#False Accusation Lie Detector

[theconcealedweapon]

Autistic Person: "I didn't do it."

Ableist Dipshit: "Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't do it."

Autistic Person: (attempts to maintain eye contact and starts laughing)

Ableist Dipshit: "You did do it!"

Doing this to an autistic person can scar them for life. You're literally making it so they can be punished for anything random that they're accused of just because they have a disability.

Your lie detector test has zero validity. When you demand eye contact, you're forcing them into an uncomfortable and unnatural situation. It's very easy for someone to laugh at a time like that, especially when they're desperately telling themself "don't laugh", and especially when your lie detector test is so stupid that it's laughable.

Not only is it possible to be unable to make eye contact when telling the truth, but is also possible to be able to make eye contact when lying. People do it all the time. If the person you're traumatizing with your bullshit lie detector test becomes capable of making eye contact with a straight face on command after years of desperate practice, they'll be able to do it just as well when lying.

A lot of people also believe that "someone who's not guilty would be offended by the accusation". That's also completely false. And on top of that, a child isn't allowed to be offended by the accusation. They'd be punished for "disrespect" if they showed any signs of being offended.

"But I didn't know they were autistic." I don't care. Your lie detector test is still bullshit. Stop using it.

If you want an accurate lie detector test, try looking for hard evidence, or for repeated patterns that don't add up.

[1111111122sthings]

Ivti love never lies au.

So. If you dont know what love never lies is, then im happy for you its a shitty reality show where six couples compete for a large sum of money. The catch is, they are asked intrusive and drama causing questions about their relationship under lie detector. Whichever couple has the least lies at the end of the show wins. (Forgive me if anything is wrong, i watched a single episode like 3 years ago and the rest i know is from my friend).

Now, insert Ivan and Till. Both 20 something, friends since forever. Ivan generally doing well in life, financially stable, obviously hopelessly in love since like forever. Then there's Till who's barely scraping by, just lost another (shitty) job and his art doesn't make enough to cover life expenses. So when he spots an advertisement on social media about the show, he has a great idea.

He will go there with Ivan, pretending to be a couple.

In his mind, it's a great idea. While all real couples will be killing each other, avoiding questions, Till can easily grab the prize. Why? Because he and Ivan are always honest with each other. Besides, it's not like there are any real feelings involved, so it won't hurt anyone. Right?

Right.

Oh, and also free vacation on a tropical island sounds like heaven.

Ivan agrees right away, because a) getting to pretend to be Till's boyfriend isn't a chance you get everyday, and b) it's not like this lie detector is real, the producers say true or false deciding which will spike the views. His true feelings won't be revealed.

At first everything goes well, they even have fun. Ivan is elated since he gets to be affectionate with Till. Till? He finds out he doesn't mind. Hell, he even likes it. And in the following days he finds out some other things about himself.

See, in this show theres something called villa of temptation and villa of doubt (yes, it's really called something like that). Basically couples are separated, one person goes to villa of temptation full of hot singles there to tempt them while the other is in the villa of doubt watching the footage of the other. So, Ivan goes to the former and Till to the latter. And even though Ivan is just friendly talking with people there, Till finds himself... jealous? It doesn't make any sense, they're not even really dating. He isn't into Ivan. Sure, he knows him better than all other people, he's attractive (conventionally!!! conventionally!!!) and Till likes to be around him but that doesn't mean anything. At all.

But there has to be a time when Till is finally forced to confront his feelings. They're subjected to the lie detector again (the questions so far weren't too bad). After being accused of "no real chemistry going on between them" Till is asked:

"Do you really love Ivan?"

And he is like "?????????" like full brain freeze mental screenshot cause what he is supposed to say to that??? He doesn't. This whole relationship isn't real. They promised they would be honest and would win this show.

So he chokes out a "no".

The screen displays a big "FALSE".

×××

Bonus:

-ivan gets the same question about Till, obviously says yes (true) and till just doesnt know what to do. (Hes kinda stupid but he will figure it out)

-hyuluka are there too and they are even more dramatic. Endless arguing.

-the Hot Single TM supposed to tempt ivan is dewey. Hyuna (who is there too) finds it hilarious and dewey ends up unintentionally not making 1 but 2 (till and luka) people jealous

Somebody..... Write that please

[tobiasdrake]

Daredevil 01x04 - Sic Semper Systema

Tentatively going to call this a good episode but a lot is going to hinge on how they plan on resolving the storylines they're pursuing.

We start the show unpacking Hector's murder. We technically don't know the identity of the assailant but it's easy to assume it was Officer Powell. It wasn't. Matt uses his Lie Detector powers to exonerate Powell pretty quickly.

I admit, I'm a little nervous about the fact that they brought up and swiftly eliminated Powell from the suspect list. In the back of my mind, I'm now worried that they may be planning to make a centrist argument with this. Like, "See? You just ASSUMED the cops had something to do with it but they were innocent the whole time! Both sides could stand to trust each other a little more, don't you think?"

Those of us familiar with the comics might recognize Angela as the second White Tiger. I can visualize in my brain a version of this story where Angela dons the mask in Hector's name and then kills or tries to kill Powell in retribution, to go along with the thing that one detective in episode 1 was saying about how the supers and the cops are just as good and just as bad as each other.

I really hope that's not going to be the angle here.

Nonetheless, the show still centers the shittiness of the police and the criminal justice system.

The B-Plot of the episode concerns this man, Leroy Bradford. Leroy's arrested for petty shoplifting by the police, seen here eating the stolen goods he lifted.

Leroy did the crime. He's not an innocent man being falsely accused. However, the show makes a point here about the arbitrary nature of the offense and arrest.

Leroy's going to go to jail for stealing a box of caramel corn. A box that does not get returned to the store, but is instead taken and consumed by the officers arresting him.

Like. What justice is being served here? It can't be about the stolen merchandise if the merchandise isn't returned, can it? Why is it wrong for Leroy to eat the stolen caramel corn without paying, but it's acceptable for the police to eat the still-stolen caramel corn?

This isn't about the theft. It's about something bigger than petty crime. It's about power; What kinds of people have it and what kinds don't. The police can eat the stolen goods because the law does not apply to them.

Leroy committed the crime. In fact, Leroy's committed a lot of petty offenses.

But there are no pages of offenses for the cops who arrested him, are there? Even though they did the same crime. That's because there are different rules for different classes of people.

Leroy is here to center a conversation about the relationship our justice system itself has with repeat offenders. This is pretty blatant; When Matt goes to negotiate with the prosecutor on Leroy's behalf, they awkwardly start debating the efficacy of punitive justice as a form of crime deterrent.

This is a really weird scene. Like, thematically, it gives Matt an opportunity to directly debate the central topic of the Leroy plotline against an adversarial strawman. But in context, it's just awkward?

Matt destroys this prosecutor in the arena of reason and logic, so she surrenders fifteen days off of Leroy's sentence to Matt as his prize. Then he makes puppy dog eyes at her until she agrees to throw in another ten days because he's just so goofy. It's weird.

Matt is philosophically correct. The next and final scene with Leroy presents that argument much better. But this scene is weird.

In Leroy's final scene, he confronts Matt with the ugly reality of what being a "repeat offender" means. Going to prison, even for a short period of time, can be life-destroying. It introduces a whole swathe of disruptions.

It can cost you your job. It can cause you to miss rent and get evicted, and that goes on your record for ten years. It can, as happened to Leroy, result in loss of government assistance benefits that are necessary to get by.

You don't leave prison and go back into the workforce and become a productive member of society.

Look at Leroy's rap sheet. Drugs, trespassing, panhandling, and petty larceny. These are crimes of desperation. "Trespassing" is how you find a place to sleep when there's nowhere for you to go. "Petty larceny" is how you eat when you have no money and your food stamps were cut off. "Panhandling" is literally begging for money on the street corner.

These are crimes of poverty. Which the "great deterrent" of the punitive system creates. Leroy's not going to be in a better position to not have to trespass and steal to survive after another ten days in prison. He's not going to step out those doors suddenly having a home to live in and a stable job. The prison isn't going to give him those things, are they? Will the Warden personally sign him back up for his food stamps?

Yes, drugs too. Substance abuse is a means of surviving emotionally when your life sucks this bad. We assume people become povertous because they're addicted to drugs, but more often people become addicted to drugs because they're povertous. Misery fuels substance abuse, not the other way around. Nothing gets people clean faster than improving their life conditions and giving them something to hope for.

It's not a system that deters repeat offenders. It's a system that produces them. An assembly line for manufactured poverty. This is what the Leroy story is about, and it's pretty good. Leroy sums the whole situation up succinctly when he says this.

It isn't justice to arrest Leroy for theft if the cops are going to eat the stolen goods.

It isn't economically sensible to spend all this taxpayer money on punishing Leroy over a box of caramel corn. I promise you, ten days in prison costs a lot more.

There is no purpose being served here. It's just cruelty.

Leroy's story is the best part of the episode. A+

But that brings us back to the A-Plot: The murder of Hector Ayala. This is where things take a surprising turn.

Gonna be honest, I have a hard time buying that Matt was able to positively identify a painted-on Punisher skull by rubbing a tiny bullet casing with his finger. That seems like a stretch for his Blind Man Superpowers.

I can, however, buy that the guy who shot Hector and was wearing the Punisher logo on his chest would meticulously paint tiny Punisher skulls on each and every one of his bullets. Probably while giggling to himself about how cool he's going to look.

I have complicated feelings about the tense emotional scene where Matt prays to the Punisher for guidance, which Frank calls him out on but still offers nonetheless.

The show has, for the sake of its conversation point surrounding police brutality, essentially deified Frank. The police are wearing his iconography and acting in his image. Hector's killer wears Frank's iconography and acts in his image. And now, in his moment of weakness, Matt too turns to the Dark God of Police Brutality looking to be told that it's okay to give in to his violent urges again.

They've positioned Frank as the voice of temptation. A temptation that they've implied Matt probably shouldn't give into? Because. Y'know. It's coming from Frank. Trying to do what he would do is what the bad guys are doing.

But the temptation is to become Daredevil again. Which you'd expect to be the inevitable outcome of this story as a whole, right?

So I'm once again left puzzled and wondering where they're planning on going with this. I don't think I'll be able to form a concrete opinion about Frank's appearance here until I see how it intends to land.

I can envision in my head a version of this story where this scene is positioning Frank as a key antagonist. Where this here is Matt's darkest moment. The show has centered Frank's methodology and influence as a key source of conflict, and I don't know how you reject Frank's methodology and influence without a rejection of Frank too.

But I don't trust them to be willing to go that far. An outcome where the Punisher and Daredevil just team up and take down all the Bad Apples still feels more likely. Marvel hasn't been great at sticking the landing with their more politically-involved material in recent years.

Also there's a supervillain now. I remember this guy in the comics being like a serial killer who uses his victims' bodies to paint art or something.

That's neat, I guess. Not sure what that has to do with anything the show's talking about. Seems kinda random. But we'll see.

Also Fisk's C-Plot is still happening. I really don't find any of his material compelling or interesting. He just sort of roams around being vaguely threatening in the direction of politics and going to marital counseling with his wife, the latter of which I am especially disinterested in.

Though based on how the whole thing is presented, I am on Vanessa's side with this affair. From how they make it sound, Fisk dropped off the face of the earth and Vanessa was just supposed to wait for him forever, without knowing when or even if he was ever coming back. Eventually, she moved on and found someone new, which his return has retroactively turned into a cheating affair.

Yeah, no, that's on him. Fisk's inability to empathize with other people caused him to make a mistake, based on the assumption that Vanessa's existence strictly revolved around his own. His relationships are hierarchical; He talks a lot about loyalty. He expects loyalty. But he gives others no loyalty in return. Why should he? He is above his subordinates like Daniel and Vanessa. His relationships are one-sided.

Yeah, he's basically just a critique of Trump. He walks around the city showing off how much he sucks, and it just... feels like spinning his wheels while he waits for the plot to arrive at the point where he gets to do something.

He feels less like the show's villain and more like the show's deuteragonist. Utterly divorced from Matt and pursuing a completely separate narrative that will probably intersect with Matt's down the road but has basically nothing to do with him at this time.

But I gotta be honest, I cannot see Fisk as a deep, interesting, compelling protagonist with many layers of thought-provoking characterization. He's just a one-note piece of shit who exists to get punched by Matt, and nothing he's done in this show thus far has convinced me otherwise. So I can't find myself being interested in his material until it propels him into conflict with the show's actual main character.

He's not good for anything other than hyping up the boss fight, nor is he doing a very good job of hyping up the boss fight. So his scenes just suck.

[sophieinwonderland]

"Bottom line: False Memory Syndrome is a made up condition that’s never been recognized in the DSM or the ICD, created by accused child molesters with the intent of protecting other accused child molesters." I think it's worth knowing that you actually can mess with someone's memory and "implant" false memories into them. You can even already possess them unknowingly (like making someone believe X is the perpetrator when they were just an innocent bystander. Or the Mandela Effect.) 1/2.

Yeah, False Memory Syndrome is typically just applied in regards to abuse.

It is possible to confabulate some memories. But the so-called False Memory Syndrome goes far beyond that and suggests that these false memories are things that become core to the person's identity.

And it's this theory that is unsubstantiated.

Additionally, some may wonder how they determine who is a child molester and who isn't. Well, as good ol' Pamela Freyd explains, all of their clients are good-looking people who are healthy and well-dressed. Therefore they can't possible be child molesters!

I can't even make this up! 🤮

Stereotypes like this, that someone can't be a sexual abuser because they're good looking and nice, have plagued victims of abuse since forever. Not even just CSA either. One only needs look at the people who are assumed to be innocent of these sorts of crimes simply because they're famous.

It's this type of mentality that the FMSF has helped to foster.

(Also, lie detectors are notoriously unreliable and can be fooled with practice.)

[thoughtportal]

In order to catch liars, the ancient Chinese would sometimes give the accused a mouthful of uncooked rice during interrogation—and then ask the person to open wide. Dry rice would indicate a dry mouth, considered evidence of nervous guilt—and sometimes grounds for execution.

The notion that lying produces observable physical side effects has stuck with us, and one man thought he’d cracked the science of lie detection in the 1920s, amid a truly modern boom in crime. This was the era of Prohibition, dominated by bootlegging gangsters—Chicago alone was said to be home to 1,300 gangs—and some police departments adopted increasingly brutal tactics to wring the truth out of suspects: beating and burning detainees with cigarettes, or depriving them of sleep. Unconstitutional but widely applied across the nation, according to a major report commissioned by then-President Herbert Hoover, these techniques did result in confessions—many of them highly dubious. 

One police chief in California thought he could usher in a new era in which science would make the interrogation process more accurate and humane. August Vollmer of the Berkeley Police Department was a committed reformer who began recruiting college graduates to help professionalize the force. His interests dovetailed with those of John A. Larson, who had recently received a PhD in physiology from the University of California, Berkeley, and had a passion for justice. Larson joined the Berkeley force in 1920, becoming the first rookie in the country with a doctorate. 

Vollmer and Larson were particularly intrigued by the possibilities of a simple new deception test pioneered by William Marston, a lawyer and psychologist who would later earn fame as the creator of Wonder Woman, with her famous Lasso of Truth. (Marston unofficially used the test on some criminal defendants during probation proceedings.) Larson spent punishing hours creating a far more sophisticated test, tinkering in his university lab on an odd-looking assemblage of pumps and gauges that he would attach to the human body using an arm cuff and chest strap. His device would measure changes in pulse, respiration and blood pressure all at once, during continuous monitoring of a subject under interrogation. Larson believed the contraption would flag false answers via distinct fluctuations etched by a stylus onto a revolving drum of paper. An operator would then analyze and interpret the results. 

By the spring of 1921, Larson unveiled the machine he called a cardio-pneumo-psychogram, and later simply a polygraph, a nod to the multiple physical signals recorded by the stylus. A San Francisco Examiner report later said it looked like some mix of “a radio set, a stethoscope, a dentist’s drill, a gas stove” and more, all arranged on a long wooden table. However ramshackle it appeared, Larson’s innovation, with its continuous battery of measurements, leaped beyond all previous attempts to track the body’s involuntary responses. In a frenzy of sensationalist reporting, the press dubbed Larson’s polygraph a “lie detector,” and the Examiner swooned: “All liars, regardless of cleverness, are doomed.” 

Larson himself didn’t quite buy the hype. As he tested the invention, he found an alarming error rate and grew increasingly concerned about its official use. And while many departments across the country embraced the device, judges proved even more skeptical than Larson. As early as 1923, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia ruled polygraph results inadmissible at trial because the tests were not widely accepted by relevant experts. Still, cops kept using the machine. Larson watched in dismay as a former colleague patented an updated version of the idea in 1931. 

While Larson’s original machine collected dust, imitators with sleeker modern versions proliferated, all hewing roughly to the same parameters as Larson’s—and millions of people were subject to testing. During the Cold War, the State Department used polygraph tests to oust alleged Communist sympathizers and gay employees from the federal government. Many innocent government workers lost their livelihoods, while others who were eventually exposed as treasonous—including the infamous spy Aldrich Ames—managed to dupe the tests. For his part, Larson got a medical degree and spent his remaining career as a psychiatrist. Yet he was forever soured on the polygraph, eventually describing the device as his very own “Frankenstein’s monster,” unable to be controlled or killed. 

In 1988, Congress finally passed a law generally banning private employers from requiring the test, though some government agencies still turn to it for screening, and police may use it on suspects as an investigative tool under certain circumstances. 

“It’s an instrument of great hope but also great pain,” says Kristen Frederick-Frost, curator of modern science at the National Museum of American History, where Larson’s original polygraph anchors an exhibition, “Forensic Science on Trial,” open through next summer. In the 1930s, the Berkeley Police Department almost tossed the machine in the trash, but Vollmer thought it might one day have historical value and saved it. In 1976, the Berkeley Police Department donated it to the Smithsonian, where it sat in storage for decades. Over the past five years, seven conservators have helped to revive its motley parts for display. Some of the rubber and plastic had become stiff and degraded. Other parts were fragile, grimy or missing. The paper was seriously compromised. Today, though, “it doesn’t look like an old dusty thing that nobody cares about,” says Janice Stagnitto Ellis, the museum’s paper conservator. “It looks vital.” 

[garbage-empress]

This is also true of polygraphs aka "lie detectors" also. They just measure a smattering of physiological responses that are associated with heightened stress and give a read out compared to irrelevant "baseline" questions.

The problem is, being suspected of a crime is incredibly stressful and it's normal for innocent people to get more anxious when asked crime related questions because of worry they're being falsely accused which ironically causes them to read as more deceptive. Conversely, many accomplished liars are able to remain calm while answering questions with complete lies.

There's a reason "lie detectors" are generally inadmissible as court evidence and no professional org outside of law enforcement has confidence in them. They mostly act as a way to reinforce the cognitive biases of police officers.

'tells' of someone lying are the vast majority of the time just signs of stress or anxiety, such as self-soothing behaviours. it should be obvious why the claim that these behaviours during a police interrogation are proof of guilt is incredibly dangerous

[hunter-helmsley316]

My Unpopular opinion on Chyna!

Here is an unpopular opinion on Chyna but I think it must be heard. Yes, Chyna was a unique character and made a shit ton of money for the WWF/WWE. She was a great way for Triple H and Shawn Michael to get Heel heat. She is an icon of the Attitude era in late 1990's. Having said all that, She mainly did this to her self. To be fair the way she broke up with her ex-boyfriend Triple H and losing her job in the same day etc. Fucking sucks and is completely bullshit that it happened that way. But doing Adult videos and making serious accusations like Triple H physically hit her or Sean Waltman broke her ribs etc and saying she was terrified of hardcore street drugs and never got involved in things like that is also bullshit, and being proven bullshit is completely inexcusable.

And then one month she says really horrible things about Triple H and calls Stephanie a bitch in a video where she looks really drunk and then the next month she wants Triple H to forgive her!? WTF! kind of logic is that. So why would Triple H look at Chyna and feel sorry for her if she's trying to destroy his reputation. It's one thing to tell your side of the story about how and why she left WWF/WWE but throwing serious accusations and not wanting to take a lie detector test to prove her claims is fucking disgusting. For all we know maybe Triple H saw some of theses psycho behaviour and saw the red flags so he wanted to dumb her, that and her not wanting children was also a probably big deal breaker to Triple H. Given the fact he ended up having three daughters with his wife.

As far as her claiming in past interviews on Howard Stern and on The Off Record show interview with Michael Landsberg; saying Triple H cheated on her while they were still dating and Triple H had an affair with Stephine McMahon be hind her back. It's possible I guess but I can't say for sure with strong conviction that is either true or false. I do find it interesting that on April 17th, 2000 issue of The Wrestling Observer mentions HHH and Chyna broke up.

As well as Sean Waltman tells the story on his Youshoot interview with Sean Oliver that he felt fucked up vibes at that time when he would ride on the road with HHH and Chyna and felt very uncomfortable. And apparently according to him HHH told him that he felt Chyna was crazy. Also the fact that she claims so many bullshit stories like having a meeting with WWE and saying she was so grateful for those days, the same days that she also claims where HHH hit her. Again WTF! Also Chyna never took responsibility for her actions in life and was delusional.

Unlike Sean Waltman who actually changed for the better and acknowledges his wrong doing and bad choices in life. And YES, Sean Waltman best friend HHH helped him out by paying $30,000 for some of his rehab treatment in 2004. And Yes he did drugs and did porn in his life and was still allowed to be inducted in WWE's Hall of Fame ceremony twice; but unfortunately life is not fair and people in power like HHH and Vince McMahon will turn a blind eye for theirs friends. At the end of the day she made a lot of poor choices in her personal life, getting addicted to alcohol and street drugs instead of trying to get another normal job like Shane Douglas working at a target or a Walmart, or like Kane being a mayor in Knox County USA, or Stone Cold having a podcast and being in movies and having a TV show etc.

The wrestling business doesn't do harm to everyone. There are plenty of women who retired from wrestling who lives a good respectable life after their wrestling career. Trish Stratus and Ivory and Lita and Sable, Molly Holly, Kelly Kelly, Maryse etc. So that argument doesn't work either. No body forced her to make those bad choices and unfortunately she died from those choices. I hate that she died nobody deserves that not even someone like Vince McMahon. (For all the drugs and fucked up decisions he made in his personal life and his wrestling career) All am saying is we can't wipe wash a person life to make look good, Her bad choices are just as equal as her good choices and impact. RIP Chyna.

[liedetectoruksblog]

How Lie Detector Tests Work

Lie detector tests, also known as polygraph tests, serve as a fascinating means to gauge the physiological shifts that occur in an individual's body while they respond to a series of queries. The underlying principle hinges on the belief that people manifest distinct physiological alterations when they're being untruthful, encompassing heightened heart rate, elevated blood pressure, and intensified respiration.

In the realm of lie detector test, a trained examiner takes center stage, steering the session with a diverse array of questions, some pertinent to the matter under investigation and others that simply serve as diversions. The examiner's craft lies in juxtaposing the subject's physiological reactions as they field these inquiries, striving to unravel the truth.

To visualize this process, picture yourself in a chair, connected to an assortment of wires and sensors. The examiner starts with a straightforward question, perhaps inquiring about your name. Your response, if truthful, elicits relatively steady physiological readings.

Now, envision the examiner posing a more intricate question, something like, "Have you ever engaged in theft?" If you choose to fabricate a response, your body may inadvertently betray you. Your heart rate could surge, blood pressure might climb, and your breathing pattern may become more pronounced.

The examiner scrutinizes these fluctuations in your physiological responses. If there are conspicuous deviations when you answer a pertinent question, they may infer that you're concealing the truth.

However, it's crucial to acknowledge that lie detector tests are not infallible. A multitude of variables can sway the outcome, encompassing the subject's emotional state, physical well-being, and familiarity with the test.

Let's delve into a scenario where lie detector tests may fall short. Imagine you're entirely innocent, yet you find yourself accused of a crime. Anxiety courses through your veins, and you're understandably on edge about the impending lie detector test. Under these circumstances, your physiological responses may be in overdrive. The examiner, regrettably, might misinterpret these heightened readings as indicators of deception.

Alternatively, it's conceivable that you've gained a deep understanding of the mechanics of lie detector tests, allowing you to exert control over your physiological responses. This level of mastery could enable you to navigate the test successfully, even while conveying false information.

In spite of these limitations, lie detector tests can be valuable tools for investigative purposes. They assist investigators in pinpointing potential suspects and amassing crucial information. Nevertheless, it's imperative to keep in mind that the results of lie detector tests are not absolute and should not be regarded as the sole determinant of guilt or innocence.

[cooltf2facts]

This week, Engineer was accused of a hit and run, however he took a lie detector test which proved he didn’t hit the car in question. Pyro found out who falsely accused Engie of the hit and run, tracked the person down and set their car on fire. Oh, and Soldier’s estranged sister, Virginia, came by for a visit and announced that she’s having a baby. Overall, it has been quite the week.

[p-redux]

From spazz Anons...

Um, I'm not the one that was at the Chargers game and saw Sam with Karina. Soooo, are you accusing the IDENTIFIED person who was at the game AND my friend who talked to her of both being liars. (I have the source's full name and ID and my friend, who I fully trust, is the one who talked to her and sent me the screencaps of their convo but asked that her name be blacked out...so crazies like you wouldn't attack her). I would NOT open up myself for ridicule by posting false info.

As for the person who saw them at the game, why would she ask Sam and Karina for a pic? She's not an Outlander fan. She KNOWS Karina. Didn't you see the part of the convo where she tells my friend she knows Karina from the same gym they both frequent ? 👇

You don't have to believe me, but Sam and Karina being together as a couple at the Chargers game in Los Angeles on August 20th, 2022 is 100% true...and I would swear to it on a lie detector test and a court of law, so help me God. 🙏

[doberbutts]

I'm not that anon that just sent a long ask but in regards to your not loving the "But the evidence!" Stuff... What's the alternative? It fucking sucks that evidence is sometimes just not obtainable, but I just don't know what else people can use to prove if someone is innocent or guilty.

And it makes me mad and upset that people sometimes just don't have evidence to prove something that DID ACTUALLY HAPPEN but on the other hand, we can't just let people go "Well, they assaulted me because I said they did. Now throw them in jail to rot". I don't want to go back to the time where someone will be lynched and killed or jailed for decades because someone falsely accused them of a crime.

Lie detector tests are bullshit garbage, people can always lie or tell others to lie on their behalf, so the best thing we can have is physical evidence or testimony from an unbiased party

At this point I feel like we need some kind of system in place to let victims document things safely. Some way they can take pictures or record videos and then save them somewhere where their abuser cannot access and remove any traces from their phones... I don't actually have a phone so I don't know if that's a thing that can already be done.

TL;DR this whole thing fucking sucks and I wish all abusers a very lay down and die

Basically your TL;DR is my point, honestly. I wish all abusers a very die and I wish all abusers who take advantage of a system intended to protect people from them a very die horribly.

But as far as a serious answer to your question: the problem is that the whole system sucks. Honestly I think a complete tear-down and restructuring of the court system is needed in cases of DV, rape, etc because what's happening is people with good enough lawyers who know all the legal loopholes are exploiting a system that's intended to keep other people safe from them.

Evidence can't be collected or some crimes genuinely it's difficult to even get evidence in the first place unless you have a camera and mic on you literally 24/7. But then we have privacy laws to protect those trying to hide from others who want to hurt them and nothing is ever truly safe or encrypted enough to keep a devoted person with enough computer knowledge out of your personal business. Lie detector tests suck. Legal interpretations of evidence can swing either way. Witness testimony is shakey at best and people can always be bought. Bias will always exist. And people who take advantage of bias will always exist.

I don't have a good answer for a system that would work better. I just think those responding to this case should understand that one of the main reasons DV is so, so hard to get anywhere in court is because of these factors. And when it does go anywhere, it always skews in factor of the court's bias, even if the facts of the case contradict it.

[mcheang]

Ok crazy idea but, what if one day Max makes a lying detector machine ,for some reason, that went ever some one lies a buzzer goes of. So when ever he near Lila the buzzer goes of like crazy

Markov the lie-detector

I claim this as a draft!

Ever since his adventure with Startrain, Max had the idea of making Markov his superhero partner.

First he decided to modify Markov’s screen so he could identify temperatures from a distance.

Then he decided to turn Markov into a mini Baymax. He equipped Markov to identify what was wrong with the body, including the heart rate.

And of course, thinking about heart rate reminds Max of an Avatar episode where Toph uses the heartbeat to identify liars, only really good liars like Azura are able to bypass it.

As such, Max turns Markov into a lie-detector with more common sense. Markov can now double check any statement being made.

But to prevent the liars from suspecting anything, Markov sends the lying signal to Max’s phone in the form of a specific set of vibrations, set to a tune really.

So when Lila starts talking, Max’s phone is going off like mad. He recognizes the rhythm and opens his bag to double check with Markov.

Markov gives Max sad eyes, upset Lila is lying to them.

During lunch, Markov prints the list of how he knows Lila’s statements are false.

1. She displays wrong information about her disabilities

2. Her passport records state she never went to China

3. Prince Ali isn’t hosting a party at the present

4. Ladybug is specific about keeping identities secret. Why let people narrow down suspects to Lila’s friends?

5. Jagged Stone has been allergic to fur since he was a kid, way before Lila was born.

Max is hurt, and feels stupid for believing the napkin lie. He goes to Marinette and apologises for not believing in her.

He offers to help her expose Lila. Marinette wants to accept but admits she agreed to take the high road with Adrien.

Max points out that Lila’s lies are hurting people and if they don’t stop her now, her influence will only grow greater. And once the truth is found out, her pawns will only feel more hurt, making them more susceptible to akumas. They need to correct Lila if they want her to change.

Marinette wants to inform Adrien first. Adrien is agreeable once he realizes the flaws in his plans.

Markov confirms Adrien never meant to hurt his class.

They decide to expose Lila slowly and make a plan. Max boasts about his lie detector to his surrounding friends. He even sets the alarm on audio and lets them test it out.

Lila arrives then and asks what is going on.

Before Kim or Alix or Mylene, etc. can say anything, Max just states they’re playing a game. But enough about that, Max wants to ask how Lila’s planning party with Ali went.

Lila starts talking about it, but Markov immediately goes off. Markov informs everyone that Ali was currently doing something else.

Lila is annoyed before lying that it was for next month. Markov corrects her again.

Lila suggests they could have shifted their dates around. Markov corrects that her phone and laptop signals have never reached anyone in Achu.

Lila protests that that is an invasion of her privacy.

Adrien scoffs. “Like how you invited yourself to my house by lying? Like how you stole Kagami’s phone number?”

Some classmates are trying to break the tension. Maybe Markov was wrong, after all he can’t really be allowed access to that kind of stuff.

Sensing legal territory, Max conceded defeat.

Marinette cheerily asks why not Alya just interview Ladybug next time there is an akuma. She never did check with her before posting that interview.

Alya flushes guiltily at that.

Adrien even suggests to Chloe if Jagged has written a song about her. Chloe is up for humiliating that annoying, goody-goody braggart.

Lila is panicking. What to do? What to do?

Lila tries focusing on her anger but it’s hard to do that when her panic is distracting her.

Maybe it’s a good thing an akuma hasn’t come. Because let’s face it, Ladybug always wins.

When faced with exposure, Lila runs away. It’s what she did when she had feared Adrien would expose her. Imagine her pleasant surprise when he didn’t.

However, Lila’s plans to lie to her mother about the school being overtaken by akumas are thwarted when she is called to the office by the principal, where awaits Mrs Rossi.

Imagine Mrs Rossi’s surprise the previous day at work when the class president asked if she would be willing to educate the class on international diplomacy. After all, Lila had learned so much at Achu.

Mrs Rossi: But I’ve never been to Achu.

Marinette: Then where has Lila been all these months if not with you?

Mrs Rossi: The school had been closed down because of akumas.

Marinette laughs. “I know there have been akumas at our school, but the building has never been shut down because the akumas are stopped within the day. Didn’t you know that?”

Mrs Rossi can’t risk being made a fool of at work. She says nothing.

Marinette continues, “After all, your Daughter is such close friends with Ladybug, I thought you knew more about akumas than most adults.”

Mrs Rossi: My Daughter is what?

Thank you Alya for posting that interview online. Mrs Rossi can see for herself what Lila is telling her class and the whole world.

Mrs Rossi tells Marinette she will think about her request but she must get back to work (aka, research about akumas and discover that the principal had been akumatized for only one night. She is a gullible ignoramus. Mrs Rossi sets up an appointment tomorrow. She wants both parties present so Lila can’t lie and make excuses to them separately.

Lila is finally caught. Mrs Rossi forces her Daughter to confess the truth in front of the whole class.

Lila’s rage and humiliation finally calls an akuma but she is defeated again, and yes it is confirmed she is not Ladybug’s BFF.

Alya apologizes for being a hypocrite. She should have checked her sources and trusted Marinette.

The class keeps quiet about Markov’s new ability to fact check and Lila will just be accused of lying again.

On the bright side for Lila, she is suspended so she doesn’t have to face her class. On the downside, she is grounded and can’t leave the house. Not that she has anywhere to go once her Mother stops giving her allowance and confiscated her cellphone and computer, and her travel card hardly has any money left.

[kitcat992]

Sitting on the edge of my seat, looking forward to your next sneak peek! Venommmmm *maniacal laughter*

GUHHHHhhhhhh I’m so behind on updating.

Here, have a sneak peek. You earned it for waiting.

Identity Crisis  | Chapter 15: Slithered Here From Hell

Tony popped his lips, the sound echoing throughout the office. “No one finds it coincidental that a teleporting magician appeared in the same week?”

Norman smirked. Just a little. Just enough.

“And gone the next,” he regarded Tony evenly. “There were no ties with that incident and OsCorp.”

It was the tone of deceptive innocence that got to Tony, so immaculately perfected that it could fool anyone’s ears, surely pass any lie detector, win over any judge. Tony imagined that had it not been for the hell he’d been through earlier in the year, Norman’s act of virtue might have even instilled some doubt in his accusations.

But there weren’t accusations to have. Not anymore. They knew the truth — Tony knew the truth. The truth was nightmares that woke him up at three a.m. Panic attacks he could barely stave off at the smell of salt water and ocean life. The endless reminders of sleepless nights in his compound’s medical bay, praying relentlessly to a God he didn’t believe in at the bedside of a kid too young to experience the trauma he’d been put through.

He didn’t need to hear the truth directly from the fool’s mouth to feel vindicated.

He just needed to buy the time until he had his proof.

“Hm. So you claim,” Tony said, his voice still calm, still leveled. They could both play the game of bullshitting some professional nonsense. “Just as you claimed that your numerous east-coast research facilities were all up to code and legally abiding. Yet the case of one Max Dillon, circa 2008, might see things differently.”

Norman hadn’t looked away from Tony, not even as his fingers began to dance across the plush leather armrest of his chair.

Tony stared right back into his eyes, refusing to be intimidated.

“Remember him?” Tony flippantly waved a hand, dismissing a response. “Doubtful that you do. He was just another college student, Montclair State University, too desperate for a couple bucks to know what participating in your underpaid studies would do to him.”

Tony leaned in, just an inch, the soft tapping of Norman’s fingers audible in the quiet space between them.

“Amazing how an incident that put a nineteen-year-old boy into a coma brought on by high-voltage electrical shock could just be...tossed out of court like some suburban soccer mom suing their neighbor for leaving Christmas decorations up past New Years.�� His voice grew harder, his need to remain reserved slipping between the cracks where his emotion began to surface. “But you claimed — sorry, let me rephrase that — you ‘claimed’ that your study participants were subjected to the highest level of care and consideration in your faculties. Just as you claim now that you’ve had nothing to do with the Collar City Bridge incident. Or the magician in Times Square. Or the revived, modified Chitarui remains in Brooklyn.”

Tony said nothing for a moment; he wasn’t too sure if it was to add suspense to his lingering words, or to control the growing pit that started to claw its way into his throat. He could feel his lip twitch, the memories all too vivid, too personal. Close enough to his chest that he was sure each hammering beat of his heart kept them alive and present in his mind.

Norman stared at him, face so expressionless it was as if he knew nothing of the pain he’d cause Tony. Or worse, simply didn’t care.

“Among other events I can’t list, of course,” Tony finally added, managing a nonchalant shrug that took more effort than it appeared. “But like I said...security clearance. Not sure if I’d be able to get horses blood out of Egyptian Cotton bedsheets. And I would rather not have to try.”

The false image of calm and collected pervading every fiber of Norman’s persona hadn’t taken a hit. His fingers finally stopped moving across the armrest, his hands settling on the smooth surface of his desk not far from where the mountain glass sat, condensation still leaking onto the wood below it.

“And it would be ill-advised to discuss anything further without a lawyer present,” Norman added. “That is, so long as you continue to throw subpoenas on my desk every other week.”

A full blown grin pulled tightly at Tony’s cheeks, the phony act coming back just as quickly as it left.

“Hey, it’d stop if I got my answers.”

The chuckle that came from Norman was downright unsettling, surprising at the very least. Tony arched an eyebrow high, watching with disturbed interest as Norman picked up the mountain glass from his desk and shook his head, little laughs rattling his chest.

Tony narrowed his eyes, noticing how his muscles tensed at every low chuckle that escaped Norman’s throat. He’d heard a lot of sinister sounds in his life. Somehow, this one felt the worse.

Norman took a sip of scotch, and for a moment, neither of them said anything.

“You know who does have a tie to those incidents you speak of, Stark?” Norman returned his gaze to Tony, openly gesturing the glass in his direction. “Queen’s local Spider-man.”

[vivacia-18]

Y'know, I pass by so many "x character is the (falsely accused!) UA traitor " fics, and even clicked into a few because it hits a sweet angst spot for me. But I can never manage to stay, because I just can't get over the fact that they have a literal lie detector man on speed dial, and that... never seems to be addressed??? Or he's brought in but apparently this isn't enough proof and suspicion is still through the roof??

And I know in theory a truth quirk could be worked around, but a) that's all speculation since it's never brought up yet in canon, and b) that line of thinking never seems to be addressed anyways, and is something the detective and pro's should be used to working around?

I dunno, I guess I'm just thinking it over a lot because I want to give these fics some love SO bad, but dammit my brain just can't handwave that particular detail. I can deus ex certain things, but not that apparently -_-

[imagine-myhero]

Angel (Part 1)

Pairing: Hawks x F!Reader

Summary: Forced to work for All For One, you find yourself in an unexpected situation when the pro hero Hawks comes looking to join the League of Villains.

(Manga Spoilers)

“If you sense even a hint of a lie from this guy, tell me immediately and I’ll incinerate him. No questions asked.” Your dual-textured “coworker” of sorts  says for the upteenth time today from beside you. You sigh at him and try not to roll your eyes, instead focusing on where you’re walking in the nearly pitch-black alleyway.

“Yeah, for the millionth time I know, Dabi. I mean, it’s not like it’s the only reason I’m even here or anything.” You remark sarcastically, mood only souring when you feel yourself step in what you can only hope is a puddle (though it hasn’t rained in weeks). 

“Yeah, yeah.” Dabi says dismissively, “I’m just on edge with this. Can you blame me? He’s a fucking hero.” He spits the last word out like it was poisonous. 

“I know…” You say quietly. It’s not just Dabi that hates heroes, it’s the whole League of Villains of course. Well, minus Spinner to an extent.

And yourself. 

You grew up in a family of good people; people who dedicated their lives to helping others whether through law enforcement, the medical field, or education– you even have a cousin who went around the world building homes and feeding those in need. You admired your brother, Naomasa, most of all. As a detective, he delivered justice to people who committed horrible crimes and never let a single innocent person be wrongly accused. You were so happy when your quirk manifested to be like his; if someone lies to you while you’re touching them, you get a pronounced ringing in your ears like an alarm. You planned to join the force when you got older and be just like him someday. 

Life had… other plans for you. 

When you were 14, you were “recruited” into some group they called the League of Villains. By “recruited”, you mean to say you were kidnapped and they made it look like you were murdered (grotesquely murdered with remains too decayed to be identified) so no one came looking for you.

A man cloaked in a purple gaseous substance-— or perhaps he was gas— and dressed in the classy wardrobe of a high-end bartender introduced himself as Kurogiri. He explained to you how their leader (“master” a boy no older than yourself fitfully corrected the shadowy man) had been gravely injured and that they needed to strengthen their forces while he recovered. You were to help them make powerful allies and sniff out any enemies with your quirk and they would be so kind as to refrain from murdering your entire family in return.

And so here you’ve been, doing the League’s dirty work ever since. You’re 22 now and a trusted member of the League, recruiting members with Dabi or gathering intel on Tartarus with Toga or Twice. Your quirk has developed from using it so often; you no longer need to touch people to hear the ringing if they’re lying, though you’ve told no one about it to keep yourself at an advantage in this den of snakes. You doubt they’d be happy to hear it anyway— it makes it harder for them to control you. 

Dabi’s snort of amusement breaks you out of your thoughts, “Heh. Bird-brain has no idea we have a lie detector in the League. I almost want to tell him before you use your quirk, just to see that panicked look in his eyes. In fact, I think I will…” 

Tonight, you’re going with Dabi to meet with a hero who claims to want to join the League and work as a double-agent. 

You try to mask the hollowness in your voice when you laugh along with him. It’s no surprise he already thinks this will be a bust. Despite his outwardly laidback nature, Dabi is one of the most guarded, cautious people you’ve ever met. He hardly trusts anyone, so he takes you practically everywhere “just to be sure”. You two have gotten pretty close as a result. You don’t understand how anyone as sharp as Dabi can follow Shigaraki, or anyone for that matter. 

“You never know. He might be the real deal.” You reply. You don’t tell Dabi that it doesn’t matter. You certainly don’t tell Dabi that you plan on telling him the hero’s lying about wanting to join the League even when he’s not.

“If he is, I don’t know how he can stand to pretend to be one of those pathetic frauds, and the one in second place even. The way he panders to that bastard in first is disgusting.” He scoffs. 

“He’ll help us take him down if he’s telling the truth.” 

“… I’d rather roast them both.” 

Well, Dabi will get half his wish tonight no matter what. You’ll make sure of that. You suppress the guilt weighing on your heart by telling yourself it’s for the greater good. The League can’t get their hands on a pawn as valuable as a pretend hero. 

It’s not like you want to kill him, but are you supposed to just let him into the League so he could quite literally stab good people in the back? Your family— your brother— would never stand for something like that. Neither will you. You may be forced to work for them, but you aren’t a villain. 

Or… Maybe you are. 

For killing him. Them…so many would-be recruits reduced to ash by your false testimony that they weren’t true. 

You hated yourself each time you lied, each time you heard their agonized screams, each time you smelled the burning flesh. But you couldn’t… you can’t let the League get stronger than it already has. They have plans to do terrible things. They want destruction and chaos and misery. They want everything good in the world to die. 

You were stupid to believe they’d keep your family alive. If they’re not already dead, they will be with this “new world” Shigaraki wants along with his “master”, All For One. 

You’ve done enough to aid them as it is. You recruited these faithful followers of Stain into the League despite the shrill ringing in your ears when Shigaraki convinced them he followed Stain too. You allowed Compress, Muscular, even Moonfish into the League to protect your family. You raised alarms on failed recruits who tried to turn their back on the League when they were just looking for a quick buck and saw what they’d gotten into; the “weak of heart” All For One called them, as he transported them somewhere to be turned horrifically into Nomus. 

You did it all. 

You’ve done enough. 

You can’t stand by any longer. You’ll do everything you can to protect the world of innocents and preserve the truly good in the world, not destroy it all and plunge the world into chaos like Shigaraki wants. By getting rid of this traitor of heroes, you’ll stop the League from having a powerful ally and you’ll stop this fake hero from defiling justice. It’ll be like killing two birds with one stone. 

Finally, you and Dabi step inside the abandoned warehouse at the end of the alleyway. The moonlight reaches you for the first time, spilling into the  windows of the building and brokenly illuminating the room inside with an eerie glow. 

“Kept me waiting long enough.” A voice calls, echoing through the structure’s shell. You don’t see anyone around and you glance at Dabi in confusion, however he looks unfazed as he stares up into the rafters. You follow his gaze and spot him; the abnormally large shadow of a man perched atop one of the beams as he hunches to stare down at you. The moonlight doesn’t quite reach him, but your slowly adjusting sight make out his shadow expanding before your eyes until finally you see the moonlight catch vibrant red feathers. 

Wings. 

It’s Hawks.

He drops to the ground, but it’s almost as if he hovers and instead floats gently down with mesmerizing grace. His wings are fully outstretched on either side of him, gorgeous and intimidating, and his piercing golden eyes glint in the moonlight as he looks between you and Dabi. He looks like an angel. 

But he’s not, you remind yourself. He’s here, fraternizing and making deals with demons. 

No, he’s no angel. 

“You didn’t mention there’d be another.” The man says to Dabi as his grand wings tuck in behind himself. He looks down at you with his eyes of molten gold, looking much like a bird zeroing in on its prey. 

“Got a problem with it?” Dabi retorts, a vexing smirk playing on his lips and his bright blue eyes never leaving the blond man in front of you. The man tilts his head just slightly in response, a gloved hand reaching up to adjust the goggles resting on his collar bones. The angled black points in the inner corner of his eyes make his gaze look sharp as he sizes you up. 

“No problem. Just hoped you’d trusted me a little more.” He responds with the same relaxed expression he always has on TV, scratching at the scruff on his chin. 

“Heh. Trust is the whole reason she’s here, blondie. Time to see if you really are what you say you are.” Dabi answers, hardly suppressing a snicker. Hawks merely stares at him.

“What do you mean?” 

“Her quirk lets her detect lies by touching someone.” Dabi answers, eyes wide and alight with sadistic amusement. You hear the brief ruffling of Hawks’s feathers and his head turns to look at you. His expression is difficult to read, which you’re sure Dabi must be disappointed with. You see his head has tucked down into the wide collar of his coat as if to hide, but it’s far too subtle to tell for sure. 

“Oh?” Is all he hums out, voice steady and airy like it always is. Dabi scowls a little bit, but nods.

“Yep. Only way to be sure you’re telling the truth about wanting to be part of the League. You do still want in, right? Or have you had a sudden change of heart?” Dabi asks mockingly. For the first time, you see a hint of distress on Hawks’s face as his brow furrows just slightly and the muscles in his jaw jump when it tenses for just a moment.

“I want in.” Hawks says firmly, looking Dabi dead in the eye with fierce resolution. 

You hear no ringing. 

You close your eyes and try to hide your disappointment. 

Fuck… Why are you disappointed? You were expecting this. Why does it still hurt? 

Is it because he’s a hero— or supposed to be a hero? You’ve seen so much darkness and evil in the last eight years. It would have been nice to see some good for once. 

It would have been…

Dabi calls your name impatiently. You snap out of your thoughts, trying desperately to hold yourself together as you look at him. He just raises an eyebrow at you and cocks his head at Hawks.

Oh.

Oh, right. 

You still have to touch him. You haven’t used your quirk yet because you haven’t touched him, you remind yourself. Are you trying to blow your only secret or something? 

You step closer to Hawks and hold your hand out to him, palm facing up. Hawk hesitates for a nearly indiscernible moment before bringing his hand up.

“Gloves off.” Dabi snaps before Hawks can lay his hand in yours. Hawks glances sideways at him before looking directly at you, his gaze boring into yours with such intensity. You can’t break his bright topaz stare even as he takes his glove off. He places his hand into yours and you feel the warmth of his skin and the roughness of his callouses. You both take in a deep breath at the same time, bracing yourselves. 

“Hawks, are you dedicated to the League and its cause?” You ask. 

“Yes.” 

You hear a low ringing in your ears and close your eyes to focus. That can’t be. Ringing? It’s wavering and relatively quiet, but it’s there. But he just said he wanted in, and that was true. This doesn’t make sense. Maybe it’s just the empty silence in the room. You ask another question just to be sure. 

“Are you willing to betray the heroes and commit yourself to the League?”

‘Damn it. Why is she dragging this out… ?’ Hawks wonders to himself. He’s caught. Before he can even do anything to help the rest of the heroes, he’s caught. ‘Damn it, damn it, damn it.’

“Yes.” He answers, despite himself. Maybe while you’re alerting Dabi he can get out of there somehow. 

Shrill ringing. So loud it’s painful. You muffle your gasp. 

The next question you ask for the sake of the hope swelling in your chest like a volcano about to erupt. 

“Are you a hero?” 

A hero? That’s so abstract, how is he even supposed to answer that? That’s his job title, sure, but the way you asked it seemed much deeper than that, and it’s definitely not like he feels very heroic right now. No, he feels more like a boy who’s flying too close to the sun. Hawks feels overwhelmingly frustrated with this situation, itching to spring into action and get out of this dangerous situation and confused as hell as to why you’re still asking questions, but at least his answer will probably be true. 

“No.” 

… 

Hawks’s feathers ruffle in anticipation. Dabi’s flames flicker around his wrist. 

“He’s telling the truth.” You announce to Dabi. 

‘What? Wait, what?!’ Hawks stares at you, eyes widened. Dabi grits his teeth and swears under his breath, flames slowly burning out. 

“Tch. Fine, but we’ll see if you’re still so loyal in a week.” Dabi growls, glaring at the man in front of you before turning away towards the door we came through. “Stay close to Endeavor. I’ll be in touch.” 

You follow him as he walks out, but can’t stop yourself from risking a glance back at Hawks. He’s still standing there watching after you. You stare back at him for a moment and turn around, leaving Hawks behind you, alive and well. 

‘Why would you do that?’ Hawks wonders to himself. ‘You could have told Dabi. You should have told Dabi.’ 

You clearly have no loyalty to the League. You’re giving him this chance to ruin them. Hawks realizes then that you’ve tied your fate with his by doing this, and he almost wishes you hadn’t done it. When the truth comes out, and it will, you’ll be in terrible danger. 

He’ll save you, Hawks vows. He will. 

In the darkened alleyway, you follow Dabi back to the hideout. You don’t regret what you did, not one single bit.

“…-’s side he’s really on.” Dabi’s voice slowly fills your ears as you regain your hearing. The memory of the last deafening ring still echoes in your mind as you hum along absentmindedly in agreement to whatever Dabi was saying. 

You think of beautiful red wings and angelic golden eyes, and smile. 

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Hey dude I love your headcanons! Do you have any hcs for people with mind quirks (like shinsou or tsukauchi) and what they have to deal with bc of their quirks?

Excellent question!

- I’ve mentioned it in previous headcanon posts, but telepathic quirks get a great deal more regulation than your average emitter.  True mind-reading is considered a violation of individual privacy so it’s one of the few quirks that even a hero license won’t grant public use.

- Police organizations often skirt the line by hiring some sort of lie detector like Tsukauchi.  They can’t force a confession, but the detectors can reinterview a suspect as many times as they deem necessary.  Some use this authority to gaslight innocents into believing they are guilty, others take brides to alter their official readings.  Upstanders like Tsukauchi use their extra interviews to guide people to better word their account into something more sympathetic to a jury.

- Telepathic quirks and heir ilk often face serious discrimination in the job sector outside of law enforcement.  They fear violations of privacy and/or lawsuits of suspected violations.  Some, however, find under the table work stealing secrets or working as a mental body guard for wealthy private individuals.  There’s also the controversial practice of paying to have one’s memories altered/removed.  These sorts of characters often appear in crime dramas and thrillers as villains or general aids to the antagonists, which furthers the stigma.

- There’s a lot of individual discrimination as well.  Stigma about mind quirks violating privacy and consent can make it difficult to find a partner.  They tend to eep to their own.  Someone like Shinsou probably grew up paranoid that someone should falsely accuse him of using his quirk to hurt them.  Part of his goal in being a hero is to try and shake at least some of that stigma.