#Prisoner neglect

[carrot-felisidad]

What did they say about the thing when parents are awful, the children are very close and protective of one another?

*squints at Yunmeng Trio and Lan Brothers*

(and I feel like if Jin Zixuan gathered his brothers and Qin su, he would be an overprotective Da-ge, too)

[auschizm]

I have personal trauma with antipsychotics. At a point of slight instability, my psych insisted on doubling my dose of Olanzapine from 15mg to 30mg. The recommended max dose is 15mg. The dose I was on that year is literally called "chemical restraint" because it's mainly used to control extremely violent prisoners. Eventually my friend noticed what happened and got me down to a less debilitating dosage of the med, but I lost a year of my life to this "error." I literally don't remember the entirety of that YEAR. I wasn't there.

[tennessoui]

I just wanted you to know that pbatmb lives inin my head rentfree so often I randomly just think about it. Either the main fic or the Aus (like Amnesiewan) on tumblr. It's so good and whenever I reread it I get so obsessed about it again

omg you’re so brave I don’t even venture into the pbatmb tab cause so much goes on there there’s too many lil pbatmb aus housed under the same tag lmao (anakin gets amnesia, obi-wan gets amnesia, what if it was a/b/o - which turned into a fish hook an open eye of course)

but I was thinking about pbatmb today and I have to add like…what if obi-wan gets busy with politics (something pretty bird anakin is known to dislike) so anakin starts going to fighting rings again without permission (something mobi-wan is known to dislike)

And then during a fight some brash young non corrupted cop leads a team to bust up the ring anakin’s at and anakin gets arrested and he’s like wait I’m pretty sure this isn’t supposed to happen? and the cop gives him a long impassioned speech about being new to the city and touch on crime and how a new day is dawning on coruscant and anakins like huh. ok. can I have my phone call

And he of course calls Ahsoka because he doesn’t want to be the one to tell mobi-wan that he’s been arrested

so mobi-wan swans down and asks politely to meet with New Cop and his husband in the chief’s office which is a request that’s immediately granted and then he asks New Cop all friendly about the charges against his husband and hey, were there any witnesses?

and New Cop was like yes there were many witnesses

and obi-wan (pacing behind a sitting anakin) strokes anakin’s hair and is like ‘and do these witnesses understand that they’re accusing my anakin? Anakin kenobi?’)

and anakin preens and New Cop is like it doesn’t matter the name of the person they saw. it just matters what they saw

and obi-wan is like (pushing his fingers into anakin’s neck to the point of pain) how very cute. you must be new here.

and anakin is like you should ask the witnesses again what they saw 🥰🥰 I don’t think anyone will say they saw anakin kenobi 🥰🔪

[its-zaina]

Walid Daqqa, his daughter Milad, and Israel!

Today, Walid Daqqa was freed from his prison..

And today Walid Daqqa was freed from his illness, thus becoming the martyr Walid Daqqa. The sixty-year-old spent many years in prison, with cancer, under an Israeli policy that intensified on his thin body called “medical negligence.”

This little girl is his daughter, Milad. Her full name is Milad Walid Daqqa, which translates into English as (The birth of Walid Daqqa). He wanted this name to be his new birth into this life, he felt that he was brought back to life with her birth.

..

21 years after Walid’s marriage to journalist Sanaa, Ms. Sanaa was able to give birth to their child, Milad, using smuggled sperm, ( the prisoner Walid was subjected to isolation after exercising his right to paternity).

The child Milad didn't know her father except as a prisoner in the Israeli prisons...

..

Israel killed the father of Milad, a prisoner suffering from cancer, after he had spent 38 years in Israeli prisons, and after depriving him of his right to treatment, and after increasing his imprisonment for an additional two years, and after it hurt the hearts of his family, Milad and Sana.

..

Walid, Sanaa, and Milad is a Palestinian family from thousands of families separated by the Israeli occupation.. Milad is a Palestinian child from thousands of children whose tears were caused by Israel.

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[juniestar]

How on earth is harris v trump a tight race??? How do ppl look at donald trump having SEEN the way he acted in his presidential term, seen his LENGTHY criminal record, seen the fact that NOBODY else in his party aside from some loose hanging cultists wants to associate with him, seen the way he literally incited riots after losing an election which resulted in at least seven deaths, seen his total lack of coherent policy plan, and think yeah well but Kamala is a cop. Which isn’t even fucking true

[autumnalmess]

Guys I forgot I had Tumblr AGAIN.

Anyway, Cosette is incredibly socially awkward, send post

[spandexinspace]

So if Querl did have claws it feels like he'd put so much effort into keeping them trimmed and as normal as possible. Colu would definitely try to suppress any sign of Gryxian in the bloodline and he'd probably internalise that message no matter what he tried to do, and see the claws as another reminder of his family's indiscretions. He'd feel proud of not having to wear gloves to hide them because it'd be sign of how good he is at suppressing it (to him and him alone because he'd tell no one).

[femmefaggot]

i just want to say i love you constantly to everything everyone if i think about it too long it becomes so overwhelming it feels i am made of it

[antlerkitty]

Sometimes hard not to be upset at all the neglect and abuse we’ve had, and how we’re stuck. I start severely dissociating the minute I feel An Emotion. The others don’t get to actually live. Everything we feel is numbed due to all the trauma responses going on. And it’s so so hard to be ok.

[designernishiki]

it’s just sorta hitting me that we know like almost nothing about what the fuck majima was doing in 5 when he was supposed to be dead??? like???? he was in on katsuya/mirei’s plan and caught onto what was going on really early and whatnot but. what the hell was he DOING for all that time. he just shows up at kurosawa’s at some point with zero explanation how or under what pretext or anything. how did he fake his death in the first place? how did he get it announced on the radio and put in the news despite there being no body or anything to prove that he died?? I have so many questions about his side of the story it’s insane how much was brushed off bdhffdjdjdjsjdnd

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

More of modern au Mariano's prison arc!! He sure is normal and okay. This one is VERY heavy so no shame in needing to skip it!

TWs: Suicidal thoughts/ideation, starvation, institutional abuse, abuse of power, dehumanization, exposure to low temperatures, neglect, captivity (of the prison variety)

The moonlight streamed in, turned crisp and sharp by the winter air. The blanket he was issued wasn't enough to keep it off of Mariano's skin, or out of his bones. It crawled in under the blanket with him and curled in close.

It sighed across his shoulders and neck. Its kisses made his nose numb. He couldn't feel his toes or fingers anymore.

Mariano could see his breath every time he exhaled.

It didn't matter. No one would do anything if he mentioned it, and this was normal anyway. February was always the worst in isolation.

Vaguely, Mariano wondered if he'd die in his sleep. It wasn't really cold enough for it, but for all he knew it was just a particularly dry night. The mattress pad rustled as he curled onto his side, tucking his fingers between his sides and his biceps.

His shoulders and hip ached, the cushion almost nonexistent between Mariano's body and the concrete. The persistent shivering wasn't helping much either, but that was just how one spent winters in solitary confinement.

Dying didn't sound so terrible.

His parents wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. They wouldn't have to keep sending him money for commissary. They wouldn't be blamed for raising a monster anymore, because the evil would've died behind bars. He wouldn't be able to hurt anyone ever again.

Maybe dying would be warm.

Mariano could make it warm. His hands gripped his sides tighter. It would be so easy. He wasn't warded. It was too dangerous to ward him permanently, would make him too sick. The guards didn't want to deal with it, and it wasn't like the charges he'd catch for using his magic would matter if he was dead. All he had to do was wrap his hand around his own throat and cast. He wouldn't feel it for more than a second.

He swallowed against his own icy palm. He didn't realize he'd put his hand to his throat. It trembled in the cold air.

He wouldn't be hungry anymore if he died.

Mariano's stomach ached, chewing on itself. They'd forgotten to bring him lunch and dinner. Sometimes that happened on shift changes. It was probably why he felt colder than usual. It was fine.

He wouldn't be thirsty, either.

No food meant no water. Solitary confinement meant that he couldn't just go get water, because his cell was never unlocked and left unsupervised. He could drink from the sink, technically, but that had made him violently ill the last time he'd tried. The pipes were too old, the nurse had said. The guards had laughed. Mariano didn't blame them.

It would be so easy.

It would be as easy as breathing.

Mariano exhaled, and only a plume of condensation from his breath met the air.

It didn't help. There was no sense of peace. No comfort. Mariano dying wouldn't make a difference. It would just make his parents sad. It would just annoy the guards. It would make strangers happy. It didn't help.

Mariano's hand slid to his chest, over his heart. It wouldn't make things better. It wouldn't even really make anything worse. It would just happen. He brought his hand to his hair and started slowly sliding his fingers through his own hair like his mother used to do. Like Luis used to do.

It didn't help.

It didn't hurt.

Mariano slept.

It was fine.

[log6]

if you work with me and ever want to come at me for any reason in the future do NOT let me find out about your baby mama/daddy I will not hesitate to bring up that child you made by mistake if you get too crazy with what you say to me. Actually if you piss me off in general I'm using the kid as a response to basically the mildest offense directed at me.

[orchideae]

When I approach Yelan (or anyone else I've written), I don't just look directly at her character, but I also look at her surroundings. Both the ones that she knows by some semblance of necessity, but also those that she chooses. Like here, I talked about the Chasm, and what being 'okay' with existing down there needs to mean for a character, because it's not normal. Someone's surroundings, room, or home say a lot bout who they are and what their mindset, or specifically, their perspective is of the world. And sometimes, I think it says more about people than even the characters realize.

This brings me to the topic of the city of Fontaine. Now, I personally think it's rather obvious that a lot of the nation takes from historical France, and so when looking at it, I think it really adds to remember its monarchy, the view that the 'common folk' had of it, and its inevitable demise to non-existence today in terms of importance as a result. So my first question is, who constructed or decided on its layout? Was it Furina, Neuvillette, Egeria? Whoever it was, there's a lot that can be said about their view of the world and their placement in it when you look at locations of buildings. Look at where Palais Mermonia, its governing body, is located within the city; it sits at a rather astounding elevation in comparison to, well, everything and everyone else in the city. This frequently represents the concept of 'distance' between groups in one way or another, and seeing the consistency in other nations, this is something that is rather intriguing to me, especially keeping Fontaine's characters in mind (and considering this is the nation of 'justice'). Mondstadt has everything almost entirely uniform, with arguably the church on the highest level (but it isn't greatly elevated in comparison to all else), but it's joined with the plaza and statue which are a common gathering site for all people in the city. Liyue had the gods and adepti visibly living among the humans back in the days of the Guili Assembly for reasons of 'integration' (my apologies to numerous from our dear Guizhong!) The fact that numerous adepti now live far outside of the harbor is a different matter entirely, and the one who seems to function within a semblance of separation of sorts is Ningguang with the Jade Chamber (but I'm not one to speak on behalf of her character as I don't bear the knowledge). Inazuma also has the Tenshukaku at a higher elevation in comparison to the rest of Inazuma City. Sumeru is interesting, but ultimately Nahida was kept at the very peak of the city, far out of reach of humanity— but that's exactly the common denominator that has my interest, the distance between the 'governing body' and humanity for one reason or another.

But Fontaine really takes separation to a different level in my opinion (and again, think of this when you think of the person having designed the whole city), not only because of the above which I'll elaborate more on in a moment, but also its separation from the outside world. Now, this is interesting to think about if you keep in mind that it was perhaps done in eventual protection of the city's inhabitants in terms of the prophecy (which means that this would have been constructed anywhere during or after Egeria's reign), but then why is only Palais Mermonia far above the water's reach? If the walls surrounding the city were ever breached during said prophecy, all its inhabitants are pretty much immediately caught in the flood and would drown, which tells me nothing positive of the city's 'architect' or whoever signed off on the designs. But if not done for the prophecy, then why? Stand in the middle of the Court of Fontaine and really look around you, the only sights you really have of the outside world are the sky, and it's obstructed by a fair bit of the waterways and gardens that hang overhead, which you can only properly enjoy when you take the ages long elevator to the upper level where the palace is located (which, credit due, seems freely accessible to everyone in present-time). But if you don't venture up, how much of the outside world do you get to see? It feels very secluded, very much under lock and key. On some level (and this is one of the many reasons why I think that the Meropide is so excessively important in Fontaine and it's likely why we spent so much time there; it's all to show the ever, ever important contrast and nuance between this 'autonomous nation within Fontaine' and, well, 'Fontaine'), it almost feels like a prison, regardless of how pretty it may look or come across (and despite not 'lacking rights'). And considering how people in the Meropide speak of not always wanting to return back to the 'overworld' following their sentence, I think that there's definitely quite a bit of truth in that. But again, stand there and look around for yourself.

Now to return to the original topic, but keeping the last one in mind as well, look at one other thing that I'm unsure how many have really kept an eye on: the massive effect Palais Mermonia's level has on the rest of the area (inside and outside of its walls). Have you ever walked through the city of Fontaine at any given time of day or night, north to south, east to west, clockwise or counter-clockwise circling through it; have you ever seen how it overshadows an immense part of the streets below it either entirely on its own (which to me signifies a very domineering presence), or together with those outer walls that surround the city? I know how I've spoken thoroughly with people before about how much I enjoy Fontaine and how dark it is in its storytelling, but despite how gorgeous this region with its water- and landscapes are; its city bears quite a heavy weight to me. I don't know who designed it, or ordered it to be constructed in this way, but nothing about the city itself truly, rationally, shows a healthy perspective versus its citizens.

Me: /continues on to ramble in tags because I'm me and I'm a nuisance with always more to say than I know how to coherently put into these posts.

[yuungmenace]

* ◟ : 〔 BILL SKARSGÅRD , CIS MAN + HE / HIM 〕 DONOVAN 'DONNIE' KOWALSKI , some say you’re a TWENTY NINE YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both HUMOROUS and IMPULSIVE, one can’t help but think of SHUT ME UP by MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE when you walk by. are you still a SOLDIER for WHITE CROCODILES, even with your reputation as THE RABID DOG? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and BURN SCARS FROM STUBBING OUT CIGARETTES ON SKIN, SPLIT LIPS THAT HIDE A BLOODIED GRIN AND NOTCHES ON A BEDPOST FOR A KILL-COUNT, although we can’t help but think of GORO MAJIMA ( YAKUZA ) + MURDOC ( GORILLAZ ) + ALFIE SOLOMONS ( PEAKY BLINDERS ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FULL NAME: Donovan ‘Donnie’ Kowalski NICKNAME(S): Don, Donnie, Kowalski,  AGE: Twenty-Nine GENDER: Cis Male PRONOUNS: He/Him/His BIRTHPLACE: Chester, Pennsylvania OCCUPATION: Gas store clerk GANG AFFILIATION: Soldier for White Crocodiles FC: Bill Skarsgard

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOUR: Light Brown EYE COLOUR: Green HEIGHT: 6”3 PIERCINGS?: Left ear, tongue, both nipples. TATTOOS: Multiple, most prominent are ‘EAT SHIT AND DIE’ on his neck, a white-ink crocodile on his left hand and the Eye of Horus on both palms.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: Funny, Confident, Dedicated NEGATIVE: Impulsive, Unreasonable, Boisterous

BACKGROUND

TW drugs, murder, child abuse, child neglect, death, prison

Does it matter when he was born? Donovan doesn’t think so, life’s a blur when you’re that age, it only really begins when you can remember it did. He remembers stained mattresses, sandwiches of white bread and jelly and reruns of late night cop shows. The house was filthy, he was filthy, yet nobody seemed to care about it. What he does know is he was angry, always angry, as his sisters and brothers came along all he felt was rage at the person he called mother laid on the couch, staring with glazed eyes at the ceiling and father, drinking from large bottles of vodka and smacking his face when he didn’t change a diaper. Donovan tried - he always tried to make things easier, tried to make sure there was food in the cupboards, tried to make sure his momma didn’t choke on her vomit, that when men came over they all stayed in their rooms and waited for them to leave. If teachers or parents at school noticed how small all the Kowalski kids were, they didn’t say anything, a scruffy family.

Things like this don’t end well, and to this day Donovan doesn’t know what happened. The shed out in the woods, the one where substances were made (they brew potions, he once told his younger sister, dangerous ones so you need to stay out) suddenly blew into a storm of fire and death. Donovan lost both his parents.

He should’ve called someone but didn't. He knew what would happen - they’d split up the remainder of the family. Once again he tried to keep things going, selling jewelry, telling the others that it was just them now. Mom and Dad weren’t coming back, but it was going to be alright. The money ran out though, the food ran out and one day his younger sister let slip to someone who cared that Mummy hadn’t been around for nearly two weeks now. Not once did he say anything, lips tightly shut as he sat in a small chair in a room that was painted brightly. Toys on the floor, cartoon stickers for doing so well talking to the nice officer lady! Bodies were recovered, fractured events pieced together. Donovan hugged them all and said he’d come visit. Then the Kowalski kids were split up, and he never saw any of them again. 

Fast forwards to orphanages, fostering, kicked out for running away. Another family, knocking out his step-brothers front tooth. Another family, kicking the cat. Another family, stealing cigarettes. It didn’t matter how loving they were, how many difficult kids they’d worked with, Donovan was always the breaking point. He barely attended school, preferring to hang out in parks or on street corners with his friends and commit petty arson and robberies. This behavior escalated, sending him to juvie once or twice before Donovan aged out of the system. It was always petty crime and shitty jobs, though his criminal history meant they were hard to come by. Luck was never on his side till he ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time - a gang fight. It was nothing to do with him of course, he was familiar with some low-level activities but not this. He shouldn’t have got involved but he did, jabbing a blade into someone’s neck to save another life as the cop sirens came screaming down the street. In those few brief moments, a deal was made - Donovan would take the rat for a capo and no matter the sentence, would be allowed into the gang as thanks afterwards. 

Prison was prison, a 6 year stretch that saw Donnie 26 when he finally left but, at least he had somewhere to go after - White Crocodile’s made good on their word, and invited him to their gang.

OTHER

Owns a pitbull named Malibu - she’s his pride and joy.

Has poor literacy and writing skills.

Lives in a two room apartment that’s literally just one room for the bedroom and kitchen and then the other room is a bathroom. 

Has never worn an ironed shirt in his life.

Likes 80s pop music and rollerblading.

Has enough knowledge of torture methods to be able to flay someone alive - is sort of known for doing it to a persons hand.

Eats mainly microwave food, can’t cook and rarely eats anything ‘fresh’ or ‘healthy’.

Scrappy as fuck in a fight.

Cuts his own hair

[girl-bateman]

No positive notes for today. I think my left eye got fucked up from crying too much bc it's bleeding. Tomorrow I vow to shower.

[masked-and-doomed]

Why is Takao the only one who gets punishment in the 3rd World. Huh.