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hashtagloveloses · 1 year ago

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The headline is pretty awful but this is one of those things that gets worse as you read it:

The 14-page petition, filed in Shelby County, Tennessee, probate court, alleges that Sean and Leigh Anne Tuohy, who took Oher into their home as a high school student, never adopted him. Instead, less than three months after Oher turned 18 in 2004, the petition says, the couple tricked him into signing a document making them his conservators, which gave them legal authority to make business deals in his name.

"Michael Oher discovered this lie to his chagrin and embarrassment in February of 2023, when he learned that the Conservatorship to which he consented on the basis that doing so would make him a member of the Tuohy family, in fact provided him no familial relationship with the Tuohys."

Oher was a rising high school senior when he signed the conservatorship papers, and he has written that the Tuohys told him that there was essentially no difference between adoption and conservatorship. "They explained to me that it means pretty much the exact same thing as 'adoptive parents,' but that the laws were just written in a way that took my age into account," Oher wrote in his 2011 best-selling memoir "I Beat the Odds."

But there are some important legal distinctions. If Oher had been adopted by the Tuohys, he would have been a legal member of their family, and he would have retained power to handle his own financial affairs. Under the conservatorship, Oher surrendered that authority to the Tuohys, even though he was a legal adult with no known physical or psychological disabilities.

While the [movie] deal allowed the Tuohys to profit from the film, the petition alleges, a separate 2007 contract purportedly signed by Oher appears to "give away" to 20th Century Fox Studios the life rights to his story "without any payment whatsoever." The filing says Oher has no recollection of signing that contract, and even if he did, no one explained its implications to him.

The [movie] deal lists all four Tuohy family members as having the same representative at Creative Artists Agency, the petition says. But Oher's agent, who would receive movie contract and payment notices, is listed as Debra Branan, a close family friend of the Tuohys and the same lawyer who filed the 2004 conservatorship petition, the petition alleges. Branan did not return a call to her law office on Monday.

"Mike's relationship with the Tuohy family started to decline when he discovered that he was portrayed in the movie as unintelligent," Stranch said. "Their relationship continued to deteriorate as he learned that he was the only member of the family not receiving royalty checks from the movie, and it was permanently fractured when he realized he wasn't adopted and a part of the family."

For years, Oher has chafed at how "The Blind Side" depicted him, saying it hurt his football career and clouded how people view him. He has said that based on the film, some NFL decision-makers assumed he was mentally slow or lacked leadership skills.

"People look at me, and they take things away from me because of a movie," Oher told ESPN in 2015. "They don't really see the skills and the kind of player I am."

"Beyond the details of the deal, the politics, and the money behind the book and movie, it was the principle of the choices some people made that cut me the deepest."

#original post #the blind side #michael oher #this is one of the worst things i’ve ever read #this movie always was awful but somehow it got worse

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topguncortez · 4 months ago

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Set Up For Failure - J. Halstead

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompt: "I Warned You"

synopsis: Life with Jay had never been easy, and you knew that being with a police officer wasn't going to be easy. But when a newly released criminal starts repeating the same patterns that got him put behind bars, Jay starts to worry about your safety.

warnings: cursing, robbery gone wrong, attempted murder, mentions of large amounts of blood, crime scenes, pregnancy, kidnapping, mentions of a non-consensual c-section.

word count: 2.9k

Being married to a cop wasn’t easy. Being married to a detective that belonged to Hank Voight’s Intelligence department wasn’t easy either. When you first met Jay, he did everything he possibly could to shield you from the life that he lived. In fact, you didn’t even know his name was Jay until about six months into your relationship. It was by accident that you had figured out his name, who he was and what he did for work.

At first, you were pissed, you didn’t talk to him for about two months, completely cutting him off. How could you be with someone who had lied to you so easily? Who didn’t think you were worthy or trustful enough to tell you what he did every single day? Jay had groveled, showing up at your apartment every day with a bouquet of flowers, begging for you to talk to him. You had got so annoyed that you left a note on the door telling him to take the flowers and donate them to the nursing home. But after the third month of him waiting outside your door, you finally decided to hear him out.

“I have an explanation,” He started. You crossed your arms over your chest, “Everyone who has been close to me ends up getting hurt or worse. I couldn’t let that happen. Not to you. I have been living in this darkness for so long, and you come and. . . you brought the light back,” Jay shook his head, “I was terrified of what would happen if the light went away.”

“No more lying,” You said, pointing at him.

“None, I swear,” Jay said, putting his hands, “Does this mean I am forgiven?”

“This means you are on probation.”

Four years later, you were now Mrs. Halstead, and in your final month of pregnancy. Life with Jay had been everything you dreamed of and more. He was attentive and caring, always calling you on his way home from the station, or texting you if it was going to be a late night. He did everything he possibly could to provide for you, buying a small fixer upper house near Hank’s place. Will had accepted you as his sister-in-law almost instantly, loving to have someone on his side during petty arguments with Jay. The whole squad had basically adopted you as one of their own, even though you didn’t have a single thing to do with the police force. You had been a teacher until you got pregnant, and decided to spend the first year of your baby’s life at home.

"There's been a series of break-ins in the Sunset Hills neighborhood, which has residents on alert. Channel 10 news is-"

The TV had clicked off from behind you, causing you to gasp and look over your shoulder at your husband. You smiled sheepishly before turning back to the pile of baby clothes that you were folding.

“You’re home early,” You said.

“Mhm,” Jay answered, crossing his arms over his chest, “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you know,” You lifted up a pile of folded onesies, “Kid has more clothes than me.” Jay’s eyebrow raised, “And I was just catching up on the local happenings. . . have I told you how much I love you?”

Jay huffed, shaking his head, “I told you to quit reading into that. There’s nothing to worry about.”

You sighed looking down at the pile of clothes, you had been caught yet again. Ever since the first break-in in the neighborhood, you had been on high alert, even though both Jay and Hank assured you that it was nothing to worry about, but you still felt uneasy every time you were in the house alone, which happened to be a lot. Hank told you that the thieves weren’t hurting anyone or going to houses where they knew people were home. The only thing they were guilty of was breaking in and stealing thousands worth in property.

“I have the right to know what’s going on,” You crossed your arms over your chest, “I need to know what is going on in case-“

“Nothing is going to happen,” Jay walked over towards where you sat on the couch and kneeled down in front of you, “Nothing is going to happen to you. We have the best security system money can buy. We are blocks away from the station, uniforms are doing patrols up and down this street, hell, Hank lives right next door,” You chuckled at that. Jay’s large warm hands landed on your belly, gently rubbing over the stretched skin, “You are safe, I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” He placed a kiss on your forehead, “To both of you.” He then placed a kiss on your belly, earning him a kick in response, “Chill out in there, rambo.”

“She gets excited when you’re around,” You smiled, “She can hear you.”

Watching Jay become a father has been your favorite thing in life. From the moment you stood in the door of your shared bedroom, tears running down your face as you told him, you knew he was going to be the best dad ever. The next day he went out and bought as many books as he could on parenting. You had to basically force him to keep his mouth shut from telling the squad, as he wanted to shout from the rooftops he was going to be a dad. Now it was count down mode until his little girl could be in his arms.

— — —

“It’s going to be a late night,” Jay huffed out from the other end. You could hear the faint sound of a radio, and knew he was probably sitting in his patrol truck, Hailey next to him, waiting for some movement or clue.

“This past week have all been late nights,” You sighed, letting the warmth of your bath water seep into your bones. In the past week, it seemed as though your baby was getting ready to make their move to come into this world. Your last appointment your doctor pointed out that your belly had started to drop a bit, which sent Jay into a full on panic. Your back had been killing you, and the only place that seemed to help ease the pain, was the clawfoot bathtub you made Jay put in the bathroom.

“I know, baby,” Jay sighed. He hated the late nights just as much as you did, especially being so close to your due date. He knew that Natalie and Will were right down the street, and would be over in a flash if you ever needed anything, but Jay hated the fact that he couldn’t be right there. His paternity leave wasn’t set to start until after the baby was born.

“Just tell me, you’re going to catch whatever bad guy you are after,” Although you still disliked some aspects of Jay’s job, you loved that he was part of keeping the beautiful city safe.

“Always, baby,” Jay smiled on the other side of the receiver, “I promise I’ll be home as soon as Hank cuts us loose. Tell Rambo she can’t make her appearance tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, “Quit calling her Rambo.”

Jay’s smooth laugh filled the air, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound, “I love you, Y/N. I’ll be home soon.”

You spent probably another half hour, until the bath water had run cold and the candles burnt out before you climbed out of the bath. You grabbed a pair of Jay’s boxers and one of his Chicago PD shirts, which seemed to be all that fit you at this point, and some of the only things that felt comfortable enough to wear. You propped the pillows up behind your back as you climbed into bed. Most nights you would fall asleep in the recliner, sitting up nearly straight felt better than laying in a bed. But for some reason, you felt safer lying in your shared bed than being out in the living room.

Sleep didn’t come easy to you. Being almost 40 weeks pregnant, moving around trying to get comfortable wasn’t something new to you. But it wasn’t the feeling of your daughter kicking your ribs that kept you awake. You couldn’t turn your mind off, every slight howl of the wind or the creek of the old house had you jumping slightly, and looking around your dark bedroom. At some point you had drifted off to a light, fitful sleep, but were awoken by the sound of smashing glass.

You gasped, looking around the room, your hand on your pounding heart. You sat still in your bed, straining your ears to hear if maybe it was Jay. But the sound of a groan, had you climbing out of bed, going straight to the safe in the closet. You punched in the code quickly, grabbing the gun and the magazine that Jay kept in there. You had only ever loaded a gun a handful of times, and prayed that you had done it right, as you grabbed your phone, and locked the bedroom door. You dialed 9-1-1 with shaky hands as you heard footsteps and a male grumbling.

“I’m armed and calling 9-1-1!” You yelled out, hoping to scare off whoever was in your house. The trill of the line seemed to go on forever, until you were met with the sound of a dispatcher.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“I think someone broke into my house,” You said, trying your best to keep your voice steady, “I-I’m Detective Halstead’s wife.”

“Alright Mrs. Halstead,” The operator said, “Can you tell me where you are at?”

“I’m in my bedroom. I locked the door and hid in the closet.”

“Are you armed?”

You looked down at the black gun on the bedroom floor, tears filling your eyes, “Y-Yes. But please hurry, I think-”

The sound of the bedroom door banging opened caused you to gasp. You clamped a hand over your mouth as the footsteps grew closer to you, and prayed to anyone listening that you were going to make it through this.

— — —

Jay felt like he was about ready to fall asleep. The unit had been tasked with trying to find out who was behind a series of break-ins. It wasn’t their normal gig, break-ins were unfortunately common in their district, but the last two break-ins resulted in two homicides. Hank was going to right off the two homicides, saying that they still didn’t catch the eye of the intelligence unit, but the last two crime scenes had similar patterns to a case that Jay had worked several years ago.

“Have you guys settled on a name?” Hailey asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Jay shook his head with a smile, “She’s still set on Ophelia. But I think Sammy is better.”

“Sammy?” Hailey asked, already guessing what Jay’s answer was going to be.

“For Sammy Sosa!”

Hailey shook her head, “Yeah, I agree with Y/N on this one.” Jay scoffed, and the silence stretched back across the cab of the truck, “Why do you think this is a revenge thing?”

“I don’t know if it is a revenge thing, but I have a feeling it is,” Jay sighed, “The pattern just fits. 13 plain home invasions, then two homicides. The writings in blood on the walls of the crime scene? That wasn’t public knowledge.”

“But why would Roger Sterling wait this long? What has it been, six years?”

Jay nodded his head. It was one of his first cases in the intelligence units, and Hank was right when he said the first one sticks with you. Jay thought he had the facts right out in front of him. Roger Sterling checked all of the boxes for the home invader turned murderer, except one. The night of the third homicide, Roger had a solid alibi that was backed by his wife. But not having an alibi for two out of three murders was good enough for the jury to convict, and sent Roger to prison for two years. That was, until the conviction was overturned on the grounds of ‘not enough solid evidence’. Roger was let go, but he held a vengeance for Jay.

“I don’t know,” Jay ran a hand down his face, “I’m guessing he was probably stewing in his anger. He was proven innocent of all the crimes, but that still doesn’t give him a clean bill. He’s probably been angry for years and is now acting out.”

“It just doesn’t make-”

“All Units, All Units, we have an active call for a home invasion and the sound of gun fire.”

Jay cursed, grabbing his radio, “This is 5021 George, what’s the address we’re in route.”

“Address is three-twelve south Cleveland street.”

Jay felt like his heart had stopped in his chest, as his radio fell from his hand. The only sound in his ears was the sound of his blood, roaring in his body. Everything had frozen, his hands began to shake and his vision went black. He couldn’t even hear or feel Hailey shaking him out of his trance, trying to get his attention. It was like Jay’s body moved on autopilot, as he pulled the truck out of park and sped towards his house.

His house.

The house his wife and child were home alone in.

The house where there were gunshots fired.

Jay barely put the truck in park as he arrived on scene, and didn’t even bother to shut the door as he jumped out and ran up the yellow police tape. The bright lights and sounds of sirens were making his head pound as he tried to push his way through to his house. He was brought out of his trance when he felt a hand on his chest, stopping him from approaching. Jay looked down, anger coursing through his bones.

“Let me fucking go,” He sneered at Hank.

“I can’t let you do that,” Hank’s gravelly voice sounded out.

“That’s my wife!”

“And this is a crime scene,” Hank barked back, “My crime scene.” Jay felt like he was going to throw up, as his knees gave out. Hank quickly wrapped an arm around him, helping him down to the curb.

“Is she-”

“She’s alive,” Hank responded, “But barely. They took her straight to Med, I called ahead and told Will to meet her there.”

Jay felt like he could breathe a little bit better, knowing that his baby brother was going to be in charge of his wife’s care. It was as if Jay’s mind went blank, a factory reset as he looked at the members of his unit jump right into working the scene.

“I need to see it,” Jay said, his voice lacking any emotion. Hailey, who stood behind him, gave Hank a look, but the older man knew Jay well enough.

“C’mon,” Hank turned and walked towards the house, Jay hot on his heels. The two of them pushed through the yellow police tape, and Jay felt his heart tick again.

The perfect house that Y/N had spent so much time on, was destroyed. Pieces of glass from the windows littered the floor, pictures on the wall had been skewed, bloody footprints left on the hardwood floors that took Jay way too long to fix up.

Jay clenched his jaw, “Where was she?”

“Perp came in through the back,” Adam explained, pointing to the open back door, “Looted around down here for a little bit, from what we can tell, nothing was taken.” Jay couldn’t even focus on seeing if anything was missing, he was more concerned on how Y/N ended up the victim. “Then he went upstairs,” Adam nodded his head towards the bloody footprints.

Hank then led him up the stairs, where more uniforms stood around taking pictures, and putting numbered yellow place cards on the blood splatters. Normally, the coppery scent of blood didn’t bother Jay, but this had him feeling sick as he approached his bedroom.

“The 9-1-1 call was dialed from in here,” Hank said, “Her phone was found in the closet along with a nine mil.” Jay felt some sense of pride that Y/N knew to get the gun from the safe. He could remember the day he had first brought it home and how much she had protested having a weapon in the house. But Jay promised it would be the only weapon they had and it was going to be under lock and key at all times.

“Did she fire it?” Jay asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hank nodded, “Bullet embedded in the wall.”

“She missed,” Jay shook his head, his blue eyes looking down at the huge blood spot on the bedroom floor. “Is th-that her. . .” Hank nodded his head again. Jay let out a shuddering breath as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was as if time had finally stopped, and Jay came to a sickening realization about the blood on the floor, “The baby. . .” His eyes widened as he looked at Hank, who had a grime expression on his face, “Where is my baby?”

Hank looked at Adam, who stood in the doorway, “We have an amber alert-”

Jay stood up from the bed immediately, but Hank put a hand on his chest, “Get your fucking hand off of me.”

“We found this next to her,” Hank handed Jay a note.

Jay took the yellow piece of notebook paper, which was folded in half and a polaroid picture was in the middle. The picture was of Y/N, and it looked to be taken not that long ago, her round pregnant belly protruding out as she stood in front of the large bay window of the living room. Written in what Jay prayed was red ink were the words:

“I warned you.”

#jay halstead #jay Halstead fan fic #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead x y/n #chicago pd #chicago pd fan fic #chicago pd fan fiction #chicago pd imagine #whumptober 2024

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grimmcheems · 6 months ago

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Piltie Jinx💖🎀

I always thought it’d be interesting to see what would’ve happened if Powder had been left behind or caught at the scene when she triggered Jayce’s lab experiments, when I watched the show like a yr ago that was one of the thoughts that always lingered and I like to think she would’ve been more cut out for Piltover society than the undercity bc she was neglected so much there and I think she’d be more charming to Piltie citizens with her docile nature and intelligence.

No hate to the other characters or Vander but the girl clearly had problems and they all wanted to pretend like they didn’t see it so they could feel better about taking her in and looking after her. She was also weaker and more unexperienced than the rest but they all somehow expected her to pull her own weight in high stress situations.[This unintentionally overlapped with the trailer drop bc I was completely unaware they even released them when I was making this like two weeks ago.]

That’s a whole can of worms that I’d rather not open rn bc then it becomes a whole discussion on her trauma along with poverty and a bunch of other things having to do with the people that were around her. She is given the name Jinny bc they got tired of having to refer to her without a specific name, and becuase she begged Jayce to give her one and he blurted out the first thing he saw lmao.

Anyways. In this the kids and Vi basically leave her at the scene out of fear of getting caught and because they aren’t confident that she could have even survived the blast. They all think she’s dead and Powder experiences memory loss, so law enforcement dumps her on Jayce as a punishment and reminder of how dangerous his lab was and how lucky he is that she’s alive, but along the way Viktor sees her potential in becoming a scientific inventor of some sorts based on the items she had with her when she tried escaping along with the intelligence she displays and he adopts her and takes the load off of Jayce after his probation period form the academy. Her and Jayce have a sibling bond.

I need to draw more of this but her young self experiencing this and growing up in their thriving society and blending into their society. I added makeup on her to show how well she’s managed to integrate into Piltover society and because she indulges in the riches there so much that people even forgot she was originally form the undercity, she pretty much looks and acts like she was born there. The pinkish color she puts around her eyes is her remembering Vi and the purple comes into play later when Viktor’s sickness gets worse.

I originally only drew her as an enforcer bc I got inspired by an edited pin on Pinterest but also wanted her to be an academy student so it’s a bit of an awkward mix but I figured she probably picked up becoming an enforcer as a pastime and way to make money(idk if they make money lmao) bc she can’t rely on Viktor and Jayce to provide for her forever, and because Grayson sort of inspired her a bit (though she is subconsciously reminded of Vi when she’s around Grayson). She also has a funny dynamic with Marcus, with him already being a double crossing loser he tries to be this cool older guy around her and miserably fails every time but only because she’s still young and carefree and because he basically kept it under wraps that she was alive the whole time after finding out that she was Vander’s adoptive daughter. So I guess you could say he just has a fatherly instinct towards her but who knows.

Might draw more of this later and have better details but for now this is it oop.

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vindicated-truth · 28 days ago

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“You want me to do what?”

The sigh the other man lets out sounds unfairly put upon. “Look, Prosecutor Kwon, everyone else has already blocked their calendars for this. It’s imperative that Joowon-ah himself has to come. After all, this is a surprise for him.”

Hyeok stares. “So you want me to make sure that on that day, no major crime will occur so that Joowon-ah’s schedule will actually be free. Or even if said crime will happen, I am to make sure he doesn’t find out so he won’t be distracted?”

“Well—yes. Basically.”

“Lee Dongsik-ssi, are you asking me to do magic?” Hyeok throws his hands in the air. “Do you have any idea how stubborn that kid is?”

The insufferable man has the audacity to grin at him. “I do, actually. It’s one of his terribly attractive qualities.”

Hyeok shudders. “You’re the one sleeping with the man, you be responsible for him.”

Dongsik, to his credit, is unfazed. “You’re the one who raised him.”

Hyeok heaves an outraged breath and opens his mouth.

Dongsik arches an eyebrow at him.

Hyeok clamps his mouth shut and deflates. “Only for about ten years, more or less,” he grumbles under his breath.

From his seat in front of Hyeok’s office desk, Dongsik crosses his legs as his grin turns foxy. “Which does mean you are at least part of the reason why that stubborn kid has turned out the way he is.”

Hyeok glares at him. “And why are you assigning this responsibility to me? Why won’t you do it?”

Dongsik casually shrugs as he leans back with his hands behind his head. “I’m under probation. Can’t risk any run-in with the law, you see.”

The sting of guilt that awashes Hyeok is quickly tampered down as he realizes the implication. “But I’m allowed to circumvent the law just to control a wayward police officer?”

Dongsik smirks at him. “You’ve been doing it for more than ten years. Isn't that why you became a lawyer?”

Hyeok is aghast, not even bothering to dignify that with a retort. “Dear god you two are made for each other,” he instead mutters in disgust, and Dongsik actually preens.

The sound of a sickeningly bright Kpop song pierces the office, and both men’s attention are arrested by the phone lighting up and vibrating in the pocket of Dongsik’s jeans.

The man instantly brightens, and Hyeok swears Lee Dongsik suddenly looks ten years younger. “Speaking of the handsome little devil himself,” Dongsik says happily as he swipes on his phone to answer. “Yes, jagiya?”

‘Jagiya’? Hyeok mouths as Dongsik stands up to move into a corner of Hyeok’s office, talking on his phone in hushed tones like a giddy teenager, and the realization dawns upon Hyeok in absolute horror.

Did Lee Dongsik just assign ‘Super Shy’ by New Jeans as the ringtone for Han Joowon?

The disturbingly smitten man finishes the call with a soft little smile and actually clutches the phone to his chest for a moment before turning to Hyeok, who startles at being caught staring.

“You’ll be there on that date too of course, Prosecutor Kwon,” Dongsik suddenly declares as if it’s a guarantee.

Hyeok folds his arms across his chest. “I have a court hearing on that date.”

“No you don’t!” Dongsik counters brightly.

Hyeok furrows his brows. “Yes, I do.”

“No.” Dongsik bestows upon him a beatific, non-negotiable smile. “You don’t.”

Hyeok internally debates on standing his ground before he sighs, dropping his arms to his sides in defeat. “Why does it matter so much to you that I’ll be there? I get that you’re invested in him—” for whatever crazy reason that only a lunatic like you will ever have “—but why are you so invested in me?”

The way Dongsik’s playful demeanor suddenly sobers into an introspective one unsettles Hyeok. Slowly, Dongsik approaches Hyeok once more, and Hyeok instantly recognizes that look.

In court, it means that the witness is about to drop a revelation that will completely overturn the case—and forever change the course of justice.

Here, now, it is Lee Dongsik who approaches the witness stand of which Kwon Hyeok is the presiding judge.

“I lost my sister, Prosecutor Kwon. And it’s a pain I will never wish even upon my worst enemy.”

Dongsik stops right in front of him, Hyeok’s office desk being the only barrier between them.

“And that’s why for as long as I draw breath, I will never let Joowon feel the pain of losing his brother.”

Hyeok stills. He can’t breathe.

Dongsik holds his gaze for a long moment before his eyes visibly soften, crinkling at the corners. He drops into a ninety-degree bow, in which Hyeok is too shell-shocked to return, before he straightens, gives Hyeok one final smile, and turns to leave.

“You love him.”

Dongsik halts his steps.

The need for air makes Hyeok sharply inhale, and he finds his feet moving before he’s even aware of it as he strides across the room to stand in front of Dongsik.

“Does he know?”

Desperately, Hyeok searches the other man’s eyes.

Calmly, Dongsik meets his.

And this, too, is something Hyeok recognizes far too often in court.

“Lee Dongsik,” Hyeok whispers, “does Han Joowon know?”

It’s the eerie tranquility of a defendant awaiting his final sentence.

“I can only hope that I will continue to be granted the privilege of staying by his side for the rest of my life,” Dongsik softly confesses, “to make sure that he will never doubt it.”

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Missing scene from circles.

Also posted at AO3

#beyond evil #괴물 #my fic #kwon hyeok #lee dongsik #han joowon #jwds #주원동식

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storiesofsvu · 7 months ago

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Twice

Aaron Hotchner x fem reader Warnings: language, smut, semi public smut, teasing, slight begging, oral. Is a follow up to 'Once' ft prosecutor!Aaron, but this could still be read as a standalone!

You knew exactly who was knocking on your office door, you were expecting it, you’d been waiting for it all day and part of you couldn’t wait to see how everything played out. You called out for them to come in, unsurprised when Aaron Hotchner walked in the door, swinging it shut behind him.

“Suppose you’re here to talk deals?” You asked casually as you stood from your desk, crossing to one of the bookshelves, beginning to flip through law journals.

“Came to see if I could interest you in my dazzling personality.” He replied and you nearly snorted, standing upright and turning to face him.

“Sure.” You chuckled, opening the book in your hand and beginning to thumb through it, “what’ve you got for me?”

He let out a soft sigh, dropping his briefcase into a spare chair as your eyes continued to flick through the journal, “how about murder two, fifteen years open to probation?”

You scoffed, barely looking up from the book, “oh come on, I was gunning for man two. House arrest, anger management, public apology, you already know this.”

“I do, but I was hoping to bargain with you.” Hotch huffed, a small grin on his lips.

“Alright. So bargain.” You flipped to yet another page of the book, now leaning against the edge of your desk in front of him.

“Man one, voluntary anger management and therapy. Two five years sentences served consecutively, out early for good behaviour if possible.”

“That’s the best you’ve got?” You finally glanced at him over the edge of the book, your eyebrow raised in his direction.

“I’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to.” He held his hands up in surrender as he slowly got down onto his knees and you finally dropped the journal down to your desk, a smirk taking over your lips.

“Well…” you shifted a pile of paperwork to the side, leaning back against the desk “if you’re going to be down there already, I can think of something that might sway my decision.”

“Oh really?” He raised a brow in your direction and you hooked your heel behind his shoulder, pulling him closer.

“Nothing comes for free Hotchner, you know this.” Your hands slid under your skirt, fingertips looping around the waistband of your panties and you pulled them down your legs. Neatly bunching them up you opened the lapel of his jacket, tucking them into the inside pocket, “so get to work.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Aaron’s eye’s darkened as his hands slid up your legs, quickly bunching your skirt up around your waist, his hands circling your hips to hoist you up onto the edge of your desk. It only took a second for him to lean in, pressing messy kisses to your inner thighs, alternating between softly sucking at your skin and biting into it. One of your hands threaded into his hair, urging him to where you wanted the most and he let out a low growl, nipping at your thigh again before blowing a cool stream of air onto your cunt and your breath caught in your throat.

“Don’t be a tease…” you muttered and he laughed softly.

Leaning in closer Aaron finally got his mouth on you, tongue swiping through your folds unbelievably slow so he could really taste you. He let out a soft groan, savouring the intoxicating sweetness as his lips wrapped around your lower ones, tongue delving into your pussy. A breathy gasp escaped your lips, your free hand clutching at the desk as tingles began to shoot through your entire body. Aaron eagerly lapped at your cunt as he buried his face between your legs, never wanting to forget your taste. His nose nudged against your clit and you moaned, the hand on the back of his head pushing him deeper into the apex of your legs.

“Fuck…” your eyes scrunched shut, “oh god that’s good Hotch.”

He moaned in response, the vibrations waving through you as his hands clenched down on your inner thighs, spreading your legs even further open for him. Aaron’s tongue dipped into your entrance, swirling around, licking up as much of your wetness as he could, smearing it around his mouth before his lips moved up, wrapping around your clit. You let out a gasp as he sucked it into his mouth, your hips rocking up off the desk to meet him and you could feel his lips curving up into a smirk.

“Do that again.” You murmured, a louder moan escaping your lips when he did exactly what you wanted, this time longer, tongue flicking against your pulsing nub.

Aaron dragged his tongue over it impossibly slow, pressing against it, urging you to grind your clit onto him. His mouth open, tongue moving back and forth over the nub he was free to glance up at you, feeling himself twitch in his pants at the sight. Your skirt shoved up around your waist, back arched as you nearly panted with each of his ministrations, your chest threatening to burst a button on your shirt and your head thrown back as pleasure built higher and higher in your center.

“Please…” You whined, the hand on his head pushing him closer to your pussy and he practically growled, his mouth wrapping around your lower lips again as his tongue sunk back into you. “Oh god, yes!”

Your pussy fluttered around nothing, aching for more as Aaron continued to eat you, his nose bumping your clit again, pulling another groan from you. There was no doubt he knew what he was doing, mouth moving with precision, his fingertips digging into the fleshy parts of your thighs. You whimpered as your clit throbbed, your hips rocking up off the desk towards him and you tugged on his hair, attempting to move his mouth back to your clit. This time he chuckled, his mouth leaving you all together to nip at your thigh and you let out an impatient whine.

“Please!”

His tongue flicked over your clit and your body trembled, “you want that?” He husked, repeating the motion and your leg wrapped around his shoulder again, pulling him into you.

“Yes! Fuck, please Hotch.”

A grin on his lips he leant in once more, lips wrapping around your clit, tongue tracing varying patterns across the sensitive bundle of nerves. First there were circles, increasing pressure with each pass of his tongue and the moment you thought you knew what was coming next he’d change it completely, his mouth moving back and forth barely tickling you before pressing as hard as he could. You could feel the coil tightening inside you, thighs shivering around his head.

“More…” you groaned, your hips opening even wider, shifting on the desk as your body fell back further, giving him better access to your cunt. He sucked harder, groaning into you and you whined once again, “please! More…”

“Thought you were a woman of words.” He mumbled from between your legs, flicking the tip of his tongue against you and you huffed out a heavy breath before he pulled another moan from you, “what’d you want sweet girl?”

“Use your fingers.” You moaned, “god Hotch please!”

“That’s better.” He teased, a hand coming up to join his mouth at your pussy.

He didn’t need to wait, your wetness smeared between your thighs and across his chin already, pussy pulsing in need. Two thick fingers slid in with no hesitation and you gasped, you head dropping back with a moan as he began to pump them in and out of you.

“Oh fuck, yes, just like that.” Your hand clenched into his hair hard enough there was no way he could move his mouth off you while his fingers picked up the pace.

A twirl of his wrist and his fingers scissored and twisted, feeling every inch of you that he could before he curled them, waiting until he heard the telltale moan falling from your lips. He was entirely consumed by your cunt, juices dripping down his wrist, your scent and taste like a drug, urging him to move faster, harder, the way your pussy throbbed around his digits enough to drive him absolutely wild.

“Don’t stop!” You suddenly cried out, your walls trembling around his fingers as your nails scratched at his scalp, “oh fuck, please don’t stop!”

Aaron’s tongue flicked over your clit, again and again, each time bringing a breathy moan from you, his fingers curled inside you, pressing against your g spot and your body surged forward. His hand stilled, fingers brushing back and forth over the sensitive spot, pressing harder and harder as he sucked on your clit and a second later you were clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans as your orgasm raced through your body. The heel of your shoe dug into Aaron’s back as your thighs shook around him, your pussy absolutely drenched, clenching down so tight around his fingers he could barely thrust them out of you anymore.

With one last lick of his tongue, he pulled his mouth of your clit, slowing his fingers as your body began to relax above him. You let out a satisfied groan, your hand finally relaxing in his hair, fingertips gently scratching at his scalp in a form of thank you. He nipped at your thigh once again before pulling his fingers out of your cunt and shifting to stand between your legs. Wordlessly he lifted his fingers up to your mouth and without dropping his gaze your lips wrapped around them, letting out a small moan as you sucked them clean. He pulled them from your lips with a lewd pop, before he leant toward you and he found his lips met with the tip of your finger as you pushed him away.

“None of that.”

“I take it the answer to a post work drink will be no?” He mused and you nearly rolled your eyes as you shifted off the desk, fixing your skirt.

“Of course.” You picked up a water bottle, taking a swig of it as you surveyed the man in front of you, “you know… I was already going to take the deal, there was no need to beg.”

“I know.” His lips twitched up into a smirk as he scooped up his briefcase, “funny how it turned out you were the one begging though.”

Hotch shot you a devilish wink, the cocky smirk plastered on his face as he turned, sweeping through the doorway to leave you slightly baffled in your office.

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five-thousand-loaves-of-bread · 6 months ago

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not know how share instagram post on tumblr n not feel great about repost someone else work (a Black autistic woman at that) while get notes for self so please check out n interact with @/ nigh.functioning.autism & original post if can (linked)

[id: screenshot from nigh.functioning.autism on instagram. their image is screenshot of her facebook post. read “Creating this video is making me physically sick. There are so many Autistic kids going to jail straight from school.

Look up Marquis Baccus, Jadon Ringland, John Benjamin Haygood and others. All of these kids were experiencing dysregulation or scripting. All in the Southern United States. All felonies. All ages, from elementary school through high school. WTF” end id.]

their caption to this post:

My next video has been pushed up by a current event: special education to prison pipeline. A Florida 17 yr old will now be serving a full ass 5 years of hard time for a meltdown in school. He will then have a whopping 15 years probation. So basically 20 years because probation provides a high likelihood of getting sent back.

This irks me so much for two reasons: I am taught, as a paraeducator, to never do what his did and that was threaten to or snatch away an electronic device from a kid. These are seen by ALL people, including kids, that our devices are felt like extensions of ourselves. I was specifically taught in our mandatory training that this is provoking the very thing that happened. So, in my view, it's the paras fault. She didn't deserve the injuries but this is definitely the school not meeting the needs of the student.

Second, I had another Black Autistic Nonspeaking friend who also went to jail from having a meltdown in high school. He was put there for a year without his AAC device and no communication accommodations at all. He had to be in a system with murderers and other violent people. His crime was considered a violent assault so that's why. But, a meltdown is NOT the same as a violent offender or murderer.

Then, police don't have to follow an IEP or restraint laws and educators can't save a kid after they get the cops involved. And nobody can save them once they're in the criminal system.

So, I am not going to wait as long as I planned to do this video. I don't see enough people talking about students of all races being Disabled and dysregulated forced into the criminal system. It's not a rarity whatsoever. And parents of Disabled kids aren't taking it seriously enough, especially if they are not Black. Y'all kids can have a bad day that ruins their lives too. Maybe all of y'all should be fighting against police violence along with the rest of us instead of pretending it's just a BLM thing.

again. if you can please check out their instagram & interact with original post if you interact with this (tumblr) post

#there some stuff not on this post she say that am not agree with but not change how this one important #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #nonspeaking #special education #antiblackness #racism #racism tw #antiblackness tw #ableism tw #loaf screm

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Not a req, but, I’m a writer myself and I want to write a fic where Stu is the only survivor and is being haunted by Billy’s ghost. But my one problem is I have NO IDEA how to make it so he doesn’t go to prison! Or, you know, the looney bin. Any Ideas? 😊🙏

Hmmmm….. I will give you some suggestions! 😁😁

1. Framing Billy as the Sole Mastermind

Stu could spin a story where Billy manipulated him into participating, emphasizing his own gullibility and fear of Billy. He could claim he only went along with the murders because Billy coerced or threatened him.

2. Wealth and Influence

Stu’s family could use their wealth and connections to hire the best lawyers and manipulate the narrative. They might argue that Stu was mentally unstable and manipulated, persuading the court to send him to therapy or probation instead of prison. A corrupt police officer or judge could be paid off to make evidence disappear or lessen his charges. Maybe they do it without Stu’s entire permission, holding their reputation higher than their son.

3. Insanity Defense

Stu could plead insanity, claiming he was suffering from a psychotic break or was under Billy’s psychological control. This might get him sent to a psychiatric hospital instead of prison, where he could be released later.

4. Lack of Evidence

Billy’s death could destroy key evidence implicating Stu, such as a confession, alibis, or physical evidence linking him directly to the murders. If Stu is smart, he might tamper with evidence before law enforcement arrives??

5. Sympathy from Sidney or Gale?

Sidney could feel conflicted about blaming Stu if they believe he was just a pawn in Billy’s plan. If Gale sees a story in portraying Stu as a victim, she could inadvertently help his case.

Alternatively, Sidney might refuse to testify against him if she’s unsure of his full culpability.

6. Small Town Politics

Woodsboro could be desperate to move on from the tragedy and might sweep Stu’s involvement under the rug to avoid further scandal.

The town might not want to admit that two of its teens masterminded such a horrific event, leading to a softer punishment or a cover-up.

7. False Amnesia

Stu could fake amnesia, claiming he has no memory of the events and positioning himself as just another victim of Billy’s rampage. If no solid evidence ties him to the murders, he could walk away with minimal consequences.

8. Turn it around on Sidney

He could mention how she was wrong about Cotton Weary too, or her trauma, etc.

#thank you for the ask!#hope this helps #stuilly #stu macher #scream #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy x stu #send asks #anon ask #ask #send reqs #reqs open

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Royal Pain Part 19

Hey, guys. Sorry it took so long to get this out. The chapter was fighting me and I have had the absolutely worst week. However in slightly happier news, my partner got a new job and that means I should be able to quit mine and go back to writing full time. I'll let you know more when I do, but it's looking more and more likely.

I realized it had been a while since we had an Eddie centric chapter and decided this would be the one. And I left it on a cliffhanger again. But don't worry next chapter will see more than one villain vanquished.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18

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Eddie was seething. He hadn’t been this mad since he learned Max was moving to New York. Actually. No. He was madder then that. He was pissed.

Gareth grimaced. “They won’t do anything?”

“No,” Eddie growled. “Because he technically hasn’t violated the protection order, according to them.”

“If he can’t get with in five hundred feet,” Brian said, “then how did he find out about Steve.”

Eddie threw up his arms into the air. “That’s what I asked.”

“I’m betting,” Mandy said, “that they didn’t have a good answer?”

“Apparently since Seth showed up at Hopper’s,” Eddie snarled, “and not Steve’s shop, that he was just going around to all the tattoo parlors and threatening everyone.”

Jeff rolled his eyes. “I bet they didn’t even check with other tattoo shops and just made that shit up.”

“I even talked to Officer Callahan who was in charge of the original case file because he’s not supposed to be out of jail yet,” Eddie said, beginning to pace. “He never went.”

“What?!” came the shocked cry of outrage from everyone.

“Yeah,” Eddie continued. “Apparently he made a deal with the DA and they didn’t tell me. He got two years probation.”

“That’s bullshit!” Mandy hissed. “He was going to kill you.”

“Criminal mischief,” Eddie said. “Domestic abuse down to criminal mischief. $300 fine, two year probation, and forced to take a class about how not to be a violent offender.”

“It’s because you’re a man, isn’t it?” Gareth asked, licking his lips slowly. “These fuckers don’t think a man can be abused.”

Eddie pursed his lips into a line and nodded.

“Hop’s calling in a couple of favors to keep Steve safe,” he said. “But that does jack shit about me. And this isn’t me calling out that shit. That’s Hop’s prerogative but he’s my dumb ass ex, who’s protecting me?”

“We are,” Jeff said. “You don’t go anywhere without one of us. Garth, since you’re the only one without a roommate at the moment, Eddie’s going to stay with you. Brian, talk to Cecil, he’s studying law. See what he can recommend.”

Gareth and Brian both nodded.

Eddie buried his head into his hands. “This is such bullshit.”

Mandy came up and gave him a hug. “We’ll get through this. We did before and we will again. And this time we have more people that would be willing to help. Steve, Robin, Chrissy, hell the whole of the Royal Pain would throw hands for you.”

Eddie chuckled. He knew that too. “Well, maybe not Erica.”

Brian snorted. “That girl would sell her own mother for a cookie.”

“Not even a Girl Scout cookie,” Jeff agreed. “That girl is bound for world domination.”

“No doubt.”

“You tell me right now,” Wayne said when Eddie had called that night, “do you need me up there? Because work be damned, boy, I’ll be up there in two shakes of lamb’s tail.”

Eddie chewed on his nail. He felt like that little boy all over again. Being given the choice between being with his uncle or being put in a foster home. He didn’t want to be a bother to anyone, but he knew. He knew that Wayne was someone that wouldn’t care. That he could be as big a bother as he wanted, he would still be loved.

He let out a shuddering breath and like that little boy all those years ago said, “Yes. Please.”

“I’ve got some vacation time coming,” Wayne said as if he didn’t have weeks and weeks of it stored up because he was never sick a day in his life. “I cane be up there for as long as you need me, you hear?”

“I’m staying with Gareth for the time being,” Eddie said solemnly, “because Jeff is worried that Seth will follow me home.”

“Smart man, your Jeff,�� Wayne agreed. “I have a friend in Indy I can crash on the sofa of for a couple of days until I can find something a little more permanent.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Let me know when you get into town and we’ll meet up for lunch.”

“You can finally take me to that pizza place you’ve been going on about for months.”

Eddie laughed, a knot loosening in his chest. “You’ve got it, old man.”

A few days later Steve was waiting for the pizza he had ordered for the shop, playing silly games on his phone when the bell announced new arrivals. He looked up instinctively and grinned.

He waved. “Eddie!”

Eddie lit up with a big smile. “Stevie?” He hopped over, an older man following a little slower behind.

“Hey!” Steve greeted. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Eddie’s smile turned into a grin. “DiMaggio’s is the best pizza place in Indy, not coming here is a crime.”

“If it’s not it certainly should be,” Steve agreed with his own answering grin.

“Steve,” Eddie said, “this is my uncle, Wayne. He’s staying in town for a few days.”

Steve’s mood was dampened a bit, knowing why he was in town. “Nice to meet you. I was planning a trip back down Hawkins at the end of the summer so that Eddie could introduce us, sorry we had meet under lesser than ideal circumstances.”

Wayne blinked at him for a moment before turning to Eddie. “This one is a keeper.”

Eddie blushed, shoving his hair in front of his face, ducking his head to hide his embarrassment.

Steve just smiled fondly at him. “I think that’s up to him.”

Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. “I like him.”

That surprised a laugh out of Eddie causing him to drop the hair. “Me too.”

“Let me just go order our pizzas,” Eddie murmured and darted for the front counter.

“He’s cute,” Steve said, waving his hand to the chair in front of him for Wayne to sit.

Wayne took the seat and smiled. “He certainly is. I’m glad the world didn’t beat the silliness out of him.”

“Me too,” Steve agreed. “I love how earnest and outgoing he is.”

Wayne hummed. “He tell what was going on?”

Steve nodded. “I’m afraid it’s my fault. Seth came after me at a friend’s shop, tried to threaten me into leaving Eddie alone.”

“I don’t think being threatened is the fault of the victim,” he said, his voice a deep comforting rumble.

Steve blushed. “That’s what Jeff and Robin said.”

“Jeff I know,” Wayne said, “Robin I don’t, but it sounds to me like they both have their heads on straight and you should be listening to them and not that voice in the back of your head.” He tapped Steve forehead for emphasis.

The bell above the door rang again and Mike and Will walked in. Steve raised a eyebrow when he spotted them.

“DiMaggio’s is certainly hopping for a random Thursday,” he commented dryly to Will when he lead a slightly reluctant Mike over to their table. Eddie arrived at the table just moments later and there are hugs and greetings all around.

“You caused quite a stir at the latest family dinner,” Will said with a huge grin to Steve.

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, how did that happen?”

“Jonathan is back on Mom’s couch,” he said with a smirk.

Steve reared his head back. “And how did that involve me?”

“Argyle kicked him out of the apartment because him and Nancy lied to him about who’s fault your and her relationship ended.”

“Nancy is furious at them both,” Mike said with a half shrug. “I’m not sure their relationship is going to survive that little revelation.”

Steve winced. “Yeah...that’s on them though. How was I to know that Jonathan hadn’t been honest to Argyle about that.”

Eddie bumped his shoulder. “You weren’t.”

“Oh we are totally on your side,” Will said.

Mike nodded. “Yeah, man. It was straight up bullshit all the lying they did.”

“Mom’s pissed because she really liked you,” Will continued, “and believed Jonathan about how things went down. Like of course she did. He’s her son, but she should have tried to get your side of it.”

“Those eight years are totally on her,” Steve said, holding his hands up in surrender. “You’ve been trying to tell her for years to at least talk to me about it.”

Will and Mike nodded.

Mike chewed on his lip as he played with the loose string on the hem of his t-shirt. “Is it bad I hope Nancy and Jonathan break up?”

The table got silence for a moment.

Wayne lifted his chin. “Why’s that, son?”

“Because I don’t think she wants a relationship. I think she was only with Jonathan and Steve,” he said waving at him with his left hand, “is because that’s what you’re ‘supposed’ to do.”

“Steve!” the counter called.

Steve got up to get his pizza order, he stopped back at the table. “I don’t think it’s a bad you want your sister to learn how to be herself without a partner. I think it shows that you’re more mature then she is. You’re a good man, Mike.”

He clapped Mike’s shoulder and then waved goodbye to everyone. He pulled out his keys and walked out to his car, flipping the key ring around as he thought.

He never intended this to happen when he saw his ex at the grocery store, but honestly? Maybe it was a good thing to get all those wounds brought to light so that they could heal properly.

For all their sakes.

Steve was ready for the weekend. His week had been a literal hell. But Eddie had promised that he would have fun. The band had been practicing a couple of new songs and were debuting them Saturday night.

He sat at the curve of the table, sandwiched between Robin, who wouldn’t care, only to tease him mercilessly later, and Mandy who got it, how fucking sexy Eddie and the band was when they were on stage.

Steve wished he could say he was better prepared every time Eddie got on stage, but every week Eddie went out of his way to drive Steve absolutely wild.

“He does this on purpose doesn’t he?” Steve asked after a particularly hot number where Eddie fell to his knees grinding on his guitar.

Mandy laughed. “I would like to put you out of your misery and say yes, but no. When Eddie gets on stage he loses all connection to the audience and just rocks out. His fans love it.”

Steve looked around the dingy bar and had to agree. They were just as turned on as he was. He shifted uncomfortably in his jeans, clearing his throat. “If we...” he cleared his throat again. “I mean if Eddie were to–if we were–”

Mandy took pity on him. “If you two were going out would the fans tear you to pieces for touching what they can’t?”

Steve bit his lip and nodded, looking at his hands that were twisted in lap.

She gave his knee a squeeze. “I honestly don’t know what the fans would do. But Eddie wouldn’t give a damn what they think. He’s been booed before for a song that they didn’t think was metal enough and he didn’t let that stop him. Not once.”

Steve let out a breath. It was always something that worried him. He knew he went against the grain in everything he did, but he didn’t want that with Eddie. He didn’t want to be with Eddie just because it went against the norm of what was expected of either of them.

They arrived at the club and already Robin was on the dance floor. She loved dancing and soon Mandy, Chrissy, Jeff, and Brian were out there with her. Gareth, Eddie, and Steve watched in amusement as their friends let loose on the dance floor, living it up under the rainbow lights and the thumping beat of the music.

Steve turned around and Eddie wasn’t there.

“You seen Eddie?” he shouted at Gareth.

Gareth shot up and looked around. “Shit.”

Somehow during their watching of their friends cutting it up, Eddie had slipped away.

“You check out back to see if he’s gone for a smoke,” Steve said.

Gareth nodded.

“I’m going to check the bar.”

Gareth nodded again.

Across the crowded room, a man in a tailored white suit grinned as he moved to the back of the club where the restrooms were, eyes glittering with want and rage as he scented his prey.

***

Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Epilogue

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Chris Stein at The Guardian:

Brandon Fellows, who broke into the US Capitol on January 6 and smoked marijuana in a senator’s office, stood outside the Washington DC jail where he spent part of his three years’ sentence behind bars, thinking about how Donald Trump might soon help him get his life back on track.

Having served his prison sentence after being found guilty on a slew of federal charges, the 30-year-old is today on probation under terms that have prevented him from leaving the capital region to start a chimney maintenance business in New Jersey. But with Trump returning to the White House on 20 January, Fellows expects his circumstances to change dramatically. “I’m just going to wait till after the election, make sure I don’t have to partake in a real insurrection if Trump loses, and … then I’ll decide what I’m doing after,” he said about his thinking before November’s presidential election. Now that Trump has won, Fellows is counting on the president-elect to pardon him and other January 6 defendants. “With Trump in office, yeah, I’m starting to plan and [rebuild] my life again,” Fellows said. As soon as he is back in power, Trump has vowed, he will pardon people prosecuted over the assault on the US Capitol that took place four years ago on Monday. Carried out by a mob of Trump’s supporters after he had addressed them outside the White House, the attack brought political violence into the halls of Congress and has been linked to nine deaths among police and rioters.

“We’re going to look at each individual case, and we’re going to do it very quickly, and it’s going to start in the first hour that I get into office,” Trump told Time magazine in an interview after winning re-election. “A vast majority should not be in jail, and they’ve suffered gravely.” The pardons would mark the end of a four-year campaign by Joe Biden and his attorney general, Merrick Garland, to hold to account the thousands of rioters who overran police lines and sent lawmakers fleeing the Capitol on the day they convened in 2021 to certify the Democrat’s election victory. The justice department has charged more than 1,500 people with offenses related to the attack in the years since, nearly 600 of whom have faced felony charges of assaulting or impeding law enforcement.

But Trump’s jailed followers are counting the days until they receive the absolution Trump has promised. For more than two years, relatives of those charged in the attack and supporters of the former president have gathered on a sidewalk outside Washington DC’s jail for a nightly vigil called “Freedom Corner”, where January 6 is viewed not as an attack on democracy, but a catalyst for unfair government repression. Trump is now expected to turn the latter narrative into policy as soon as he gets into office. Last Thursday, a handful of activists, watched by no fewer than a half-dozen police cruisers, arrived for the vigil on a frigid night and listened over a portable sound system as January 6 defendants inside the jail and elsewhere called in to express their confidence that Trump would soon end their saga.

The domestic terrorists convicted for their roles in the Trump-incited January 6th Insurrection 4 years ago are set to be pardoned by the chief insurrection-inciter on his return to the White House. These scum should not get a pardon, but a stiff jail sentence.

#Capitol Insurrection #Donald Trump #Pardons #Trump Administration II

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A jury took less than 15 minutes to convict a man who will now spend the rest of his life in prison for robbing a Dollar General store in Georgia.

Jerico Bernard Williams, 24, was convicted on one count of armed robbery, two counts of aggravated assault, one count of false imprisonment, and two counts of possession of a firearm during the commission of a felony in relation to the robbery.

A Spalding County jury sentenced him to life in prison, without possibility of parole, plus 20 years, according to WSBTV 2.

After the robbery , Williams and two others — Tierra Davis, 28, and Demarcus Timmons, 22, all of Atlanta – were arrested. A fourth individual, who was never captured, was with the trio on June 4, 2023 — the date of the Dollar General robbing.

According to Spalding County law enforcement, Davis served as the crew's getaway driver, Timmons was assigned to serve as a lookout, and the unknown fourth thief was tasked with forcing the cashier to open the register.

During the trial, the Spalding County District Attorney's Office accused Williams of pointing a gun at a mother and her child in a checkout line and of holding the cashier at gunpoint until the register was empty.

No shots were fired during the failed heist.

A witness saw the suspects enter and flee the store, and called 911 to report the car's make and model to police. Law enforcement said her testimony was key to catching the robbers.

Two of the robbers were caught after a chase with Locust Grove police officers. Police caught up the with third, but never managed to find the final robber.

Spalding County District Attorney Marie Broder issued a statement after the ruling.

“We will not tolerate violent crime against innocent citizens in Spalding County or the Griffin Judicial Circuit,” she said.

Williams had a lengthy criminal history before the Dollar General robbery. He had previously been convicted of hijacking, two counts of armed robbery, aggravated assault, and possession of a firearm by a convicted felon in Fulton County, all stemming from the same incident in October 2018. He was sentenced to serve seven years in prison and six years of probation after his release. He was 17 at the start of his first prison stint.

Davis was charged with armed robbery and driving on a suspended license. Timmons was charged with armed robbery, false imprisonment, and kidnapping. Both are awaiting the start of their trials.

Spalding County Sheriff Darrell Dix called the heist "stupid" after the initial arrests, suggesting that Williams and his alleged accomplices were lucky the locals did not shoot them.

“Around here there are a lot of people that are armed if they need to go out at that time of night. I don’t know how these guys do it in Atlanta, but robbing a store around here with customers inside at that time of night is a stupid thing for someone to try," Dix said. "The suspects are lucky that they had the opportunity to be captured and not the opportunity to be autopsied."

The fourth suspect involved in the robbery has remained at large for more than a year.

#nunyas news

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iwantjellyfsh · 3 months ago

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Diuske (Sasuke + Dilluc)

Dilluc Radvingr as Sasuke

Vengeance is a big thing for both of them

Dilluc is Mondstadt you think he wouldn't just have urge to go kill another 200 fatui agents at the thought of a military dictatorship?

Mistaken for Uzumaki because I want Diuske to either have red hair (like highlights) or the chains from Dilluc's delusion. (Or both, both is amazing).

Does he get the signature red eyes? Trolls everyone into thinking he's got the sharingan constantly active? People out there being like “Sharingan?” “Sharingan?” “Sharingan?” Like those seagulls from finding nemo.

Also the eagle summons Sasuke eventually has that aren't ever specified as summons? Might I raise you Dawn (or vanessa who is either a falcon or eagle herself /I always thought she was a hawk/ 😅)? Dilluc’s favorite companion who should totally be there.

Dead family and the traitor (Crepus / Uchiha Massacre & Kaeya / Itachi)

Rich nepo babies with resting b!tch faces with fire affinity / pyro vision (Ik Sasuke is primary lightening but…) AND DON'T FORGET THE FANGIRLS Donna and basically every female prepubescent Naruto character.

I bet Diuske would get his claymore somehow and everyone thinks the super big sword is heavy (it is) and he'll be slow (you'll be decapitated before you finish that thought).

Curse Seal? Nuh uh uh uh uh, Orochimaru when I catch you Orochimaru (bc Dilluc has a hate for Dottore and mint fuck has clones and snake freak using his soul manipulation become my host is kind of like that?) Either way he's got the twitch in his eye that signifies he's about to kill chunk of Zapolyarny Palace subordinates.

I feel like Diuske would absolutely become Darknight Hero again but he’d get kidnapped by ANBU or accidently see them do their sneaky assassin things then become a member. He respects them, they remind him of the networking unit he had in Snezhnaya. He’d get promoted real quick and become an ANBU captain (and isn’t that funny? Kakashi’s kouhai becoming a college at 10?) Maybe being in the body of a small child is affecting him more than he thought because Crepus’s words of encouragement when he was still Calvary Captain ring in his ears. And for the fun of it he’s ANBU Owl :3

Or he would absolutely destroy them because they work for the government (hiss) and obviously cover things up and are scum like the KOF. He could still join but it’d be the ANBU version of reluctant paper pusher, like a probation. This would have to be after finding out about the truth of the Uchiha Massacre (he might as well get a degree in dead family schemes).

He makes the Uchiha Compound an Air b&b or smt because shawty can't just let the red light district be. He does it for the noise, used to working in a bar with rowdy and loud customers (stupid bards and the Knights of Favonius) also he misses Adelinde and he's not replacing her he's not (still feels guilty about it thought)

Or Diuske can make it a bar? Wouldn't work though with how out of the way the Uchiha Compound is. Demolishes and makes farmland (more animals for animal boyyy /HE HAD A TURTLE AS A CHILD GIVE THAT MAN MORE ANIMALS/) sets up Angels Share again bc Konoha stupid laws make genin adults.

Point is, Diuske is done with everything. Everything. He does not need more trauma, he does not want revenge on another traitor brother (make it a ragbro's make up au pls :,( ).

Do you think he'd have a solidarity with the Akimich clan bc of their monopoly on all things food and his monopoly on all things wine?

Do not let this man meet Kakashi.

Covers eye (Hitai-ate / eyepatch)

“Smiles” (I know what you are (depressed))

Dead Parental figure who gets adopted by another one only for them to be murderd (oddly specific why is this crossing worlds)

Traitor at the wrong time? (Friend killer Kakashi and wrong place wrong time Kaeya everybody)

Traumatized (apathetic): Kakashi

Traumatized (nice): Kaeya

So very E.

There’s just a lot of instances of Diuske either going on a rampage or putting that nobel blood to use cause wadd’ya mean the Uchiha Massacre was a lie? You wouldn’t happen to have an Eroch in this world as well?

At the academy I think Diuske would just grind his teeth and deal with it. (Not without double taking at Shikamaru specifically, the hoyo short hair scam is real but come on, pineapple hair? Seriously?) /Not at all influenced by my hate of Shikamaru's hairstyle/

He would stare in horror and genuinely contemplate faking his death when Diuske realizes how many fangirls he has.

Children in general are not his strong suit. He's more familiar with the indigent more scathing children like Diona not screaming, annoying, constantly loud, purposefully attention seeking adolescents!

Back to the fangirls: This man does not like touch. Sudden touch, Unexpected touch, not allowed to touch. He has a bubble and preferably it would be 2 meters in circumference.

Let them down gently

Explode immediately

Avoid confrontation

Stop attending academy until fangirls stop

Are all options but he might just drop out and self study or go through the academy in 6 months b/c Barbatoes forbid he socializes with tweens. You cannot enunciate enough how horrified he is.

He genuinely contemplates leaving the village (not being considered a missing nin if ya haven’t graduated yet) but he knows he needs a (relatively) safe place to train back his muscles and reflexes.

Either he has a somewhat okay-ish relationship with Naruto (scowls until he goes away, bribes the blond with food so he’ll behave) or not but I want Chunin exams Karin to take one look at Diuske and go “Twin? Where have you been?” and he gets adopted by Uzumaki or smt so they all run away. Just want Karin being so confused and enamored with her “twin” (not in the romance way like C!Karin)

I feel like Killing Intent would be like the aura you get when using a delusion, and considering Diuske used one for ~3 years he’d be immune, able to manipulate others killing intent, or has a nastily strong killing intent. Like he is a sensor’s worse nightmare (Karin is fascinated by this), the dead god goop inside him is revolting to them.

#autistic diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #karin uzumaki #reincarnation #fic prompt #kakashi hatake #owls #crossover #sasuke uchiha #delusion #genshinimpact #naruto #Sensors nightmare #anbu #anbu black ops #He loves birds yall #Why is Karin's hair so pink I thought it was Uzumaki red

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greatwyrmgold · 4 months ago

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I recently watched a video about Christian Science and the medical neglect of its members—that is, parents (and one aunt) who let their children/niece suffer or die because their religion claims disease doesn't exist. (Long story.)

The video's author emphasized that in several cases, the parents (or Christian Scientist practitioners "treating" the kids) accepted medical care for their own ailments, often relatively minor compared to the children's.

By and large, the parents/aunt got away with it. Some cases went to court, most didn't receive any punishment, one couple was put on "probation" for three years. Part of this comes down to religious exemption laws, which let you get away with murder (well, manslaughter) if it's done for religious reasons, under specifications which make it obvious that they were written for one very vocal Christian sect.

But a lot of it is how children are seen as property. Parents can more or less do what they want with them. If a parent wants to sacrifice their child on the altar of their religious beliefs, even if those beliefs are overtly hypocritical...well, that's unfortunate, but it's their kid, so who are we to condemn them for it?

#christian science #parenting #children #parent's rights #child abuse #healthcare #or lack thereof

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years ago

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Let's get into the Angel Pt 1 controversy

Summary of Roo's Point: Please follow your conscience but do not bash Jimin for other people's crimes.

More in-depth analysis of the underlying issues:

Let me start by saying I'm a musical theater geek so I have no idea who any of the other artists on the Angel Pt 1 track are, I don't know their music, I don't know their backstories, and frankly, I don't really care to. But yesterday a full kerfuffle kicked off on Twitter with many people ready to cancel Jimin (and by extension, ARMY) for working on a song with someone called Kodak Black.

Who is Kodak Black?

Well, apparently he's a rapper who brought a high schooler back to his hotel from a concert and then ripped her clothes off and bit her and raped her but he entered a plea deal and got probation for it. Not to be confused for the times he had illegal fire arms, committed armed robbery, possessed marijuana, and tried to evade police. Or the time he punched and kicked a woman at a strip club. By all accounts he sounds like a total asshole, and not someone whose pockets I want to line with my hard-earned money, even if I weren't a survivor, myself.

I think we can all agree that Kodak Black is not the kind of person ARMY would ever want to support.

So if at any point you feel like you cannot get behind the Fast X movie or soundtrack because Universal chose to employ that man? Please feel free to boycott and sleep easy at night. That's your value-based decision and I respect it. Don't let anyone call you an anti for it.

However.

There is another legitimate take on this with regard to Park Jimin, and it's a bit more nuanced than simply "don't work with bad people."

For a decade, we've gotten to know who Park Jimin is. He is kind. He is considerate. He is gentle. He has excellent manners. He gives to charity. He obeys and honors his parents and elder members. He has never been violent. He has never broken the law. He respects women deeply. He is a hard worker. He is a good human being.

I can't help but recall how Jimin had absolutely no idea that the song he made was going to be in Eternals. Like, he didn't believe it at first.

Clearly, this company has some serious issues with communication and the handling of Jimin's releases. I could say more but we don't have all day for that.

It is therefore plausible to me that Jimin was approached for this song, possibly by Jvke. Jimin has said he's seen all the movies so we know he likes the franchise. Maybe he said sure, he'd love to sing for Angel Pt 1. So he recorded his parts and moved on to the next amazing groundbreaking industry-shattering piece of work on his schedule. And then Universal brought in other artists and no one said a thing to him about it.

And you might think there's NO WAY Hollywood wouldn't tell you who all you're working with. Listen, I never worked on any big productions, but I lived in LA for years and worked in entertainment long enough to know you could make something and months later find out it's a whole other thing with people you've never heard of, and you signed off your work and likeness so it is what it is and you gotta live with it and not make waves, especially if you ever wanna work in that town again.

Then again, maybe Jimin met the rest of the artists during the filming of the music video. Maybe he knew Kodak Black was on this song. Maybe he, like me, had no idea of that man's past and never once imagined someone with a rap sheet that long would be in such a large-scale production in the first place.

Or maybe he did know, because it appears Kodak Black is billed as a "creator" of the song, but as an industry professional, he also knows nothing is ever totally clean or pure in this business. So oftentimes in entertainment, you will see people mentally separate the art from the business.

(Side note: To be honest, nothing is ever clean or pure that you pay to consume. The wage slaves sweating in the shops that make the clothes on your back or the device you're reading this post off of. The migrant workers toiling for pennies and living in communal shacks for the veggies in your salad. The animals crammed into horrific crates and slaughtered inhumanely that end up on your plate. The earth that's raped every time you write on a sheet of paper or put gas in your car. The plastics in all of our products are also in our landfills, our oceans, our blood streams. We all of us live and consume off the suffering of others. Doesn't mean we shouldn't fight for a better world--of course we should--I'm just saying, none of us consume anything that's "perfect" and cancel culture fails to acknowledge that.)

Which brings me back to the point about boycotting. If you feel like you just cannot support the business of employing someone like Kodak Black, that is a worthy choice and no one should bully you for it or label you an anti. But please do not consider Jimin "tainted by association." Because everyone is associated in one way or another with harmful people and practices. You'd never get to consume anything ever, if you could only consume things made by "good" people.

For my part, I don't believe Universal will see people refusing to stream or buy Angel Pt 1 and think "Gosh, we shouldn't have hired a man who batters and abuses women, it will hurt our bottom line on this soundtrack, we were very mistaken, let's do better." Maybe they will, but probably they won't. They have yet to even witness the buying power of ARMY anyway so they have no results to compare a boycott to. It's already a done deal and they will likely pull this shit again if it's expedient to do so.

On the other hand, this is Jimin's first OST for a major motion picture and I intend to support the hell out of it. I think it's a good song and I want Jimin to be seen by the industry as a safe bet to bring in numbers. I think the more projects he has, the more opportunities he has to promote good people and good music as alternatives. I say this AS A SURVIVOR OF SEXUAL ASSAULT who is no way making light of sexual assault. It frankly galls me that by association, Kodak Black (and numerous other unknown assholes) will benefit. But I'd rather that than, by association, Park Jimin suffer.

And I'll square with you: I think Justin Bieber, Charlie Puth, Park Jay, and others are opportunistic assholes problematic and it galls me that they will benefit by association with BTS members. But on a case by case basis, I will choose whether to support BTS members' collaborations. So far, I'm still all in. That's what feels right for me, according to MY conscience.

I cannot dictate to you what your conscience should tell you. That's between you and your soul, and it's no one else's business. Do your will and harm none. Trust yourself and honor your limits.

So if at any point you feel like you cannot support JK's Dreamers because of the horrible inhuman treatment of the World Cup stadium workers, abstain. If you cannot support Jimin with Angel Pt 1 because of Kodak Black's inexcusable violence, abstain.

But please do not lay the crimes of others at BTS' feet. They are responsible only for themselves, and we have seen they are sometimes not given complete information around their projects. I'm certain they do their best. When it's clear that a collaboration would go against their values (such as playing for their current president's inauguration), they decline. When they have the opportunity to make informed decisions, they usually decide well. But not always, because the members are human too.

I guess my point of this ramble is... human beings will be human. They are flawed. They inevitably make mistakes. Intention goes a long way. I can make a pretty clear-cut case that Kodak Black intentionally caused harm. So I'm happy to not support his art or business ventures and I hope after a lot of soul searching he becomes a better person but I'm not holding my breath. However, I cannot make a clear-cut case that Park Jimin endorses the harm Kodak Black caused just because he lent his voice to a song Kodak Black is also now a part of. Not yet, not without Park Jimin making a statement defending Kodak Black.

Until he does, I'm not going to hold Jimin responsible for anyone's choices except his own. I trust Jimin. He's earned it. So I'm going to support Jimin.

If you very strongly feel like I'm choosing to do harm here, that I'm anti-feminist, or a rape apologist, or a fan girl making light of serious crimes, please protect yourself and block me. You go ahead and do what you need to do to police your own experience. But I worry that eventually you are going to find yourself in a very lonely, very sparse and dull echo chamber, because that sad truth is... nothing and no one is pure. Certainly not in business, and rarely in art. Considering one out of four women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetimes, it's a safe bet that almost every song or movie you've heard of is somehow benefitting a man who was part of it and who has also abused a woman. I know k-pop idol culture heavily manufactures this PG13 image of artists but the truth is the world of entertainment is a cesspool and a viper pit, and we are very lucky to stan seven artists who are, by and large, truly good people. That's super rare.

My unsolicited advice is to take everything on a case-by-case basis and listen to your gut. Support Angel Pt 1. Don't support Angel Pt 1. It's a deeply personal choice what you endorse with your money.

But please miss me with trying to cancel Jimin, or any of the members, for other people's crimes.

Shunning, dogpiling, mobbing, shaming--cancelling people--those are Mean Girl tactics, designed to make people afraid to work with the "unworthy" and it doesn't work in the long run. (Extended, organized boycotts do work because money talks loud. So feel free to boycott if you want to.) But ruining people's reputations because of who their coworkers happen to be is in no way helping solve the actual problem.

If your goal is to make it so big studios don't employ rapists, keep the heat on the rapist and call out Universal and Kodak Black.

If your goal is to support Jimin, then trust and support Jimin and his songs.

Where those two goals conflict, trust your gut. That's all anyone can ask of you.

For my part, I choose Jimin.

Whatever choice you make--as long as you aren't bashing Jimin--I can respect it.

That's pretty much all I have to say about that. Feel free to disagree but keep it kind and respectful in the comments, please...

Love,

Roo

#jimin #park jimin #angel pt 1 #jikook

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Home on the Range

Part(s) 1 . 2 .

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Guilty. It's official and everything.

She moved at least 20 steps backwards since graduating from high school a couple months ago. She had scholarships and dreams to move out east, following Mindy and Chad to New York City. She was going to study, funnily enough, law. She probably would've ended up switching her major halfway through the year, but she actually liked what law had to offer.

Well, too late now. She fucked it all up.

And the worst part wasn't even that her friend-girlfriend-person-maybe (she had no idea at this point) walked away scott free. That was a whole thing to think about later when she was alone on the farm. The worst thing was that she found out the farm owner's identity.

10 minutes before showing up.

Sitting grumpy on the couch, Tara glared holes into the wall as a probation officer explained the rules to Mamá and her. Her ankle was weighed down by a bulky strap and box about the size of a deck of cards, blinking green occasionally.

They tagged her like a fucking dog.

“I'll have to go outside to finish my morning chores, but I'll be back by noon, okay Tara?”

Tara scowled at the ground. She knew she looked like a child in timeout, arms crossed and face angry, but she didn't care.

“Whatever…” Tara muttered.

Mamá caught her eye and glared. “Tara, I know you haven't seen your sister in a while, but I'd appreciate it if you cooperated for once.”

Tara scoffed.

The probation officer pulled at his collar at the spike in awkward tension. “The 60-day house arrest begins as soon as that device blinks red in about an hour. After that, a judge will review your case again with my notes of being your probation officer and will either issue more time to your arrest or let you go free. From there, you can apply to get this expunged from your record and, if approved, the information will be wiped clean.”

Tara waited for more, but there wasn't anything else being said. “Wait, that's it?”

“Nice try, kiddo.” Tara rolled her eyes at Sam's voice. She still refuses to look at her, see how much better she's doing compared to Tara. “While we were working things out, I… Tara, can you look at me?”

Tara sneered, stubbornly not looking at her sister.

“Awkward…” the probation officer whispered.

“Look at me, don't look at me - Fine, I don't care. You're not staying cooped up in the house for the entire house arrest.”

Tara snorted. “Then what the hell's the point of it being called house arrest?”

“Tara!” Mamá snapped. Tara flinched a little but mostly held her ground. “Show your sister some… respect.” See, even Mamá doesn't like Sam. Must run in the family since Papi left after something Sam did. “It's only 2 months and then you can come back home. I won't make you into a work horse like your sister.”

“What?” Tara blinked and sat up. She took a quick glance at Sam before averting her gaze. Why was she glaring at Mamá? “What do you mean?”

“You're going to be working on the farm with me. The land's all my property,” Sam explained. “All of this land is my ‘house,’ so to speak, so you'll be working on it.”

Tara couldn't believe this! She got arrested, she's forced to live with her fucking sister on house arrest for 2 months, and she had to work on a farm. How could this day get any worse?

Sam straightened her back and crossed her arms. “And I didn't want her to -”

“Oh, I have to get back to Woodsboro, I have a client I need to meet with,” Mamá interrupted whatever Sam was saying and clapped her hands. She turned and pulled a stiff Sam into a hug, muttering something in her ear.

She couldn't help but scoff to cover up her hurt. So Sam could leave her alone for years with Mamá, break every promise they made to each other, never call to see if she was okay or how she was doing, and destroy their relationship…

But she couldn't help keeping contact with Mamá. Over her.

Did Sam enjoy making her hurt? Did she enjoy the years Tara longed for her sister to come back to her, the years Tara mourned a sister she could never hug or laugh with or love?

And Mamá… she knew. She fucking knew how she knelt at Sam's locked door and begged God to bring her sister back, she couldn't do it without her, she needed her, she loves her -

Tara stood up, and all conversation came to a sudden stop.

She risked a small glance around the room before ducking her eyes again. Her teeth nibbled on the skin of her lips as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say.

“I… need to use the bathroom.”

There was a soft pause where Mamá scoffed and the probation officer awkwardly shifted. Tara kind of felt bad for the guy.

Then, “In the hall, go left and it's the center door.” Huh. So she could be helpful. “I was fixing the sink earlier, so the floor might be a little wet.”

Yeah. Thanks.

Tara turned and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her to cover up the angry sob that slipped through. Her legs wobbled, so she squatted down then landed on her bottom.

The bathroom swirled in her vision. She struggled to choke down her emotions. She didn't want Sam to hear her, and she especially didn't want Mamá to hear her. Nothing good happened when Mamá heard her crying.

Fumbling, Tara searched for her inhaler. She could faintly hear Sam in the living room and focused on her voice. It was a one time thing, she wouldn't rely on Sam again.

“I really got to go now, Quentin and Homer are waiting for me by the cattle gate.”

“We'll, uh, be monitoring the ankle bracelet 24/7. Keep if charged, don't take it off, don't go swimming or take a bath‐‐can't be submerged.”

“Okay, thanks Officer Bennett.”

“I need to go now. I'll call later.”

Tara leaned her head back on the door. She brought her inhaler up to her lips and pressed down on the button, inhaling with a raspy gasp. She pulled it away and tried to calm herself down; she was working herself up over nothing.

Sam was her sister, but that didn't mean Tara had to reconnect. 60 days was all they had together, it would pass quickly and she could get back to her life.

Not really since she won't be going to New York City with Chad and Mindy in 2 weeks, but she would make it work.

She had to.

There was a knock on the door, Tara jolted at the sudden noise. Her inhaler fell from her hand and clattered on the ground until Tara scooped it up and held it close to her chest.

“Tara?” Sam's voice was hesitant. “Are you alright?”

Tara sighed. “Fine. What do you want?”

Sam's silence droned on for a long few seconds, and Tara pushed back the worry that she sounded too snippy. She didn't mean to. No one liked when she talked back, especially -

(Deep breath. Calm the flames. The fire wasn't your fault.)

“Mom left but I didn't get your suitcase.”

Tara wanted to laugh at that. Shouldn't she know Tara didn't have a suitcase? Her and Mamá were working together to make her miserable, and fuck it was working. A little too good.

“Mamá said she wouldn't pack anything because she bought all my things and didn't think a criminal needed things to sell for drugs.”

Rich coming from her. She's the one who stole Tara's bed to sell for alcohol when she realized she wasn't making enough at the time to fund the house and be an alcoholic. Tara had to sleep on the rug in her room for a few months before eagerly offering to take Mindy's old mattress when she needed a new one.

“... What?” Sam actually sounded pissed off. She was a great actress. Sam sighed. “I might have some old clothes you can wear, but we're going to get you new clothes soon.”

Confused, Tara looked down at the puddle on the ground between her converse.

“I know you haven't seen me and I haven't seen you in a while, and this isn't the most ideal situation for us, but I love you, okay?”

Tara refused to breathe. Her shoulders shook.

“I'll be outside, if you need me you can walk straight until you get to the cattle gate. And we can watch a movie with dinner tonight if you want?”

Tara closed her eyes.

“... Right. Um, I'll just… yeah…”

As Sam left, Tara could hear her angrily muttering to herself.

All the tension drained from her body once Tara heard the screen door shut. She opened her eyes and wiped the wetness on her cheeks.

Amber was right about her. Sam really was a manipulative person.

#scream #scream 2022 #scream vi #scream au #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #my writing #fuck christina carpenter #au: home on the range

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