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Melissa Wolf

Sometimes credited under the alternate spelling of Melissa Wolfe, she was born in 1964 in New Westminster, British Columbia, Canada. Melissa was raised in Vancouver and educated in all girl Catholic schools. She began modeling and dancing at gentleman's clubs at age 18 when her job at McDonalds didn't pay the bills. She became Penthouse Pet of the Month for the June 1985 issue of the magazine, and continued her dancing and nude modeling career well into the 1990's, dabbling in hardcore shoots with male adult stars and some softcore lesbian shoots. In the late 1990s and throughout the 2000s, she appeared in around half a dozen B-movies. In January 2007 she was arrested at her suburban home near Atlanta, Georgia on charges of prostitution, keeping a place of prostitution and conspiracy to possess cocaine under the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act. In October 2007, she pleaded guilty to prostitution, holding a place of prostitution and possession of cocaine and was fined $US150,000.

[potofsoup]

So.... I kind of accidentally fell into a Batfam fic hole for the past 3+ months and ... ::checks:: read >1000 fics??? Ooops?

Anyway, a fic rec list below the cut -- don't think anything is particularly surprising for anyone who is actually in the batfam fandom, since I stuck to the greatest hits, but in case you're like "Soup, how did you fall into a hole this deep for this long", under the cut are ~20 fics, organized by length. Mostly Tim-centric hurt/comfort because I'm basic like that. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

- Hot Cat on a Tin Roof by Arsenic (4k) This one is super cute -- basically Tim is an omega who has been hiding his heats because his parents were shit and never taught him otherwise, but then Jason finds out and of course mother-hens aggressively.

- phantom pain by envysparkler (5k) A great entry in the category of "Jason finds out that Tim's home life is miserable" -- in this case, he finds out that Tim's dad beats him through an accidental pain transference spell. Tim's dad gets his comeuppance.

- transaction by envysparkler (7k) The one where kid!Tim is touch-starved and goes to pay prostitute!Jason for hugs.

- The Second Stage by nightwalker (8k) Short and full of feels: basically Tim is touch-starved and determined not to bleed on anyone. Unfortunately his family finds out and he gets lots of cuddles.

- Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding (11k) Hilarious one where Tim puts out an ad for a brother and Jason accidentally answers. I love the little!Tim characterization here.

- 1-800-ROBIN by spqr (12k) A great entry in the "Jason Todd finds out and forcibly adopts Tim into the Batfam" category, all told through a series of phone calls. Great Jason Todd voice.

- Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines by SilverSkiesAtMidnight (13k) Tim's parents remain horrible! In this one, they make Tim food-insecure by cutting his food-buying budget and Tim, of course, tries to solve the problem himself. Eventually people figure it out and Tim ends up in a much better place.

- Tell Me I Am by potofrogs (15k) Basically trans!Tim gets kidnapped by Ras and made his "queen", saves himself and comes back to Gotham, and ... manages to recover, confront the Bats and stake out his own life in a generally healthy manner?!! I like that in this one, he doesn't immediately fall back into the Batfam gravity well and instead figures out what he actually wants.

- A Meditation on Railroading by eggmacguffin (25k) Wow this is an amazing fic about gaslighting. It's about Tim being abandoned in Atlanta by his shitty dad and deciding to train-hop his way home. I feel like I understand gaslighting better now.

- The Lone Ranger Never Had to Deal with Bruce Wayne by theskeptileptic (25k) This is a fic where Tim plans to fake his own death and run away to Canada to start a new life. Features hilarious little!Tim logic -- I love how his plans are both very smart but also very stupid at the same time, because he's 11.

- Missed Calls by nightwalker (26k) 5 times that Tim's dad didn't pick up the phone and one time he did. A particularly good rendition of the "Tim's parents are neglectful" trope. A good 5+1 really explores the range of the premise, and this fic delivers.

- His Head is Bloody, but Unbowed by gunpowder_and_pearls (26k) A great Jason POV fic! I love the way this fic captures what Jason's life would be like if he didn't end up getting adopted by Bruce -- the precariousness of trying to hold down two jobs as a 16-year-old and also dealing with a not-healthy home life. (It's okay, he befriends Nightwing and Robin)

- exception by cassiopeia721 (27k) A good character piece where Tim is taught that he's the "exception" -- exceptionally bright and mature, and therefore "kid" rules don't apply to him. Which doesn't do well for his emotional development, of course, as he deals with family neglect and also getting beaten up by Jason Todd.

- a Robin by any other name by redrobin1989 (33k) I love me some identity porn, and in this one, Tim still becomes Robin but refuses to tell Batman who he is. It really does some fun stuff with the "Batman and Tim!Robin is just a professional relationship" premise. (They figure it out in the end)

- Red Letter Day by silverwhittlingknife (41k, 9/? chapters) This is a wip, but deffo worth reading! Basically Dick is trying to be single-parent to Damian and barely keeping all the balls in the air. There's a mysterious calendar date that's marked as super important but he can't remember what it is. He thinks it's for Damian (but it's pretty clear by chapter 2 that it's for Tim). It's got an interesting Dick & Tim dynamic in that they hang out and obviously care about each other, but also there's too many things left unsaid (but Dick is really trying his best!)

- Banshee In A Well by liverobinreaction (bugbee) (43k) In this one, Tim keeps dying and coming back to life. It doesn't leave any emotional trauma around self-worth at all, no sirree. Nor does it feed into Tim's self-sacrifice tendencies at all, either, of course not.

- Dead Boys Don't Scream by Year_of_Summer (49k, 15/26 chapters) Wow I love this fic. Tim feeling neglected by Batfam? check. Tim running off and trying to solve problems himself with an overly-convoluted plan and zero survival instinct? check. Tim making friends despite himself? check. Super cool siren/merpeople mythology? check. All the angst upon Tim's return? check. This fic hasn't hit the comfort part of hurt/comfort, but it's expertly written and I definitely trust the author to deliver! Definitely worth a subscribe.

- The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks (52k) So lots of fics have this arc of "Tim feels shut out from the Batfam and eventually does something so drastic that the Batfam is forced confront their issues." Which I love! But sometimes I want the Batfam to notice earlier, for them to try to fix things but it's hard and rocky because they're different people with different traumas and hangups. This fic delivers beautifully.

- buy back the secrets by sundiscus (71k, 5/6 chapters) I love the characterizations in this one, particularly Kon! It's a super cute Tim/Kon fic where Kon doesn't know that Tim is Red Robin. Great plotting, too! It only has 1 more chapter to go, so you know things are going to be resolved and okay :)

- Northern Attitude (I Was Raised on Little Light) by theskeptileptic (79k, 16/18 chapters) I absolutely love this writer. Tim is, of course, miserable in this fic (because he wants to be part of the Batfam but his parents basically blackmailed Tim into staying with them and continuing all the child abuse), but everything eventually works out! Tim is a great self-rescuing princess, and my heart of hearts goes out to the AMAZING Jason POV in chapter 20 (which works as a standalone, though it slightly spoils a bit of the plot), where you really FEEL how much Jason loves literature and uses that to guide his life.

[and two bonus super long ones:]

- Liminal Space by Calamityjim (77k) Oh man this fic series has such great comics-style plot! There's inter-dimensional travel, time travel, an utterly manic!Tim who comes up with the best/worst plans. I also ~love~ the YJ!Bart from a dystopian future who uses "crash" and "mode". Oh, and Tim is deeply flawed (and should not be allowed to do dimensional travel), but he still finds a loving, supportive family. (Warning: if you do go further in this fic series, the last fic of the series, "Collapse", is aggressively NOT kind to Clark Kent.)

- Finding the Line by Miss_Lazy_Tuesday (130k) In this one, Dick actually catches Damian trying to kill Tim, and as a result, actually gets Damian and Tim to reconcile before Tim runs off. Then the Batkids basically work together to bring Bruce back, find a magical macguffin, defeat the League of Assassins, and stop a complete re-write of reality. Great characterization and a fun comic plot.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

OR another idea: don’t ask me how that happened, but merle has a child (and ofc it’s reader) but since he doesn’t really take care of her - are we surprised? - daryl does and he sees her as her own daughter

(tbh idk how to feel about this one but.. yeah :D)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

― pairing: daryl dixon & teenage dixon!reader (platonic)

― era: season 1

― summary: merle didn't even want you in the first place, but with the state having been at your neck before the world ended, it looks like your stuck with your bigot father and quiet uncle.

― warnings: shane is a warning within itself, so is merle, mentions of drugs, mentions of prostitution, mentions of heroin usage, mentions of drinking, smoking, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, merle is a dead beat but fuck him anyway we don't care, uncle daryl to the rescue, daryl dixon fluff, angst, arguing, teenage hormones.

― wc: 1618

⋆ a/n: thank you anon so much for both of your requests that you've sent! this is 1/2 so!! and be surer if your ideas next time, because this was a lovely write, and i honestly enjoyed writing it! since they're still related in some way, i tried to make the character the same as them loosely, mostly in personality and such!

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It was safe to say you hated everyone; maybe it was grungy teenage hormones, or the fact that you were required by the state to live with your shitty dad and your uncle. Merle knew that you existed, but he never bothered to even try and reach out to your mom or even offer any help, let alone put his name on your birth certificate. You were glad that you didn’t uphold the Dixon name, because for the short three months that you lived with the brothers, they brought you nothing but disappointment. Your dad a loudmouthed, sexist, racist, drug addicted pig; your uncle, a closed off and reserved man that could never seem to think for himself, always following Merle around like a lost puppy.

It was safe to say you haven’t had the easiest childhood, with your mom having been a prostitute, it was easy for her to fall into habits such as alcoholism and drugs. Merle really wasn’t picky with the women he had sex with, and that’s what set you up for failure before you were even born. Your home was a little run-down trailer that your mother couldn’t even be bothered to try and clean up, leaving out heroin needles, beer cans, food wrappers, and the overflowing ash tray on your cluttered coffee table across from the miniature sofa – that was your makeshift bed because she didn’t want to give up the queen size bed. By the time you reached high school you were skipping class and stealing your mother’s cigarettes.

Due to her neglect and the fact that you hadn’t attended school since your freshman year, the corrupt justice system sent you off to your closest relative, and that was your dad. They knew he was no good, having been in and out of many prisons and well acquainted with the cops around town, but it didn’t seem to make a difference, they just wanted you off their hands.

It wasn’t like he greeted you with open arms either, often locking you out of the townhouse all three of you lived in simply because he forgot you existed.

When the world ended, you hadn’t been home in what had seemed like forever, often disappearing to God knows just to forget about the world around you. You hadn’t left your spot at the train tracks just meters away from your townhouse that was separated by a mere tree line, and much to your surprise, Daryl had been the one to come and snatch you up, telling you something along the lines of “Get yer ass up, girl. We gotta go.” You followed begrudgingly of course, rather dying wherever you were at than having to be forced to be near your piece of shit father.

The night that you had all left Atlanta together, you watched as planes flew over your heads, bombing what was left of the city.

Life had been mundane since finding the quarry and being hesitantly taken in by its inhabitants.

You were sitting at the campfire that was dimming, many were already sleeping, and you had no idea if the Dixons were too since both men wanted to set up their tents away from all the others. You really didn’t want to make the walk through the woods, unaware of what might be hiding within the shadows, and you didn’t have the energy to try and kill any of those bastards.

Reaching in your coat pocket, you were frustrated to find that you only had three cigarettes left. Sighing, you took one out and leant forward, lighting it with the dying flames that barely poked out from under the charred wood. You breathed in the fumes, releasing it and allowing your body to relax into the fold out chair.

“You shouldn’ be smokin’ that shit.” You heard a voice sound from behind you. You only rolled your eyes as he took a seat on another folded out chair next to you. You took another hit of the cancerous stick. “Don’t be a prude, Uncle Daryl.” You said with a smirk. As you spoke, you blew the smoke out of your mouth, the clouds causing your voice to sound foggy.

“Ya heard me.” You heard him say before he plucked the thing out from between your fingers and threw it in the pit. “What the fuck?!” You said angrily, “I’m on my last pack. Fucking dick.” You mumbled the last part to yourself, but he heard it. “I’m jus’ tryna look out for ya. No need for ya to be a little asshole.” He bit back at you with narrowed eyes.

“What’s the point in looking out for me now? You sure as shit didn’t when the world was up and moving. No need to try and take care of me just because the dead are walking. Either way, I’m gonna die, either getting the skin ripped off my bones or lung cancer.” You got up as you glared at him. “You don’t owe me shit, Daryl. Just leave me alone.”

Yes, you were being too hard on him, but there was a part of you that was bitter, that felt left behind by the world, like you didn’t deserve to be there in the first place. Little did you know, that’s exactly how Daryl felt too.

You had woken up sweaty, the Georgian heat bleeding through the thin walls of your tent. The area around you was quiet as you got up, walking over to the men’s tent and snatching back the tent flap only to find it empty. You had no idea where your dad or uncle was. You paid no mind to their absence as you wadded through the woods to see that there was barely anyone at the heart of the camp.

“Good afternoon sleepy head.” Carol greeted you sweetly. She was brushing through her little girl’s hair, braiding it between her nimble fingers. If there was one person you couldn’t bring yourself to be rude to despite your distaste for many of those around you, it was Carol. You had recognized that she had already been through enough, with her abusive husband breathing down her and her daughter’s neck.

“You can’t jus’ keep sleepin’,” You Shane piped up. “Ya gotta pull your weight around here just like everyone else.” You huffed. “I just woke up man, get off my dick.” You said crudely, taking the plate of cooked squirrel that Carol had saved just for you. That seemed to piss the ex-cop off because he slapped the plate out of your hand, getting in your face as he glared down at you.

“Listen here, Dixon. Yer the oldest of any of the kids here, you don’t jus’ get a free pass ‘cause yer dad and uncle does the huntin.’” You glared up at him. “First of all, I ain’t no Dixon.” You said with a clenched jaw, a bit of your southern accent spilling out from between your lips. “Secondly, if you mean doing laundry or cooking while the men do the killing and the women do the chores, then no chance in hell.” Your words were laced with venom, the battle for dominance between you and the older man evident as he attempted to stare you down. “Well, I for one don’t care what you think.” He all but growled.

“Seems like agree on something.” You spat.

“Aye!” You heard Daryl yell as he emerged from the woods. “The hell’s goin’ ‘ere?” He questioned; his eyes trained on Shane. “Dealin’ with your niece’s smart mouth that’s what.” You just scoffed. “Oh please. You were acting like a douchebag.” He stepped closer to you, causing you to lean back. “You wanna say that again?”

Before things could take a turn for the worse, you felt Daryl’s hand land on your forearm to tug you away from the man. You let him, despite the overwhelming need to knock Shane silly, your fists twitching at your sides and your irises burned with the flames of a thousand suns.

“I got ‘er. C’mon.” You heard your uncle say softly.

He led you back your camp where he sat you and him down on a rouge log.

“Ya can’t be getting’ into fights with him like that.” He scolded.

“He was treating me like I was some kid he could talk down to! Hell, even knocked my fuckin’ plate out of my hand like an immature asshole!” If there was one thing Daryl was sure of, it was that you were a Dixon, no matter how badly you tried to deny it, you had their hot-headedness and all, even down to his own preference cigarette brand.

“I can make ya some more. I jus’ don’ want ya getting’ hurt ‘cause I don’t trust Shane, not one bit, and I don’ know what he’ll do. Especially if me and Merle ain’ around.”

“It’s not like Merle would try and protect me anyways. If anything, he’d thank that bastard for getting rid of me. I’ve been nothing but a burden to him no matter how hard I try to separate myself away from him, from both you.” You spoke solemnly. Usually, you never spoke like this, but Daryl’s surprisingly soft words melted you like butter.

“You don’ need to separate yerself from me ‘cause yer not a burden, even if Merle can’t see that.”

There was a part of you that wanted to believe him, to find comfort in the callous redneck, and for a moment, you do, allowing yourself to lay your head on his shoulder.

“Merle is a dick, huh?” You ask with a small, watery laugh.

“Mhm.” He hummed, even though you knew it was one of approval.

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NOT GOOD AT GOODBYES

daryl dixon x fem reader (season 3 era)

WARNINGS: couples argument, implications of almost dying, mentions of kidnapping, breakup, implications of stripping clothing, mentions of the word prostitute, mentions of uncomfortable interactions, uncomfortable shoulder touching, not sure if it’s SA? (Might edit a smut part later idek I’m just lazy to do it rn lol)

she didn't mean it, hell he didn't mean it. Their silly little argument all of it, they didn't mean to scream at each other her and they sure as hell didn't mean to cut things off just like that,

their relationship over in just a few heated words, she felt sick to her stomach looking at his stuff that had now been missing from their once shared cell room.

-

"god bringing him here! after what he did to me and Maggie!" she screeched at him watching him grunt softly rubbing over the stubble of his beard before he yelled back at her.

"He's my brother! was i supposed to leave em to a man who tried to kill us!" he pitted against her watching her scoff,

"we almost died looking for him Christ's sake! we almost died while he was on a joy run with the goddamn governor playing warrior!" she watched him unfold his arms as he threw them up at her face.

"merle almost got rick and glenn killed! do you hear me our friends almost died for that piece of shit!" she scolded at him,

"watch your mouth y/n! you say one more thing about em and we're done ya hear me!" he yelled back watching as she fumed ever so desperately trying to hold back her bitter words.

his hands cupped her cheek harshly just ask she was about to speak, "say one more thing and i swear to god" he hissed roughly tossing her face away from him watching her rub her cheek and lick her lips.

"if you want a douchebag brother over a fiancé that's been here since we were at that damn camp back near atlanta! i was there when you got shot with an arrow, i was there when you were looking for sophia and couldn't forgive yourself when we found her dead body in that barn! Dammit daryl i was there when we looked for your brother who doesn't give shit about you because if he did he would've never even considered the thought of killing you and if you want this over end it Daryl end it now because i'm done!" she screeched putting her foot down watching him take a step back as he sunk into her words.

"maybe ya deserved it" he mumbled watching her brows furrow,

"what the hell does that mean!?" she asked with a huff taking a seat down onto one of the lunch tables,

"it means maybe ya deserved hurting all of that bullshit cause ya know i never asked ya to, i didn't ask ya to follow me like some dumb bitch puppy dog all the goddamn time so yer right we're done!"

he scoffed watching tears form into her eyes leaving a glossy reflection, she gulped harshly pressing back the tears so she could speak in agreement, "we're done" she muttered back standing up and bumping past him, he turned to watch as she walked quickly back into the cell block slamming the door behind her.

“Good!” He hollered back sinking against the wall as he pulled out a cigarette from his leather jacket, he lit it looking over at carol who darted her eyes away from him and back to the laundry.

-

she looked at the food tray in-front of her, beth had slid it to her but she had been now just staring and picking at some of the vegetables,

"i know you eat these i've seen you at the farm house you practically ate your entire plate in a few seconds" she spoke pointing to a side of cucumbers on the plate while she smiled looking over at Judith who was babbling in her arms.

y/n rudely pushed it away from her as she looked at the bars of the window that had been covered with a slab of wood to prevent attacks, Daryl had been in the same room with a few of the other members of the group while they were eating their dinner.

he could see the dullness of her face, the way the light and sunshine had been drained from it.

He noticed that she hadn't been eating and that she had been just pushing her food away in silence for hopes people like Beth and Glenn would stop nagging her about it.

she sighed softly using her hand to prop her head as she traced her finger over the edge of the tampered up table her and beth sat at, beth was feeding Judith a bottle while looking up at y/n.

y/n flicked her eyes up at her to share the gesture, Beth knew the reason why y/n had been down. She could see the practical lifelessness running through her body almost like she was one of the walkers who were mindless and dull.

y/n had a tear running down her face as she looked at Judith cooing and using her hands to grip the bottle in her hands while beth gently rocked her, she had talked about kids with Daryl

even before they were dating. when they were just friends at the camp surrounded by Dale, Andrea, t-dog, amy, lori, shane and so many others that had died along the way of the apocalypse.

she remembered explaining a low played out fantasy to him, she wanted one or two kids running around the front yard while she had someone sitting with her on the porch, someone who she could relax for the rest of her life with.

Daryl flicked his eyes up at y/n once more and a frown pulled onto his face while he could feel a sense of longing to go and comfort her, it had only been two weeks but without him she was a damn mess.

even when they were best friends before things got serious they never fought unless it was over silly things like who got the kill or who got a certain part of something but it was never this big.

never this big to kill off the relationship they shared with one another.

"eat" she could hear maggie demand at her as y/n flicked her eyes away sending a signal that she hoped Maggie would take and leave her the hell alone, she didn't want people to check on her.

she wanted to sit in her own circle of rotting pity and wait for it to go away, she didn't need the extra help. She wasn't weak and she sure as hell wasn't going to run back like some puppy dog.

"you don't see the rest of us moping around" maggie remarked taking a bite from a carrot while looking down at her plate knowing that she shouldn't have made a comment like that.

"last time i checked what i do is none of your fucking business, jesus christ all of you always wanna control and watch my every fucking move!"

she shouted slamming her hands onto the table before shoving her pistol in her holster and storming out of the cell block.

She didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed for yelling at them, because what she said was true. She had been bossed around by this group ever since the beginning. Ever since the damn apocalypse started she had been bossed around like a damn child.

there was barely any light out but she needed to let loose some type of steam and instead of crying and cowering with her face planted into a cheap prison bunk pillow, she needed to let go of the rage inside her so she planned so she sat at the fence, opening it and whistling for a few walkers as she started to pelt them with bullets.

she bit on her inner cheek harder and harder with each shot until eventually she could taste the blood now lingering on her taste buds from the small wound in her mouth.

"are ya fucking insane!" Daryl yelled from the outside of the fence pulling his crossbow out to shoot a walker that was approaching her,

"oh please shouldn't you be watching your brother or some shit make sure he doesn't kill anyone else!" y/n remarked with a chuckle before raising her gun up to shoot a walker but she saw an arrow run through it she grumbled softly turning to face him.

"that was my kill daryl!" she shouted watching him shake his head at her, he was looking at her like she was mad and maybe she was, maybe she was a little fucking insane for walking out here with 10 bullets in her gun and just a knife on her.

"get it quicker than! and besides i'm trying to help you!" he spoke opening the gate shutting it behind him as he was now back to back with her shooting walkers surrounding them.

"i don't need your help! go watch m-" she could feel her mouth being covered by his hands, "stop that, just stop" he huffed turning to shoot a walker approaching up behind them.

"stop what? stop telling the truth that you chose a murderer over your girlfriend! do you remember what he did to me? do you remember how i was beaten to shit , tied to a chair and left to die because he and the governor sent a damn walker in there to kill me!”

She paused for a minute before she spoke again, she was tired of yelling tired of fighting and running from the problem, it was like all they did these days was run and fight.

“I was forced to strip my clothes in-front of the governor and that’s not enough to make you care? To make you even have an ounce of consideration because Merle had no problem letting him do it”

she spoke lowering her voice so that she hadn’t drawn any attention to walkers, she had tried to shoot another walker but her gun clicked letting her know she was officially out of bullets and screwed because there were walkers filling in around them.

daryl pulled out his gun watching a few of the walkers bodies drop as he grabbed her hand pulling open the main gate and closing it behind them, she panted as she looked over at the fence.

She could see the mob using its hands to push against the fence, reaching their fingers through the gaps trying to reach for them. She gulped feeling as Daryl harshly grabbed her and whipped her around so that she’d be facing him instead.

He hadn’t said anything except lifting up her sleeves and inspecting to see if she had been scratched or bitten at all, and when he found nothing he let out a deep sigh of relief licking his lips clean.

He rubbed over his face with his hand buffering out a soft chuckle, nothing was funny. Well except the fact how stupid he had been for letting Merle even anywhere near the damn prison.

he looked not angry but damned with himself for not listening to her, "sugar” was the only word he could seem to utter from his mouth as he followed her up the gravel, hearing the rocks crunch beneath their feet while he grabbed her arm for her to stop.

“I can’t do that again, I can’t almost die. He knew that we were gonna get married! And he sent that walker in to kill me, I would’ve died if it weren’t for that wooden chair I was tied to. I can’t handle feeling like the governors hands are on my shoulders and watching Merle’s face as he sat there and watched, he watched like I was nothing but a prostitute!”

She spun away watching Daryl’s expression turn sympathetic, and well she knew that someone was probably watching from the prison window.

Whether it was Rick, Maggie, or even Merle she didn’t want them to feel like it was there fault that she had been kidnapped by the governor.

Daryl had followed her into the garden watching as she ran her hands over the bright green leaves inspecting them for any vegetables.

He was truly speechless, he didn’t have an ounce of thoughts to come up with the right words to say to her, he could notice that she had kept looking up at the windows of the prison to see if anyone happened to be peering down on them.

And to which they were all boarded up with wood thanks to ricks doing, and the prison was to loud for them to even hear anything inside.

She sat back on one of the garden beds feeling a gust of wind blow over them, “I can’t do it again Daryl, it’s like I can still feel it, like I feel his eyes just peering over me” she admitted with a gulp feeling him lift her hand up softly and planting a kiss.

“I promise, I’m never gonna let him or that governor touch us again, especially you.” She could tell he felt guilty, she could see it rippling like a stone against water in his eyes.

It was skipping through his thoughts, it was making him go crazy. Making him understand how much of a damn fool he was.

“I’m an idiot” he mumbled looking down at the grass beneath his boots, she laid her head against him. “No you’re not it’s your brother Daryl I mea-“

He stood up abruptly,

“you’re my fiancé why would I throw all this away hmmm? I am a god damn idiot because I should’ve never brought him here in the first place” he shouted watching her stand up and rub his shoulders.

“I love you Daryl, and i just want that prick not to hurt anyone, I don’t want him around me or even near Maggie and Glenn but he’s your brother so I have to understand” she rubbed his cheek softly.

“so ya still wanna marry me?” He asked hoping internally that she hadn’t changed her mind because he was such a damn fool.

“I could never change my mind about wanting to me Mrs. Dixon” she smiled back wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

-

Merle had his eyes laced on her, he had his mind focused on her while he took a bite of some of rations that had been set in-front of him.

She could feel his eyes burning into her as she reached out to grab Daryl’s leg but he was already gone, he had already stood up and grabbed Merle by the corner of his shirt and pulled him into a cell slamming the door closed and pulling down the curtain.

“What the hell daryl!” He shouted trying to poke his head through the curtain but Daryl tied the bottom edges to the bars, “ya can come out when me and y/n are done eating, it’s just so ya can’t stare” he called out before plopping down a seat next to her.

Carol and Rick sat across from them picking at their own plate of food while “better?” Daryl asked watching y/n take a bite from her carrot.

“Better” she repeated back feeling his hand rub hers softly while she could feel a new set of eyes looking at her, but not like she was prey or a hooker but yet they were looking at her like family.

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[mooseyspooky]

Wait, Peter Hogg? I thought he was just Moz friend. Why their relationship was a mess? I've never heard about this before.

Okay, sorry for the delay in replying to everyone! My trip to Atlanta wiped me out.

So Peter Hogg is hard to find information on. He's mentioned a few times on Moz-Solo, and in the Mozipedia by Simon Goddard, but he was around for such a short time that he's often overlooked in Moz' life, especially since Moz didn't talk about him in Autobiography. But it seems to me that, from what little we do know, that it was more than a friendship. I don't think there was much going on romantically between them, but I do think they were fucking around on the side. He vanished right when Jake showed up, after all.

Moz had an intense obsession with queer skinheads and working class guys, as well as queens and the more flamboyant gay crowd, and Hogg fit the bill. I'm personally surprised he didn't veer towards a Johnny lookalike, but - having said that. Hogg showed up around 1989, 1990. The same time Johnny shaved his head.

Here's what Simon Goddard says about him:

To me, this reads like Moz desperately looking for friends to fit in with once Johnny left. Moz spoke a lot about how the Smiths were his only friends aside from Linder and James Maker. So without Johnny and Andy and Mike he probably felt very alone. And so with Hogg and Pete Burns, there was a way for him to be around people he had admired from afar.

I think it's very telling that Hogg was a huge asshole to everyone but Moz. He was very affectionate towards him. He drove him around for hours alone, he looked after him, he possibly picked up rent boys and prostitutes with him - helping Moz have more confidence in himself and his sexuality. Hogg's outburst unfortunately makes me wonder if he was emotionally manipulative though. Moz was so vulnerable after Johnny left it wouldn't surprise me if Hogg had an easy time taking advantage of him. I can't say for sure though.

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1. The Longest Masturbation Session

In 2009, Masanobu Sato won the endurance competition at the annual Masturbate-a-thon fundraiser hosted by San Francisco’s Center for Sex & Culture, an event that first surfaced in the ‘90s to destigmatize solo sex and self-pleasure. What was Sato’s time, you ask? A whopping nine hours and 33 minutes.

Today, however, Sato faces some stiff competition. According to Mel Magazine, 43-year-old Drake Hardy, a “bisexual man with a master’s degree in physical sciences,” is gearing up to break the world record, which has since increased to 10 hours and 10 minutes. Workin’ hard or hardly workin’, eh Drake?

2. The Most Orgasms In One Hour

According to a blog post from sex toy manufacturer Lelo, doctors from the Center for Marital and Sexual Studies in California once observed 134 orgasms from a single woman in one hour — the most ever documented. By contrast, the record for men stands at a measly 16 orgasms in the same length of time.

Similarly, in 1966, a woman experienced the longest orgasm on record. It reportedly lasted for 45 seconds and resulted in 25 individual contractions. Sounds like she came for a good time and a long time.

3. The Oldest Pair Of Twin Sex Workers

In 2012, Martine and Louise Fokken, then 70-year-old identical twin sisters and long-time sex workers in Amsterdam’s Red Light District, released their memoirs and a documentary film about their lives entitled Meet The Fokkens, according to the BBC. The Fokken sisters are widely considered to be the oldest twin sex workers in the business, not only in Amsterdam, where prostitution is legal, but anywhere in the world. BRB, buying tickets for Sister Act 2: Fokken Me Up, coming to a theater near you.

Additional elderly escorts include a Taipei woman in her 80’s nicknamed “Grandma” and Sheila Vogel-Coupe, considered to be Britain’s oldest prostitute, who is now in her early 90’s.

4. The Largest Natural Breasts

Annie Hawkins-Turner, better known as Norma Stitz (aka enormous t*ts), is the Atlanta-based fetish model and entrepreneur who’s held the Guinness world record for largest breasts since 1999. Now in her 60’s, Hawkins-Turner’s bra size is a 102ZZZ and it’s speculated that each breast weighs anywhere between 55 and 85 pounds. In 2011, Hawkins-Turner appeared on the UK’s This Morning to speak about her experience growing up with such a prominent chest, for which she’s been the victim of relentless bullying and teasing from strangers practically all her life. Of her work in the fetish industry, she told the show’s hosts, “I've shown people that big is beautiful and you can be sexy in your own way.” Team Norma forever.

5. Most Sexual Partners In A 24-Hour Period

The holder of this record is widely considered to be porn star Lisa Sparks (also known as Lisa Sparxxx), who — at an event in Warsaw, Poland — reportedly had sex with 919 individual men back-to-back within a period of 24 hours. No one seems to have been able to out-bang Sparxxx since that fateful day in 2004, so she remains the reigning champ. And frankly, it’s a tall order — there’s not enough lube in the entire solar system to keep the chafing from 900+ partners at bay. We salute you and your steel vagina, Ms. Sparxxx.

6. The Oldest Male Pornstar

At 60, Tokyo-born Shigeo Tokuda retired from his desk job as a travel agent and took up something a little more stimulating: Porn. Now well into his 80’s, Tokuda has starred in more than 350 adult films and is widely considered the “undisputed king of Japanese mature porn.” Flex, king.

7. The Oldest Virgin

In 2011, UK-born secretary Clara Meadmore died a proud virgin just before turning 108. During a public celebration of her 107th birthday, Meadmore reportedly told the press that the key to her longevity was her abstinence. To Meadmore, sex and intimate relationships seemed like “a lot of hassle.” Maybe she was onto something… *texts ex*.

8. The Biggest Collection of Penises

If you’ve got a yen for general erotic art, The World Erotic Art Museum, located in Miami Beach, has thousands of works for you to browse. But if you’re looking specifically for a collection of more than 200 penises, you’re going to need to head to the Icelandic Phallological Museum in Reykjavik, Iceland. You’ll see whale penises, you’ll see fox penises, you’ll see penises belonging to characters from Icelandic folklore. This is your one-stop phallus shop. Bring your own condoms.

9. The Largest Orgy

The world record for the largest orgy was broken back in 2006 when 500 naked, writhing bodies came together (in more ways than one) for a sex session in Japan. Since then, the record-holders have proven difficult to de-throne. According to Men’s Health, “Menage Life's Sin City 8 sex festival endeavored to hold the world's largest orgy” in 2018, but logistical difficulties resulted in a sub-par total of 375 people. Better luck next time.

10. The Longest Marriage

Warning: Painfully sweet content ahead! Zelmyra Fisher, born in 1907, and her husband Herbert Fisher, born in 1905, sealed the deal on May 13, 1924 in North Carolina and remained married until Fisher’s death in 2015. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the two had been married 86 years, 9 months, and 16 days as of February 27, 2011. Mawwiage indeed!

11. Most Queefs In 30 Seconds

For those who are less literate in yonic expulsions, a queef is a form of vaginal flatulence, usually accompanied by a fart sound, that escapes the vagina when built-up air pressure is released, especially after or during sex.

In 2009, Howard Stern held a queefing championship, and the results seem to defy all logic and scientific principles. Abby, the winner, reportedly let 93 queefs rip in just one minute for an average of three per second. Truly, an amazing feat. All hail Chief Queef.

12. The Strongest Vagina

13. The Largest Penis

There’s a bit of a dispute about who is the true holder of this coveted record. For many years, New Yorker Jonah Falcon was considered to have the world’s largest penis, clocking in at 9.5 inches flaccid and 13.5 inches when erect. However, in recent years, a challenger from Mexico has come forth named Roberto Esquivel Cabrera, who claims to be the proud owner of a 19-incher. Go long, boys.

14. World’s Longest Kiss

According to Guinness, the longest kiss on record lasted a staggering 58 hours, 35 minutes, and 58 seconds. The love birds in question? Thailand’s own Ekkachai Tiranarat and Laksana Tiranarat. They completed the smooch at an event organized by Ripley's Believe It or Not! in Pattaya, Thailand in 2013. Talk about a marathon makeout sesh.

15. Longest Ejaculation By Distance

The official number on record is 18 feet, 9 inches, reportedly spewed from an American man by the name of Horst Schultz. However, according to a recent Mel Magazine article, these numbers are completely unsubstantiated. It’s not even clear if this Horst Schultz character is a real person or just an urban legend — an Abominable Sperm-man, if you will.

Whether or not he and his record are legit, the lore of Schultz’s ejaculate has inspired one anonymous 35-year-old North Hollywood man to shoot for the stars — or at least the other side of the room. The man, whom Mel Magazine called “Matthew,” is nothing if not dedicated to his craft. His training has whipped his pelvic floor into “prime shape,” through “various exercises.” He’s also employed “electrical muscle stimulation machines that work via anal probe.” To date, Matthew has passed the 5-foot mark with his sperm. When he reaches six, he reportedly plans to contact the Guinness Book of World Records to finally set the record straight. Far out, dude.

16. Greatest Speed Of Ejaculation

This is another record reportedly held by Mr. Schultz, of ejaculation legend. If the numbers are correct, Schultz is responsible for a jet stream of semen traveling at 42.7 miles per hour. Sir, we’re gonna need to see some license and registration, please.

From octogenarian prostitutes to heavy-lifting vaginas, there’s no shortage of amazing things we can do with our bodies. Clearly, that old saying is true: Everybody really is good at something — even if your special talent is rocketing your semen into space.

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What Ever Happened to the Gay Activists Accused of Abusing Their Adopted Kids? We Have All the Answers.

WARNING: This article contains graphic descriptions of child sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised.

Remember the self-avowed LGBTQ+ activists accused of sexually abusing their adopted sons? Long after the mainstream media dropped the shocking story, refusing to touch it with a ten-foot pole, Townhall has been the only outlet closely covering the Zulock case hearing-by-hearing, never missing a motion or a court filing.

To recap, William Dale Zulock and Zachary Jacoby Zulock, frequent faces at the Atlanta Pride Parade, are accused of forming a child-prostitution ring in the Atlanta suburbs. The couple was arrested overnight on July 27, 2022, allegedly in the midst of amassing pedophile members, whom they met off of the gay hook-up app Grindr and to whom they would pimp out their elementary-aged children.

Among the slew of child sex crimes they're facing, the Zulocks are charged with producing and distributing "homemade" child pornography with the two boys they had adopted locally through a Christian special-needs adoption agency, All God's Children, Inc. The now-defunct business prioritized placing children who have "waited the longest" for a family. Many of the kids already came from broken homes. Others were either older or part of a sibling pair bonded together. Some suffered from physical, mental, or behavioral challenges. In 2018, the same-sex newlyweds apparently passed the "faster than expected" adoption process "with flying colors," despite the fact that one of the adoptive fathers was previously accused of raping a young boy in another child rape case from years ago. Within months of the children moving in with the alleged child predators, Georgia's courts made the "forever family" official in early November of that year.

The biological brothers, reportedly born to heroin addicts, were only ages 6 and 8 when the years-long sexual abuse allegedly started in late 2019. According to court documents obtained by Townhall, the children were "routinely" raped "at least once a week." Per the probable cause affidavit, William and Zachary confessed to anally penetrating both boys, forcing the two children to perform oral sex, and doing the same to them. The men acknowledged that the boys would cry out that it hurt when they were being abused, but they'd walk them through "how to handle the pain."

The older child, who sustained physical injuries from being brutally raped, told police that Zachary, the cameraman, would be in bed recording when William was abusing him. "I'm going to f**k my son tonight," Zachary allegedly bragged to potential clients, instructing them to "Stand by." He'd send unsolicited messages describing "what he would do to his son," the Walton County Sheriff's Office says.

Authorities were ultimately tipped off by a Snapchat video Zachary allegedly filmed at home in one of the bathrooms. The pornographic clip depicted "an adult male penis was repeatedly being put in the mouth of a prepubescent male." A ball gag, a blindfold, and bindings were visible in the video, says the search warrant executed on the Zulock house, the so-called "Gayest Place in Town," according to a welcome mat that adorned the front entryway. Jurassic Park footy pajamas found in the child's bedroom and a DVR set taken from the in-home "theater room" were on the laundry list of items seized and stored away as evidence.

"Our business is our business. What happens in our home, stays in our home," the men allegedly told the boys. The children said that they were threatened each time they left the house and directed not to tell anyone about the sexual abuse or "there would be consequences."

In a midnight search-and-rescue mission the morning of July 28, 2022, an armed SWAT team descended on the property, tackling Zachary to the foyer floor and busting William butt-naked in bed, as the couple recounted in recorded jailhouse tapes shared with Townhall. Both boys are back in foster care.

If convicted, the couple faces multiple life sentences. Though there's been much talk about a trial since the summer 2022 arrests, the Zulock case has seemingly ground to a halt, except for some status conferences that have been few and far between.

Here's what we know so far:

Judge Jeffrey L. Foster, who's presiding over the proceedings, is eyeing the end of August to set a tentative trial date. 

The next hearing, another status conference after several sprinkled sparingly over many months, is slated for Wednesday, June 26.

"We will be six weeks out from about the ballpark time of the end of August—when I am looking at a trial calendar," Foster said.

At a March 20 status conference, Foster mentioned scheduling the June hearing in order to navigate setting up a special session for the Zulock case. "I'm plotting—I mean planning now," Foster said.

The purpose of this previous proceeding was to decide what to do with the defense's special demurrer.

A special demurrer, a.k.a. a motion for more definitive dates, challenges the charges by asking for additional details or specificity, such as specific dates of when the crimes were committed.

Currently, each charge against the Zulocks alleges an "expansive" date range of when the sexual abuse took place; therefore, that's too "broad" and "practically impossible" to prepare a defense, including raising an alibi, the Zulocks are arguing in an effort to toss out the 17-count indictment brought by a Georgia grand jury.

The charges are as follows:

Count 1: Aggravated sodomy (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Performed oral sex on D.Z.

Count 2: Aggravated sodomy (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Forced D.Z. to perform oral sex

Count 3: Aggravated sodomy (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Anally raped D.Z.

Count 4: Incest (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Sodomized D.Z., son by adoption

Count 5: Aggravated sodomy (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 14, 2022)

Accusation: Performed oral sex on J.Z.

Count 6: Aggravated sodomy (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 14, 2022)

Accusation: Forced J.Z. to perform oral sex

Count 7: Aggravated sodomy (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 14, 2022)

Accusation: Anally raped J.Z.

Count 8: Aggravated child molestation (Dec. 15, 2021 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Anal rape resulting in the injury of J.Z.

Count 9: Aggravated child molestation (Dec. 15, 2021 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Oral sodomy of J.Z. as to Count 6

Count 10: Aggravated child molestation (Dec. 15, 2021 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Oral sodomy of J.Z. as to Count 5

Count 11: Incest (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Sodomized J.Z., son by adoption

Count 12: Sexual exploitation of children (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Sexually exploited D.Z. for the purpose of producing CSAM

Count 13: Sexual exploitation of children (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Sexually exploited J.Z. for the purpose of producing CSAM

Count 14: Sexual exploitation of children (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022) 

Accusation: Produced, possessed, and distributed child pornography depicting the sexual abuse of D.Z. 

Count 15: Sexual exploitation of children (Dec. 1, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Produced, possessed, and distributed child pornography depicting the sexual abuse of J.Z.

Count 16: Pandering for person under 18 (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Prostituted J.Z. to co-conspirator Hunter Clayton Lawless

Count 17: Pandering for person under 18 (Dec. 30, 2019 – July 28, 2022)

Accusation: Prostituted J.Z. to co-conspirator Luis Vizcarro-Sanchez

As explained by Brody Law Firm, a boutique Atlanta-area criminal defense firm specializing in sex offense allegations, when "the accusers" are children, kids tend to have difficulty recalling dates or pinpointing time periods, especially if the victims are in the earlier stages of development. For example, a child may say that the sexual abuse happened "when I was in 2nd grade." The local law firm advises that the special demurrer is an "indispensable tool" to defend against accusations involving young children.

While Georgia law does allow for the prosecution to allege that the crime occurred between two dates, the timespan must be narrowed down as much as possible. If the evidence shows that the state did not do so (i.e. failing to sufficiently particularize the dates), then the indictment could be successfully dismissed by a special demurrer. The defendant would subsequently be entitled to an evidentiary hearing requiring the prosecution to prove that it cannot narrow down dates.

The government can re-indict the case, though, if the indictment is quashed by the court. However, this could afford the defense an opportunity to demonstrate the case's weakness, ultimately leading to a dismissal of the charges. In the event that the case is indicted again, and the second indictment is found defective, the government is barred from further prosecution of the defendant, per state statute.

The indictment, as it is, is sufficient statutory language-wise and explains exactly what the sexually abusive acts were, Foster ruled. "It doesn't just say an act of sodomy. It specifies whose mouth or whose rectum, whose sexual organs."

At this time, they were discussing whether or not to seek a re-indictment of the criminal charges with more counts added on after the defense's request for specific dates sparked a forensic investigation into the surveillance system that the Zulocks had installed in the interior of their home.

A formidable four terabytes of data, which investigators are continuing to comb through, was extracted from the 16 security cameras stationed all over the house in every single room. The cameras were recording 24 hours a day, seven days a week, capturing everything, including the sexual assaults. "They are all on video filmed throughout multiple rooms in the house," the prosecution says.

So, the prosecution can now specify "hundreds of allegations," matching the metadata to timeframes, as the defense unwittingly welcomed.

As of March, the prosecution was waiting on an official report from the Georgia Bureau of Investigation (GBI)'s crime lab, where the forensic examination is underway, but had only received a four-paragraph summary of the GBI's findings.

On May 20, the prosecution provided the defense with the GBI Cyber Crime Center (GC3)'s 18-page investigative report detailing some of what was discovered in that extraction.

In court, the prosecution indicated that these are individual write-ups and that further reports are forthcoming spanning "hundreds of pages."

Astounded by the volume of data, William's defense attorney John E. Haldi said, "I had to look up terabytes on Google. One terabyte is, depending on the quality of the video, roughly the length of anywhere between 100 to 150 two-hour movies at the movie theater." In accordance, Haldi asked that the GBI provide some assistance with cross-referencing dates to timestamps of the security footage to help mount his defense.

"They aren't obligated to do that," Assistant DA Lacey Majors of the Walton County District Attorney's Office countered. To which, Haldi responded, "Then I need months to review it."

The dispute prompted a fed-up Foster to interject.

"Here's what's going to happen. We are going to trial in August. So either you are going to trial on a new indictment that has, as I understand it, hundreds of counts, because now that they can specify dates and timestamps, they will re-indict [...] or do you want time to process that evidence and specifically focus on the smaller 17-count indictment that is pending now," Foster told Haldi.

Majors clarified that the charges, as they stand, stem from child pornographic photographs and videos—taken primarily on Zachary's iPhone—that are presently in the DA's possession. A folder, labeled "US," was allegedly found on Zachary's cell phone containing videos of William sexually abusing their one son.

"Those things have been available for inspection two years..." Foster added. "I think we are right at two years from the actual arrest."

Turning it on the other party, Haldi said that throughout the two-year wait, the prosecution has not been able to provide exact dates.

"It has taken them [the investigators] that long because your client saved that much data," Majors fired back.

Foster reiterated to Haldi that the GBI only conducted its labor-intensive, months-long analysis because he requested that the state be specific in its charging instrument. Accordingly, the state is then inclined to charge each instance of sexual abuse as investigators find them in the footage, Foster explained.

As they await the GBI's reports, Haldi was instructed that the digital material can only be seen in a secured location on-site.

Incensed by the stringent stipulations, an aggravated Haldi said, "I have to do it in their offices on their schedule," harping on how reviewing the exorbitant quantity of evidence could take up a significant amount of his time.

"Well, that is the law," Majors stated matter-of-factly.

"When the law is contrary to my client's interests, I have to stand up for that," Haldi replied.

"We can't create and copy child pornography for you," Majors said.

Pivoting, she said, "Mr. Haldi, we have evidence that you have never asked to come see."

"That's not true," Haldi rebutted. "I have been to your office several times. I have never asked to come see it? Good gravy!"

Foster, weighing in, asked Haldi if he actually inspected the evidence himself.

"Three times, judge," Haldi answered immediately. He recounted sifting through a three-ring binder containing still images and delving into the contents of a number of thumb drives. "I have got to make sense of it myself again in your office at your disposal," Haldi griped.

Foster said that Haldi did not have to announce whatever his plans are that very day—that is, his decision to continue with the demurrer or not.

"If we are going forward on a demurrer in this case [...] we will indict..." Majors declared. "There will only be more counts, not less. I can say that," Majors said.

"Your Honor, I'm getting these implicit threats: 'Hey, if you look at the evidence, we're gonna charge your client with more. We're gonna try to send him to jail for 100 life sentences instead of 20' [...] In all my years at the bar, I have never been presented with that dilemma [...] I have never had the state say, 'I have hundreds and hundreds of hours of evidence. Good luck finding it.' I have never had that," Haldi said.

Foster said in his 17 years of criminal defense, he never had a prosecutor hand him "a handwritten map." In the past, he's been given a file or a data dump or a printout "that thick," Foster said, gesturing with his hands. "It is a pain," he conceded, adding that he used to have to drive to GBI's headquarters in Augusta.

Again, Haldi asked that "benchmarks" be highlighted in the GBI's reports so that he can efficiently examine the evidence. "I am happy to comply with that. But if they dump the equivalent of 600 full-length movies on me and say, 'Figure it out yourself,' you can bet I'm going to object to that."

This week, we will see where the case stands and how much of the evidence Haldi has been able to "plow through," as Foster phrased it. The Alcovy Judicial Circuit judge told Haldi he can submit a waiver in writing, if he does decide to drop the demurrer.

Haldi had appeared via video conference instead of in person. The case's slow-walking can be blamed, in part, on Haldi's prolonged leave of absence lasting from August through November 2023, which he had designated on the court calendar for physical therapy and rehabilitation. Last year, Haldi fell and broke his hip, rendering him immobile and unable to drive anywhere, including to the Walton County courthouse.

As Zachary was transported out of the holding room by the bailiff and William was ushered in, Foster bantered with Haldi for a bit about his recovery. "You'll hear the metal detector when I finally do make it to court," Haldi joked. Piling on, Foster mentioned how he has a pacemaker and oft-experiences trouble going through security at the airport.

"I've been groped in every airport and courthouse in Georgia," Foster joked offhandedly at the March hearing in the sprawling child sexual abuse case.

Majors laughed, observing that the court stenographer didn't transcribe that tidbit. "You didn't take down that he's been groped in airports?" she asked. "Really, I've been groped in more courthouses than I have in airports," Foster continued.

Although Haldi's "slightly more mobile" now, propped up haphazardly by a walker-and-cane combo, his lack of mobility, coupled with cardiac issues, is still interfering with his work defending William.

"Mr. Haldi, let's be realistic. Because of the nature of the information you got to review," Foster worded it euphemistically, "your mobility is currently hindering your ability to get out here. I am certainly not insensitive. In fact, I am rather sympathetic to that." Previously, the judge joked about Haldi and him crossing paths at Emory's electrophysiology clinic.

In the interim, Foster instructed Haldi to keep the court "in the loop" between then and when they reconvene Wednesday.

For half a year, Haldi was unreachable; even his client couldn't get ahold of him. "We are just not sure if he is even representing, Mr. [William] Zulock," the prosecution said around Christmastime. At a December 20 status conference, after his leave of absence elapsed, the ever-inaccessible Haldi had "not been in communication with anyone," not responding to emails or phone calls from prosecutors. They tried texting him and leaving voicemails to no avail.

William hadn't heard from him either and neither had his parents, who are footing his legal fees. "I think they want to fire him," William, unaware of Haldi's medical incapacitation, told Foster. Saddled with the accruing court costs, William's side of the family has spent at least $50,000 on William's criminal defense.

Haldi's indisposed state has left Foster unwilling to rule on anything substantive without William having proper representation first. "We're not going to let it fall through the cracks," Foster vowed to William.

Also absent from the courtroom was Zachary's court-appointed defense attorney, Reginald L. Winfrey, who just so happens to serve as general counsel for New Birth Missionary Baptist Church, a black megachurch whose senior pastor has publicly spoken out against same-sex marriage and preached that "homosexuality is a sin." Notably, Winfrey also works at his wife's law firm, the Law Office of Earnelle P. Winfrey, who is a deputy district attorney in Fulton County DA Fani Willis's administration, specifically spearheading her Human Trafficking and Internet Child Exploitation Unit.

Prior to the mid-March proceeding, Winfrey informally sent the prosecution team a lengthy text message in a group chat, which Haldi was a part of, indicating he's "not prepared to announce ready for trial" because he also intends to come in and physically review evidence.

Winfrey, who adopted Haldi's motion, has since withdrawn from the special-demurrer request in lieu of an impending wider-ranging indictment.

Back at a May 17, 2023, motion hearing, Foster addressed a flurry of pre-trial filings.

There, Foster granted the station's motion to sever the co-defendants, who were jointly indicted.

Objecting to the severance motion, Winfrey implored that Foster allow them, the Zulocks, to go to trial together. Winfrey cited no legal basis, other than claiming that the alleged child rapists are asking out of concern for the abused boys being re-traumatized.

"My client would prefer not to put the children on the stand twice," Zachary's counsel claimed.

Haldi agreed. "We also have no desire to have the children go through two separate trials, so I parrot what Mr. Winfrey said."

Foster noted that under the child hearsay statute, the defense attorneys may be the ones to control whether the children will have to testify more than once. The kids could also offer testimony on video to "minimize impact," Foster mentioned.

As for spousal privilege, Foster decided it's best deferred until the surveillance footage's metadata is returned.

Foster did permit the prosecution to compel the Zulocks to testify against one another under grants of immunity, which means nothing that they say on the witness stand can be used against them in their own individual trials. Even though they're immunized against self-incrimination, they are still subject to penalties for committing perjury and making false statements.

The prosecution intends to call on William as a witness in Zachary's trial and vice versa, though it's not yet known who will be tried first. Their testimonial statements to police "clearly implicate" the other defendant, the state says.

Haldi, unprompted, questioned the judge: "Would, Your Honor, anticipate recusing yourself in a second trial?"

"No," Foster retorted tersely.

"I simply don't know how you could un-hear some of the things," Haldi ventured further.

"Well, I am not a fact-finder. So, no. I would not recuse myself because I will not be making any findings of guilt or innocence," Foster said, presuming they're not bench trials and the cases go before separate sets of 12-person juries.

To ensure a fair and impartial jury, out of "an abundance of caution," Foster signed a gag order restricting extra-judicial statements following Townhall's publication of the couple's out-of-court commentary. The men had enthusiastically blabbed about the case to a relative, who then captured the confessions in a series of tell-all texts, sent on jail-issued tablets, and phone calls from behind bars.

However, the court order only applies to attorneys and law enforcement officials. It's not a restraint on members of the media or third parties, Foster clarified, as they are protected under the First Amendment.

At issue was also Zachary's string of confessions in police custody and whether he actually invoked his constitutional right to counsel. Winfrey, who filed a motion to suppress his incriminating statements, argued that his admissions were inadmissible.

A portion of Zachary's police interrogation was played in court, around the one-hour mark.

According to the videotape of Zachary's in-custody interview, he said:

"So, I guess I need a lawyer first then."

"I didn't say I am unwilling. I just asked for my lawyer because you mentioned it at the very very beginning."

Foster noted that the Miranda warnings were read beforehand. The issue came down to whether there was a "clear invocation of counsel" after Zachary previously waived the right to legal representation.

DA Randy McGinley cited a Georgia case where the defendant similarly said he "might need a lawyer." Comparing the cases, McGinley argued that Zachary, too, made an ambiguous assertion. Next, the chief prosecutor pointed to a 2019 Georgia Supreme Court opinion and quoted the ruling: "When a Defendant makes an equivocal reference to counsel [...], interviewing officers are not always required to clarify their request but they can." That decision cited a U.S. Supreme Court case, which says, "Of course when a suspect makes an ambiguous or equivocal statement, it would often be good practice for the interviewing officers to clarify whether or not he actually wants an attorney." That was the procedure followed in the Zulock case, McGinley said. The detective asked Zachary follow-up questions for clarity's sake, such as "Do you want to talk to us?" In response, Zachary said he was not "unwilling" to talk.

Since it's a constitutional matter, not a question of state statute, McGinley moved to reciting case law in other jurisdictions beyond Georgia. In a 2022 Illinois case, a defendant was asked whether he wanted to speak to detectives or an attorney. "An attorney, I guess," the defendant said. The court deemed the defendant's statement equivocal. Out of Texas, in a 2016 appeal case, the defendant said, "I guess I'd like a lawyer." The court found that that was equivocal

"Wondering about an attorney is not invoking your right to an attorney and wanting to stop questioning," McGinley argued, urging Foster to find that Zachary's statements were voluntarily made.

Winfrey relied on Wheeler v. State, a 2011 Georgia case involving aggravated sexual battery, cruelty to children, and child molestation. The defendant said, "You know, I'm not trying to be hard to get along with, but the seriousness of my charges and everything, I need to discuss it with a lawyer before I, you know, talk to you." He was convicted at trial and the appellate court affirmed it. The case went all the way to the state's Supreme Court, which reversed it.

"Well, if I recall Wheeler, the context of the statement in Wheeler was not an expression of a willingness or unwillingness but rather that he was not trying to be difficult or hard to get along with," Foster replied.

Rejecting Winfrey's comparison, Foster found the Zulock case akin to Willis v. State. In that case, the state's Supreme Court determined the invocation was not clear and was, at best, equivocal. The detective asked, "Do you want an attorney before you talk to us?" Willis, the defendant, said, "No, I'm saying I don't have any problem answering any questions, but I still do want an attorney." There were these "countervailing things, which is the equivocation," Foster remarked.

Applying it to the Zulock case, Foster said Zachary asked, not stated decisively, "So, I guess I need a lawyer first then?" That was an "equivocal question," Foster ruled, "not an invocation." He was advised by the detective, "That's your choice." They then talked until Zachary said, "I didn't say I am unwilling." Of Zachary's second statement, Foster heard it as, "I just asked about my lawyer because you mentioned it at the very very beginning." Even if he had said, "I just asked for," that implied past tense, Foster said. "He sandwiches it between two statements that he is willing to talk [...] two expressions of a willingness to talk, and the only other reference was a question about 'I guess I need.' This was not a clear, unambiguous invocation of right to counsel."

Foster found that Zachary was advised of his Miranda rights, expressed that he understood them, and that he voluntarily waived them. His statements were equivocal and, "really, more questions," Foster said. Therefore, his admissions are admissible at trial.

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William and Zachary have since been indicted by a grand jury on the following charges: incest, aggravated sodomy, aggravated child molestation, felony sexual exploitation of children, and felony prostitution of a minor.

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The Silent Struggles of Asian American Women

By: Emily Diamante

Intro

Intersectionality is when two social identities intersect, making unique situations for an individual. Women in America are faced with various difficulties ranging from the wage gap to sexual harassment. Asians in America experience discrimination, stereotyping, etc. Asian American women in this country experience all of these dangers simultaneously. My name is Emily Diamante and this blog post will briefly cover examples in history where Asian women were stereotyped and discriminated against for being both a woman and Asian. 

Starting from the Beginning

In 1875, the Page Act was passed. This act restricted Asian women from immigrating to the U.S for prositutional purposes. This was one of the first instances of heavy stereotyping on Asian women. With the passing of this act, this wrongly profiles Asian women as prostitutes, dehumanizing them to an object. In addition, this act prevented Asian couples from starting families. It is important to note that the fourteenth amendment states, “all persons born or naturalized in the United States”. So due to the Page Act, the exclusion of Asian women in the country prevented these couples from starting a family. This stereotype was further portrayed when it came to the idea of a “military man”. The identity of a military man was just this macho, super masculine guy. So masculine that being called anything related to feminists was considered an insult. The stereotypical Asian woman at that time is the perfect opposite of a military man. Asian women are seen as submissive, seductive, only capable of serving men. 

Covid

With the COVID-19 pandemic, harmful acts of hate towards the Asian community has increased by 339% in some of the largest cities in the U.S. It is clear it is because of people’s fear, scapegoating, and misinformation that caused Asian hate to grow so much in such a short amount of time. It is also no coincidence that when President Donald Trump used phrases such as “Kung- Flu” or “China Virus” that the blame on Asian Americans got even worse. The AAPI have documented about 4,000 instances of hate with Asian women being targeted 2.3 times more than men. Asian American women have stated that they have experienced some of these situations: being called racial slurs, comments about racial stereotypes, being followed via car, accused of being dirty, and being accused of having the “China Virus”. Because of these experiences, it is no doubt that Asian Americans have felt hopeless and frustrated during this pandemic. They are disappointed with the American government for how they are being treated. Asian women fear their treatment so much to go as far as to shop in only Asian stores. 

Atlanta Shooting 

March 16, 2021. Robert Aaron Long attacks a massage parlor and two spas in Atlanta, Georgia. He shoots and kills eight people. All eight victims were Asian women. This tragic, targeted attack was a symbol that highlighted the intersection of racism and sexism. This act of violence represented the ongoing struggles of the objectification, fetishization, and dehumanizing experience of Asian women in America. This attack sheds light on urgent issues that need to be addressed.

Below I provide a variety of links that talk more on this issue if you were interested: 

https://www.apa.org/pubs/highlights/spotlight/issue-119

https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fpubh.2023.993396/full

https://www.asianwomenunited.org/ 

Works Cited

Lang, Cady, and Paulina Cachero. “How History Puts Asian Women in America at Risk.” Time, Time, 7 Apr. 2021, time.com/5952819/history-anti-asian-racism-misogyny/. 

“Prof. Hahm & Colleagues Share First-Hand Experiences of Asian American Women Survivors of Discrimination during COVID-19.” School of Social Work Prof Hahm Colleagues Share FirstHand Experiences of Asian American Women Survivors of Discrimination During COVID19 Comments, 1 Oct. 1969, www.bu.edu/ssw/prof-hahm-colleagues-share-first-hand-experiences-asian-american-women-survivors-discrimination-during-covid-19/. 

Where Sexism and Racism Meet: The Danger of Existing as an Asian ..., www.law.georgetown.edu/gender-journal/wp-content/uploads/sites/20/2022/03/I.-Oishi_Where-racism-and-sexism-meet.pdf. Accessed 19 Jan. 2024.

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70 days ago my husband and the father of my child had an amphetamine induced psychotic break. He traumatized our child and threatened to shoot me while holding a loaded pistol. Since then I have learned that he has been cheating on me since 2017 - with men, with prostitutes, in our own home. What hurts worse than the cheating is the five years he spent gaslighting me, threatening me with exposure of my former blog, and slut shaming me for two relationships that (although emotionally intimate) were text/online only. Today I put the divorce papers in the mail.

In the last 70 days, I have been to at least 5 amazing live music events (plus one that was kinda just meh, but I was with a hot lawyer who bought me dinner & made me laugh after we left). I have had at least 4 slumber parties. An epic 42nd bday celebration at a million dollar house. Found at least 3 things I was grateful for every day. Been to Atlanta, been to church, been to an amazing off the grid mountain cabin, cried at least ten gallons of tears, and laughed so hard I pissed myself at least 3 times. And the only sex I’m having is with myself.

71 days ago and for at least the preceding 1825 days all I did was worry, dissociate, deny my feelings, be treated like nothing more than a paycheck and a body for him to occasionally use to masturbate (probably while he thought about other people or his own dick or porn). Being with a partner in active addiction sucks big old sweaty hairy balls.

My former Dom used to make me affirm “I deserve the best in life.” Finally starting to believe it. Here’s to the single and healed me a year from now. She’s gonna be one hellafied bad bitch.

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what haunts a ghost (6224 words) by roadtripexpert Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Andor (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Cassian Andor & Kerri | Cassian Andor's Sister Characters: Kerri | Cassian Andor's Sister, Original Characters, Bix Caleen, Jezzi the Ferrixian (Star Wars), Brasso the Ferrixian (Star Wars), Wilmon Paak, Cassian Andor Additional Tags: Life Under Empire, Implied/Referenced Underage Prostitution, Memory Issues, Disabled Character, Coruscant is the Space Atlanta Airport Summary: Kerri never had a brother, she had a space where a sibling could be, the possibility of family as beautiful as fog.

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New Title Tuesday: Urban Fiction

Beats & Blow by Shaun Sinclair

His empire is worth a billion thanks to the drug-fueled wealth of his infamous Dirty South crew. But with unanticipated enemies gathering for a final devastating hit, will there be anyone left to rule? Even near-fatal business and body blows can’t keep the Crescent Crew down for long. From lockdown, their founder and leader Qwess negotiates an unlimited supply of product that’s tripling the profits lost when the Feds swept in. But his treacherous second-in-command, Bone, has a secret agenda at play that's sparking a brutal internal war. And when Qwess’s old rival, New York mogul Diamond, comes gunning to finish him and his kingdom for good, betrayal and payback will win the day—and could leave nothing and no one standing...

This is the fifth volume of the "Crescent Crew" series.

Burning Season by Kiki Swinson

Set your schemes . . . A volunteer Virginia Beach firefighter, Alayna Curry faces death every day—and is proud to carry on her retired father's legacy. But with cash always tight and her long-time boyfriend Levi pressuring her to give up what she loves to make more money, she knows she needs more cash flow to stay afloat. . .

Set your traps . . . All Alayna has to do is keep quiet about a scheme to burn down buildings for insurance-hungry “clients.” And for a while she’s on fire from the rush, making insane cash—and finding new passion in all the wrong places. But when the money suddenly stops rolling in—and one “client” after another pushes back against the deal—Alayna and the rest of the crew stop watching out for each other and start fighting for their lives . . .

Set your life on fire . . . Now with the cops turning up the heat and every firefighter for themselves, Alayna must walk an impossible line to get out from under. But between betrayal, secrets, and broken duty, will what loyalty she has left be the one thing that burns her life to the ground for good?

Madam X by Niobia Bryant

Billionaire celebrity clients, anything-goes erotic nights, seductive betrayals—Desdemona Dean couldn't wait to leave the high-end prostitution game behind. Now settled down with the only man she’s ever loved, Desi is getting the chances her shattered childhood denied her—and making her life truly her own. Until a basketball superstar publicly credits Madam X's unmatched sexual services for his astonishing career. Add an anonymous tip to the police—and suddenly Desi is in the center of a social and tabloid media firestorm . . .

Knowing others’ secret desires has always kept Desi safe—and hiding her own wrenching past is the only protection she could ever trust. But her lies are taking her relationship apart piece by piece, keeping her only seconds ahead of the police—and exposing her to a malicious blackmailer determined to destroy her for good . . .

Now Desi will need all her nerve and cool, calculating bravado to take down her enemies and outmaneuver the law. But once she reveals who she used to be, can she survive the consequences to hold on to the woman she’s become?

This is the second volume of the "Madam" series.

Penthouse View by Zari

When Shantana has finally gotten everything she ever wanted, a mistake from her past threatens to bring it all crashing down around her.

Selling weed and then running her own robbing crew that targeted drug dealers was how Shantana Phillips gained her entry into the Atlanta drug market. Their motto was, "Why buy drugs when you can steal them?"

While Shantana and her crew are celebrating in South Beach after their biggest hit ever, the ambitious and power-hungry Shantana meets a Colombian importer looking for a new distributor for the Atlanta market. During a trip to Cali, Colombia, he promises to take her program to the next level. All she has to do is eliminate his old distributor in that market. Once the brutal deed is done and Shantana has the power, she decides not to stop at just the old distributor. Why not ruthlessly eliminate all of her competition and have it all?

This volume is a part of the "Carl Weber's Kingpins" series.

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If I Had a Million

MGM showcased its stars in GRAND HOTEL (1932) and DINNER AT EIGHT (1933), while Paramount did much the same with ALICE IN WONDERLAND (1933) and IF I HAD A MILLION (1932, Criterion until last night). Though the latter isn’t as lustrous as MGM’s projects, it sure is a lot of fun. Disgusted with friends and family, millionaire Richard Bennett decides not just to leave his fortune to eight complete strangers, but to deliver the money personally. There follow eight segments of varying quality in which he delivers checks to China store clerk Charlie Ruggles (a delight as usual), prostitute Wynne Gibson, forger George Raft, retired vaudevillian Alison Skipworth (fortuitously married to W.C. Fields), death row inmate Gene Raymond (godawful), bookkeeper Charles Laughton, marine Gary Cooper (talking rapidly for a change) and the magnificent Dame May Whitty. The prologue and epilogue are gracefully directed by Norman Taurog, whose camera moves are to be treasured. Comedy veteran Norman Z. MacLeod directed Ruggles as a clerk tired of having his salary docked for breakage and saddled with nagging wife Mary Boland (the two were a popular team for a while). He also directed Fields and Skipworth, who are hilarious together as they use her riches to get revenge on road hogs (it would take more than a million to do that in Atlanta). Whitty’s segment, directed by the little-known Stephen Roberts, paints a grim picture of life in a home for elderly women and features an exaltation of beautiful character actresses. But the highlight is Laughton’s segment, directed by Ernst Lubitsch. It’s a masterpiece of restraint by both actor and director, setting up one of the film’s most satisfying punchlines (and the rare joke that’s as funny when you don’t know what’s coming as it is when you do). Segments featuring Cary Grant, Carole Lombard, Fredric March, Miriam Hopkins and Sylvia Sidney were either left unfilmed or abandoned unfinished. For the Fields episode, Joseph L. Mankiewicz created what would become the comic’s catchphrase, “My little chickadee,” which Fields bought from him for $50.

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Dynasty 5x20: Quotes

- “You know, I figured you were just taking a cut.” (Ryan) - “I’m not a pimp.” (Sam) - “Sex work is only an issue if it isn’t entered into with mutual respect for both parties.” (Ryan) - “Well, you should really study up on Georgia Code 16-6-9 for your final. Prostitution is against the law. I don’t need that kind of trouble. This place is already family-friendly, pet-friendly, LGBTQ-friendly. It can’t also be escort-friendly.” (Sam)

- “Does Hans know he’s aiding and abetting?” (Fallon)

- “I was hoping this pit stop would trigger something positive.” (Alexis) - “No, just childhood trauma.” (Fallon)

- “Fine, I’ll do it. Then we’re done doing bad things for good reasons. Okay?” (Liam)

- “The truth is what we say it is.” (Blake) - “Are you threatening to alter my records?” (Victim) - “I am not threatening anything. I’m saying that your case may not be as strong as you think.” (Blake)

- “Yeah. Moving into a penthouse worth millions of dollars in the best part of Atlanta was a sacrifice. I applaud you.” (Fallon)

- “Where should I tell them I am? I don’t think hell is specific enough.” (Fallon)

- “Can we please leave now? I’ll call Blake to send the private plane to meet us.” (Fallon)

- “This entire house is you in a nutshell, big promises with no follow-through.” (Fallon)  

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On one hand JD talks like he’s a bro from California, on the other hand he talks like a gay prostitute from Atlanta.

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Friday 30th August 2024, Atlanta, 4.51am.

#180,507 — A trio of trapeze artists two men, one woman — the two men both in love with the woman. They hire the services of a prostitute to pose as the complacent wife of one of them.