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Legal Representation Lawyer Near Me in Crestview, FL - (850) 409-3350

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Attorney Offices Near Me: Finding the Right Legal Representation

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Please tell me more about neighbourhood PMCs in renaissance Italy

It would be my pleasure! (My research into this owes a lot to the excellent Power and Imagination: City-States in Renaissance Italy by Lauro Martines.)

The first thing to note that, unlike the condottieri, these were not private military companies. Rather, the neighborhood military companies (in the sense of a military unit, rather than a profit-making entity) were self-defense organizations formed as part of a centuries-long political struggle for control over the urban commune between the signorile (the urban chivalry)/nobilita (the urban nobility) and the populo (the guilded middle class, who claimed to speak on behalf of "the people").

This conflict followed much the same logic that had given rise to the medieval commune in the first place. Legally, the communes had started as mutual defense pacts between the signorile and the cives (the free citizens of the city) against the rural feudal nobility, which had given these groups the military and political muscle to push out the marquises and viscounts and barons and claim exclusive authority over the tax system, the judicial system, and the military.

So it made sense that, once they had vanquished their enemies and established the commune as the sovereign, both sides would use the same tactic in their struggle over which of them would rule the commune that ruled the city. The signorile and nobilita formed themselves into consorteria or "tower societies," by which ancient families allied with one another (complete with dynastic marriage alliances!) to build and garrison the towers with the knights, squires, men-at-arms, and bravi of their households. These phallic castle substitutes were incredibly formidable within the context of urban warfare, as relatively small numbers of men with crossbows could rain down hell on besiegers from the upper windows and bridges between towers, even as the poor bastards on the ground tried to force the heavy doors down below.

To combat noble domination of communal government, achieve direct representation on the political councils, establish equity of taxation and regulate interest rates, and enforce legal equality between nobility and citizenry, the populo formed themselves into guilds to build alliances between merchants and artisans in the same industries. However, these amateur soldiers struggled to fight on even footing with fully-trained and well-equipped professional soldiers, and the guild militias were frequently defeated.

To solve their military dilemma, the populo engaged in political coalition-building with the oldest units of the urban commune: the neighborhoods. When the cities of medieval Italy were originally founded, they had been rather decentralized transplantations of the rural villages, where before people had any conception of a city-wide collective their primary allegiance was to their neighborhood. As can still be seen in the Palio di Siena to this day, these contrade built a strong identity based on local street gangs, the parish church, their traditional heraldry, and their traditional rivalries with the stronzi in the next contrade over. And whether they were maggiori, minori, or unguilded laborers, everyone in the city was a member of their contrade.

As Martines describes, the populo both recruited from (and borrowed the traditions of) the contrade to form their armed neighborhood companies into a force that would have the manpower, the discipline, and the morale to take on the consorteria:

"Every company had its distinctive banner and every house in the city was administratively under the sign of a company. A dragon, a whip, a serpent, a bull, a bounding horse, a lion, a ladder: these, in different colors and on contrasting fields, were some of the leitmotifs of the twenty different banners. They were emblazoned on individual shields and helmets. Rigorous regulations required guildsmen to keep their arms near at hand, above all in troubled times. The call to arms for the twenty companies was the ringing of a special bell, posted near the main public square. A standard-bearer, flanked by four lieutenants, was in command of each company."

To knit these companies organized by neighborhood into a single cohesive force, the lawyers' guilds within the populo created a state within a state, complete with written constitutions, guild charters, legal codes, legislative and executive councils. Under these constitutions, the populo's councils would elect a capitano del popolo, a professional soldier from outside the city who would serve as a politically-neutral commander, with a direct chain of command over the gonfaloniere and lieutenants of the neighborhood companies, to lead the populo against their noble would-be overlords.

And in commune after commune, the neighborhood companies made war against the consorteria, taking the towers one by one and turning them into fortresses of the populo. The victorious guilds turned their newly-won military might into political hegemony over the commune, stripping the nobilita of their power and privilege and forcing them either into submission or exile. Then they directed their veteran neighborhood companies outward to seize control of the rural hinterland from the feudal aristocracy, until the city had become city-state.

(Ironically, in the process, the populo gave birth to the condottieri, as the nobility who had lost their landed wealth and political power took their one remaining asset - their military training and equipment - and became professional mercenaries. But that's a story for another time...)

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Using a doodle as an excuse to drop totally just bits and pieces about the Rosen death denial au thing I made for me myself and I (might be heavily Rosen & Sephiroth centered and my explaining abilities aren't really good might be long still)

THEY'RE FARM BOYS!!!! First of all that because I like it

Sephiroth has a dog which he adopted on impulse after taking the sentence 'spend all your money' (indirect Glenn reference!!!!!!!) too literally I just thought that was funny personally (the dog is just called puppy or dog (affectionately))

Both Rosen and Sephiroth had a hard time adjusting to a 'normal life' and still struggle with certain things outside of their routines which is why they stick a lot to those

Sephiroth really doesn't like the feel of water while Rosen has to constantly be fished out of the creek near their house

The only reason why Sephiroth is letting his hair grow is because he doesn't have to fight often anymore and it doesn't bother him anymore

Matt has unknowingly, unofficially and without legal procedures adopted Rosen and is teaching him how to fight with a sword

Qpr representation for the 40 people who want it one of them being me 🎉 They're close but romance is overrated and I'm projecting

They both enjoy lying around somewhere in each other's rooms and doing nothing,, overall they just like existing around each other

Rosen really likes that they have a truck because he likes getting to sit in the back during car rides

It doesn't happen too often but sometimes if either of them are doing real bad because they're both not too good at voicing feelings they'll resort to just hugging (realistically more clinging to each other but simplified it's hugging),,,,,,,,,

Rosen is good at cooking 🔥

mb for making this long I just like rambling

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Migration Patterns - Second Prologue

What's after the last prologue? Another prologue? How experimental.

I enjoyed writing this even though it hurt a bit. It's a great intro to a young Ollie so you can all see how painfully down bad she is for Scott despite him literally being born connected romantically to another human being.

She'll tell you that everyone had a crush on Scott at some point but that is factually untrue. It was just her. She likes weird guys.

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Prologue

Ollie Goose Bergeron moved carefully up the path to the Kaufner house. Her natural gait and speed in the forearm crutches was negated by navigating yard clippings damp from that afternoon’s rain. It was frustrating – though not as much as falling on her ass would be now of all times. Nevertheless, by the time she made her way to ring the front doorbell Ollie was guilty and annoyed as well as very out of breath.

The door opened. Tenzin Onyilogwu appeared, smelling of paint thinner, a can of energy drink in one hand and a frown already firmly planted on her face. She stared at Ollie for a too-long while of tense silence.

“Is Scott home?” Ollie asked.

More silence. A slight twitch in Tenzin’s brow. “No,” she said.

“Fuck, Ten, I can see his skateboard by the stairs.”

Tenzin looked over her shoulder at the worn, old-school deck board propped up against the small side table behind them. She sighed.

“He’s, uh…” She began vaguely.

Ollie shifted her weight to rest more against one crutch and gestured dismissively. “He’s pissed, I know. I’m here to apologize.”

After checking whatever Tenzin felt she needed to check, she slipped outside and closed the door behind her. She took a seat on the bench on the porch and, quietly grateful to get off her feet, Ollie followed.

She brushed a few curls of golden-brown out of her eyes, heaved one braced foot over the opposite knee, and rubbed her fingers into the muscles just below her knee. She regarded Tenzin warily, searching her best friend’s demeanor for any sign of how hard Ollie would have to apologize.

It was impossible as ever. For someone who presumed themselves to be neurotypical Tenzin was near impossible to read most of the time.

“Was there a fight at band practice, or something?” Tenzin asked after some more uncertain silence.

Ollie sat up. “He didn’t tell you?”

“He stormed in and went straight to his room. Didn’t even close the front door,” Tenzin sipped her drink and fiddled with the can. “Was someone out of tune? I still can’t figure out the type of thing to really upset a musician.”

Driving here Ollie was dreading having to defend herself to Tenzin. Realizing that she’d have to explain herself first was way worse. She scanned the yard ahead of them and tried to make out the lawnmower tracks in the grass as a way to focus and build up nerve.

“I gave some – constructive feedback…” Even acting as her own legal representation Ollie couldn’t say that with full sincerity. “I made a little joke about the new song he pitched.”

She purposely avoided eye contact as she said that, but that wasn’t enough to avoid the low suck of breath Tenzin drew in from beside her.

“It doesn’t – I don’t even think that -” Ollie groaned and tried again. “He’s brilliant. He’s a brilliant artist, everybody knows that.”

“Hm.”

“But three months out of the year, every year, the only songs he wants to write are about sad birds. I mean –” she scoffed, glaring in disbelief at the dead air ahead of them. “Two-thirds of the year we’re a rock band –”

Tenzin cut in quietly. “I don’t think that’s the genre he claims to use.”

“Avant-Pop Cabaret, whatever. But from October to December every year we suddenly only make songs for – fucking – emo birdwatchers? What the fuck?”

Her anger felt good. It felt normal. Of course, she was expressing it by the sibling least likely to encourage such intense emotions. In Tenzin’s presence the fire in Ollie’s chest quickly lost oxygen and fizzled out to pathetic smoke. Ollie slumped her shoulders and leaned back against the chair.

“No wonder he’s upset,” Tenzin observed. “You know how sensitive he gets about his bird songs.”

“He’s seventeen. Why are these the songs he suddenly can’t take criticism on?”

Tenzin met her eyes, unsmiling. “You know why,” she said.

After some more pestering Tenzin allowed Ollie to come inside and make amends. Ollie was already arguing with Scott ahead of time while working her way up the stairs. She was declaring to the imaginary Scott in her head all the effort she put just to value his feelings. Driving her grandpa’s car up the stupid hill that lead to his house. Walking up stairs.

He literally had no reason not to forgive her immediately.

She didn’t bother preparing. She didn’t even stop to knock. Ollie opened Scott’s bedroom door and braced herself for conflict.

His bedroom was small and warm. The only light came from the dirty glass of the window and the tangles of string lights, and the air smelled odd from the combination of two, ill-paired scented candles.

Scott Skylark Kaufner was sitting up in bed with the covers pooled around him. He was shirtless, which she supposed she should’ve expected.

Ollie tried very hard to hold onto her indigence. What mattered was resolving this conflict as quickly as possible, not charting the new, soft dusting of dark hair across Scott’s bare chest. She was here to either apologize or insist she was right – either way, her goal was not to gaze as the soft-sharp intensity of her childhood friend’s mostly-nude body.

His expression was sullen. After a moment, he pulled back the covers in bed beside him. Ollie swallowed hard in a way she hoped wasn’t noticeable.

“You’re at least wearing boxers right?” She attempted.

Scott furrowed his brow. “Yeah,” he murmured.

Ollie nodded and went to plop on the side of Scott’s large bed. She slipped off the crutches and leaned them against the closest bookshelf, then took a soft breath and slid under the blankets.

They laid beside each other. Ollie kept just enough distance from him so that all she felt was the outer radius of heat from his body. She reminded herself of the stakes of their relationship. It felt like she was doing that a lot lately.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I know,” Scott rubbed his eyes and shifted onto his side to stare at her. “I overreacted.”

That got a weak smirk out of Ollie. “You and I tend to do that, don’t we?”

“Is Aggie okay? I know she doesn’t like it when I yell.”

Ollie thought back to the glare their saxophonist gave her. So many adults in town thought Agaric was so sweet, just a natural teddy bear. If that was the case it was definitely never something Ollie got to see.

“She’s getting really – uh,” Ollie scooted a little closer and lowered her voice. “I’m kind of worried. While I was taking her home she said she skipped another level in her close combat classes. I think one of these days you and I are going to butt heads and she’s going to legitimately kick my ass.”

She saw Scott start to smile, but shift at the last second to appear disapproving. “Maybe she’ll beat me up first,” he claimed, balling up the covers under his chin.

“Oh yeah,” Ollie scoffed. “You? Sure. Definitely.”

It was always a sight to see Scott’s features warm suddenly in satisfaction or amusement. It was a subtle narrowing in the eye and crinkling in the corners of his lips that completely changed the way he looked. The cat-like warmth had the capability to be so sweet that some in town gently questioned whether he was misguided in identifying as a man, even just for now.

That was never Ollie. She knew Scott to have an innate sense of his own masculinity in a way that Ollie never had and never will. And she loved him for it.

“I only tease you because you’re amazing,” she said, feeling her voice soften and inwardly chiding herself for it.

Scott cringed, then smiled sheepishly.

“I mean, come on,” she pulled the covers away from Scott’s face to get a better look at his eyes, “even at your most self-indulgent you’re fucking incredible. That’s why no one else tells you when you’re being self-indulgent.”

He hid back in the blankets. This was breaking the sacred covenant of having such a close relationship with someone like Scott Kaufner. You’re welcome to make music with him on a potentially indefinite basis on the condition that you don’t point out his skills. It’s perfectly fine to call him handsome or dashing, but get any more specific than that and he’ll get uncomfortable quick.

Ollie got closer to the blanket covering his face. “Hey,” she said.

“It’s not my self, Ollie.”

“I know, Skylark,” she frowned, forlorn, only because she knew he couldn’t see. “I mean – I don’t – but I get what you mean.”

After some time Scott felt more comfortable coming out of hiding. Their faces were closer now. Ollie did not intend to get as close as she was just then.

“Maybe...Maybe you’re just stressed,” she attempted, mostly just to fill the air. “I mean we graduate soon. A lot of stuff is changing. I know a lot of us are on edge thinking about – I don’t know. What we’re leaving behind.”

Scott’s eyes widened slightly. “You aren’t leaving, are you?”

Something twisted in Ollie’s chest. A flicker of several sensations at once. The worry in Scott’s expression was heart wrenching and incredibly confusing.

What if she was? What if she was going someplace far away – and she was leaving tonight? Would Scott try and stop her? Would he make some grand gesture in an attempt to convince her to stay?

A short debate on how to respond felt far longer in her mind. Finally she found herself defeated. Ollie exhaled softly and flashed Scott a reassuring smile.

“Nah, Skylark, I’m not leaving.”

For good measure she reached forward underneath the covers and touched Scott’s hand. She only meant to barely interlace their fingers, but much to his character Scott locked their hands together and squeezed tightly.

Ollie laughed under her breath. She had to, there was just no other option.

“I’ll stay around for as long as you want,” she said.

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An 11 year old girl is dead because her family allowed a man with a history of crimes involving minors on their property.

CNN — 

The man suspected in the death of 11-year-old Audrii Cunningham is a family friend who was entrusted with taking her to the school bus on the morning she vanished – and later participated in the massive search for the girl before her body was found in an east Texas river, authorities said.

Audrii’s family thought the suspect, Don Steven McDougal, was just taking the girl down the street when the pair left her home Thursday morning, Polk County officials said. But she never made it onto the school bus or into her classroom, and a bag resembling her bright red Hello Kitty backpack was later found near a local dam.

Prosecutors are preparing an arrest warrant for McDougal, 42, and believe the evidence supports a capital murder charge, Polk County District Attorney Shelly Sitton said Tuesday.

Audrii’s body was found Tuesday in the Trinity River, downstream from the reservoir near where the backpack was found. It was one of several locations McDougal told investigators he had gone around the time of her disappearance, Sheriff Byron Lyons said.

Investigators located Audrii’s remains using cell phone records, video analysis and information from McDougal, Lyons said.

The condition of Audrii’s remains is not being released, the sheriff said, and the Harris County Medical Examiner’s Office will determine her cause of death.

To help uncover the body, Lyons said, water management authorities slowed the flow of water from the Lake Livingston reservoir – one of the largest reservoirs in the state, with 83,000 surface acres – allowing the river level to recede enough to reveal the remains.

“I express my deepest sympathies and condolences to everyone who knew, who cared for and loved Audrii,” the sheriff said. “We will continue to process the evidence that has been gathered to ensure justice for Audrii.”

The suspect is already in custody after being arrested Friday night on an unrelated aggravated assault charge, the sheriff’s office said.

CNN has been unable to determine if McDougal has obtained legal representation and has reached out to his family for comment on the accusations against him.

McDougal, a friend of Audrii’s father, lived in a trailer on the family’s property and sometimes took the girl to catch her school bus in the neighborhood, the sheriff said. He has been the main person of interest in her disappearance as authorities frantically scoured the rural east Texas town of Livingston – about 70 miles northeast of Houston, he said.

McDougal joined the search efforts and was seen knocking on neighborhood doors and asking if anyone had seen Audrii, the sheriff told CNN. But Lyons doesn’t believe his efforts were genuine.

“To me, it simply tells me is that he’s trying to give the appearances that he has no play or he’s not at fault in her disappearance and that (he’s) part of the concerned parties who were trying to locate her,” Lyons said Tuesday.

In the days after Audrii vanished, McDougal claimed in several social media comments that he was not guilty in her disappearance and has “done nothing wrong,” according to activity on a Facebook account appearing to belong to the suspect.

“I’m not guilty,” reads a comment from the account under a post on the Facebook page “True Crime Society” the day after Audrii was reported missing.

“I was there and was questioned. I am not running or hiding,” McDougal wrote before commenting again and saying, “I have done everything I can to help find her. I have done nothing wrong.”

CNN has sought comment from investigators about the Facebook comments.

Suspect has decadeslong criminal history

McDougal has a lengthy criminal history dating back to at least 2003, with convictions for violent crimes and one for enticing a child, according to court records in several Texas counties.

In 2007, he was convicted of enticing a child in Brazoria County, Texas. Court records show he pleaded no contest and was sentenced to two years in prison but was given credit for 527 days.

Online records do not detail the specific allegations in the child enticement case. But the offense is defined by the state as “the intent to interfere with the lawful custody of a child younger than 18 years” when a person “entices, persuades, or takes the child from the custody of the parent or guardian.”

McDougal was also convicted in 2010 and 2019 for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.

The victim in the first aggravated assault case said McDougal, his former coworker, attacked him after being thrown out of his house.

“He showed up with some other friends that I had,” Elic Bryan told CNN on Tuesday.

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Prodigy episodes 15-16: If at first you do not succeed (your first officer says "no, we should be sensible" re: your plan steal a ship AGAIN), try again (just immediately ask your former first officer, hoping for a different answer). King Janeway <3

Tell me this (top) doesn't remind you of this (bottom)

“I’m not your number one anymore…” “things can’t stay the same forever” god why are those two like this.

Iiiiiiinteresting that they’re discussing Endgame here. And I can't believe Janeway’s clothes are a bootstrap paradox now

I 100% wonder what the gang is assuming about Janeway and Chakotay’s relationship!! Is their takeaway message “ah. married?” or “huh. i suppose captain-first officer dynamics are like that”

Kinda obsessed with how often Janeway and Chakotay being loving towards each other is paired with Dal and Gwyn, either in the same frame or in a shot directly preceding/after it.

Ahh I’m reminded again about how Chakotay’s a former terrorist but was probably the most rule-abiding person on Voyager. There’s probably a higher chance of Tuvok agreeing to a plan involving ship stealing than Chakotay.

Ascencia has the worst (best) timing. Doesn’t realise that by attacking she’s given Janeway an ironclad legally bulletproof reason to ignore Starfleet orders and to continue with the mission (HER mission). Don’t get in the way of a Janeway who’s just been told they’re going to split up her crew. Ascencia may think she has a near-omniscient time traveler as a trump card but he didn’t tell her to wait x days until Janeway was locked up in her office before declaring war with the Federation!

Just the idea of Janeway sitting behind a desk is making me itch.

Obviously Ascencia couldn’t know about Jellico’s orders, but she really hasn’t studied Janeway enough (both during the time she infiltrated the crew of the Dauntless + any reading she did while in Starfleet). It’s interesting that just by the coincidence that Janeway was the highest in command on the ship Ascencia infiltrated, Janeway morphs into a representation of all of Starfleet in Ascencia's eyes and thus has turned almost Ascencia's entire focus of revenge towards Janeway. Notably, the other revenge target is Gwyn (Ilthuran's betrayal) and though that's definitely 95% personal/5% mission, she acts no different with Janeway. She's taking pleasure in seeing Janeway suffer, so similar to how she takes personal joy in Gwyn's suffering. Even more interesting is that Chakotay, the guy who foiled the future!Vau Na'kat plans with the Protostar, was right there in view when she videocalled Janeway. She must know of him, but she didn’t react to him at al-- just to Janeway & Gwyn (Or maybe that confrontation is for a later episode).

I’m loving Dal gaining some respect from the other Nova cadets. NOT loving that they’ve been sent off to battle

So many Tom Paris mentions (yay) but what i really want is a Harry mention....... please

Right, that's what I forgot about in episode 13: Jankom helping Zero through their body deteriorating is everything to me………"I just want to feel like... me." aaaaaaaaaaa

Dal has grown so much! I can’t believe he’s the one to put the gang at ease and reassure them that the Federation might better equipped to fix everything. No doubt that all the competent, trustworthy adults Dal has met since boarding the Protostar have had their hand in this change. Again, I really love that the Prodigy writers chose to have the S2 adults treat the children with respect, so we get moments like these.

God that space battle was so exciting! After so many Voyager-A crewmembers were killed by the Loom, it was so nerve-wracking seeing them sit there dead in the water! I for sure thought Tysess was a goner!

Zerooooooooooooo!! A harrowing experience and sacrifice worthy of any of the "adult" Star Trek shows!!! π_π Zero’s new suit is so nice! It's even crafted "from" the Protostar by Jankom, couldn't be nicer! Also I really like how this episode resolved the whole corporeal-noncorporeal binary with Zero settling on not one or the other, but something new and unique in between. Good for them!

(Too bad they can’t eat anymore, but if original Voyager’s crew is anything to go by, Tuvix’s food was the best anyone has ever eaten so after experiencing that, there’s nothing to beat that I suppose)

Maj'el is pretty bold doing that in front of everyone! Teenage "who cares" mentality or is that hypothesis about "unhinged" Vulcans ending up in Starfleet true?

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Two more illegal immigrants accused of crimes were arrested by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) on Martha's Vineyard on the same day recently, the latest migrants apprehended on the affluent islands off the coast of Cape Cod in Massachusetts.

On Sept. 17, ICE's Enforcement and Removal Operations (ERO) Boston team tracked down a 36-year-old Brazilian fugitive to Oak Bluffs who was wanted by his own country's authorities and skipped out on a 10-year prison sentence for drug trafficking, officials said.

"This fugitive was convicted of international drug crimes in Brazil, and instead of serving his debt to society, he chose to run and hide on Martha’s Vineyard," said ERO Boston acting Field Office Director Patricia H. Hyde.

"Our officers are the best in the world at finding people who don’t want to be found. ERO Boston will continue our mission to prioritize public safety by apprehending and removing egregious noncitizen offenders from our New England communities."

Wealthy, Liberal Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard See 6 Ice Arrests In One Month, Including Ms-13 Gang Member

The Brazilian was lawfully admitted into the country in Orlando, Florida, on March 7, 2020, but violated the terms of his legal admission, ICE said. However, unbeknownst to immigration officials who admitted him, he had been sentenced to more than 10 years in prison by a Brazilian court on May 10, 2012.

Also on Sept. 17, the agency arrested a 50-year-old Salvadoran national wanted by his own country's authorities for crimes against humanity who had been hiding out in the Martha's Vineyard town of Tisbury.

"This Salvadoran fugitive is wanted by authorities in his native country to face some extremely serious and disturbing allegations," Hyde said in a release, which did not identify the 50-year-old suspect. "He attempted to hide out in Massachusetts and escape the law in his home country. He posed a substantial threat to the residents of Martha’s Vineyard. ERO Boston will continue to prioritize public safety in all of our New England communities by arresting and removing egregious noncitizen offenders."

Nantucket Parents Fear For Children Amid Spike In Migrant Crime: 'As A Father, It Truly Scares Me'

The Salvadoran was apprehended by U.S. Border Patrol on Nov. 27, 1994, after he crossed the U.S. border near Harlingen, Texas. On June 21, 1995, an immigration judge ordered his deportation back to El Salvador.

Years later, on July 6, 2003, the same man was convicted of disorderly conduct in a Portland, Maine Superior Court and sentenced to a fine and court costs.

Officers with ERO Boston arrested the man in 2009 but released him on an order of supervision via the Alternatives to Detention program, the agency said.

The program, which began in 2004, "uses [monitoring] technology and case management to ensure noncitizen compliance with release conditions, court hearings and final orders of removal," according to the agency.

However, he violated the terms of the program, was apprehended by the agency again on May 18, 2010 and was deported a second time on June 20, 2011.

The man remains in ERO custody. The nature of his crimes in his own country and the timing of his arrest there are unclear.

ICE told Fox News that it did not release the identities of the two men arrested on Sept. 17 because the charges stem from their home countries, and revealing their identities could give their legal representation cause to complain that they can’t receive a fair trial if their identities are exposed.

Fear Grips Idyllic Nantucket Amid Migrant Crime Spike: 'A Lot Of Bad People'

The two arrests are the latest on the wealthy, liberal islands of Martha's Vineyard and Nantucket. On Sept. 3, 24-year-old Brazilian illegal immigrant Warley Neto was arrested on Martha's Vineyard. According to ERO Boston, he faces five counts of raping a Massachusetts minor after he entered the United Stated illegally at the Paso Del Norte border region of Texas in 2018.

In Nantucket on Sept. 10, 28-year-old Salvadoran migrants Bryan Daniel Aldana-Arevalo and Elmer Sola – both accused of sex crimes against children – were taken into custody by the agency.

The next day, the agency arrested Brazilian immigrant Gean Do Amaral Belafronte, who was charged with indecent assault and battery on a person 14 years or older, on the island.

Felix Alberto Perez-Gomez from Guatemala, 41, was also arrested on the island that day, and allegedly committed a sex crime against a Nantucket resident.

On Sept. 12, documented MS-13 gang member Angel Gabriel Deras-Mejia of Salvador was arrested on Nantucket, according to the agency.

[personinthepalace]

I saw a local production of Legally Blonde the Musical today!

One of the local high schools in my city (my old school's "rival" in fact haha) is doing a production of Legally Blonde, and I went to see it today! I'm a huge lbtm fan, but this was my first time seeing a live production, and it was honestly very good!! I am very passionate about the door discourse so I was highly anticipating that moment in the ballad. And this production passed the test! As soon as I saw that they were wheeling out the door during that number, I was silently freaking out to my friend haha. Anyway here are some other random notes/thoughts that I had about the production:

Real dogs! Rufus was a golden retriever, and when he came out, the show paused for a bit bc of the applauding haha. Rufus also listened to Kyle's command to sit which was quite cute haha A HUGE ensemble (it's high school so it makes sense). But they bring back the ensemble for like every possible song Elle was great - she used some vibrato and trills during her solos. Most of So Much Better was kinda a mess (backing music/ensemble not really lining up well), but OMIGOD she held out that last note just like LBB did on bway so huge props to her! Warner was a good singer not as strong as the other leads but he has the best expression/acting choices - more on that later Serious: they didn't do the accidental proposal pose which I thought was a missed joke The violinist during Serious walked back out with some great sad acting after Elle left before playing the last notes of the song (I thought that she was someone from the orchestra but they were actually part of the ensemble so that was cool!) What You Want: Elle's white outfit was cute!! They used the "Jet Blue" line! The actors' school photos for the Elle x Warner poster which I thought was funny haha Harvard variations: they got rid of Sandeep's character so the song was shorter Aaron Sholtz and Enid Hoops were played by butch actors which was cool! Bruiser now loves the Bachelor Emmett - the actor playing him (who my sister knew from elementary school) is such a perfect emmett! Looks exactly like how one would imagine him haha Background acting: Emmett introducing himself to the students and shaking their hands while Elle and Vivienne had their first interaction in class Blood in the water: Callahan was also a very good singer. I think this was one of the strongest number of the show. They also added grey to his hair He was kinda touching Enid during his lines with her but she kept on pushing his hand away from her - foreshadowing! Paulette was amazing!!! I think she might be my favorite actor in the show. She sounds EXACTLY like Orfeh did on bway. Also asian representation!! Ireland - she killed it obviously - seriously amazing!! (though she did accidentally came in early at one part). The lyrics are different from the bway version though (they were about her grandpa) Playboy bunny costume - they added a little tutu to it which was cute! Enid sat near them near the end of this scene (in preparation for Elle stealing her glasses). She tries to drink from a bottle but Warner took it away from her and drank it instead Chip On My Shoulder: Elle wears Emmett's jacket! Emmett saying he hadn't slept since 1998 killed me bc this kid is definitely younger than me haha Elle and Emmett don't do any secret handshakes though :( Elle sat next to Warner during her squealing exit and I loved that so much haha Reclaiming Rufus scene: Elle ran back on stage and threw her arms around Emmett and Paulette - I am here for this trio friendship When Dewey re-exited the trailer and saw Elle, he twirled his long hair

So Much Better, as I said before, was sadly not the strongest number but I do like that Elle's parents appear offstage when she called them. And Elle held out that last note!! Once again no Elle x Emmett secret handshake :(

(Part 2 will continue in a reblog bc apparently I hit the character limit LOL)

[gofancyninjaworld]

Could you imagine how it’d feel to get a life altering surgery without your consent and when you wake up your doctors are like “Yeah we’re nowhere near as good as that other guy though” about air

Heh, well, you've saved me starting a meta post.

This is indeed one of the follow ups for the wordy, but important bonus chapter. When body modification has been suggested, heroes have said, 'talk to my lawyer, motherfucker,' and the hapless executive being pressured to pressure them to accept has agreed -- he's trying to transfer elsewhere.

So, no question where heroes stand on forced 'improvements': no dice. They'll take on what works for them and that's that.

This is a nice, evil edge case. So Air has been shot clean through the throat and out his spine: a grevious injury indeed. Massive points to the helicopter crew for getting him to the nearest hospital alive!

While ideally you talk to a patient and get their informed consent before giving any drugs or doing any surgery, where the person is unable to give consent, there's a case for doing surgeries where not operating is unethical in that failing to intervene would result in death or major disability.

A lot of the surgery he needed was indeed life-saving. Repairing severed nerves: absolutely. Looks like that's the C4 vertebra: failing to repair that damage is to condemn Air to being a quadriplegic. It's beyond our technology to repair at the moment, but there's a lot of progress being made in nerve repair with artificial guides. One thing we've learned: time is of essence. There's a very narrow window in which severed nerves are willing to regenerate; after that, the inflammation and scarring that sets in actively prevents healing. The bone itself will need reconstruction: that may well take an artificial/bone mix to piece back together and have it be strong enough to work right away. Blood vessels? Absolutely need repairing. Fortunately, the largest blood vessels aren't center-line or he'd be dead. Damaged muscles? Very fiddly. Needs repair. Oesephagus? Yes, being able to swallow isn't really optional: if that can be repaired there and then, it should be.

Not optional: being able to breathe. HOWEVER, you don't need to be able to speak. A stoma would suffice perfectly well. That's where the life-altering surgery comes in. Rather than do the life-saving surgery, letting Air recover, and then discussing his options for larynx and trachea repair, the Hero Association has gone right ahead, called in some shady-ass 'doctors' and made decisions that they have no business making. And it looks like the extent of the visible prosthetics is far more than you could functionally justify.

I know that heroes are tough and heal incredibly quickly, but even so, damn... talk about an incredibly quick and excellent functional repair.

As the bonus chapter has shown, heroes have a keen sense of their humanity and know their way to legal representation. This is probably not going to go well for the Hero Association. Good. They have it coming.

It'll take the cost, the judicial censure, and the negative publicity -- maybe even criminal penalties -- for the board at the HA to get it through their heads that, yes, there's nothing wrong with body modification, but there's everything wrong with changing a person without their consent.

Ah well, that's not the only ethical thing the HA is getting wrong.

[smalllonelyegg]

My Own Headcanon to Echani Society bc Why TF Not

Most of this was kinda drafted up by me for the sake of a half Echani OC who went from merely lashing out however she could vs the Empire to attempting to nationbuild, as well as grow as a person, and learn to find value in living, so a lot of it was considered with that in mind, and as such it will not be particularly applicable for your purposes. May this serve more as loose inspiration or an alternate take at best. Also warning Eshan here is meant to be *terrible.*

Echani Command was not merely subservient to the Empire, but enjoyed a position of privilege by them. In exchange for treating Imperial officials equivalent to high caste Echani, including access to training in the Echani martial arts, they enjoy relative freedom, being allowed to maintain their own law enforcement, prevent their businesses being nationalized, and generally enjoyed a lax, comparatively unsupervised, existence under imperial rule

Eshan itself is a colonialist planet, having taken the other of the "Six Sisters" in order to exploit their resources

Echani rule was dictated largely by eugenics. People were sorted into castes depending on supposed "genetic worth," a remnant of their time as an experiment of the Arkanians. Low caste echani face various socio-political hurdles, such as access to education and autonomy

Echani of any variety are not permitted to choose their own romantic or sexual partners. Marriage is based on computations over ideal genetic combinations, and are limited to within a caste. To break this is to drop to the lowest rung of the caste system, along with the offspring of such combinations, and those who openly sympathize and teach low caste people.

Battle, other than a means of communication, is seen as a test of "genetic value." To succeed in combat is to show you are of greater worth than your opponent.

While it becomes frequent for low caste people to enlist in Imperial Academy to escape from the burdens it provides, it carries some degree of social stigma, as while imperials are treated as high caste in a legal sense, in addition to xenophobia leading to a sense of superiority to imperials, low ranking officers and conscripts are often seen as "not worthy" of these privileges. These generally go unsaid, privileged as Command is, imperial rule still holds true.

In addition to the assigned Imperial Governor, leadership was held by High Council, with each member effectively serving as an autocrat over the system they represent- though they still would post their own governors to manage on a smaller scale

Position of Councilor may be won in ritual combat with the current holder of said position. While nothing legally prevented lower caste members doing this, combat education beyond the very basics was limited based on caste, such that in effect only the highest castes may possibly claim rulership. This all builds to a symbolic representation of "genetic purity"- where combat prowess is seen as a measure of genetic strength, to be councilor is to assert genetic superiority over all but the other councilors

Combat is primarily conceived of as dialectics materialized, where strength in combat is representative of the strength of a party's ideals. To win is to let your convictions be heard, and while all but the most traditionalist echani judges find victory in combat something that binds one to action legally, to not follow the victor is seen as incredibly cowardly

While High castes are given a theoretically large amount of freedom, they nonetheless face great social pressures, as deviance from social norm is highly associated with "poor genetics" pressure is thus applied to "perform genetic value"

More lighthearted

Eshan's surface is near uninhabitable due to its scorching sun, a white star named Esh. As a result, nearly all life there dwells in the vast cave system spanning the entire planet beneath its surface

Due to the nature of Eshan, much of Echani diet is centered on fungi. Mushroom stew is an incredibly common dish, with many households having their own unique takes on how it should be made

Most animals on Eshan are insects, though many have evolved to convergently resemble other creatures such as mammals at a glance. Traditional Echani armor, though almost never seen outside museums, are made of their exoskeletons, being flexible, though still durable

Echani diplomats and senators are very frequently taught they *can't* challenge people to a duel. This has to be heavily stressed

Echani funeral garb is white, while the garb of the deceased is to be black

Weapons of Echani firedancers are often derived from farming or foraging tools, such as sickle like tools that were designed to scrape lichens from rock- This is allegedly because of a legendary farmer who, upon finding his village razed by bandits, killed all of them with a scythe. It is said his rage burned hotter than the burning village homes

Echani alertness can be a double edged blade- horror stories can get an extreme reaction from even seasoned echani warriors. Offworlders who bring holovids have often been told to ensure any media like that is to be hidden or disposed of

Many Echani clothes are constructed out of silk created from the cocoons of a particular species of insect. These clothes are often designed to be quick to take off, should a fight start and they prove too restrictive. Most Echani do not see any possible symbolism from this, coincidental or otherwise

Post war, many echani writers ruminated on the nature of battle droids. In a culture where combat serves as a form of communication, what is to be said of constructs who don't have any larger point to communicate, who simply fight because it was what they were made and ordered to do. Many echani tend to be put off by these droids, who come across as uncanny.

Echani made products used to fetch high prices in galactic markets, often being handmade artisanal products of high quality. As automation developed more and more, however, these items became more and more novelty: armies could be armed with state of the art blasters for the price demanded for a set of echani vibroswords. Echani attempts to automize struggled, often being low quality, not only in comparison to their specialty items but also in comparison to other similar competitors. As a result, Eshans economy began to center more and more on raw materials. Ironically, some of the biggest consumers of echani materials is MadalMotors.

[splendidissimus]

2012 - To The Pain

((Content warning: Cruciatus torture, beating / physical abuse of a vulnerable person, graphic bloody torture))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober 2023: day 18: Tortured for information ))

Genre: whump

Romance level: negligible

Angst level: 2/5

Draco's headspace: defiant / calculating

((words: ~4000))

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Discretion was the nature of Draco's business. The specifics of his business varied from client to client — the two most common asks were legal advice or representation, or money, but he really appreciated more interesting challenges and would engage with basically anything that wasn't outright Dark — but the desire for discretion was near universal. To that end, he wasn't surprised when he got a terribly mysterious message asking for an appointment after most of the rest of Diagon Alley was shut down and with the utmost privacy, but he was intrigued. 

He came back alone to the office at midnight, after his secretary was long gone for the day. His health was well enough he could leave Theo to his work instead of bothering him for an escort; he had only a mild cough that the tea basically suppressed and, while he may not be able to walk much more than the length of the corridor at a go, it wasn't a large office and he had no problems staying upright at the moment. He found that the portrait of Elizabethan Lucius that hung in his father's study and watched the house had followed to the frame here, feigning complete disinterest that was rather undermined by the fact that he was there and didn't need to be. The manor must be boring this time of night. Unfortunately for him, privacy meant privacy, and the portrait sniffed disdain at his apologetic noises as he covered the frame with a muffling cloth. 

He was making tea from the charmed pot when he heard the bell that announced a visitor coming through the Vanishing Portal from Hogsmeade. "This way," he called, without looking but with his eye on the mirror that was positioned so he could see the door, as he poured a second cup. 

It was a solid, rough-bearded wizard of maybe a little more than his age who opened the door. He looking passingly familiar, and Draco was automatically reaching for the wand he'd set down beside the tea as he tried to identify him. 

"Expelliarmus!" 

Draco erected a shield spell with barely a thought; the attack ricocheted off and knocked several books from his shelves, and he turned around, lifting his wand…

And the wizard's fist slammed into his jaw and sent him sprawling to the floor. 

"Yeah, knew you was a duellist." The wizard stepped on his arm and snatched his wand out of his hand. For good measure, he stomped on his hand, and Draco let out a noise as he felt it crunch. Sharp pain travelled up through his wrist. "Don't do much good against the Muggle kind, do it?" 

And now he recognised him. "Gerald Vick." Husband of one Mary Vick nee Patternel, who had engaged him a bit over a month previously to help her disappear, in large part due to her husband's violent tendencies; he'd seen him in a picture taken by the investigator who did background on his clients. He pushed himself up to sit against the cupboard, holding his broken hand gingerly. "Your wife's not here."

"That's what we're here to talk about." He pulled out Draco's chair and sprawled in it, wand levelled at him. Draco realised he wasn't sure where his own wand had gone. "I know the little bitch came to you. Now you're gonna tell me where she went." 

"I am not." Draco's attention fell to his desk behind Vick without actually moving his eyes. After the escaped Death Eater incident, he had installed an alarm for precisely these sorts of situations, a device rigged up of Protean and cosmetic charms that would activate copies with Theo and at home. But it was under his desk. If he could get to it… 

Bright red sparks shot into the cupboard beside his head, and he flinched his face away. 

"You are," Vick said. "Only question's how much's it gonna hurt before you do." 

He wasn't going to tell him — but if he could talk his way out of any more pain, that would be ideal. "Allow me to save you the trouble." He looked back at Vick again levelly. "You wife is under the protection of the Fidelius Charm — the ancient spell that locks her secret into a single living soul. No amount of threat or torture is ever going to get her location. You will never find her."

"Fuck!" Vick exploded out of the chair and kicked him viciously, screaming obscenities. Pain erupted through his sides, up his arms; he managed to hide his face but it got him in the back of the head, and he ended up curled on the floor, hiding behind his arms, a little noise escaping his throat with every new pain. 

If only the entire office weren't Muffled, for discretion, someone might have heard…

Eventually his attacker moved on to the furniture. Draco stayed where he was, trying to catch his breath with every movement of his chest squeezing pain from his ribs, listening to things being thrown around his office. Vick was demanding to know where the supposed records were. As though Draco's name wasn't 'Malfoy'. 

Something hit the wall above him and shattered into a shower of ceramic shards that rained down over his hair. "Alright, new plan." Vick grabbed his arm and yanked — Draco cried out in pain, that was obviously broken too — and pulled him halfway to sitting up. "Maybe you didn't write shit down, but you know who's got her secret. That's what you're gonna tell me." 

"I can't imagine why your wife wanted to leave," Draco said faintly. "You're so powerful when you're beating up a wandless invalid half your weight. Who wouldn't be impressed?" 

Vick threw him back so his head slammed into the wall, and he groaned and held it. Maybe one of these years he'd learn to keep his mouth shut. 

"Start talking." Draco lifted his eyes to see Vick was holding his wand on him. "Or I start taking off pieces." 

Draco considered the wand, then leaned his head back on the wall again. "Give it up," he said, with a weak cough to try to get breathing more deeply. "You're not going to kill me. I'm not going to tell you anything. I've been put under the Cruciatus by Voldemort… What do you really think you can offer?" 

It was one part truth, two parts bluster, and one more part self-talk. He could feel his old constant companion fear trying to take hold and he had to logic himself out of it. Even if absolutely nothing else went right, in five or six hours, his secretary would be in… He could handle being yelled at and kicked around for six hours. 

This wasn't like Voldemort. It wasn't like Rowle. This had an endpoint, a goal, a way to win. Focus on that. 

"That's a real interesting assumption." Vick grabbed him by the collar and lifted him to his feet; he gave a small sound of pain, but managed to get his feet under him, using mostly the wall for support. "That I'm not gonna kill you." 

Draco studied his face; they were about the same height. Watery, red eyes. Bad breath. He was at least half drunk. He tracked his wand without actually looking at it. It wasn't steady either. "You're not," he said confidently. "You might've been dangerous to her in a fit of pique, but premeditation doesn't suit you." 

Vick grinned sharply. "Shows what y—"

Draco didn't care what Vick was saying, or what he himself had to say to get him to; the point was to get him smug and relaxed. When he sensed the wand drooping, he lashed out with his left hand, snatching for the wand, and pushed back away from him along the wall. He didn't have the strength to pull it away entirely, but they were both holding the wand, and he was the more prepared; he twisted it toward Vick and yelled "Confundo!" 

It missed. The spell whiffed past Vick's head and ricocheted off the far wall. Vick yanked his wand back, Draco lost his balance, and then Vick punched him in the face, then again, and he fell to the ground, dazed and his head exploding with pain. 

"You done?" Vick kicked him onto his back and planted a foot in the middle of his chest, and leaned on it, wand arm resting on his knee. Draco choked desperately, weakly shoving and hitting his leg to try to move him, even using his broken arm, panicking for any air. 

Vick ignored him. "We're gonna try this again." He leaned more weight into his chest. A pitiful noise squeezed out of Draco's throat, a high whistling squeak that came out between the last of his air. His chest felt like his ribcage was about to explode. "You're gonna tell me how to find my wife, or I'm gonna kill you, real… fucking… slow." 

Draco shook his head, weakly and desperately. Vick shoved off his chest; the force made something crack, but the weight was off his chest and now he could start to breathe again. He clawed at the collar of his robes to pull it down, like that would help, dragging in a thick gulp of air that made his entire chest burn with pain, and then cough it back out in whimpering hacks. He couldn't breathe for coughing, he couldn't cough for pain, he couldn't breathe through the pain…

He tried curling up in a painful ball, but Vick grabbed him by the broken arm and yanked him back with a weak cry. 

"Now." Vick crouched beside him, wand dangling over him. "You know who's got my wife's secret?"

Draco nodded without trying to speak, eyes closed, still fighting with his breath. 

"Good." Vick patted his rapidly-swelling cheek right where he'd been punching him. "Who?"

He didn't respond or even bother to look at him. 

Vick's wand tip laid against his arm, then with a quick slash and the word "Diffindo," he laid a ragged gash down the length of his upper arm. Draco had just enough breath to cry out in surprised pain, rolling over to grip the wound. It wasn't clean and smooth, it felt torn, ripped into the flesh. The edges of the torn sleeve were frayed and rough and that showed how he used the spell. 

Vick gripped his jaw and turned his face up, shaking his head to make him look at him. "Take me seriously now?" 

Draco gulped in a painful lungful of air managed to control it. "I'm listening." 

"Funny how quick that happens." He smirked. "Go on then." 

"It's been… a month…" He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing as deeply as the pain shooting through his chest would let him. The blood was flowing freely through his fingers, and that was concerning. He couldn't take many more like that. He didn't have enough blood to spare. "I don't have it… on the top of my head." 

"Someone's a fuckin' liar." He moved his wand toward Draco's chest.

Draco flinched and tried to twist away from him. "No, stop! I'm not lying." He moved his bloody hand up to grip his hair. "Do you realise…" he had to breathe, "...how many times you've hit me in the head? Already had problems…" 

"Need help remembering, do you?" The wand wandered toward his face. 

Draco cringed back and put his hand between his face and the wand. "Notes, in my desk. I'll get it." 

"I've been all through your desk." He gripped Draco's jaw to turn his face to the upended drawers with their contents scattered on the floor. 

He pushed his hand to try to get it off. "Missed the false drawer." 

"Secrets inside of lies with you Malfoy's, ain't it?" He pushed himself up to his feet, but Draco only had breathing space for a second. Then Vick grabbed him by the front of his robes and hauled him to his feet, dragging him toward the desk. 

Draco cried out and couldn't stay up, stumbling back to his knees, curled up over himself with his breath shaking. He really couldn't get up. It was all pain. How many broken ribs, how many internal injuries? Were his lungs still whole, and if so, how many more times of being tossed around until they weren't? Vick may or may not actually intend to kill him, but at this rate he stood a very real chance of killing him by accident. 

"Get up." Vick kicked him in the side.

"It hurts," he panted. "I can't stand. Need my chair…" He waved vaguely toward where Vick had taken it. 

"Anything else I can get you, princess?" He grabbed the chair to drag it back.

While his back was turned, Draco reached up under the desk, fingers searching for the alarm. Activating it would require a spell, and while he normally wouldn't have needed his wand to do it, properly done wandless magic required intense mental focus, which he wasn't capable of when he was in this much pain and duress. But once he had it, he could worry about that part.

His fingertips pried free the coin-sized item, but he wasn't quite quick enough dropping his hand — he sensed Vick's attention just before the chair slammed into him and sent him sprawling with a cry, sliding on loose parchments scattered on the floor. The alarm skittered unseen out of his hand and vanished somewhere in the mess. "You got another wand stuck up in there, do you?" He stomped on his broken arm, drawing a weak scream. "Think you can play me?" 

He opened his eyes and studied him, then painfully rolled up on his knees. "I know I can play you," he panted, holding his arm against his chest and curled defensively around his injuries, pushing himself away, fingers groping around in the scattered papers to try to find it. "I told you upfront I wasn't going to tell you anything… yet you still believed me…"

"Depulso!" 

Draco flinched behind his better arm and was thrown off the floor, slammed into the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the plaster, with every bruise and broken bone screaming in symphony, and then collapsed in a shaking heap of pain. Don't throw up, don't throw up… He could tell already how much it would hurt if he threw up… 

Vick lifted him off his face by the back of his hair, and he moaned, trying not to move, but forced to at least lift his head. He found himself looking up at the covered portrait on the opposite wall. 

Proper wandless magic required intense focus, focus he wasn't capable of when he was in pain. But improper wandless magic… that just required letting himself go. 

Before he could think more about it, he flung his left hand toward the portrait, throwing his willpower with it. 

His magic ripped the portrait off the wall, and tore down the shelves beside it and sent books and decorative pieces pelting the pair of them in a hail of blunt objects. But it also ripped the cover off the painting, exposing it to the room.

The portrait tumbled end over end into the room, teetered on its corner, threatening to land uselessly face down on the floor, and then finally fell to rest leaning forward against the side of the desk where the inhabitant could see and hear the state of the room. 

But the frame was empty. 

Of course it was, his ancestor had no reason to sit around in a dark frame he couldn't see or hear from. He had just hoped.

He cried out as a gash ripped across his back. Then he was thrown onto his back, and the combined pain of his injuries conspired to paralyse his breath and voice, not even allowing him to cry out for it. 

"Let me know when you got something to say." Vick laid another ragged gash down the inside of his left arm, bone-deep, to stop him using it again. And then one straight through the palm of his left hand. Draco gathered enough breath to wheeze, trying to twist away from it. 

Vick studied his face for a long minute. Draco didn't know if he liked what he saw there, but it seemed unlikely. He held him down in a way he hadn't before, one hand pressing down his shoulder and pinning his leg with one of this feet, and set his wand against his stomach. Draco shook his head,pushing ineffectually at his wand with his mangled hands; it didn't matter. Vick said the incantation and dragged the wand over his stomach, so, so slowly. The agony pulled out a scream he wouldn't have thought he had the breath for. 

His clumsy hands clutched desperately at the stomach wound to try to hold it closed, to keep his guts on the inside where they belonged. It was a losing battle; he could feel a loop of entrails slipping between his fingers. Vick lifted his wand back into his line of sight, and there was actually blood on the tip of it. There was so much blood. He could taste it. Didn't have six hours now — probably didn't have one. Even a person whose blood would clot on its own wouldn't be able to handle this.

"Tell you…"

"Go ahead." Vick looked at his face expectantly, wand tracing slow circles above his chest. 

"…having to say the incantation, every time… makes you look childish…"

Face contorted in fury, Vick threw the spell into his chest, raking a deep gash across him. He choked and coughed a fine mist of blood into Vick's face. 

Really, that was on him for expecting that this time Draco was going to say something useful instead of something smart… 

Vick kicked him in the stomach — Draco barely had the strength to scream as the gash was ripped open further — and stomped on his chest. "I guess I'm gonna do this the hard way." He punctuated the words with kicks around his torso and head. "Start at the top and work down. Start with her parents, those old friends she used to have. Think you're so fucking smart, don't you? I don't need you, you're not gonna help an—"

"Crucio!" 

Vick immediately twisted to the ground, screaming; there was no space between the sound of father's voice calling out the curse and the sound of his tormentor being tormented. That was nice. After a few seconds, Draco raised his hand weakly to show his father he was alive, and to stop him. 

The sound of the screaming was replaced with "Stupefy," as his father came into the room, Stunning Vick unconscious. Then "Incarcerus," to bind him. He cast the counter to the Entrail-Expelling Curse — smart, Draco might not have thought of it, though without some powerful healing they weren't going to stay there. 

He crouched beside him in the pool of blood, hand on his chest briefly, probably checking his heart and breathing. "You're going to live," he said, in his way that was not an observation, it was a spell, impressing his will into the world. 

Draco nodded. "Aurors," he panted weakly. "Aurors first." 

"This is more important." He summoned Draco's lap blanket from the mess of the room and pressed it, folded into a thick pad, against the gaping wound on his stomach to try to staunch the bleeding. 

"Now." The effort of that made him cough and the spasms made the bleeding worse. 

His father considered with narrowed eyes, then looked over at the leaning portrait. "Nott?"

"Already on his way." Elizabethan ancestor Lucius smoothed his beard into an even finer point. "In fact…"

The signature waft of the floo was heard in the reception room, and then Theo's quick strides to the doorway. He immediately swore and came to his side; his father nodded and made space for him. "Two of these immediately." It was a blood replenishing potion he held and helped him drink. 

The immediate effect was that all of his wounds veritably poured blood, like it was running straight through him, but that was why there were two. With his healing resistance, it wasn't going to be a simple matter of spells to hold him together. The potions would at least mean the blood loss didn't kill him while they were working on it.

"All right." Theo touched his hair. "You can hear me?" He nodded. "Good. I'm leaving you another potion. Don't let yourself get lightheaded. I'm going to get help, I'll get Pye called in so he's ready by the time we get you to St Mungo's." 

"Take your time…" Draco invited breathlessly. 

"Hush." He ran his hand over his hair. "I'll be right back." He left his side and in a second Draco heard him calling out the name of the hospital in the floo.

And then, for a moment, the room was empty, still, and silent. Draco was alone. His father had left without drawing attention to it, and Vick was still unconscious and bound. Slowly, he pushed himself into a painful seated position against the wall for a little bit of pride, panting shallowly between wet, bloody coughs and trying to keep his intestines in.

A voice from near the desk proved he wasn't quite completely alone. "Have we learned a lesson about covering portraits, hm?" 

"I'll have to think about my policy," he allowed. Portrait-Lucius harrumphed. "Thank you."

"Better. Now don't go and die, it would be disruptive." 

"I'll try." 

Soon enough, the quiet was disrupted by the bell over the street door, and his office became a flurry of activity again. His father returned with a pair of Aurors, Janssen and a young woman he didn't know. She made a disturbed sound, probably at all the blood, and Janssen had her collect Vick and get him back on his feet. He was argumentative as soon as he was conscious, yelling that they didn't have anything on him and he was being held prisoner unlawfully.

"Gerald Vick," Draco supplied the Aurors. "Hunting down his wife… who does not want to be found…" 

"I didn't lay a hand on her." He fought as she started dragging him toward the door, and saw Lucius calmly observing. "Arrest him! Malfoy! That son of a whore used an Unforgivable Curse! He used the Cruciatus on me!" 

"That was me," Draco corrected breathlessly. "By accident. Had problems controlling my magic… St Mungo's can confirm… Normally use my wand to control it, but he took it…"

The Auror woman rifled Vick's clothes. She had presumably already gathered his wand from the floor and hadn't thought to search him. "White, about ten inches?" 

"That's it…" She made to return it to him, but he lifted his mangled hands to show he couldn't really take it, nodding toward his father instead. That had the not-entirely-unintentional side effect of exposing some of the wound on his stomach as the sodden blanket slipped. She muttered that she was going to be sick, and handed off his wand to his father. 

"I'll take whatever punishment is deemed appropriate, of course…" 

At the same time, the Mediwizard team from the hospital was flooing in. He held up a hand to keep them back and beckoned for Janssen to come close; he took hold of his arm to pull him even closer when he stopped at a normal distance. "Daniella Paradiso is Mary Vick," he whispered into his ear, then let him go and spoke in a normal tone, or what passed for one at the moment. "Let her know her secret's safe… and I can lift the charm if she'd like to give evidence…" 

"You?" Vick suddenly struggled against his bindings and the Auror holding him back, almost breaking free. "You were the secret-keeper all along?" 

Draco painfully but with immense satisfaction lifted two fingers at him, then rested his head back against the wall, allowing Theo and the healer team to come tend to him now.

[thewardenofwinter]

Hi Morana!

How are you doing? How is the writing going, what are you up to?

Greetings Sam, thank you so much for this ask! I've been meaning to do a little update for a while and this gives me a perfect excuse lol

On life (tw for mentions of illness):

It's still very hectic at the moment which hasn't really allowed me time to pursue any creative avenues. I've been fighting off various illnesses since my younger brother started school because my immune system isn't used to all the germs he's around, including covid and strep, and on top of that there was a West Nile Virus outbreak in my state which my mom ended up catching and had to be hospitalized for a few days but she's doing a lot better now. We still have not found a place to live yet, but we managed to finagle two more months from our landlords to find a place since moving during the summer is damn near impossible when they rack up the prices and everything is being taken. There's also a lot going on in my more personal life that's left me quite stressed and lethargic. A little bright side though is that we also found two itty bitty stray kittens under a house and I had to take care of them for almost 2 weeks, but they ended up getting adopted which is great! They were both very cute gray tabbies like their mom, and they were technically my other cat Ivan's half-siblings. I've also got a queens of the stone age and hozier concert coming up soon which i am SO hyped for, my entire life has been In Times New Roman and Unreal Unearth for the past weeks.

On writing:

In the past few days, I've finally found some peace to write and draw some. I've been mainly focusing on The Resurrectioners and trying to get at least 50k words by the end of October. I've also been outlining The Stray Girls and trying to work on a cover in Photoshop (which i got recently totally legally, but i usually just use Clip Studio). I've sort of put What We Undertake on the backburner for now, it's not that i don't want to work on it or am burnt out, it's just that I'm not nearly as passionate about furthering the plot like I am with The Resurrectioners. I've sort of fallen into a hole of mythology and folktales about necromancy trying to learn more about the history behind its representation.

I've also gotten back into drawing now that I've actually had time to do so lol. Here’s some drawings I’ve gotten done recently!

(in order from left to right: Nazriya from The Resurrectioners, Circe from Give No Quarter, A quick sketch of Zekiah from The Resurrectioners, and a face study of Charlie Hunnam)

I've also put off studying Russian for a month or so and am trying to get back into my one-hour-a-day studying routine I had previously which is taking a toll on me to be honest lol. I bought the Curse of the Pharaohs DLC for AC Origins and I've also started to play Assassins Creed: Liberation for the first time and so far I'm loving both. I can't believe some people say it's the worst installment. I'm working on Aveline fanart as we speak.

But yeah! There's a little update, I'm going to be posting some of my writing soon/doing a few tag games to get back into the groove of things so watch out for those. Thanks again Sam for checking up on me and sending the ask!

[fuck-off-im-ace]

Warrior Nun Update │ January 10th edition

First of all, last i checked we reached at least 5,5 millions #SaveWarriorNun tweets! With the speed we’re going, we might be real close to 6M by the time i post this. To give yall an idea, i’ve heard that the Manifest fandom, who managed to get their show saved after a cancellation, did 10M in a year? Not sure how true that is, but it is what i heard! 

They were also big on signing the petition, which reached 100K signatures. We reached that goal at the end of december, we’re now at 104K last i checked. 

We’re also borrowing the Billboards strategy from the Wynonna Earp fandom. A Go Fund Me is still taking donations, the more we are the bigger the billboards will be! For legal reasons, we need fanart for them, so if you’re interested in getting your art out there or know someone who would do great representation, go to the Discord to get the specs! 

A lot of people all over the world are getting together with fellow fans that live near them to put up posters to publicise the effort. An Instagram account has been made to share WN things (such as art, memes, stories and more), i think there’s a tiktok account too, so go follow if you’re into that

If Twitter is more your thing, the wonderful team behind the Discord made a little game to get some quotes trending! Each day got its own sentence to get trending along with the general hashtag, like “For all nunkind”, “Just your job?” or “And my pleasure”. That last one was used by Simon himself on a tweet about keeping up the effort to get the show to a new home, so don’t give up hope! They know we’re still there, and they are working on this too. We have some fun ones for the next days, like “Lemon drop”, “Warrior Nun New Home” and “Love you Alba”, cause she deserves all the love. 

The admin team is giving a big effort in the general organisation of the fandom this week. They’re looking for artists for the billboards, video editors for publicity, but also for a ton of other skills! They need coders, tiktokers, data analysts, graphic designers, musicians and people that are real good with management. All the info is on the Discord, as usual.

Some good news, to make this less tedious: We won some shits! As i said in a previous post, Warrior Nun won “Show of the year” on the SpoilerTV poll! KTY won the performer of the month for december, and Alba the performer of the month for november. That puts them both in the “Performer of the year” poll! They are up against some really good and popular actors, so be sure to go vote for them both.

For the next weeks, the admin team is putting together more watch parties, fanfiction events, WN themed D&D, trivia nights, all sorts of fun! Not too late to join on the action if you’re not already in the Discord Server!

It is very important to know that tweets and other ways to publicise the show will not get us a renewal. Netflix doesnt care about a bunch of fans tweeting about it. What matters is views. All this is just to get the show noticed, cause Netflix sure as hell didnt spent a dollar on getting the show out there. So be sure to stream it, suggest it to friends, family and colleagues, and always always finish a season! What Netflix pays attention to is if people watch the show, and if they finish both season. 

To close this big ass post, i just want to remind everyone that Warrior Nun got cancelled less than a month ago. How incredible it is, that we managed to get all that done in a month. Couldn’t be prouder of us. 

[swagyna]

im so stressed out :(

a lawyer I was looking into, which I wasn't sold on anyways, tried to get me to drop my disability claim which is nearing a year old.

this guy said that they don't think I could build my case up enough before the hearing, which he guesstimated which would be in 9-10 months.

and instead, if I chose to work with them, drop the claim and continue treatment for another 6-12 months. and then contact this lawyer to have him work my case.

and he gave me no other options.

which. is just insane? the 9 to 10 month timeline before my hearing is plenty of time for me to get further testing and treatment and is within the timeline that they're asking for?? is that extra 2 to 3 months that big of a deal?

thankfully, SSA happened to call and they were super kind and let me know i didn't have to drop my claim. i can work with the judge assigned to my case to push the hearing back while we wait on neuropsych testing and then treatment to see if treatment has any effect.

i have to look for legal representation ASAP, but it's just so frustrating because the lawyer I just spoke with, I've been trying to get a clear answer from them for a month now. he kept calling and leaving incorrect information too!!

what a waste of my time.

[quordleona03]

Aliens in Glasgow

So I'm standing, in front of a seated assembly in Glasgow's SECC, behind a whole lot of recording equipment - I can't really see them, but I know that the crowd includes Nicola Sturgeon and our first visitor from the galactic federation. Another planet. An alien. She looks like a woman.

"Hello," I say, and there is a difficulty with the sound equipment not transmitting. The technician sets to work. The event manager gives me a pep talk. They're both men. I am to speak for five minutes without worrying about it; it's being recorded, they will cut, etc, as necessary. They are so sure I shouldn't panic that I begin to panic. I'm in front of a crowd and I dont't know what I'm going to say.

Suddenly, I realise this is a dream. And I can do lucid dreaming. Lucidly, I decide what I'm going to say.

Ladies and Gentlemen and Others, I was very honoured but quite surprised to be asked to speak to you today. You see, this is Glasgow…. and I'm from Edinburgh.

We're friendly rivals from a way back. Well, fairly friendly.

For example, when Glasgow became Europe's capital of culture for a year, the city council here paid for posters to be put up - Glasgow the Capital of Culture - around Edinburgh. During our international Festival.

I was also surprised because I thought, on an occasion like this, with our distinguished guest from another planet in the audience, you'd want someone really important, someone who really is involved in the government of Scotland - someone who kept us going through the darkest time of the coronvirus pandemic - Janey Godley.

But they asked me. So I want to talk a bit about what Glasgow means to us here in Scotland, as we welcome our friends from near and far.

When the outside world depicts Glasgow, often they go to the long-standing rivalry of certain football clubs. And they depict mobs of Glaswegian men in George Square getting drunk and doing roaring damage to a bit of the city's fabric and a lot of the city's reputation. But I want to celebrate another mob.

A few years ago, the UK Immigration police came, with their little van, to take two men, not born in Glasgow, refugees, or as they say here refuweegies, out of their home and to a prison, because an authority elsewhere had decided - without consulting the men or their legal representation - that they weren't "really" refugees, and they should be locked up unless they could prove they were. Immigration is reserved to the UK government, so these UK immigration police had the law and the constitutional settlement of the United Kingdom on their side.

A Glaswegian on a push bike spotted the van, and the two men being hustled into it, and he knew what it meant. So he and his bike got under the van. And he got on his mobile phone, this Glaswegian, and he called his friends, and his friends called friends, and the van couldn't move off because there was someone under it who wouldn't move - and then they found themselves surrounded, walled in, by a crowd of Glaswegians.

A very peaceful mob, this one. They just stood. Being Glaswegians, they shouted chants and they sang, but nobody stirred, nobody approached the van, nobody threw anything - everyone knew that if there was any violence, the army of mounted police just around the corner would have their excuse to move in, disperse the mob, and - once the man UNDER the van had had to move, he had no food or water with him - they could take the two refugees away. And for twelve mortal hours, that peaceful Glaswegian mob stood around the van, protecting those two refugees inside, and the police waited round the corner, waiting for an order from the Justice Secretary of Scotland to move. The then-Justice Secretary of Scotland, Humza Yousaf, was in negotiations with the junior Immigration Minister in London by video call, so we hear: Yousaf wouldn't give the order to send Scottish police against the peaceful crowd.

Well, eventually, the driver and the immigration police in the van had to give in. They had no food or water either. So the two refugees were let out of the van, and their lawyer met them and escorted them to the local mosque where they could have a well-deserved cup of tea - neither man was Muslim, but the mosque would have given them tea anyway - and go safe home. And the man with the bike got out from under the van at last, to find that everyone watching wanted to buy him a pint, and that's why I, from Edinburgh, love Glasgow. People make Glasgow.

Welcome to Glasgow, our friends from so very far away.