it clear to him throughout his childhood that being gay wasn’t normal, that it was a problem, that he was a mistake. Eventually, Pierre ended up marrying a woman — Véronique Sanson, a French singer-songwriter and pianist twenty years older than him. He of course invited the entire French press to the wedding so that everyone would talk about it.

They stayed married until 2004. Véronique eventually became aware of Pierre’s homosexuality, but because of a deep platonic love, she accepted for several years to be his “cover,” because they were emotionally in sync, which allowed Pierre not to feel alone. Because despite his affairs with men — including male sex workers — he was clearly suffering from loneliness.

But despite repeated stints in rehab, Véronique eventually left him and filed for divorce, unable to bear his cocaine addiction any longer. His showbiz friends had all tried to talk to him and feared the worst, but nothing worked — he kept relapsing. After Véronique’s departure, while suffering even more from isolation, he sank further into three-day parties, orgies with male prostitutes, cocaine, alcohol, and other substances.

It was a car accident in 2023, caused while under the influence, that left several people gravely injured — including the loss of a baby still in the womb — that finally forced him to detox while awaiting trial. He served two years in prison, and the remainder of his sentence is under house arrest, where I assume he is regularly tested for drugs. He lost everything.

It’s a very sad story I’m telling you here, but I wanted to share it because he’s said more than once that he used drugs as a way to dare to live and accept his homosexuality. And I need people who minimize or don’t understand the devastating psychological toll of internalized homophobia and a homophobic, heteronormative society on queer people to really understand what that damage looks like.

Pierre Palmade’s way of dealing with his homosexuality was, quite literally, self-destruction through drugs. And this — in a world where he was relatively more accepted within his artistic circle in the entertainment industry. The most tragic part is, he had made some progress. He publicly came out in 2008. In 2009, he even created a show where he talked about how his homosexuality had shaped his life.

How many anonymous young gay men across the world have experienced similar patterns, similar behaviors?

And this brings us back to Mike. Obviously, in a far more toned-down and subtle way, he finds himself in a self-sabotaging situation, driven by internalized homophobia and repressed homosexuality — damaging his own relationships in Seasons 3 and 4 and creating that whole complicated dynamic with Will and El.

Psychologically, both Mike and Will live in a world where being gay is not just taboo — it's dangerous, humiliating, and almost unthinkable, especially for boys raised in small-town America. During the 1980s, homosexuality was still classified as a mental illness in the public imagination (despite being declassified by the APA in 1973), and even in more liberal circles, being openly gay came at a heavy cost.

For boys like Mike — who, unlike Will, might not even have consciously admitted his feelings to himself — the pressure to conform, to perform heteronormativity, and to suppress any deviance becomes a matter of psychological survival. This leads to internalized homophobia, where a gay person absorbs society’s hatred and fear of homosexuality and turns it inward — denying their own desires, sabotaging potential intimacy, and often projecting discomfort onto others. Mike’s distance from Will in Season 3, his inability to express genuine affection, and his overcompensating behavior with El are all symptoms of this inner war.

In the 80s, especially in middle-class, white suburban America, conformity was not just encouraged — it was enforced. Any sign of difference, especially in young boys, was policed through bullying, family pressure, and institutional silence. Being a “real man” meant being tough, stoic, straight, and emotionally detached.

Boys who displayed sensitivity, artistic inclinations, or emotional vulnerability were instantly labeled “queer,” “fa***t,” or “sissy” — often long before they themselves had the words or understanding to identify what they were feeling. Will, labeled "queer" by bullies and even by his own father, becomes the emotional scapegoat for this homophobic culture. Even if he had never come out or expressed romantic feelings for a boy, society had already decided who he was — and punished him for it.

This constant scrutiny forces boys like Mike into performance mode: dating girls not out of genuine desire, but out of social obligation; repeating phrases they don’t truly mean (“I love you”) because they believe it’s what’s expected. The sociologist Erving Goffman called this "impression management" — the need to present a socially acceptable version of oneself to avoid rejection.

No discussion of 1980s queerness can avoid the AIDS epidemic, which reinforced the vilification of gay men. In mainstream media, gay men were portrayed as deviant, diseased, or dead. This was not just a health crisis; it was a moral panic. Gayness became synonymous with death, sin, and societal decay.

Even though Mike and Will are too young to be part of the adult gay world, they are not immune to the collective anxietysurrounding it. Messages absorbed from the media, their families, church, and school all contribute to a worldview in which being gay is dangerous, shameful, and unlivable. This fear gets lodged in the psyche before a boy even understands his sexuality, creating trauma responses like avoidance, emotional detachment, or compulsive heterosexual behavior.

The story of French comedian Pierre Palmade echoes these themes with tragic clarity. Growing up in a similarly conservative and heteronormative context, Palmade repressed his homosexuality for years, despite being surrounded by artists and creatives. His drug use began not as a recreational indulgence, but as a means of survival — a way to dull the shame, loosen his defenses, and allow himself to experience queerness in secret.

His mother’s attitude — “Do what you want, but don’t say you’re gay, don’t shame the family” — mirrors the double standards still present today: tolerance without visibility, acceptance without pride. The result was self-destruction. His inability to love or be loved as a gay man — the deep belief that he was inherently unworthy — led him to sabotage every attempt at intimacy, burying himself instead in addiction and denial.

This is the tragic cost of internalized homophobia: it doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it whispers, “You don’t deserve love”, “You can’t be gay — not really”, or “If you are, you’ll ruin everything.”

Will’s line — “I’m not gonna fall in love” — is a subconscious refusal to admit he even can fall in love, especially with his best friend Mike.

What stories like Palmade’s — and fictional ones like Mike’s and Will's — reveal is that even in spaces where queerness is tolerated, it is rarely celebrated. The trauma of being closeted isn’t just about secrecy — it’s about believing your desires make you unworthy, your love less real, your identity a threat.

We must ask: How many young boys have lived this exact same story in silence? How many turned to self-destructive patterns because they were never allowed to see themselves in the light? How many never got a Will or Mike to love them back?

This is why representation like Byler matters — not just as a ship, but as a mirror held up to decades of erased stories. Mike and Will are more than characters: they are reminders of everything that was stolen from queer boys growing up in a world that never wanted them to know love could be theirs, too.