#as oliver's cellmate

[itachi86]

wait what ashton holmes is part of the quadrant?isn't he oliver's cellmate next season?confused

[ratatatastic]

you know whats funnier than two cats in a box...

three. three of them. three cats in the box. i promise you the comedy is tripled and not at all stress inducing to see three of these guys there. did i mention the number three i dont think ive stressed that enough

welcome to the box mr. 2 mr. 5 and mr. 9... criminals all of you are criminals

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 1 | 6.8.24

stenny providing emotional support to his cellmate despite them both being booked for the violent crimes of roughing and interference a good taptap to erase the dread that is ah fuck we just gave edm a pp

[thejuveniledelinquent]

random headcanons/scenarios that i think are funky fun

Lex tried to copyright the word "lexicon" after releasing a book called "The Lexicon" (the capitialization is often debated; nobody agrees on anything or confirms it, especially not Lex) that details his vocabulary, phrases he often uses and quotes he claims are his, including but not limited to "you miss 100% of the shots you don't take," "all the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players," and the entirety of the bible.

bro didn't even make it into court with that one

Kara was once supposed to write a memoir about krypton or something but ended up sending the publisher her K/S genderbend femslash fanfic instead :/

they published it without a word. she stayed on the nyt bestseller's list for like two years. lesbian Spirk is canon now.

Dick was a stripper for a few months. mostly just for funsies, but also because Bruce dies inside whenever he brings it up and he thinks that's the funniest shit in the world

also Bruce got sent to jail one time for reasons he refuses to elaborate on, and he was cellmates with Lex. he acted like Brucie the WHOLE TIME.

buddy did not drop the act. not even in his sleep. he is an actor committed to his craft.

on that note, Bruce has been in at least twenty-five romcoms, four horrors movies ("i can't do those anymore! they're just so terrifying," Brucie had told the press when speaking about his latest film, Movie That Is Not Scary That Nobody Knows The Name Of), ten movies about dogs, twelve animated films james corden style, one very emotional family-focused western considered a cult classic by hardcore fans, and three buddy cop films in the past month

Dick, Jason and Cass drag the rest of the family to see Hamilton on broadway during opening week. none of them initially want to be there, but they're all ugly crying at any character's slightest inconvenience and they somehow know all the lyrics within ten minutes because they're homosexuals like that.

Bart Allen bites people. he is an animal and humans are his chew toys.

Damian played Assassin's Creed 2 once, and it was on thin fucking ice purely because it wasn't realistic enough

"i am not caught up on my italian and vatican history, father, but i don't think the pope had a mind control staff. why does he need it? is he stupid?"

Oliver once sang Four Jews in a Room Bitching in front of Bruce, the resident bitching jew who has not seen Falsettos, and he got served the batglare of a lifetime

also, Oliver's favourite musical is Falsettos because i said so.

"the big grey block isn't real, Oliver. the big grey block can't hurt you," Dinah lied mere moments before the big grey block hurt him.

anyway give me YOUR headcanons and scenarios!!!!! give them to me and let me eat them :D

[a-treatise-on-velociraptors]

Hot take but they could have condensed at least an episode's worth, if not two, of the Vander arc in s2 part 2 by just having Vi (unbeknownst to either) be one of the prisoners Jinx and Sevika are breaking out in episode 4. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe she was arrested for pit fighting reasons and ended up in the same cell block, doesn't matter.

Imagine.

She's back in the same prison she started in, Piltover (and more importantly Caitlyn) chewed her up and spat her out when her use to them was up. She's suddenly gained a few dozen new cellmates. And then suddenly Jinx is there, and she's freeing all of them.

Maybe Jinx taunts Vi about being right back where she started, but she opens her cell door all the same. And then when everyone is putting their hands on Jinx's shoulders as they walk out, Vi is the very last of them. It's the first nonviolent contact the sisters have had in a long time. Vi extending the olive branch. Not enough to make up for the events of s1 and especially early s2 but it's something. A beginning.

Vi sees Jinx and Isha. They remind her of herself and Powder.

Then Vander shows up and Vi and Jinx both stay back to fight. They're backed against a wall, losing, when Vander has enough brief lucidity to recognize Jinx and say "...Powder?" Jinx puts two and two together and screams something to the tune of "...It's Vander! That thing is Vander!" Vi doesn't believe her for a second but we end up getting the *exact scene* as takes place in the mines (Vi lowering her fists as Vander lunges at her, Vander flashback, the two hugging). Group hug, "he's your dad too", etc.

Then Vander's lucidity starts to waver and he runs off before he can hurt them. The plot becomes a race between Vi and Jinx and Singed/Ambessa to find him, which brings them all crashing back in to the larger conflict.

Vi and Jinx get more time to go from 'still unforgiving but having a common mission' to 'willing to put aside their differences and be sisters again'. They remain more engaged with the larger conflict rather than the narrative putting a pause on nearly every character for the vander-in-the-commune arc. Everyone else in the show has more time to breathe. Pitfighter Vi has a narrative butterfly effect beyond just being a cool trailer/excuse for a League skin.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Bending Spines

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/57841651

by Summerroserebirth851

As the Trilogy continues from Folded pages brings the next Book in the Series Bending Spines where The stage was set, and the players were in place. Each move they made brought them closer to the inevitable confrontation. The stakes were higher than ever, and the path to the truth was fraught with peril. As alliances were tested and the lines between friend and foe blurred, the descent into darkness continued.

Words: 2086, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Folded Pages Trilogy

Fandoms: You (TV 2018), How to Get Away with Murder, Dexter (TV), The Flash (TV 2014), The Blacklist (US TV), Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Connor Walsh, Oliver Hampton, Joe Goldberg, Sam Neill (Agent Langford), Jeff Goldblum (Dr. Glasglow), Hartley Sawyer (Ralph) (Cellmate), Donald Ressler (Donny) (Cellmate 2), Aram Mojtabai, Gemma Walsh, Dexter Morgan, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Connor Walsh/Ralph Dibny, Joe Goldberg/Jeff Goldblum, Ralph Dibny/Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai/Donald Ressler, Joe Goldberg/Dexter Morgan, Connor Walsh/Jeff Goldblum, Connor Walsh/Original Male Character(s), Oliver Hampton/Connor Walsh, Connor Walsh/Joe Goldberg, Jeff Goldblum/Connor Walsh, Donald Ressler/Derek Hale, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Kinky, Psychological Trauma, Psychological Torture, Angst and Romance, Smut, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Parallel Universes, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Betrayal, Prison, Prison Sex, Mental Breakdown, What am i doing with this story, i love coliver too much, Solitary Confinement, Escapism, Episode: s06e15, potential s07ep5, idkht tag, Connor Walsh is Not Okay

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57841651

[thistleandthorn-events]

The administration is quite concerned of the lack of claims and seriousness this school is meant to provide. Perhaps it's time to understand what is in store for you, should you continue on this path. Legislation is ever changing, and not knowing what could be on the horizon, it's time to take things seriously. November 16th-19th, participants from the school will be staying at the auction house, spending some time living like an auction house slave.

Unclaimed students aged 25+ will be taken to the auction house at 5am on November 16th, and will stay in groups in cells until the 19th. There will be an itinerary of what to expect listed below. This is NOT a punishment, so 'get out of punishment' cards are not valid.

Groups -

Groups of students will be in a living cell - small, barred, with cots for each person. They are open to the public and buyers will be seen walking through to check out the merchandise. There is small conversations which can happen during this time, but nothing looming or long. On the outside of each cell is a sign with each person's age, gender, and a small list of things they could be used for. All cell mates are naked during the duration of their time at the auction. Cell 1 - Logan Lodge Shaylee Evans Kurt Hummel

Cell 2- Veronica Lodge Reggie Mantle Savannah James Matthew Fabray

Cell 3 - Nate Mantle Oliver Smythe Charlie Fabray Teddy Cohen-Chang Jughead Jones

Cell 4 - Javier Fogarty Kyla Clarington Austin Fabray

Cell 5 - JB Jones Archer Clarington Buck Wilde Betty Cooper

All other students, under the age of 25, or claimed, will play the roles of buyers at the auction. They will be on the outside of the cells, walking around them, they will also be in attendance to any prep work for those in the cells, any training of them, etc.

Itinerary -

Thursday November 16 6am - 8am: Check in, get settled into cells, showers and inspections, breakfast of protein shakes and oatmeal 9am - 11am: Mandatory Work out time 12pm - 1pm: Protein shake lunch and bread 1pm - 5pm: Stories from current slaves including:

a former Dominant who never thought he wouldn't claim

a former submissive who was forced into an arranged claim that failed

a former Switch who was holding out for a romantic claim

a former submissive who never figured out how to submit

a former Switch who didn't take the system seriously

5pm - 6pm: Protein shake dinner and green salad 6pm - 8pm: Mandatory workout time 8pm: Lights out

Friday November 17 6am - 8am: Wake up, showers and inspections (including becoming hard/wet on demand), breakfast (protein shakes and oatmeal) 9am - 11am: Mandatory work out time 12pm - 1pm: Protein shake lunch and bread 1pm - 5pm: Rigorous physical and mental training - labor, humiliation, etc. Meant to break them down to be prepared for auctions 5pm - 6pm: Protein shake dinner and green salad 6pm - 8pm: Mandatory workout time 8pm: Lights out

Saturday November 18 6am - 8am: Wake up, showers and inspections (including becoming hard/wet on demand), breakfast (protein shakes and oatmeal) 9am - 11am: Mandatory work out time 12pm - 1pm: Protein shake lunch and bread 1pm - 5pm: Mock auctions. All cellmates are put up for auction, displayed and 'auctioned' off to different buyers who would tell them what they would be used for if they were really bought. 5pm - 6pm: Protein shake dinner and green salad 6pm - 8pm: Mandatory workout time 8pm: Lights out

Sunday November 19 6am - 8am: Wake up, showers and inspections (including becoming hard/wet on demand), breakfast (protein shakes and oatmeal) 9am - 11am: Mandatory work out time 12pm - 1pm: Protein shake lunch and bread 1pm: Return to School

Non-slave students will be apart of the auction process, watching and listening to what others would be auctioned off for.

OOC -

This plot can be very triggering, so if there is a writer who doesn't feel comfortable feeling a part of this, please let us know and we can put you on hiatus during that time. Please note, your character(s) would still be involved.

Any other Triggering plots must be approved by us. This event is meant to be a bit dark, so some things are understandable - physical discipline, verbal degradation, touching, etc. Any severe outcomes (broken bones, assault, etc) needs to be cleared through admins.

POINTS - 25 points for 'displaying' a cell sign about your character - 100 points for a self para about any part of the auctions

Any questions, let us know :)

[hazbinbossbrainrot]

M💍xxie Kn💍lastname

VO: Richard Horvitz

(Adult)

(Young):

Bittersweet quote:

“We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss, we are the employees."

— Moxxie, disagreeing with Blitz’s statement about their company being a family

Basics:

Sexuality: Bisexual (confirmed)

Species: Demon (Imp)

Sex: Male

Rings:

• Wrath (via Mrs Knolastname)

• Greed (via Crimson)

Occupation:

• Assassin / Weapon specialist of I.M.P

• Member of Crimson’s mafia (formerly)

Nationality:

• Standard English 🇬🇧 (?)

• Sicilian 🇮🇹 (via Crimson)

Likes:

Cooking

* Culinary arts

• Musical theatre

* Classical music

* Opera

• Leading a job case (2x05)

• His mother’s kindness

Dislikes:

• Millie stealing his spotlight (2x05)

• Blitz prying into his personal life

• Loona calling him fat

• Killing the innocent

• His father’s abuse

• Stolas’s wrath

• Pop music

• Theme parks

* Theme park mascot

AU:

Beezlebub’s pop music (🤣)

_____________________________________

Romantic interests:

• Chazwick Thurman (ex-boyfriend/ex-fiancé)

• Millie Knolastname (wife)

_____________________________________

Family:

Mother: Mrs Knolastname (✝️)

Father: Crimson Knolastname

Uncle: Unnamed

Wife: Millie Knolastname

Mother-in-law : Lin

Father-in-law : Joe

Sister-in-law: Sally May

* Three unnamed brother-in-laws

Other:

“(step) Niece”: Octavia of the Ars Goetia (inevitable)

“(surrogate) Niece”: Loona Buckzo

“Goddaughter:” T.J. of the Ars Goetia (OC)

Daughter: Molly Knolastname (OC)

_____________________________________

Friends:

Social media:

• Randal

• Oliver

• Steve

_____________________________________

Nicknames:

• Moxxie Poxxie (by Chazwick Thurman)

• Queer Boy (by an unnamed biker)

• Moxxine (human persona)

• The Little Twink (by Barbie Wire)

• Mox (by Millie & Crimson)

• Little One (by Striker)

* Little Fella / Dude

• Mox-Mox (by Blitz)

* Fuckface

* M

• Fatty (by Loona)

AU:

• Uncle Roxy (by T.J. of the Ars Goetia)

* deliberately knowing that Moxxie detests being called “Roxy”

_____________________________________

Enemies:

• Crimson Knowlastname

* Crimson’s mafia

~ Chazwick Thurman (former fellow member)

• Verosika Mayday

Status: Victim of rape

• Employees of C.H.E.R.U.B.S

• Employees of D.H.O.R.K.S

• Barbie Wire (2x05)

• Striker (rival)

Other:

• Blitz Buckzo (boss & former cellmate)

• Millie Knowlastname (coworker)

• Loona Buckzo (coworker)

• Martha (victim)

• Eddie (victim)

• Ars Goetia family (acquaintance):

* Stolas

* Octavia

• Staff of Ozzie’s (acquaintance):

* Asmodeus

* Fizzarolli

• Councillor Jimmy (attempted target)

_____________________________________

Abilities:

Natural:

• Fire resistance

Skillset:

• Drawing - As shown in the pilot, one of the drawings on Blitz’s "Boss Goals" board is by Moxxie (with a note by Blitz on it saying "Moxxie drew not as good"; the drawing being the unnamed Overlord in the Hazbin Hotel pilot.

• Acrobatics - Moxxie is nimble and agile in terms of fighting, as he swiftly dodged all the arrows shot at him while swinging away on a strand of rope to intervene in Keenie and Millie's fighting.

• Musical Talent - Moxxie is a gifted singer and guitar player.

• Bilingualism - In addition to English, Moxxie is also fluent in a little Yiddish.

• Songwriting - Moxxie is able to compose music, having written "Oh, Millie" in honor of his wife.

• Weapon Proficiency - Moxxie is proficient in the use of several weapons, most especially sniper rifles.

• Disguise - Moxxie can utilize multiple outfits to pass on Earth.

• Cooking - Moxxie is shown to be good at cooking.

_____________________________________

Appearance & personality

Moxxie is an imp demon with red skin and white freckles on his cheeks. His white pointy hair leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns.

He also has yellow sclera with black slit pupils. Moxxie has a long red thin tail with a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in what appears to be cloven red hooves, reminiscent of artiodactyls.

Moxxie's usual outfit consists of a navy-black coat with red buttons and white cuffs, black pants a white shirt that has a black turtleneck, a large red bow-tie, and fingerless gloves.

During the episode "Loo Loo Land", he wears a plain black suit and tie with no markings and sunglasses while guarding Stolas, just like Blitzo and Millie, but still wears his normal red bow-tie with it.

How would you describe Moxxie’s personality?

• Knowledgable

• Vociferous

• Realistic

Other:

• Queasy & uncomfortable >>> especially when it comes to killing an “innocent” family

• Nonsensical & overly flirtatious (when drunk)

• Comical (selective)

• Easily annoyed

• Clumsy

• Insured

[maydaymadier]

Character Profiles pt.1

Calypso Okyanari (they/them)

Class/Subclass: Path of the Beast Barbarian

Race: Knell (homebrew)

Physical Description: Tall, broad, and built like a brick shithouse, Calypso towers over most people they know.  Their thick, curly hair, the seafoam-colored ends drifting past their shoulders, is pushed back out of their face with a headband that’s fighting for its life.  At a glance, they make your hairs stand on end, the air around them is clammy and they have the pallor of something long-dead.  Dressed light for life and work on the ocean but a heavy reddish overcoat helps conceal an adamantine bracelet on one wrist, and the lacquered wood of a prosthetic arm.

Backstory (spoiler-free version): Raised on the pirate ship Hecare’s Fury by their father Connie and the rest of the crew.  They were well-cared for an protected, learning everything they could possibly need to know about life at sea.  As a child, they mostly took care of the animals on board and bunkered down below-decks with them during raids.  Though when they were 14 they begged to join in their first raid.  It went badly.  They lost their right arm.  Connie found someone who could make them a prosthetic, she threw in an enchantment as a freebie, but she died after finishing it but before she could explain how it worked to anyone.  From that point they were banned from raiding.  But slaying a sea monster that threatened to sink the ship when they were 17 put them back in the running as a formidable fighter among the crew.  As they got older, they had a few whirlwind romances whenever Hecare’s Fury had to dock for repairs.  The most recent being Olive, who hasn’t talked to them since they told her that Hecare’s Fury was planning on attacking Ayvali for an easy score to get the funds the ship needed for desperately needed repairs.  Calypso was part of a decoy team on a smaller sailboat, but someone sold them out, the decoy was captured, giving H.F. just enough time to get away.  They were transferred to Kerras to stand trial for piracy and by some stroke of luck, their cellmate was a lawyer who was able to get them off on just parole on a technicality.  They have to wear an adamantine bracelet on their remaining arm that is used to track their whereabouts, they can’t leave the country.  But in the meantime, they’re stuck in the city of Kerras.

[afaims100arrowversefavs]

My 250 Favorite Arrowverse Episodes: Part 4: 175-151

Taken from „Arrow“, „The Flash“, „Supergirl“, „Legends of Tomorrow“, „Constantine“, „Black Lightning“, „Batwoman“, „Stargirl“ and Season 1-3 of „Superman & Lois“:

In honor of Seaosn 4 of "Superman & Lois" being the end of the Arrrowverse, the end of DCTV like we knew it and the end of The CW like we knew it, a final time before the final season all Seasons ends of all the 250 best Arrowverse Episodes (according to me):

I did include "Stargirl" this time, since it has as much connection as "Superman & Lois" to the rest of the Arrowverse, but One Hit Shows like "Gotham Knights" and "Naomi" (anyone still remember this one?) are not on this list, neither are Arrowverse unrelated DC shows:

175. Heritage (Superman & Lois 1x2)

The One in which: The Kent Family moves to Smallville.

2, Written by: Todd Helbing, Directed by: Lee Toland Krieger

174. Off with her Head (Batwoman 1x15)

The One in which: Jacob talks to Alice and her kidnapper to Kate.

15, Written by: Natalie Abrams, Directed by: Holly Dale

173. Deus Lex Machina (Supergirl 5x17)

The One in which: Lex wakes up in a new world.

104, Written by: Lindsay Sturman, Katie Rose Rogers, Brooke Pohl, Directed by: Melissa Benoist

172. Magenta (The Flash 3x3)

The One in which: There are two kind of girls.

49, Written by: Judalina Neira, David Kob, Directed by: Armen Kevorkian

171. The Demon (Arrow 7x5)

The One in which: Oliver meets Talia again in jail.

143, Written by: Benjamin Raab, Deric A. Hughes, Directed by: Mark Bunting

170. Manhunter (Supergirl 1x17)

The One in which: J’onn meets Jeremiah and Shioban scemes.

17, Written by: Derek Simon, Cindy Lichtman, Rachel Shukert, Directed by: Chris Fisher

169. Elongated Journey into the Night (The Flash 4x4)

The One in which: Ralph has a longish problem.

73, Written By: Sterling Gates und Thomas Pound, Directed By: Tom Cavanagh

168. The Wrath of Rama Khan (Supergirl 5x8)

The One in which: Supergirl fight Rama Khan and Lena humanity.

95, Written by: Lindsay Struman, Jessica Kardos, Directed by: Marcus Stokes

167. Life Sentence (Arrow 6x23)

The One in which: Oliver makes a decision.

138, Written by: Wendy Mercile, Marc Guggenheim, Directed by: James Bamford

166. Truth, Justice and the Amercian Way (Supergirl 1x14)

The One in which: Former inmates get hunted.

14, Written by: Michael Grassi, Yahlin Chang, Caitlin Parrish, Directed by: Lexi Alexander

165. Armageddon Part 5 (The Flash 8x5)

The One in which: Mia is there and Eobard needs to die oder doesn’t he?

156, Written by: Kristen Kim, Directed by: Menhaj Huda

164. Non Est Asylum (Constantine 1x01)

The One in which: John Constantine enters the scene.

1, Written by: Daniel Cerone, David S. Goyer , Directed by: Neil Marshall

163. Anti-Hero (Superman & Lois 2x7)

The One in which: Kal-El leaves and Tal-Rho gets a cellmate.

22, Written by: Max Cunningham, Michael Narducci, Directed by: Elizabeth Henstridge

162. Rogue Time (The Flash 1x16)

The One in which: Snart brings his sister to the party.

16, Written by: Grainne Godfree, Brooke Eikmeier, Kai Yu Wu, Directed by: John Behring

161. Purgatory (Arrow 8x7)

The One in which: There are zombies on Lian Yu.

167, Written by: Rebecca Bellotto, Rebecca Rosenberg, Directed by: James Bamford

160. Man of Steel (Supergirl 4x3)

The One in which: Agent Liberty is born.

68, Written by: Rob Wright, Derek Simon, Directed by: Jesse Warn

159. Attack on Gorilla City (The Flash 3x13)

The One in which: Julian has a „Planet of the Apes“-Experience.

59, Written by: Andrew Kreisberg, Aaron Helbing, David Kob, Directed by: Dermott Downs

158. Revenge oft he Rogues (The Flash 1x10)

The One in which: Snart and Rory kidnap Caitlin to lure The Flash out.

10, Written by: Geoff Johns, Kai Yu Wu, Directed by: Nick Copus

157. How queer is everything today (Batwoman 1x10)

The One in which: Batwoman comes out.

10, Written by: Caroline Dries, Directed by: Jeff Hunt

156. A New World Part 1: Reunions (The Flash 9x10)

The One in which: Barry meets his parents again.

181, Written by: Eric Wallace, Thomas Pound, Directed by: Eric Wallace

155. A Head of Her Time (Legends of Tomorrow 5x4)

The One in which: Marie Antoinette looses her head.

72, Written by: Morgan Faust, Directed by: Avi Youbain

154. Paranoid Android (Legends of Tomorrow 7x8)

The One in which: The Legends find out they are not real.

105, Written by: Phil Klemmer, Marcelena Campos Mayhorn, Directed by: David Geddes

153. Man of Steel (Superman & Lois 1x7)

The One in which:We find out the truth about Steel.

7, Written by: Jai Jamison, Directed by: David Ramsey

152. Welcome to Hong Kong (Arrow 8x2)

The One in which: Oliver and Tatsu team up in Hong Kong.

162, Written by: Jill Blankenship, Sarak Tarkoff, Directed by: Antonio Negret

151. Daddy Darhkest (Legends of Tomorrow 3x10)

The One in which: Constantine meets the Legends.

43, Written by: Keto Shimizu, Matthew Maala, Directed by: Dermott Downs

[project1939]

200 Films of 1952

Film number 192: Hellgate

Release date: September 5th, 1952 

Studio: Lippert Pictures, Commandeer Films 

Genre: western 

Director: Charles Marquis Warren 

Producer: John C. Champion 

Actors: Sterling Hayden, Ward Bond, James Arness 

Plot Summary: In 1867, a Kansas man is sent to the infamous Hellgate prison in New Mexico after being wrongly convicted of being in a guerilla gang. Once there, he tries to get along with his fellow inmates, avoid an antagonistic commandant, and find a way to get a new trial. Hellgate more than lives up to its name, though, and surviving may be the hardest thing he has to do. 

My Rating (out of five stars): *** 

This was a somewhat uneven film with several things to recommend it and several things that made it disappointing. I went in thinking this was going to be a film like I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang, the brilliant 1932 indictment of the prison system. Instead, it was closer to a typical “innocent man in prison” drama. It certainly showed the horrors of a brutal inhumane prison, but it didn’t seem to have anything larger to say about that, even if we got a quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes at the beginning! (major spoilers)

The Good: 

Stirling Hayden as Gil, the innocent man. I like Hayden, even if his acting style can be kind of monotone at times. It usually works for the type of characters he plays- stoic, tough, and determined. His eyes always communicate much more than the words that come out of his mouth, so you know he’s not JUST a tough guy; there is pain and sensitivity in the man as well. 

Ward Bond as the sadistic Lt. Voorhees. His performance stood out here, and it was typical Bond- gruff, angry, mean, but also a bit aloof. 

James Arness as Redfield, Gil’s cellmate. He was very effective as a hard and brutish leader.

This film looked like it had a much bigger budget than it did. I was shocked to see Lippert Pictures in the credits. Everything from the script to the sets to the performances were above par. 

The depiction of prison abuse was vivid and horrible to witness. 

The location was eerie and awful- the cells inside of a cave, the spiked logs that served as prison gates, the coffin-like solitary confinement box partially buried in the sand... it all left an indelible mark. 

The men in the prison looked realistically sweaty, dirty, unshaven, and wearing the same worn clothes. Every time you looked at them you could feel the heat and the dust they lived in. 

The Bad: 

A plague occurs later in the film, but the first disease we come across is “Classical Hollywood Good Wife Syndrome!” Gil’s wife Ellen showed up intermittently to cry, worry, or declare her love and devotion. She did get more action than the norm, though. While she was worrying and staying devoted, she was also working hard to secure her husband’s freedom. And she was ultimately successful! 

For me, it didn’t delve enough into the issue of inhumane prison conditions. This story was solely focused on Gil, and when he was set free, that was that. I understand that was probably the film's intention, but I wished it had broadened things a little more. 

There was some obvious foreshadowing when an explicit discussion happened about how crucial it was that wagons come with water every month. There was no supply of water where they were. The conversation went on for a length of time that telegraphed what would happen later on. 

The portrayal of Native Americans was not the worst I’ve seen, but it wasn’t good either. You could also tell that some of them were white men wearing Cher wigs and bandanas. 

There was a whipping scene in the film where one of Gil’s cellmates was being viciously lashed, but the incompetent way it was filmed sucked all of the realism and drama of it. Was it a budget issue? 

The typhus epidemic at the end felt like it came out of nowhere. I even rewound the film a little to see if I had missed anything that set things up more clearly. The way it conveniently enabled Gil’s arc of redemption was awfully contrived as well. 

The final scene of the movie did look like something filmed on a cheap budget- when Ellen and Gil run to each other and collapse in each other’s arms, they are clearly standing in a mediocre set meant to look like the outdoors- with fake bushes and trees placed around them in a way that screamed “set design.” 

[wahwealth]

Marian Marsh | Gordon Oliver | Youth On Parole (1937) | Full Movie English

Youth on Parole is a 1937 US drama movie directed by Phil Rosen.  The film stars Marian Marsh and Gordon Oliver "Bobbie" Blake and Phillip Henderson are strangers who happen to be looking in a jewelry store window when one of the jewelry store robbers sets them up to take the rap for the crime.  He stashes some of the stolen jewels in their pockets as the Jewel thieves gang makes their getaway. No one believes that Bobbie and Phillip are innocent, not even their public defender. After they serve their time, no one will give them a break with their prison record. CAST Marian Marsh as 'Bobbie' Blake Gordon Oliver as Phillip Henderson Margaret Dumont as Mrs. Abernathy (landlady) Peggy Shannon as Peggy Miles Mander as Sparkler (gang leader) Sarah Padden as Mrs. Blair Wade Boteler as Mr. Blair Mary Kornman as Mae Blair Joe Caits as Fingy (robber) Milburn Stone as Ratty (robber) Harry Tyler as Danny Hinkle (cellmate) Ranny Weeks as Michael Martin Theodore von Eltz as The Public Defender Ula Love as Maizie Paul Stanton as Police inspector Never miss a video. Join the channel so that Mr. P can notify you when new videos are uploaded: https://www.youtube.com/@nrpsmovieclassics

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Read a cute Valentine's day fic yesterday, thinking of a fic that would be like, "Valentine's day in Greater Boston" and you follow all the characters going through the day, "celebrating" (or not), with of course people being interviewed about love in the middle,, and it's be a surprisingly nice day for almost everybody (no way Emily is not absolutely miserable when Ethan does not show up for the date she assumed he'd be here for).

And at the end of it Leon is like "Huh. I admit I assumed you would find a way to make this...more unpleasant for everybody." and the Narrator is like "Gasp! Why would I? I love Valentine's day!" and there is a moment of quiet disbelief until Leon is like "Ah. Right. Consumerism?" and the Narrator delightedly goes "CONSUMERISM! I don't even have to do anything. Have you heard how much our Legion helpers sold today?" and Leon just. sighs and the Narrator goes "Oh, come on, don't pout, we both got what we wanted. Isn't that nice?"

"Nicer than usual," Leon says dryly, and the Narrator just BEAMS. "Look at us, working together!" he claims and Leon goes "No." "It's Valentine's day, throw me a bone, Leon" "I know better than to give you anything" "A kiss?" croons the Narrator. "A date? You didn't have that today. Must be so lonely." "How you could it, with you always around?" Leon retorts and the Narrator is like "Was this flirting, Mr. Stamatis?" "I think this is when the story ends for the day," Leon merely answers, and the Narrator goes "No no wait--" but the generic music is already playing :)

Under the cut more of what happens during that day. I started in the tags but turns out i had too many tags, sorry for the formatting.

#here's what i think happen during that day btw: leon is still here so Nica is still in prison#she actually spends the day talking about fun little love stories/moments she witnessed over the years#to cheer up her cellmate who's missing his wife#at least once she slips and talks about how the stamatis never really did valentine's day#but leon DID like it in that it was a formal day for something and he liked that. having a precise day for things

#the interviews start being made by Chuck Octogon but midway through it switches to Nichole who's like 'you've got a husband GO'

#Gemma spends the day trying to get to Charlotte for their first date in ages but people keep needing her help#she DOES get to Charlotte but turns out Charlotte had her own stuff and monty is still here and they end up laughing it off#and spending the evening with their son catching up

#Dimitri and Mallory prepare together - Mallory for a date Dimitri for shrug an adventure what is the adventure even I can't know#Somehow Mallory finds Dimitri back a couple of hours later saying date was a miss and dimitri is like 'oh. Sorry?' and Mallory laughs#coz he clearly has no clue why people bother with romance when there are so many other exciting things out there

#Louisa spends the day fearing Wendell has planned something extravagant. Turns out her boyfriend knows her well and it's romantic but lowkey#

(Amist interviews Valiance and Nichole meet up; They flirt a bit)

#Isabelle spends a nice. relaxing day. She teases Isaiah for spending the day with her instead of dating #Isaiah is disarmingly honest over the fact he's missed spending a day with his fave aunt#They invite Melissa over who always feel annoyed on valentine's day#she ALSO get a nice relaxing day out of it

#Tyrell has organized this NICE dancing event for the day#Michael and Autumn go there together. Autumn tells Michael he can stay over for the night if he wants after :)

#the commune does not believe of you in commercial holidays. but they do spend the day together in love and communion

#Oliver exasperatedly tell infernal machine to tell Vincenzo and Montgomery to just write a nice card to each other#(and ends up writing a small card to his own son)#(and Philip)#We don't hear Philip but hey i'm giving him a nice day too

#Emily spends the day thinking Ethan will show up. He does not show up. she's fine about it. (she's not fine about it.) She ends up visiting Nica late in that evening in prison and neither of them know why. Nica still tells her she should divorce ethan's ass already. Emily goes "hOW DARE YOU" and storms out. Nica sighs tiredly.

Also Abdul has a nice day with a nice boy.

I probably forgot people. that's the risk with this HUGE CAST.

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Cellmates

(TW: death mentions - no actual death)

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"Go on. Eat."

It didn't matter if the food had been drugged. It didn't matter if both his legs were broken and his hands tied behind his back. Oliver would have gladly thrown himself to the floor and buried his face in the delicious meal.

"Get fucked."

That's why watching the new prisoner keep up their defiance made him want to cringe. Keeping their chin high, looking at that man in the eye, uttering those insolent words. Why did they insist on making things hard for themselves? Did they want to suffer that badly?

Just eat the damn food. You think you'll be getting another chance? You think this man will wait until you're ready to make you another nice meal? He will let you starve. He will make you beg and cry, and only when you have no more tears to shed will he give you a second chance. You think you have a fucking choice?

A good twelve months ago, Oliver would have refused, too. Let him starve. Let him be overwhelmed by hunger until he can't think about anything but the sweet taste of his mother's cooking. Until even the grass peeking out of the stone floor of his cell seems like it's worth a try. He won't break. Soon, he will be out of this cell. He will have his revenge.

He was never getting out. He was never getting his revenge. He was going to die right there and meet whoever came to claim him in those chains. That man had promised him a meaningless death, one that would differ so little from his daily life that he would barely notice there was more blood than usual. And then he would be dead.

It had taken him too long, but at least he understood that, now. This was his life, his futureless present. His every day had been the same, and if it hadn't been for the marks he had left on the wall, he would have no way of telling whether it had been a year or a couple of days since he last saw freedom.

But now, something had changed. He wasn't alone anymore. His sense of time seemed to be returning. Watching the new prisoner defy their captor felt... strange, somehow. Like watching old footage of a now deceased person.

He had seen this before. He knew how it ended. And yet, watching it all from this new angle, it didn't bring him as much despair as he knew it should have. In fact, he felt something like hope whenever he watched the new prisoner stand up to the man, just like Oliver once had.

Why was that? He was the one with experience, he knew better, he had been through this before. The same thing was happening again, and he couldn't think of anything that could possibly stop this new prisoner from ending up just like him. So why?

Maybe he was just glad to be left alone for once. Ever since the new captive had arrived, that man focused on them, and Oliver was left alone, ignored, almost forgotten.

He didn't particularly mind that, if he was being honest. If this was his world now, he had to take joy in small comforts. Still, he couldn't help seeing himself whenever he looked at the new prisoner. They had never exchanged a single word, but he felt connected with them, because he knew exactly what they were going through.

One night, just when Oliver was about to fall asleep, he heard a low sound from the other side of the cell. "Psst."

He lifted his eyes to see the new prisoner waving their hand discreetly. They weren't supposed to talk. Oliver ignored them.

"Psst." A brief pause. "Hey! Psst!"

"Shut up!" Oliver whispered. He's gonna hear you, you reckless piece of shit, he did not add.

"We have to get out of here," the prisoner whispered back.

Yeah, no shit. Oliver had to wonder whether he should really be comparing the new prisoner to himself after all. Clearly, this person was a genius.

Oliver went back to ignoring them, expecting them to give up on small talk and hopefully never attempt to speak with him ever again.

Instead, they looked around cautiously, then leaned forward and said, "I have a plan."

Oliver looked up despite himself. He was sure his cellmate spotted the gleam of interest in his eyes as soon as they met theirs, even in the near perfect dark.

Why was he interested, anyway? Whatever the plan was, he didn't actually think it would work. All of Oliver's plans had failed, why would this one be any different? He considered refusing, never hearing any of it, never poisoning his mind with thoughts of an impossible escape. It was too much risk, and false hope had never done him any good.

But they were sitting right across from him, a mirror image of Oliver in identical chains, with their eyes trained on him and a wide, confident grin lifting their cheeks. They had very pretty eyes, Oliver thought briefly, whatever that meant.

And at that moment, as he stared back at them, Oliver understood. He understood what had changed, he understood why this prisoner would not end up like him.

Because unlike him, they did not have to go through this alone.

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Cellmates

Hermes Costello X  FemReader

NSFW\\ Lesbian

Reader is AFAB with she/her pronouns

Summary: you’re cellmates with Hermès and she makes you her prison bitch, nothing violent just sweet lovemaking. Slight warning: Hermes is a slight bit possessive. There’s a bit of Spanish thrown in this fic so here are the translations:

Hermosa- gorgeous

Bebe- baby

Cariña- sweetheart/honey

¡Si jefa!- yes boss

¡Oye! ¡Supe que te iba a gustar pero tienes que tranquilizarte!- hey! I knew you were going to like this but you need to calm down!

Belleza- beauty

Sighing while reading over the final paragraph in “Pride and Prejudice” you slump back on the cold steel chair that you’ve been sitting on for most of the day. The prison library had become your getaway since you weren’t allowed to stay in your cell all day. Resting the book on the table in front of you, you begin to sit up and stretch. How did it all come down to this? Having been caught in a petty crime to be thrown in prison for eighteen months, you had to learn quickly that you’re on your own. Prison etiquette had been smashed into you, forcing you to conform and act out accordingly. Hearing the clacking of keys and big steps from loafer shoes you readjust with your back straight and on high alert. Looking over you see one of many guards you see every day, looking out into the library and yelling, “Its time to huddle back! Go on and get back in your cells now!” You stand up looking right at her and say back “Yes ma’am I’ll be returning this book and immediately go back to my cell!”

She allows you to take the book back to the person at the counter before retreating back to your cell. Heading back down the hall of cells you see a guard standing with who you assume is a new inmate. A tall woman with black braids, green eyes, plump lips, and olive skin. She was a very beautiful woman but she also had a fierce look in her eyes causing you to get a bit anxious. Making sure not to show your anxiety you walk up to your cell and realize that they were standing right in front of it. The guard yells out your name, “Look alive! You have a new roomie, welcome her nicely!” Both of you get pushed with great force into your cell before you’re able to reply.

You make sure not to lose face and sternly say, “You already know my name, bottom bunk is mine.” She looks you over, keeping the same look from before. She slowly strides across your vision as she sits down on your bed while crossing her arms. You’re taken back by her obvious disrespect so you shove her off your bed. “Hey have you never been in prison before? Don’t you know not to sit on peoples bunks? I don’t even have your name!” You yell, making sure you assert yourself on your new cell mate. She raised her chin, clear eyes boring into you. She gave a half shrug before standing up. The way she peered over you made way to a clenching feeling in your chest. For a brief moment a wild thought raced through of holding her while both of you touch down each other’s- your thoughts are squashed as she snaps her fingers in between your eyes, bringing you back to earth. She steps forward provoking, “I don’t know how many times I have say this but my name is Hermes Costello and yes I’ve been to prison before.”

Hermes made her way back on your bed, relaxing her head and cocking it to the side as if to invite you to sit next to her. You slouch on your bed fully aware that she’s taken over the conversation and that she would be the one to order you around. The prison hierarchy is known to favor those that are able to gather the attention and respect from those around them. While you may not know why she’s in here in the first place, you already know that asking would not be in your favor.

Hermes pivoted her torso in your direction, lightly brushing her slender hand over your fingers. Leaning in closer to you she inquired, “So now that we know enough about each other, how do you feel about being with women?” A rut comes up your stomach as you realize what she’s asking of you. Mind racing with the same thoughts from earlier, you think of your options. You had always wanted a prison girlfriend, someone you can protect and be intimate with. Intimacy in such a place is rare to come by as it lengthens your sentence for sexual misconduct in a prison so getting a girlfriend was always going to be a toss up. You recognize Hermes’ strength and regard and know that she wouldn’t hurt you but you are unsure if she’d protect you the way you would for her. Knowing that she’s only asking as a formality rather than actually caring about how you truly feel, you lean in and peck her on the lips.

“It’s my preference.” You imply with a grin, pulling away and leaning on the palms of your hands. It has only been a second but you already miss the feeling of her lips. Despite her aggressive appearance, her lips were a delicate velvet that left you wanting more. She sports a smirk across her face, lips curling up and eyes glossed over with a squint. Her face tattoos pulling and stretching with her smile. She knows that she now has a grip on you. She closes herself back into you, teasing, “You’re my girl now, break up with whoever you’re with.”

“I don’t have any other girlfriends Hermes!” You laugh bitterly while rubbing your temples.

“Good, that makes it easier for us.”

Smirking, she crawls on the bed over to you. Moving one hand to rub your shoulder, she closes in on you and breathes next to your ear. “We’ll do things girlfriends do in the coming days. The guards will be watching me since I’ve been here before.” You catch a whiff of her and she smells like a forest covered in flowers. You feel like you’re being driven up the wall with how forward she is. She pulls away, catching a chunk of your hair in her hand. She begins playing with it, twisting it and running her fingers through it.

Looking up at you, her eyebrows are arched while she whispers, “There’s also some things I need to buy if we’ll be doing that.”

You suck in drily, eyes wide while watching her move to her bunk. You can feel your excitement well up in your underwear, clenching while feeling a slick emerge from within.

You lay in bed the rest of the night, still hot from the brief interaction from Hermes earlier.

For the next couple of days you only catch glances of Hermes with other inmates. Doing small trades where she brings out small rolls of cash from her jumpsuit. You don’t press her or interact with her too much as a relationship such as this is forbidden. What you didn’t realize was what she was plotting to do with you in due time.

It suddenly happened in the dead of the night while you were sleeping. A strong hand clasped over your mouth while the other shook you awake. Your eyes shoot wide open to the sight of a grinning Hermes. Dark braids pool around your face while you look dead in her green eyes. She moves her hand from your mouth and holds up a finger to her lips, signaling for you to stay quiet. She moves her face so that she’s right next to your ear, “Would you like to do things with me tonight hermosa?” You move your hand up to grip her yellow shirt, excitement welling up in your throat. Curling up your lips you decide to get bold. Moving your hand up, lightly tracing across Hermès’ chest feeling out her breasts. You nod gingerly, worried of getting caught. She moves up across your bunk, calmly kissing across your face. “Don’t worry bebe, I have the guards routine memorized, they won’t be around here for another while.”

Right when she starts settling in between your legs, you feel something hard brush against your thigh. You stiffen up, could she have tricked you and she’s getting ready to attack you? Seeing your uncertainty, Hermes moves your hand down to a rubbery tube like item. You slide your fingers across it a couple times before looking down and seeing a makeshift strap on. Immediately you smack your hand over your mouth trying to hold down the laughter that’s rising up your throat. “You don’t like it? I did so many trades to make this work. I also ruined one of my sports bras, please let me strap you down?” She playfully rubs the strap against your thigh causing you to smile. Leaning over to bump your forehead against hers you croon, “Let me get naked first and then we’ll see what you can do with your mouth, cariña.” She gives you a knowing look, “Let me find out that you’re learning these words from other females around here. You can only talk to me like this, got it?” You shimmy yourself out of your body suit retorting, “¡Si jefa!”

She reaches down and pinches one of your ass cheeks while you’re pulling off your underwear. “I’m about to eat your cherry out. Try not to make too much noise, alright?” She winks up at you, pulling your legs up over her shoulders. You lightly squeeze your thighs against the sides of her head, “You’re being way too confident Hermes...” you trail off at the feeling of a wet tongue running across your clit.

She moves her hands in between your thighs to spread you for better access. Light flicking of her tongue has you biting your lip. You look down at her, fierce eyes staring right back at you. She speeds up while keeping the same pressure, massaging her thumbs at the sides that she has pulled. Hermes let’s herself drool atop your clit, letting it pool together with your own wetness. She quickly dips down to gather up all the wetness, pressing her lips flush against your pussy. She sucks lightly while moving her tongue in circles around your clit. You can’t stop yourself from your quickened breathing, small noises slipping from your tightened throat.

You can feel your stomach clenching, wanting to feel more you roll your pelvis against her face. One of her hands moves down to stick two fingers in, massaging you while moving slowly. She moves her other hand to squeeze hard on your thigh, bringing a gasp out of you. Immediately Hermes pulls away, sitting up on her knees. She smacks down on your swollen clit making you wiggle your knees towards your body. “How about I put this in you and show you who you belong to?” Hermes removes her shirt and bra, exposing herself completely. You loop your hands behind your knees and pull them up next to your chest. You’re left fully exposed under Hermes’ intense gaze. She smacks the strap against your clit, slowly rolling it against the folds of your pussy.

At this point you’re still sensitive from when she was eating you out so you squirm at the cold sensation. She moves her thumb to circle around your clit causing you to look away, stiffening your mouth. Slowly the strap is being pushed inside you causing a gasp to come out, “Fuck Hermes that kinda hurts.” The pressure from the stiff pole like item causes you to anxiously clench around it, a resistance in you softly trying to push it out. She stops moving immediately but keeps her thumb flicking on your clit. She moves her other hand to caress the back of you thigh as she comforted, “It’s okay we can take our time, let me help you relax.” Her kind words and little massages cause you to seize your tight grip on the strap. You allow one of your hands to move down and place it on top of her hand. You look up at her as you moan, “Please keep going Hermes, it’s starting to feel good!”

Hermes’ excitement shows through her quickened flicks and her sudden thrust, pushing the whole strap in. A louder moan escapes you but Hermes moves a hand down over your mouth. “¡Oye! ¡Supe que te iba a gustar pero tienes que tranquilizarte!” You calm down allowing her to continue thrusting into you, hand still over your mouth. You kiss her hand letting her know that you’re okay. You can feel her getting deeper, the pleasure stretching far beyond just inside your pussy.

Hermes grabs hold of your legs and stretches them out farther. She readjusts her knees so her pelvis is higher and more aligned with you. The way she rolls her hips in you causing her breasts to bounce has you thrown. You move your hands up to grope at her chest, squeezing her dark nipples. She shudders under your touch as she continues rolling her hips into yours. She moves her hands next to your waist, holding her up as she begins to pound in you.

An exquisite feeling begins to well up in your stomach; getting more intense as she goes in deeper but settling down when she pulls out. “Oh Hermes that’s feels really good! I never want to stop having sex with you!” You groan, moving your hands up to caress the back of her neck. She moves down to kiss your nipples and lick across your neck. Her soft black braids tickle your hot skin, the smell of Shea butter invading your senses.

Her thrusts have become short and deep, hardly moving out. This rolls you into a leg shaking orgasm, mouth hung open with your eyes rolled back in your head. She continues moving, further stimulating you. Sitting up again, she flicks her fingers over your clit. Her other hand comes over you, sticking three fingers in your mouth. You try to keep eye contact with her as your orgasm is prolonged, waves of pleasure reaching your head. Becoming a mess under her, you drool over her fingers and the muscles in your thighs tense.

You can feel tears forming in your eyes as she continues thrusting in you. She begins slapping and pinching your clit, giving you an almost painful feeling. A feeling hard to concentrate on as you feel ultimate pleasure coming from within.

She continues stimulating you until your neck is covered in your own saliva and tears. An intense pulsating feeling from your pussy is all you can feel when she finally pulls out. You can feel the wet sheets underneath you from how wet you had become when she overstimulated you. Heaving as you breathe, you watch her remove the makeshift strap on.

She straddles you, pushing you down on your pillow, she leered at you, “Your not getting any rest tonight belleza, lay down so I can sit on your face.”

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IC            IS            VOICE            BODY            MEMORY            PLOTTING

★ I.D

FULL NAME: Jael Roy Singerman BIRTH: March 19th, 39 y.o. SEX & GENDER: Male SPECIE: Human..? ETHNICITY: Caucasian (?) LANGUAGE: English and French OCCUPATION: Counter terrorist defender RELIGION: Atheist SEXUALITY: Heteroflexible ★ ANATOMY 

HAIR:  Very short, tangled mix of charcoal and black with a front bang EYES: Chocolate brown FACE: A jagged jaw with large, half crazed looking eyes, Jael’s previously, one might say, stereotypically beauteous features are now wasted by dark, deep scars and wrinkles COMPLEXION: Warm olive SCAR: Multiple deep scars run over Jael’s body. Although numerous, they do not cover the majority of it, only at key points from what seems like slashes and gun wounds TATTOOS: One… HEIGHT: 195 cm BUILD: Lean rectangle shaped, toned by regular training VOICE: Rough and warm ★ PERSONA LIKES: Camaraderie, sex, beer DISLIKES: Weak-willed people, party poopers, social politics MBTI: ESFP “The Entertainer” ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral POLITICAL STANCE: Middle Liberal EDUCATION LEVEL: Military college DRUGS: ??? PHOBIAS: ??? DISORDER: None diagnosed ★ “ARGO FUCK YOURSELF.” Jael was born on a dairy farm in the middle of Canada, on a road right between the city and the countryside, surrounded by six other siblings and two hardboiled parents. Being the kid in the middle, Jael never especially put much thought in his position compared to his brother and sister. Actually, he never put much thought into anything, and just went on with life as it went, following what everyone told him was normal. An average kid, Jael was popular with his peers as he had the look of, well, the average “not bad looking at all” north american kid, had an early growth spurt and was doing pretty well at sports. Quickly, however, Jael found himself hanging out with friends who didn’t think too much like himself, falling in group into every fad as they grew up. At home, no dark tale of abuse with his family, no real life-scarring drama. Just the technical, material support and teachings of parents. With nearly no warmth nor bonding, which only made Jael bond with his gang full of mischief. Drugs, smoking, sex, they all shared everything, with depending degrees. And the boy’s lifestyle was soon far from what his family expected it to be. He still finished his chores at the farm, but his increasingly sloppy ways, too eager to finish to go elsewhere, brought some judging comments. Still, family is family, and Jael would say he was plenty content with it. While he wasted his time away during his secondary school years, Jael was barely able to graduate; his part-time work in a fast food chain was, to him, even bigger of a highlight than the time he’d spend in class. In the end, Jael only needed the simple suggestion of his father to enroll in the military. And although one could tell this would be the opposite of how he currently lived, his simple mind were satisfied of the pros, and so easily the sheep decided to step into this path. ★ “HISTORY STARTS OUT AS FARCE AND ENDS UP AS TRAGEDY.” At first given dubious looks by his entourage, Jael actually didn’t have much difficulty letting go of his bad consumption, as he found that those time killers were only replaced by others. In the beginning hard on his body, training became like second nature, waking up so tired and lazy, but immediately finding an inexplicable relief in releasing tension out of his system, and be able to go farther and farther, a newly degree of competitiveness rising into Jael. Was it this to be alive? Colour sparked in his previously apathetic eyes, energy ran through his frame. Even in his harshest moments he’d have something, someone, although emotionally clumsy, to have his back. Thing is, he’d never realise he was alive. Because he was only living through it. And soon enough, Jael felt like he just blinked as everything went so fast. He was given whatever medals, standing on whatever private stage and, at some point, he was instated in special ops. Surrounded by people who spoke big words, wore big suits and had big names. He listened and memorised the field, followed orders, took a deep breath and banked his paycheck. As he closes his eyes now, it starts to fade. Where which event had been. Which people were there. Jael looks at his friends, who remember exactly everything despite the years. Sometimes he does, sometimes he doesn’t. Then, one mission felt dubious. Everyone could feel it in their spine. “higher ups asked for this” sounds like such a cliche, but when it is told to you by someone you trust, someone you spent years and years with, someone who saved your life more than you can count, when it is also your job, your friends need you and you’ve only known this since forever. There was nowhere else to go, no space to fight against what those small guys in their small suits told. And it went wrong, so wrong. It’d leave him disfigured forever. ★ “THIS IS THE BEST BAD IDEA WE HAVE SIR…” You’re being shown people going under, switching identities, running away like only something from another world, until you realise it is happening to you too. At first, you think you can survive for your comrades, until things turn out for the better. Then, one by one, gone. All gone. Hunted down? No. MUCH WORST. Gone in a way buried at the back of the mind, hidden in the dark; the thought of it enough to make him sob, shiver. And there was only one left; the most idiotic of them. The one who probably didn’t deserve to survive. Jael wasn’t the brightest bulb, and before he knew it he was in jail, under his fake name, waiting for his face, under his hair, beard and scars, to be recognised. But it never did. And he never understood how he managed to survive. Just going with the flow, fucking with every crack in the system he could see, because that is only what he did. And he did like he always did; he adapted to his environment. Build partnerships, found a group to hang around with. What changed? There were no rules anymore. It didn’t exist; the lingering familiarity of earlier years stroke his scalp. Only now he was much bigger, stronger… As his cellmate, Jael met a man, a man who was the exact type he despised. The same type of man who put him in this situation, and destroyed everything his heart held and could hold dear. The reason for the disappearance of his brothers in arm, the unknown state of his family; men who used others they deemed expandable to do their dirty work. A man seeing himself so high above the others, acting as he didn’t understand his situation at all. The white collar didn’t have to brag, it always showed in his eyes; how he saw those around him as ants and tools to be used. Jael would be unable to take it anymore at some point, and maybe, for the first time in his life, his eyes showed a another kind of spark. Was it rage? Passion? Anger? He didn’t know, he could only hear the pounding in his chest, grabbing this guy by his obnoxiously silky hair and bashing his head against the table, wasting away precious powder. Unlike what he felt in the past, this one never seemed to satiate. He had done nothing wrong; yet life decided to betray him. Jael was never much of a man of vengeance, although he believed in justice. However, in this moment, he could only cry out what he had lost and take it out on the person he suddenly decided to hold responsible. A smaller body than his could do nothing against his training, and the laugh and cheer of his mates only made the blood in his veins boil stronger. The hatred shoved up his guts at every striking snarks, and his victim’s razor sharp look while being held down, not wavering, only encouraged him further to relieve his needs of violence. Dump all dopamine in that motherfucker’s ass as a sign of dominance. Nevertheless, at some point, never did Jael knew this kind of release would happen more than once, with less eyes and noise. In bathed breath and confusion. In the midst of nothing being right, any progress being reset over and over in some pool of nonsense, there was only this. The sweet, sweet (or was it, really? No. It wasn’t, but he believed so.) sensation of biting and nailing against his body, hands wrapped against another’s throat like relieving some good memories of mission fatalities. Have his usual focus on the present enhanced by a thousand, and his desires suppressing any part of this pawn he didn’t want to look at, only the ones he could take a single drop of pleasure from; those white collar, soft and pale hands, those silky long hair, sultry shaped eyes and thoroughly moisturised skin. And, although he somehow dismissed it as a game, Jael felt a sense of satisfying ownership take over him while his shivs would run over the other, being his territory just like everything in this cell. It’d become some sort of a habit, yet not so often as to not arise suspicions; if anything others believed they were mostly at each others’ throats, with the guards not against that bastard being roughed up.. and they were right, because this wasn’t some cute lovemaking; a good half of it was attempted murder. Another crowd was even worst; they believed them to be rivals, friends in disguise. A crazed, vicious schedule settled in while Jael’s head slowly, but surely, forgot. Forgot everything. Outside this place. Like at the farm, where all day would be the same, and he’d stop counting the day and feel the seasons. His body had always been a tool to a mean, and his character darkened in pure survival and simple, basic needs. His mind cracked atop his personal dummy, violence taping as to not let it break. What shook him ever so slightly, was how his cellmate changed. Jael frowned while observing. It was so subtle, yet gradual. Even his dumb mind could pick up if the person he saw extensively everyday was shifting. The speech would switch, and they’d end up exchanging nearly amusing banter while he strangled the man until he passed out, spurting jokes while blood smeared alongside his arms and thighs. Jael’d never tell whatever he thought of his dear cellmate. It grew into something. Something he felt like had no word, no description. And before long he dared do something he didn’t do for real in so long; share. Share not facts which would only raise some points with inmates, but simple yet meaningful ones that reached the edges of his heart. Like generic childhood memories, hobbies, “i met a guy like that once”… There was nothing good about that relationship. Nothing he could ever share because no normal person could understand. It felt as close as it could be with a comrade… but in a twisted, perverse, way. Still, it was the one thing that seemed, at the very least, real. Where Jael could find an identity, and not only be driven by pure instinct, not acting like a simple sheep. The thing was, not once did he ever wonder what his cellmate was thinking, feeling. From the two of them, he was the most selfish now. Just acting impulsively, with no second thought on the consequences of his actions. He was never able to evolve more from there, because finally karma stroke. Whatever had been done in the shadows, it was performed nearly, he could say, admirably. Everything well put in place, inmates stealthily moving towards the exit as other stayed. The sense of eariness drowning in the air while he was sweeping the floor. Crashed furniture and thrown buckets of water, only had the time to fight off one person that a shiv was already piercing through Jael’s flesh, pain stunning his body long enough for another to go through his stomach. He was swept off his feet, back hitting the wet and soapy concrete floor, stained by his own blood. That is when John Smith was officially dead.