#community detention

[fafodill]

'Out. Of. My. Classroom.'

This one has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute before I figured out the colors. I wanted to draw a big ✨cape✨ on Snape. He's also very done with the Potter spawn.

My Ko-Fi

[naturesapphic]

Her baby

Mommy!melanie martinez x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, fluff, reader being scared of loud noises, lactation

You weren’t supposed to drop. Not right now. Melanie was busy performing and here you were on the side with some of the extra dancers and directors who was making sure everything was running smoothly, and you were deep into your headspace. You guessed it was because of how loud everything was and you just immediately shut down. When Melanie went off stage to get her portals gear on you heard one of the dancers tell Melanie what was happening and she hurriedly went over to you before she had her mask put on for portals.

“Baby? Are you okay?” She said loudly since you had noise cancelling headphones on and couldn’t really hear her unless she was right by you and raising her voice. You whimpered slightly and nodded your head slowly. Melanie knew you weren’t okay but she had a show to do and couldn’t just cancel, especially since it was almost over. She went over to one of the security guards and whispered something in his ear which confused you.

Melanie went back over to you and quickly gave you a quick peck on your lips and forehead “I have to go now babygirl but mommy will be right back. This nice man is going to go ahead and take you to the bus so you don’t have to listen to anymore loud noises okay?” She explained to you and you nodded your head as you waved bye to your mommy as she went over to the makeup and hair people to get her mask on. The nice security man gave you a warm smile and went outside at the back of the building where the bus was at.

He went up to it and put the passcode in, unlocking the door and he helps you inside. “I’ll be right outside if you need anything. Don’t hesitate little one.” He said kindly and you gave him a small but grateful smile as he closed the door as he went outside of the bus to keep watch. It was about thirty minutes later when the door opened and there came Melanie rushing in to see you. “Babygirl! How are you feeling. Are you okay?” She said quickly but calmly.

Ever since she had to leave you to finish her concert she had the worst anxiety knowing that you weren’t okay and you just needed her, but she was here now and that’s what matters. You looked up and saw your mommy coming towards you with a calm look on her face but you knew better than that, you knew she wasn’t calm. You put down your toys and got up on your feet running to your mommy. You jumped in her arms and she caught you with a giggle as you clung to her. “I Otay mommy! Jus nu wike loud noises…” you pouted at the end and she nodded her head in understanding.

“I understand baby. Next time I’ll just leave you on the bus and have security near you at all times so you don’t have to hear the loud noises.” Melanie stated and you smiled up at her. “Tank chu mama.” You said happily and she sighed happily, thankful that her baby is content and okay. “I would do anything for my little bug.” She said and you nuzzled your head against her plump chest which meant that you were tired and was ready to nurse. Melanie went to the back of the bus where the bunks were and let you crawl in first before Melanie went in behind you.

She lifted up her shirt and took off her bra, letting her chest fall free. Your eyes was locked onto her chest as you admired them, even though you’ve seen them many times. She pulled you close to her and cupped the back of your head and guided your lips to her nipple. You started suckling on her chest immediately and made cute soft suckling noises that Melanie found absolutely adorable. Not long after, you fell asleep and once melanie knew you were out, she let herself fall asleep too.

A/n: I had this in my head so I decided to write it. I hope yall enjoy! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love yall! :)

[vibrantmutt]

MEET MY SELFSHIPS! or… mostly meet my self inserts

hi this post is specifically all my oc x canon selfships that have self inserts, but if this gets enough notes i’ll do my canon x canon ones too!

BRIGHTNIGHT first art by me, second art by @est3banuniversidad

this is my self insert (pluto aarons) and mike schmidt (fnaf movie)! a lot of my earlier inserts are named pluto, but they change over time i prommie ^_^” pluto originally got his last name from a hutcherverse apocalypse au where i originally made him to date mike, pluto was also jesse aaron’s (movie specific) little brother thus the last name.

here are some pluto aarons facts! —> he is 22, his birthday being february 27th —> he’s a barista! —> if he were to be an animal, it’d likely be a dog —> he’s an alcoholic, but mostly depicted as recovered —> his left arm (from our pov) is springlocked

NEONSKATER both arts by me

this is pluto jones and my f/o clapton davis (detention 2011), who are actually my most drawn selfship despite brightnight being the one im most attached to! he’s canonically riley jones’ brother, and also works at an ice cream parlor after school!

pluto jones facts! —> he is 19, his birthday being march 21st —> i made him and clapton spidersonas named neonspider (pluto) and spiderdavis (clapton)! —> he used to have the back of his hair bleached/dyed like all the other pluto variants, but ended up getting raccoon tails —> he has a cat named jasper —> he hates pizza

MONEYGLOW all art by me, ALSO I KNOW THE SECOND ONE SUCKS IT’S THE ONLY OTHER MONEYGLOW ART I HAVE!!!!

this is pluto danforth, husband of my f/o derek danforth (the beekeeper 2024) this isnt the last pluto but it’s the last one i’ll be showing since i dont have art of the final one,

pluto danforth facts! —> he is 26, his birthday being april 9th —> he and derek used to be best friends but separated when they got older, ending up as enemies once they rekindled before falling for eachother —> he HATES derek’s fashion sense, so has slowly started to but derek things to fix it (derek hasnt noticed) —> derek buys him clothes to dress him up like a doll (he loves it) —> when they were younger, derek bought pluto a dog named spot!

SK8RC0D3 this is the only art ive made leave me alone

this is travis with my f/o mat gursky (emily is away) i dont have much fledged out yet but travis loves hacking

travis facts! —> he is 18, his birthday being december 23rd —> basically nocturnal, but mat buys him energy drinks in hopes to keep him awake during the day so he can sleep at night

INFECTEDCOFFEE both drawings by @est3banuniversidad

this is the last selfship i have drawings for! this is rody and hys fiancé joel miller (the last of us, mostly show)

rody facts! —> hy is 53, hys birthday being april 21st (joel being 57) —> hy gets infected, turning into a clicker —> gained the nickname “quacky” from ellie due to making a duck-like sound when hy’s startled —> joel found the best ring he could from an old jewelry shop, finally taking the time at the settlement to clean it up before proposing —> rody actually took a long time to transform, and when hy did hy was actually very intelligent - choosing not to attack joel (instead he was the only thing to keep hym calm) for the longest time. however, all good things must come to an end. hy eventually did try to attack joel, getting hymself killed.

anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk guys feel free to send in questions about these guys i love to talk about them ^_^

[crows-are-gathering]

[pawtrolling]

Hewwo! Can I get paci pfps of Clapton Davis and Derek Danforth (If ur comfy with doing that!) otherwise maybe Rainbow Dash or some kitties!

of course, here you go!! ♡

[femme-flame]

Here is an interview with Ángel Espinosa-Villegas, a transmasc butch lesbian community organizer and 2020 uprising defendant—s/he is presently a political prisoner and an ice detainee, and speaks in this interview on conditions inside ICE Detention:

Ángel urgently needs the support of the community right now. You can donate to hir gofundme here:

[dip-the-pip]

..

[a2-p3r-usu4l]

help how to convince all of my friends to do the season three opening with me for my junior year

[rubber-glovs]

SCIENCE HOMEWORK I HATE YOU WHY😭😭💔💔💔

[unusualsims]

??????

[vibrantmutt]

thinking about f/o… oh how i love f/o…. upvote if you love f/o……….

[usadvlottery]

Immigrant Legal Aid Policies in the United States encompass a set of regulations and initiatives designed to provide legal assistance and support to individuals navigating the complex immigration system. These policies aim to ensure that immigrants, regardless of their status, have access to fair representation, information, and resources. Legal aid organizations collaborate with government agencies, pro bono attorneys, and community partners to offer services such as legal consultations, representation in immigration court proceedings, and advocacy for the protection of immigrants' rights. These policies reflect the commitment to upholding the principles of justice, fairness, and inclusive, recognizing the importance of a robust legal framework to address the diverse needs of the immigrant population in the United States.

[docholligay]

So for all of you who think nothing matters:

We have a local, I guess I'll call it an events complex. It's where concerts and the fair go. It's owned by the city.

When Trump started the whole ICE thing, our commissioner sent a letter to the local representatives, telling them they could use it as a detention center for illegal immigrants. Our event center. Where the 4H kids show their fuckin' lambs.

"The fuck you will" was the resounding reply.

So, when I talk about coalition-building, and working with people you do not agree with or maybe even like, this is what I'm talking about. There was an immediate and vocal show of disapproval, from all sides. We all contacted people we knew would dislike this, REGARDLESS OF HOW THEY FELT ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE. The meeting was packed with people yelling at the commissioners. Of all political stripes. Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Prairie Populist, Independent.

Some were, of course, the tumblr-style arguments about inherent humanity, but--I think more compellingly if you're actually trying to put the pressure on--there were questions of, 'How are we gonna get paid?" "Are you aware of how, as the only event center for more than two hours, much fuckin money this brings into the community? ANd that immigrants of all types make up less than 2% of the population of the entire state?(my argument), "Do we trust the government to pay us?", "Isn't there a fuckin' empty prison in [town about an hour from here]? Are you just being a kiss-ass?' (offered up by a man I know to be very conservative indeed. BUT HE DID NOT WANT OUR SPACE USED FOR THIS) and, an argument that was so good I was infuriated I didn't come up with it, "DO you think the bank is gonna want to be known as the sponsor of "National bank Detention Center?" (Which caught on and the bank had to offer up a letter saying how they hoped the commissioners would use the event center as intended.)

They folded. A letter came out a few days ago from the manager of the event center, saying it was decided that the events center would rescind the offer, as "more acceptable alternatives could be found." They blinked.

That's the thing. All that happened is that a bunch of people got mad an went to ONE TWO HOUR MEETING. It changed everything.

SHOW. UP.

[swamp-world]

You should read Kimberlé Crenshaw. You should read Iris Marion Young. You should read bell hooks. You should read Kate Borenstein. You should read Angela Davis. You should read S. Bear Bergman. Ivan Coyote. Jack Halberstam. Leslie Feinberg. You should read Audre Lorde and Judith Butler. Miss Major and Sylvia Rivera and Marsha P. Johnson. Yes it is a lot of work. No I have not read them all myself either. Yes it is essential. I see people naming them all the time on here only to terribly misunderstand or undercut or tokenize them. If we are going to talk about feminisms we have an obligation to read feminists. Listen to their speeches and interviews. People have spent decades before us laying groundwork definitions and concepts. We do not have to accept them as they are but to do that work to accept, reject, or modify these theories and definitions and ideas, but we do have to actually take the time to read them ourselves and not just commentary on them, or excerpts or simplified summaries, whether that's in books or online.

[community-creating-change]

Let’s collaborate on how we can create the change that is desperately needed in our community!!

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Spent an hour today talking to Harry Beach, one of our three real, honest-to-goodness "desperate criminals." It served to reinforce my growing realization of how inadequate a characterization such a category as "desperate criminal" can be.

Most of the men in West Street [the federal New York Detention Headquarters] just now are of the "light-custody" variety. Either they have short sentences, orthey are types not given to violence: OPA violators, draft dodgers, confidence men, and so on. These three are a different breed of cat. Harry, for instance, is a bank robber serving a forty-eight year sentence. One of his companions, sporting the unhkely name of Norman de Britten, wears two bullet scars, was bodyguard to the notorious Dutch Schultz, and has twenty-nine years to do. The third, Richard Langford, is a quiet, scholarly looking hijacker waiting to be sent somewhere to begin a sixteen-year stretch.

These three are locked in one cell-block for twenty-three hours a day. The other hour they spend on the roof, under heavy guard, getting what exercise and fresh air they can. They eat all their meals in their cell, and the guards heave an almost perceptible sigh of relief when they lock them back in after the roof period. I got to know them through Bob Brooks, for whom Harry especially has a tremendous respect.

"Imagine that guy," he said to me. "A successful lawyer and he gives it all up and goes to prison just for his convictions! What a guy!"

Harry himself is quite a guy. About my age, he has already served eight years and has forty still to do, but he is as calm and unperturbed as anyone in here, with the possible exception of his two cellmates. They "build their time" easily, joking with each other and with guards and other inmates, wasting no time on worry or self-pity. That in itself is quite an accomplishment for men in their shoes, though not too surprising. Men who put their own lives on the line when they break the law, as these did, are likely to be strong characters, and one can only reflect with regret on what they could have been if they had started on another track.

Much more astonishing is the gentleness and kindness they all three exhibit, not occasionally, but consistently. They chat encouragingly with men who would drop dead on the spot with their sentences—like the little liquor dealer, Mr. Robin.

Poor Mr. Robin violated the OPA and got a sentence of fifteen days, and he is absolutely certain that he will not survive it. He wails and whines more than anyone else here, walking unhappily through the corridors between the cells literally wringing his hands.

Robin's greatest comfort comes from the three long-timers. He stands at their cell for hours at a time while they josh him gently about his "long stretch," assure him that the days will pass more swiftly than he thinks, and laugh at his fears that he will be socially ostracized when he gets out. All this from men who cannot even begin to hope for release before as many years pass as Mr. Robin has days!

But the most impressive example of this kindness came a few days ago. A young Jehovah's Witness, barely eighteen years old, was brought in with a three-year sentence for refusal to accept the draft. Just a boy, probably brought up in a kind, decent, middle-class home and totally unprepared for anything like this, the youngster simply could not take it. He shrinks from everyone, can hardly talk, and seems on the verge of complete mental collapse. With the instinctive cruelty of unhappy, frightened men who find someone in an even worse state than themselves, some of the inmates have tormented him pretty badly.

Newcomers usually spend at least the first night on the second floor, but the authorities assigned him directly to the third, apparently hoping that the relatively quieter atmosphere there would help. When it did not the lieutenant went to Harry and his cellmates for help. The result was that the young JW was moved in with the three desperadoes—an act that on the surface would seem completely irrational. But the lieutenant knew his men. The three desperate criminals could not be kinder to the boy if they were his brothers. They actually come close to hovering over him, and when they talk to him, as Harry does frequently, they are as compassionate as his own parents could be. Under their influence, and in the protection of the constantly locked cell, the boy is beginning to respond a little, and today I saw him smile briefly at one of Harry's sallies. It would be funny if it were not so touching. Any time I am tempted to categorize anyone as unrelievedly bad, I shall remember Harry and the young JW."

- Alfred Hassler, Diary of a Self-Made Convict. Foreword by Harry Elmer Barnes. Chicago: Henry Regnery Company, 1954 (written 1944-1945), p. 30-32.