#consequences for attempted manslaughter

[lolathepeacocklord]

Me when I get LITERALLY KILLED‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Murder

How can a person cause the death of another without the act being considered a murder? In US law, it can come down to differences between manslaughter and murder—which comes down to differences in intent and degree.

Manslaughter - the unlawful killing of a human being without malice aforethought

US law designates 2 types of manslaughter:

Voluntary Manslaughter - can refer to when the accused kills a person, but is deemed to have been provoked by the victim, as during the “heat of passion” during an altercation.

Involuntary Manslaughter - generally applies where death is the unintentional (involuntary) consequence of the actions of the accused. Reckless driving, as while texting or after drinking, for instance, can result in the death of other people, but the driver didn’t first set out on the road with deliberate intent to harm them—and so may be considered involuntary manslaughter.

Murder - the killing of another human being under conditions specifically covered in law.

US law also distinguishes between 2 major types, or degrees, of murder:

First-Degree Murder - involves the planning (premeditation) of the act or killing that happens when another crime is being committed (e.g., robbery, arson).

Second-Degree Murder - involves the intent to murder someone, but the murder didn’t take place with deliberation or premeditation beforehand. Let’s say someone got into a major verbal fight with a neighbor and got so angry, they grabbed a gun and shot the person dead. This incident involves intent to kill but not as a result of planning the murder ahead of time.

Third-Degree Murder

Three states—Florida, Minnesota, and Pennsylvania—currently further divide murders into a third degree.

The laws vary, but third-degree murder in these states can include felony murders (a killing treated as a murder because, though unintended, it occurred during the commission or attempted commission of a felony, as robbery); most states classify felony murders as first-degree murders.

Third-degree murders can also be homicides that occur as a result to indifference to human life (sometimes referred to as depraved-heart murders).

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[bagelbun333]

The death penalty in Ace Attorney | The fandom’s biggest misconception

Capital punishment is something we all know is a real consequence when it comes to murder in Ace Attorney, but do all culprits who commit these crimes actually get the death penalty? That’s what I’m going to go through in depth within this post!

CW and TW: mentions of death, execution, murder, suicide etc.

Also major spoilers for basically all the mainline ace attorney games!

To start off with, what exactly warrants a death penalty in Japanifornia? Murder has been referred to as a capital crime that deserves a capital punishment, which in turn led people to believe that all murder convicts get the death sentence. However, there is a slight mistranslation within that statement and it should say “murder is a charge that risks the death penalty.” “Risk” is the keyword here. While yes, it is possible murder charges can warrant the death penalty, that doesn’t mean every culprit will get executed. Like, this isn’t Danganronpa 😭 What people don’t think about is the different kinds of murder charges there are, and the differences in sentencing this can create.

Murder charges can go from:

1st Degree Murder - Premeditated/long time planning

2nd Degree Murder - Not premeditated but the intent is there within the moment/deliberate killing

3rd Degree Murder - Deliberate reckless behaviour resulting in death

Aggravated Murder - Murder when an aggravating circumstance is proven (such as kidnapping or torture)

Voluntary Manslaughter - Intention to kill but is not guilty of murder due to provocation or mental incapacity

Involuntary Manslaughter - Killing without intention within the heat of the moment

Self Defence - Killing for defence of oneself

Consensual Homicide - Assisting a suicide

Attempted Murder - Planning and failing to kill

In Japan (the country this series is initially based on) these charges have different kinds of sentences depending on circumstances. So naturally, Japanifornia must have punishments very similar to this. These are the sentences for these crimes in Japan according to my research:

1st Degree - 5 years to life imprisonment

2nd Degree - 5 years to life imprisonment

3rd Degree - 3 to 5 years imprisonment

Aggravated Murder - Death penalty or life imprisonment

Voluntary Manslaughter - 1 to 15 years imprisonment

Involuntary Manslaughter - 1 to 15 years imprisonment

Consensual Homicide - 6 months to 7 years imprisonment

Self Defence - No imprisonment

Attempted Murder - 5 years to life imprisonment

Death penalties are usually passed in cases of multiple murders, although there are exceptions where individuals have committed a single murder that have been executed because it involved torture, extreme brutality or kidnapping with a demand for ransom. It is punishable by five years to life in prison, and with the death penalty if aggravating circumstances are proven. The only exception is for juvenile offenders since the minimum age for capital punishment in Japan is 18.

With this, we can work out what kinds of charges each of the ace attorney culprits will be given. (Mostly for the Phoenix Wright trilogy since I can’t recall much beyond aa4.)

(For clarification’s sake: a “/” is used when a crime could be one or the other or both, while the “,” is used to separate different crimes.)

Frank Sahwit: 2nd Degree Murder

Redd White: 1st Degree Murder

April May: 1st Degree Murder (Accomplice)

Dee Vasquez: Self Defence/Voluntary Manslaughter

Yanni Yogi: 1st Degree Murder

Manfred von Karma: 2nd Degree Murder, 1st Degree Murder (accomplice, planned out)

Joe Darke: Serial Murders (technically spree murder, guilty on five counts)

Damon Gant: 1st Degree Murder, 2nd Degree Murder (Serial Murders)

Lana Skye: 1st Degree Murder, 2nd Degree Murder (Unwilling Accomplice in both)

Richard Wellington: 2nd Degree Murder/Involuntary Manslaughter

Mimi Miney: 1st Degree Murder

Morgan Fey: 1st Degree Murder, Attempted Murder (Accomplice in both, planned out the crime)

Acro: Attempted Murder, Involuntary Manslaughter

Matt Engarde: 1st Degree Murder (Hired a hitman), Consensual Homicide (driven a woman to kill herself)

Dahlia Hawthorne: 1st Degree Murder, Consensual Homicide, 3 counts of Attempted Murder, and 2nd Degree Murder (Serial Murders)

Luke Atmey: 1st Degree Murder

Furio Tigre: Either 1st or 2nd Degree Murder

Godot: Voluntary Manslaughter/Self Defence (defending someone else)

Iris: Voluntary Manslaughter (accomplice)

Kristoph Gavin: 2 counts of 1st Degree Murder, Attempted Murder (Serial Murders)

Those who canonically got the death penalty:

- Joe Darke

- Dahlia Hawthorne

- Terry Fawles

- Simon Blackquill

Those who canonically got the death penalty but didn’t get executed:

- Terry Fawles (he died anyway rip)

- Simon Blackquill

Those who are most likely to get the death penalty but never canonically stated:

- Manfred von Karma (not explicitly stated but heavily implied)

- Damon Gant

- Matt Engarde

- Morgan Fey (vaguely implied)

- Kristoph Gavin

- The Phantom

Those who don’t get the death penalty:

- Frank Sahwit

- Redd White (he would if his blackmail victims got leaked)

- April May

- Dee Vasquez

- Yanni Yogi

- Lana Skye

- Richard Wellington (could be a chance that he would considering his victim was a police officer)

- Mimi Miney (unsure considering her accomplice is implied to be on death row)

- Acro

- Luke Atmey

- Furio Tigre

- Godot

- Iris

To recap, the death penalty in Japanifornia is reserved for the criminals with absolutely no hope for rehabilitation, and for those who have aggravated murder charges/serial murder charges. Even people like Redd White will not receive the death penalty.

After all, Redd White did plead guilty to Mia’s murder specifically because getting arrested for one murder would be safer than having his list of blackmail victims get leaked to the press. It would be strange to confess for his own safety if he was just going to get executed anyway.

In the later games it is shown that the law is changing, and the death penalty is even less involved when culprits are convicted of murder. (Not counting charges in Khura’in, that’s different.) So it is very possible that the punishments can change overtime for those who were already convicted; meaning there’s a chance that they can be given a lighter sentence later on. There’s even a culprit in aa5 who was planning a murder but ended up killing someone else accidentally, and they were released from prison mere months after the trial. If they can released for that then surely a lot of the other culprits deserve the same treatment.

Speaking of Khura’in, that is actually more of a parody of what the fandom thought Japanifornia’s death penalty worked like. Even then, after the ending aa6, it looks like that judicial system will change for the better too.

And that’s pretty much it! The reason I wanted to go through this topic is because the whole murder = death penalty ideology is taken way out of proportion, and has been treated as a fact for far too long when it’s actually not completely true. This is just what I’ve managed to research and you can feel free to believe it or not, but I really wanted to share a new perspective on this subject. I, for one, wanted to share some hope for people; especially because I know a lot of these culprits have a lot of fans, and they deserve to have a brighter perspective on these characters. I definitely want some of these characters to return and this research really helped me feel confident that some of them have the potential to make a comeback.

Plus with the HD release of, not only the Apollo trilogy, but the Edgeworth collection in the same year, it’s more than likely that aa7 will bring back old characters! The reason a lot of these old characters didn’t make a reappearance sooner is because Capcom stood by this “no spoiler” rule for the players who may have missed out on certain games in this series. But now that we have all the mainline games in the series getting a HD release on all modern platforms, this “no spoiler” rule will most likely not be necessary anymore!

No more of this “if they’re guilty they’re never coming back” bs, let’s be more hopeful! It’s actually less likely that all culprits would get executed than the majority not getting executed. Let’s bffr!

And even if they don’t come back in aa7, we now have a more clear understanding on this messy topic, and you can feel free to use my analysis as a way to explain ace attorney culprits being able to leave prison in fanfictions, roleplays, fanarts etc. Don’t let the fandom tell you what to do >:3

Unrelated but I think this has been my first analysis post I put on tumblr and it was very fun to delve into! I may make more if anyone is interested :3c

[yameoto]

yam love love love that analysis on cate you just posted and was curious what your thoughts are on queers (lesbians in specific obviously) reading her as a closeted lesbian going through comphet?

tbh i could talk about this for hours but would just like to say that she legitimately had queen maeve posters all over her childhood bedroom lol didn’t believe that soldier boy shit for a SECOND.

comphet reading of cate dunlap ft. mariecate

TLDR so u don’t have to read the whole thing; all of cate’s relationships with men are overall fake and do not revolve around love, rather the forging of an idealised identity formed around media (comphet Classic). cate’s only real raw genuine untainted relationship is with a woman. ft. mariecate

id love to my favourite hobby is looking at characters through a orangepinkwhite tinged lens. cate’s relationship with luke fits the comphet bill almost too well. firstly, cate being locked up her whole childhood means the formation of identity would be entirely based on media. a very heteronormative landscape of media, which aligns with traditional comphet. you could say her relationship with luke—literally golden boy—is comphet based, the ‘gold standard’ for a relationship cate’s drawn from all that she’s consumed in her childhood years. effectually, cate’s entire early life was robbed of her. and here, she achieves her perception’s ‘perfect’ idea of a life through luke, and forms her entire identity around him (hence her desperation to keep him). this is especially evident in the fact she changed her major to ‘hero management’ just to support luke’s career. to fully commit in shadowing him, for the rest of her life.

except, it’s fake. the entire relationship is fake. by the time of the show, cate has erased and changed and warped luke’s memory, his identity to the point where his mind breaks by the pilot. the fauxness and dysfunction of luke/cate’s relationship despite their image of unattainable perfection is probably her largest comphet indicator. maybe she loved him (not enough to remain faithful, however), but it reads as more of a subconscious love of what he represented, and something to anchor her identity to, which she’s never had a chance to form. as well as a means as to gain shetty’s affection and trust, no matter if she thought it was for his own good or not. her relationship with luke was poisoned, for a multitude of reasons.

(sidenote: cate/luke comphet reminds me of jiper comphet down to the false memories piper’s charmspeak and jason as the golden boy who literally explodes so like. there’s that’s free tidbit for anybody who is tapped the fuck in.)

cate has been so deprived of love she seeks it wherever she can find it. hence her stint with andre, which obviously ends in shambles because it’s foundations are already shaky, considering she’s cheating on luke with him, and andre is fucking his best friend’s girlfriend, but is also disingenuous, because cate’s compulsion powers arguably affect andre the secondmost to luke (though, by a wide margin). these are her two only romantic interests, and they suffer the worst consequences of it.

enter.. marie moreau. and cate’s relationship with marie is more genuine than any of her romantic relationships, which i think is the most telling thing. cate and marie serve as foils to each other: both in the manslaughter of their loved ones, the way shetty attempts to use them, and how can you NOT ship two reflections of each other?

in the finale, cate reaches out her hand, and andre can’t take it, because he doesn’t trust her. you can’t blame him. inversely, marie is the one always reaching out to cate, who is constantly defending cate’s intentions and her motivations to the others—when cate doesn’t deserve the benefit of doubt. partly, it’s because marie has known cate the least amount of time, making the betrayal sting the least. but also, cate’s relationship with marie is also the one least tainted by her compulsion powers; marie is the least affected by cate’s manipulations (to love her, to stay with her), and yet, despite marie not being compelled to do so; she still retains her faith in cate. that cate is good. that cate can be good, which is a fact not even cate believes in.

marie actively sees through cate’s compulsion, and later, nulls it. there’s a reason why marie is the one to discover cate’s betryal. there’s also a reason why marie is the one to blow cate’s arm off when saving jordan. in the same episode that cate reaches out and andre draws away, marie reaches out to cate, and cate draws away. that is a very direct comparison. it also speaks to cate’s larger unwillingness to accept love that is untainted, either fear she herself will ruin it, or because she doesn’t think she deserves it.

anyways, all this to say that yes, cate could totally be read as comphet. and mariecate is totally metal as they are, romantically involved or not.

[princessleechan]

“Choi Seungcheol must die” Epilogue

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A year later

The morning sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow that gently penetrates the small gaps in your closed eyes. With a sleepy squint, you flutter your lashes as you gradually emerge from a deep slumber. Shifting your head from the pillow, a hand extends out from the cozy depths of the blanket, wrapping around your frame.

“Stop it…” a groaning voice protests.

“You're the one who wanted to share my bed,” you mumble, nuzzling into their chest. “Face the consequences.”

They respond by pulling you into a tighter embrace, their arms enveloping you, and their chin finds a comfortable perch on the crown of your head. “Fine,” they mutter, the warmth of their breath brushing against your hair.

As the two of you engage in this intimate morning ritual, another head pops into view. With a bemused expression, she scrutinizes the scene, her presence intruding on the moment that might seem suspicious to any outside observer. Her eyes, filled with curiosity, take in the details of the shared embrace, brimming in a playful curiosity.

"Minji, you're suffocating her.”

“I'm not…” Minji growls, her voice weak and sluggish.

“Maybe a little,” you manage to squeak, though the amusement in your tone is evident.

Finally, Minji releases you, her fingers gently loosening their grip, and she chooses to bury herself underneath the covers in a futile attempt to shield herself from the intrusion of the morning light. The soft rustling of blankets marks the end of the embrace, and you feel the lingering warmth on your skin as she seeks refuge from the brightness. Turning your attention to your savior, Gyuri, you find her already poised and ready to embrace the day. She stands with a graceful confidence, her attire impeccable and thoughtfully chosen for the day ahead. The morning sunlight catches the subtle details of her outfit, casting a gentle glow on her figure.

“Thank you.” You said with a voice devoid of consciousness.

“We can’t begin our morning with manslaughter,” Gyuri responds with a chuckle, her tone retaining its bubbly and inviting quality.

Sweeping the room with a more deliberate scrutiny, your discerning gaze catches a subtle irregularity. "We're short one."

“Breakfast served for my lovely ladies.”

Haru makes her presence known along a tray full of breakfast painted in shades of red and pink. From eggs to ham, and scones to her specialty pancakes, glistening in the honey gloss of the syrup and valentine sprinkles topping it all off. A grin stretches across your face as you're drawn in by the irresistible aroma, prompting you to join in and assist your friend in the pleasant surprise.

“Haru, you shouldn’t have,” you gush.

“Can't have our Galentine weekend without heart-shaped pancakes. Or bacon.”

“I’m up,” Minji stirs from her slumber, immediately alert at the mention of her favorite morning food.

A burst of excitement surged through the group as you and your friends hurriedly converged, exchanging laughter and animated banter. The anticipation of the upcoming meal heightened as each of you took turns crafting plates, carefully selecting and arranging a delectable array of food to share in bed. The air buzzed with a vibrant energy, a communal spirit filling the space as the aroma of the feast enveloped everyone. It starts your morning off right.

Since the fiasco that was ‘Choi Seungcheol must die,’ your public persona has evolved significantly from being labeled as the girl who supposedly shattered the campus heartthrob's—well—heart to normal girl once again. While a handful may still harbor disdain, you've garnered admiration from many others, including the lovely ladies seated around you sharing a meal. Despite have all dated the same man at least once, you've managed to forge genuine connections, finding common ground and shared interests that transcend your ex.

Basking in the sisterhood of this unique friend group proved to be a breath of fresh air. The unwavering support from these like-minded women has become a source of comfort, and you find yourself smiling at the regularity with which their presence graces your life.

"Oh," Gyuri polishes off the last bite of her syrup-soaked pancake and casually drops the bomb, "We should go to the Valentine fair in town. It’ll be cute and fun. All of the guys would be there too.”

“Will Mingyu be there?” Minji muses, a sly grin curling her lips.

“Minji, really?”

Minji playfully waves her fingers over her face, emphasizing the importance of facial features. “I’m just saying, good looks run in your family. Didn’t stop at you or your fine ass brother.”

Gyuri rolls her eyes. “Gross.”

“Come on, I deserve a chance. Y/n did.”

“Pardon,” you ask with a mouthful of eggs. You swallow the remaining food, thanking Gyuri, who wipes food from the corner of your lips.

"Yeah, the gorgeous guy you rejected, who's still holding onto feelings for you, along with my little brother, by the way. It’s about time he has someone new to look at and I can be that someone. If only his thoughtful little sister would steer him my way."

Gyuri lightly nudges the girl, nearly knocking off her glasses before he regains her posture. “I am not setting you two up. You both annoy me enough as is. I can’t imagine what’d happen if you were together.”

“You hate me. Just say that.”

“Minji…” Gyuri warns. “You know that’s not true.”

“Gyuri hates me,” Minji whines shedding fake tears. “She despises the potential of me being a sister-in-law.”

The youngest in the group, Gyuri sighs, shaking her head as though unimpressed by the antics of her older friend who lacks the mental maturity expected of her age. Her expression hints at a weariness, a silent playful disapproval of Minji’s snarky attitude, exhibiting a wisdom that belies her youth.

The collective smiles from you and the rest of the women in the room signal another good day, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The air carries a crispness that beckons to be inhaled, immersing you in the delightful blend of the sweetest aroma from freshly baked goods and the rich fragrance of the hottest, freshly brewed espresso. You're glad to have join in on the festivities, rest assured that you’d have company, even if that company included a couple.

Minji playfully feigns distaste. "Come on, Haru, it's Galentine's, and you bring your fiancé?"

Haru casually strolls alongside your group of friends, hand in hand with Junhui, who recently earned himself and Haru a newly coined label. She grips his hand just a little tight as her other arms clasped over his bicep. “But he’s such cute eye candy, plus I know he's been dying to come to this festival too.”

The fact that they got together no longer bothers you; in fact, you've come to realize it's for the better that they did. They couldn't be more perfect for each other, and the warmth of their connection is evident. As you reflect on the realization that a romantic relationship with Junhui was never in the cards for you, you find yourself smiling now. Despite your initial feelings, you're genuinely happy he found someone who loves him enough to commit to marriage. You weren’t so sure if you could’ve filled such shoes had it been you.

The grown man sticks out his tongue and Minji returns the gestures, tugging you and Gyuri by her side just as tight. “You two would never betray me for a man.”

"No, but you'd make an exception for a Mingyu," Gyuri points out, a fact made evident from this morning. "Speaking of which…"

Your attention is drawn to the lanky figure making his way toward you. His face lights up with a warm smile, and his arms open wide and inviting. "Guys!" he calls out enthusiastically, his expression and body language eager to greet his dearest friends.

"Mingyu!" Minji exclaims, wasting no time as she runs into his arms, momentarily startling him before he warmly reciprocates her embrace. "It’s nice to see you, Minji. I’m sure Seokmin is here somewhere."

She scoffs, clutching tighter. "I didn’t ask."

He chuckles, gently patting her on the back until she releases him. "You all look beautiful today, especially my darling sister," he says, pulling Gyuri into the tightest of embraces.

"Stop," Gyuri protests, pushing him away. "You'll ruin the hair."

“Spoiled as ever. So what do you guys wanna do first?”

The question appears to be a general inquiry, but you can't help but notice the glance thrown in your direction, almost as if he's anticipating your response. You simply shrug, mumbling a "not sure" under your breath. He hums, conjuring an idea while everyone else discusses possible plans.

"Well, if it helps, maybe there are a couple of things I thought we could consider doing."

“A haunted house? On Valentine’s day?”

“Don’t you know couples love scary movies?” Mingyu responds to Haru's question with a playful counter.  “You and Jun can go, and then–”

“Me and Mingyu!” Minji chimes in, taking his arm.

Mingyu politely smiles. “We could do that, or,” he takes you with his other arm, “We can come as a party. Use it as a test of courage.”

“A test?” Gyuri inquires with a taunting grin. “A test where you scream like a little girl and you get hurt because it’s too dark inside?”

Mingyu shoots a momentary glare at his sister, the edges softened by a hint of amusement, before his eyes shift into a silent plea. "Who knows? Perhaps amidst the chills of the show, you might accidentally find a guy you're meant to be with," he suggests, a playful yet hopeful undertone in his words.

“I’ve already met my guy,” Minji says. “But if it’s what Mingyu wants, we should go.” Her gaze shifts to the already-established couple. “Mom and dad first.”

“Minji, you’re older than me,” Haru states matter of fact.

“Until you break the engagement, you’re mom and dad.”

You proceed in the designated order, walking behind the couple as they lead the way into the haunted house. The remaining four of you huddle closely, a tightly-knit. You find yourself positioned at the edge, where the suspenseful anticipation of what lies ahead intensifies as you step into the dimly lit entrance of the eerie attraction. The air is thick with harmonious trepidation and the fear of unknowing, anticipating every possible jumpscare.

Mingyu, the largest of the group, ironically turns out to be the biggest scaredy-cat among you. Just as his sister predicted.

“What’s that?” he would shout. “He’s gonna jump out—damn, why did that look so real? OK—WHO OR WHAT TOUCHED ME?”

Before long, he starts darting off on his own, but Minji makes sure to hastily follow behind. Meanwhile, Gyuri vanishes amid her brother's episode, somehow amplifying the fear as he frantically searches for her. You attempt to keep up as best as you can, but your best falls short when you find yourself alone, struggling to locate even the exit.

"Uh, guys?"

You don’t know how you managed to do it, but there you were, standing frozen in the dimly lit corridors of the poorly made haunted house, a chill creeping down your spine. The creaking wooden floorboards and flickering lights creates an eerie enough atmosphere to make you wish you hadn’t made fun of it earlier. The playful screams and laughter of your friends now feels distant as an unfamiliar unease settles over you, turning what was supposed to be a casual haunt into a genuinely unsettling experience.

A split second later, a masked volunteer leaps out, causing you to stumble backward and collide with the person who materializes behind you—a solid, firm chest greeting you. Swiftly apologizing, you turn your head, locking eyes with the unexpected stranger. It takes a moment to register, but disbelief gives way to recognition as he smiles. His complexion, illuminated by the inconsistent lighting, exudes a radiance that you find oddly captivating.

Impulsively, you clutch at the fabric of his clothes, pulling yourself closer. "How are you here right now? You're supposed to be studying Europe."

Chan, a welcome sight, continues to smile warmly as he assists in guiding you out of the haunted house, his presence a comforting contrast to the lingering shadows and cheap Halloween supplies.

“We finished early about a week ago. I wanted to be a surprise.”

While you spent the remainder of your college years at the local university, Chan chose to venture abroad, a decision made in the aftermath of the Seungcheol incident. A clear sense of satisfaction is evident on his face as you take your time retracing the features of his face that have now matured in your time apart. 

“Oh my god, how are you? How was Italy? You look… amazing.”

He chuckles at your ceaseless chatter, intertwining arms with you along the entire path. “I'm well, still adjusting to the time difference. Italy was filled with great food, great wine, but, sadly, no you. I made do, though.”

You playfully elbow him, unable to contain the smile spreading across your face. “You never stop. God, the others will be so happy to see you!”

Upon reaching the exit, Chan, with a playful glint in his eye, deftly guides you around a concealed corner. The mischievous grin on his face deepens, and he suggests, "I have a better idea: we meet them later after you and I have a chance to catch up.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST Y/N?” Seokmin's voice echoes through the chaotic atmosphere, laced with a touch of frustration.

"Go, go, go." Chan, immediately recognizing the urgency, deftly propels you forward, skillfully navigating through the crowd. With a sense of urgency, he guides you towards more private quarters.  

“I can't believe Seungcheol's a dad now. A lot happens in a year,” you remark, savoring the indulgence of your double scoop brownie delight, the rich chocolate flavors mingling with the conversation, as you relaxed by the campus’s lake side.

Chan kitten licks his mint chocolate cone, savoring a sweet taste that he misses so much.“Yeah. I’m an actual uncle. It’s weird, but parenthood has done him a lot of good. He’s a lot different than he was back then.”

“How's he managing it all? Girlfriend in the picture, I'm guessing?”

He shrugs. “They're giving it a shot. Seems like she'll stick around, and Cheol might too. I've never seen him look at a girl the way he looks at his own daughter. They all look happy together. She’ll keep him grounded.”

“Now he’ll start defending his daughter from guys like him when she gets to his age one day. Cosmic Karma.”

Chan chuckles. “He better or I'm stealing her away and raising her myself.”

“So, how’s it been for you? What’s Italian Chan like?” you inquire humorously, reaching the sweet waffle cone.

“Still Chan. Just know the difference in wine now and why pasta should never be broken in half.”

You take a deep breath, mustering the strength to voice the question that has been swirling in your mind. The weight of the inquiry presses against your chest, and you can't help but wonder how much this very question has occupied your thoughts. Finally, you manage to ask, "Anyone special to you?"

He glances at you thoughtfully, smiling as he let out small bittersweet sigh. “There was...but I let her go. I tried dating while I was in Italy, no one right for me though.”

“Hmm.”

As you mull over his words, Chan's eyes drift into the realms of distant memories, a wistful gaze reflecting the moments he reluctantly left behind, “What about you? I can’t help but overhear you tried it out with Seungkwan while I was gone.”

You chuckle, the memory painting a genuine smile across your face. “And boy, was that awkward. We only stood a chance as friends. My dating life hadn’t been much of anything these days.”

A familiar glint dances in his eyes as he indulges in his ice cream. “I see.”

“Don’t go looking too happy.”

“What? I’m devastated. My OTP.”

You laugh, lightly shoving him, remembering how much he really did make you laugh. There wasn’t a person that made laugh the way he did. “Shut up.”

“So…no one special for you either, hmm?”

You meet his gaze, a flicker of earnest crossing your expression before you shake your head. “No.”

Silence settles between you, a moment pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions. When your ice cream is gone, your hand itches for something else to hold. The air becomes charged with a quiet wonder, both of you reminiscing in the shared moments—the sleepovers, the messages between lines that you told one another. There’s peace in this space you share, as well as bitterness in the possibility that has yet to arise.

“Do you remember what we said, after that third night straight you slept over at my place?”

Your mind drifts back to that moment. The air was filled with the aroma of fried chicken for dinner, and Chan had effortlessly polished off five beers. It was one of those nights you wished could last forever, where the outside world faded into the background, leaving only Chan in its wake. “Not sure,” you respond.

“Right people, wrong time,” he repeats. “That we would’ve probably gotten along a lot better if we met under different circumstances. If it wasn't for what I was going through or what you were going through, we might’ve been right together.”

Your cheeks flush, and you internally curse yourself for momentarily forgetting. It was one of the most intimate moments you've ever shared, and surprisingly, sex wasn't even involved. Despite all the heartfelt words exchanged in that moment of vulnerability, you had half-expected him to have forgotten about it by now. “What about it?” you inquire, trying to keep your composure amidst the resurfacing emotions.

He leans in, licking evidence of dessert off his fingers. “I thought about that a lot when I was away. How we worked together was great. How you made hours pass by like minutes, minutes like seconds.” 

“You thought about me, hmm?” You tease.

“I was in the most romantic city in the world and all I could think about was how you’d love it here, so yeah. I thought about how better it would’ve been with you even if I knew you’d wretch at the smell of squid form the squid ink pasta.”

As Chan speaks, you notice the subtle shifts in his expression, the glimmers of nostalgia and contemplation in his eyes. A moment of quiet lingers between you, the unspoken acknowledgment of what could have been. The weight of untold emotions hangs in the air, and you attempt to break that down.

“...You would’ve tried forcing that into me.”

His laughter feels like medicine for longing. “Maybe I would’ve.”

“Why are you bringing all this up to me? Professing your love, huh, Lee Chan?” you challenge.

“And if I am?”

“Chan…we shouldn’t.”

His eyes dim, appearing as if he expected this response yet still disappointed. “Why not…”

“We said why–”

“Because we were both vulnerable? Fragile? Susceptible to hurting each other because we were interested in other people. Y/n, I haven't thought about Haru since I saw her here at this festival because all I could think about is you.” As the words linger in the air, Chan's admission leaves a charged energy between you. The festival surroundings seem to fade into the background as the unspoken tension and emotions build.

Your hands bunch up your pants at the knees, and you pull yourself up from the grass. “Chan…”

He follows, determined to stay by you. “We’re not who we were a year ago. There’s nothing else holding us back. Not our friends. Not my brother. Not any unrequited feelings. Just me and you.”

You've pondered this ever since you realized your feelings, sometime after he left. How you'd long at him, how he looked at you. Whether he still had feelings for Haru or if he somehow harbored interest in you. Or course, you wanted this but was any time the right time? “...Right people.”

“Wrong time, but that’s not the case anymore,” he steps closer, his presence enveloping you, and he cups your face in his hands. The warmth of his touch is both comforting and electrifying. “I want to try it with you because, knowing you, we work damn well together. We deserve that. We deserve this more than anyone.”

You shake your head, recognizing the stolen quote. Lips stretched over your face, and you take half a step closer. “Screw you.”

Not giving him the chance to react, you capture his lips instead, savoring the familiarity. The the soft rustle of the wintertime breeze and the distant of other people only served itself as background that becomes te white space on now your vividly painted canvas. In that stolen moment, the world narrows down to the warmth of the kiss, an electric charge passing between you and Chan, and longing grip of his hands claiming your body. Each second is written meticulously into a story that you both finally decide to explore, the delay only proving that all had been worth the wait.

[fourteentrout]

Oklahoma! is genuinely such an insane musical I can't get over it. It takes place in like a day until basically the last number. It's got a main love triangle and then like a B plot love triangle and the two girls in both love triangles have drastically different views on love and men that affect their decisions and how they view each other and themselves. The antagonist is part of the main love triangle and his biggest issue with life is that he gets no bitches and also is possibly a murderer. He's the loneliest man you've ever met. The main love interest tries to convince the antagonist to kill himself because they're going after the same girl, and he actually considers it for a second. There are insanely obvious opportunities for gay tension. It's about cowboys and farmers. The first act ends with an instrumental ballet dream sequence that the main character has during a literal drug trip. It's almost a romance comedy. There is at least one murder attempt and at least one character death that can either be murder or manslaughter depending on the production. It's a musical based on a play based on a book and it was adapted into a play to cheer up Americans during the Great Depression and it was adapted into a musical to cheer up Americans during World War Two. It's about everything and nothing at all. It's about love and choice and desire and consequences. It's kind of racist if you're not very careful about casting and character choices. Every song fucks severely but also kind of lasts longer than you expect it to. It's bizarre. There's nothing really quite like it. It's The Cowboy Musical of all time. I can't stop thinking about it.

[maxdibert]

Pantsing someone in public is a humiliation tactic and the effect it has on the victim oftentimes resemble the same effect as other forms of sexual harrassment. It is shameful and indecent, it exposes your intimate area and your naked skin which many cultures consider sexual or semi-sexual. Even if Severus didn’t consider it sa it probably had the same effect on his psyche. I don't want to downplay victims of sexual assault but if I was pantsed like that in public I would view it through somewhat sexual lens therefore the shame from it would be connected to it. He probably didn’t view it like that, but the consequence was probably similar, tho maybe subconcious.

Let’s see, and I say this not only as a woman who has, indeed, experienced sexual violence at various points in her life, nor only as a jurist, but also as someone who has worked in primary legal aid services for victims of gender-based violence: sexual violence is a very broad spectrum.

This is a topic I find very complex and serious to address lightly, especially in a Tumblr post, but I’ll try my best to tackle it.

First of all, sexual violence isn’t just rape; rape is perhaps the most extreme level of sexual violence. Just as when we talk about homicide, there are several types—there’s even the criminal offense of “attempted homicide”—or distinctions between premeditated murder and intentional homicide, the same applies to other crimes. There are different levels depending on context, premeditation, malice, intent, cruelty, etc. We can’t speak of a single crime of “homicide” per se, or “robbery” per se. Armed robbery isn’t the same as robbery with a firearm, robbery with a knife, robbery with coercion, or plain robbery. There are many variants, and the penalties are harsher or lighter depending on these variants. Sexual violence works the same way. Groping someone can be considered sexual violence. Is it the same as rape? No, but it’s still sexual violence. Trying to kiss someone without their consent can be considered sexual violence. Is it the same as rape? No, but it’s still sexual violence. Likewise, grabbing someone and stripping them against their will (and that last part is crucial when reporting a possible crime of this type) in front of a crowd to mock, humiliate, and denigrate them is sexual violence. Is it the same as rape? No, but it’s sexual violence, because sexual violence is based on disregarding the person’s consent and going against their will. It all comes down to desire and consent when we talk about defining sexual crimes: if there is no desire or consent, it’s sexual violence. Period. It may be more or less severe; there may or may not be premeditation; there may be aggravating or mitigating factors, but that’s something assessed later when evaluating the seriousness of the crime—not when determining whether a crime occurred. First, it’s assessed whether there was a crime; then, the other factors are considered.

That said, it’s also crucial to understand that the idea some people have that "it’s not sexual violence because there was no intention to sexually assault" is nonsense. This argument has been traditionally used by the patriarchal legal mentality precisely to exonerate sexual aggressors, leaving victims defenseless. It’s something still used today, not only in assault cases but also in rapes, because many judges with the mindset of a caveman from the Pleistocene believe that if the aggressor "didn’t mean it," then it’s not that bad. Well, involuntary manslaughter exists, and it’s still manslaughter. Reckless homicide exists, and it’s still homicide. There’s the guy who was so drunk he didn’t realize the victim was saying no, and he still raped her—and it’s still rape. There’s the husband who thinks he has a right to have sex with his wife even if she’s not in the mood and doesn’t think he’s doing anything wrong—and it’s still sexual assault. Saying someone hasn’t committed a crime just because "they didn’t mean to" is dangerous because the criminal justice system doesn’t work that way; crimes don’t work that way.

I’ve had conversations with convicts serving time for rape charges, and I can assure you that most of them don’t understand what they did wrong. They don’t realize that what they did was assault. This is a reality those of us who work regularly with individuals who’ve committed serious crimes encounter. Many of my colleagues who are social reintegration workers and have participated in prison programs, workshops, and courses inside have had the same experiences as I have: you meet sexual offenders who not only "didn’t mean to" but are completely incapable of understanding that what they did was wrong because, in their worldview, it wasn’t wrong. So trying to excuse someone who commits a crime just because they didn’t understand it was a crime is absurd. It’s like excusing someone who kills because they didn’t intend to kill or because they don’t understand that killing is wrong. It makes no sense. It shows that the person making such claims has zero training in issues of sexual violence and no experience in the legal or criminal field. And I’m sorry, but I’m not going to take subjective opinions on such serious matters seriously if they come from people who’ve never set foot in a prison ward with common criminals in their lives because that’s useless to me. To me, it’s like someone without a medical or nursing degree giving lessons or opinions on how to treat a post-operative patient. These are people who are neither educated nor trained, and I’m not going to allow them to excuse or trivialize serious issues they don’t understand. Sorry, but no.

I find it very dangerous to trivialize certain things so lightly, even when talking about fiction, because fiction always reflects reality and the problems and situations that can arise in everyday life. If fiction is a weapon—and we can all understand this, since people ask for representation, inclusion, and the censorship of the normalization of problematic issues—then we can’t turn a blind eye and start excusing or justifying such serious issues. Otherwise, we generate the rhetorical discourse that certain terribly condemnable matters aren’t that bad, and that’s very dangerous.

[seriousbrat]

Isn't it an exaggeration to claim that Sirius tried to murder Snape? While Sirius did wrong by exposing Remus's secret about his lycanthropy, he didn't force Snape to go through the Whomping Willow; he simply provided information on how to get past it. Snape chose to investigate that information and went there of his own accord. Given his conversation with Lily, it's likely she suspected Remus was a werewolf. Snape's attempts to uncover the truth about Remus seem more like an effort to divert her attention from his own associations with Death Eaters and her real concerns about them.

People can still hold responsibility for willingly choosing to engage in dangerous situations.

lmao, yeah I'll concede it's a little bit of an exaggeration, but also not that much of one. Like okay, he tried to manslaughter him then lol

I've answered asks about this subject multiple times , but at risk of repeating myself: I think it's generally a bit disingenuous to claim that Sirius "simply told him" and was totally innocent and clueless about the very likely consequences of revealing that information to Snape. Sirius isn't stupid and he had to be aware of what Snape would do with that knowledge, then he very clearly showed NO remorse for it after.

This does not make it sound like it was an innocent little oopsie, but rather that it was done deliberately as an act of punishment. He engineered a situation in which Snape would find himself in mortal peril. Remus says that Sirius thought it would be "amusing;" if all Sirius was doing was neutrally telling Snape about a secret passageway, where's the trick? What's the amusing part? Perhaps Sirius didn't think Snape would actually die and just thought he'd get a good scare, but he still was willing to risk Snape's life to achieve this end.

Obviously, Snape is also partly to blame for the situation, because he still chose to go down-- and like I said in one of the other posts, this is why I don't think the staff at Hogwarts can punish Sirius for it. But on a personal level, in terms of Sirius's intent, I still believe it's wrong, and it's wrong for more than just the fact that Sirius exposed his friend's secret. Multiple people can be at fault in different ways.

Snape's attempts to uncover the truth about Remus seem more like an effort to divert her attention from his own associations with Death Eaters and her real concerns about them.

I mean, maybe, but honestly I think he was primarily obsessed with uncovering the marauders' secrets because he hated them, rather than it all just being a conniving ploy to distract Lily. I'm sure there was a part of wanting to show Lily that they were as terrible as he thought, but personally I don't think it was as convoluted as this haha. I'll also point out that Snape didn't appear to be making much effort to hide his association with Mulciber and Avery from Lily lol.

[sapphic-agent]

I'll rank these from least to greatest. The Snowball/Hairpiece moment: Disqualified for being an attempt at "humor." We can't really take the universe seriously if literally no one cares about the main character getting stabbed in the brain. WTF even is Bakugo's character if he's actually the one to have injured Izuku the worst in his life? It's not AFO or Tomura who put Izuku closest to death, it's apparently Bakugo for no reason other than jealousy. Apparently we're supposed to see this as Tsundere slapstick humor. Confronting The LOV: This is a continuation of the finals against All Might and another reason this guy isn't smart. He learned nothing since then. Bakugo is simply a moron who, despite being able to fly under his own power, couldn't be bothered to use this to save himself even when he knew they were after him. They were aware at this point what Nomu were and how they were made from people. While AFO didn't do this, he could have given one of Tomura's minions an ability that specifically countered Bakugo's and made it impossible for him to fight back. This wasn't required at all since Bakugo let himself get yoinked by Compress, but it's another reason he's a bonehead. Way to put everyone in danger saving your useless ass, you liability. I like the irony of Bakugo being exactly what Aizawa called Izuku on the first day of school. Battle Trials: This is the first moment of the universe bending over backwards to shield this guy from consequences and also twist the characters present to talk about how awesome he is. The writing was on the wall here that you can do everything he did and not get in trouble or reprimanded at all. That the number 1 hero can watch you nearly manslaughter someone and he doesn't give a shit. Witch Hunt And Apology: This one is also bad, but again because of the Bakugo aura that needs to bend other characters to make him look good. Hawks, All Might and Endeavor were aware Izuku was their last hope. Which is why Hawks and Endeavor are not constantly at Izuku's side and instead have time to be at UA while he's running on no sleep. Despite also being targets of the League who certain members will never rest until they've killed them, they let the savior child wander around by himself until he eventually loses to Dictator. Yes, Izuku was beaten. He lost. The story needed to make everyone involved an idiot so Class A can show up and rescue him. Actually, I'd say everything about this was the huge failure of the writing in general. The author doesn't give a shit about most of these worthless fodder children. So he needs a fight scene to show them doing SOMETHING while also attempting to call back to a bond he hadn't built. And then Bakugo gives a ridiculously half assed, victim blaming apology that wasn't needed at all, which Izuku doesn't respond to.

It doesn't matter if Bakugo apologizes to Izuku because we KNOW he's already forgiven him. We've known that since the summer camp arc. Izuku would not have screamed like that for someone he resented at all. He wouldn't have gone to save him if he still harbored negative feelings for him. Izuku has saint like patience (and the author doesn't allow him to be mad at Bakugo) so his only interest is them being friends again. Their entire relationship is Izuku trying his hardest to connect to this empty, spoiled brat and getting punished for it. This "apology" is another box checked on the list. An event that had to happen because the story built up to it, but the animosity between them is completely one sided. I rank this higher than the battle trials for how it degrades everyone's characters that this had to happen. Izuku became pants on the head stupid specifically so he could be saved by these fodder kids, because he's so powerful that he could casually clown them all if he wasn't exhausted to the point of passing out. Literally all of his support evaporates because we need him to be isolated. God, imagine if AFO wasn't equally stupid and he bothered to send some buddies with Dictator so he wasn't acting alone. Imagine if he bothered to recruit Muscular and had them working as a team. RIP Class A. But AFO is allergic to victory. Swan Dive: This moment escalated him from a typical high school bully to a vile little brat. The story could have gone some interesting places with this. A problem MHA has is that the author doesn't want the heroes to be bad people. So we have Endeavor pointed at as being the one bad hero. Bakugo is the one bad hero student. Endeavor doesn't have an entire building of side kicks who are just as bad as he is. Bakugo's friends at UA aren't also entitled, ruthless brats who accept him as one of their own. None of the UA kids are bitchy, catty, backstabbing, conniving, or really have any negative traits. Even if Mineta and Kaminari are perverts, they step up when the chips are down and their bad traits aren't treated with any real seriousness. They're all infinitely forgiving, positive people who are super nice. So if we looked at this as part of seeing how privileged kids in this world behave and there were more of them once Izuku got into UA, but he doesn't get bullied because he's powerful, then it works as a part of the world building. Instead, we see now that this is a Bakugo problem. He was a rotten little brat who bullied and hurt kids for years for....no reason. We see LOADS of other kids with powerful quirks who would have had legions of dick riders hyping them up, and yet it's only Bakugo who acts like this. So it's one of the worst things he's done, in retrospect, because he's apparently always been what the author calls an "Abusive Egotist" and only stopped because Izuku got a power.

Deku Vs Kacchan 2: This is another example of Bakugo's incredible self centered nature. His "friend" is riding a high and of course Bakugo has to make everything about himself. Fuck Izuku for saving this little bitch boy's life, am I right? Fuck him for never telling anyone about his previous abuse and ruining his career before it started. Honestly, Izuku had All Might in his corner and could have dropped the hammer on Bakugo any time he felt like it, but he instead decided to show mercy. His reward is this horse shit. Now he has to emotionally validate this narcissist. Sure, you did end All Might. In retrospect, you should be thankful the League had such piss poor operational security and AFO decided to stay and fight. You should also be thankful AFO didn't chain you to his body as meat armor while he fought All Might, guaranteeing you and All Might would die. In all the permutations of ways this could have turned out if the villains didn't act like they huff glue every day, this is the best outcome. But of course, the fact that he and his friends got out of that with no one dead is irrelevant to him. It's all about his feelings. I'd hate this kid even if he never bullied anyone a day in his life. He's fucking disgusting to me. We're wasting screen time on this flat, empty character who doesn't even get his own villains. So much of this series has been spent on this dickhead and his garbage "redemption." Fuck. The payoff isn't worth it! He's intolerable even when he's trying to be nice! Bakugo pisses all over All Might and the OFA users: Fuck All Might, am I right? Fuck the people who fought for justice and freedom from the ancient Japanese Boogeyman. Fuck the only reason we don't live in a mafia state where he controls all resources. I can guarantee in such a world, Bakugo would be one of AFO's enforcers, not a resistance fighter. Because he only joins the winning teams.

If Bakugo was Yoichi, he'd have never complained about his brother killing people and would have raised both middle fingers to the air when he became co-emperor of the world.

I rank this the highest because this completes All Might's humiliation, and he's not even allowed to slap this little bitch across the face for mocking people who died to ensure everyone else could survive.

Interesting ranking. I didn't think anyone would actually put insulting the past OFA users at first. But it makes sense considering how he bitched and whined and threw a fit over not being chosen, then insulted the predecessors. All Might should have told him to stfu about his mother figure

[goodluckclove]

“[suicide bait], you [negative adjective] [slur]” is still an extremely common ask template, yes. You just madlibs it. Examples that I can reclaim so I don’t feel too gross while writing this, with obvious content warning for slurs:

“Go jump off a bridge, you filthy queer”

“Kys, you fucking retard”

And so on and so forth, you get the point

Okay, so this is very interesting to me for a lot of reasons. I mean I can speak on the internet's influence in circumventing human instinct and providing a fairly safe outlet to say the worst possible thing, usually consequence-free, but I feel like lots of people have done that and it hasn't accomplished much.

What I'm really interested in is the methodology behind telling someone on the internet to KYS. Other than as a joke, I mean. As a joke I think the situations in which it actually works are so rare I just wouldn't bother.

But as a serious hate thing, I have to assume most of these people don't seriously want the person they say it to to kill themselves. I don't think most of them are able to actually process the aftermath of a single human suicide and scope of how much it effects the community around them. I also don't think they realize that in many states in the United States, promoting a suicide attempt can be used as grounds for legal action. In one extreme case, Michelle Carter got imprisoned for involuntary manslaughter.

It's possible that there are some people that genuinely hate an internet presence so much that they want to ruin their lives and haunt the lives of everyone associated forever. Someone who, upon learning they convinced someone to end their life, would genuinely say "good" and move on unaffected. I don't want to meet that person.

What feels more accurate to me is that people are drawn to the emotional and social implications of telling someone to kill themselves. In as little as three letters you can speak on behalf of the world itself and tell a person that they are unwanted in the most fundamental sense possible. It's like being outcast in the middle school lunchroom, but on the same of the whole of humanity. It's a deeply powerful effect when done right and it's accessible to virtually anyone. It allows the speaker, someone who may have less societal power in the physical world, the chance to make the ultimate choice of deciding who gets to be alive.

It's a fascinating and deeply troubling phenomena that ultimately accomplishes nothing but making the person who said it feels cool and right. But, then again, I feel like that applies to a lot of online communication in this era.

[bimbocoreblonde]

S = Security for The Fall Guy I am bEGGING!!! Any character 💜

Why limit it to just one? Let's do Security for all five of my favourite Fall Guy chacters: Colt, Tom, Jody, Gail, and Dan!

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Colt:

Colt isn't super protective; not because he doesn't love you, but because he thinks you're the most competant person in the world. Just because he isn't protective generally, though, doesn't mean he's not paying attention. He'll send you questioning looks, and the moment it looks like you want help getting rid of someone, or some back up in an argument, he is there.

Also, if anyone upsets you, he is instantly ready (and extremely willing) to beat the shit out of them.

Tom:

Tom can't even look after himself, let alone you. The best he can do is make it clear to his security team that you are their first priority, then him.

That being said, he loves it when you're protective of him. When you're shooing away paparazzi, defending him on social media, or shutting down invasive questions from his 'friends', it makes him feel way more secure in your affection, knowing that you care enough for look out for him.

Jody:

Jody's protectiveness is a quiet thing - she's never open about it, but it's always really clear that no-one on set should ever even think about fucking with you now she's the director. It's never discussed, and actually you're kind of oblivious to it, but no-one ever gets a chance to upset you twice.

Also, Jody never forgets. That guy who stole the last sandwich from catering just as you were reaching for it? He applied for a job on Metalstorm. He didn't get it.

Gail:

Once you're one of Gail's people, there is no ends to what she'll do to protect you, even from the consequences of your own actions. Attempted murder? Cool. Actual manslaughter? No problem, here's a ten-step plan on how you can get away with it.

Luckily, you don't really need protecting from anything major. But that journalist who asked you a way-to-personal question at the last interview you did? Gail will ruin his career, and he'll probably never even know why.

Dan:

Dan is super protective. He's a stunt co-ordinator, he knows exactly what can go wrong in any situation, and he's always worried when you're on set that you're going to be involved in some kind of accident.

That being said, he'd never try to stop you from doing what you do. You're damned good at it, and he'd never want you to feel like he didn't believe in you. But if he watches your stunts with a closer eye, and has a fire extinguisher, first aid kit, and neck brace all close to hand...well, it's just in case.

[morbidology]

On April 17, 1994, Mika Kalevi Muranen, a 23-year-old conscript in the Finnish army, returned to the Hamina barracks following a brief holiday. Instead of resuming his regular duties, he absconded with an assault rifle from the barracks and journeyed to his hometown of Kota.

Upon arriving, he proceeded to his family's home, where he retrieved his crossbow and tragically ended the lives of his two neighbors, 53-year-old Reino Vulkko and his 54-year-old wife, Sirkka Vulkko. On April 19, he fatally shot 45-year-old mailman Matti Olli. Subsequently, he fled into the nearby woods, accompanied by his family dog, as the police initiated a relentless pursuit.

A harrowing firefight ensued between Muranen and the pursuing law enforcement officers. In the midst of the confrontation, the police, armed with submachine guns, shot Muranen's dog. Ultimately, Muranen was apprehended after sustaining a gunshot wound to the shoulder. He faced a litany of charges, including three counts of murder, eight counts of attempted murder, and three counts of attempted manslaughter. Consequently, he received a life imprisonment sentence.

In Finland, individuals sentenced to life imprisonment become eligible for parole consideration after serving 12 years. In September 2014, after spending two decades behind bars, Mika Muranen was released from prison. During his incarceration, he underwent training to become a lumberjack and expressed his earnest desire to reintegrate into society and lead a semblance of a normal life.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Martin Daubney

Published: Mar 15, 2016

It’s time for us to face up to an ugly truth: it’s not just men who can be murderers and violent, abusive attackers of the opposite sex.

This was brought into grim focus last week with the horrific case of Sharon Edwards, 42, who brutally murdered her husband, David, 51, by stabbing a 13-inch carving knife through his heart.

A serial man-abuser, Mrs Edwards inflicted 60 stabbing and prodding wounds to her husband. While in court, Sharon brazenly lied that David “walked into” the knife. She is currently serving at least 20 years in jail for murder.

[ Sharon Edwards on her wedding day ]

You could argue, or pray, that Sharon Edwards is a monstrous one-off. Yet cases of female brutality against men – and other women – seem to be becoming more prevalent.

Women murdering men is still mercifully rare. In 2014/15, 19 men died at the hands of their partner or ex-partner, compared with 81 women. However, the number of women convicted of perpetrating domestic abuse has more than quadrupled in the past ten years, from 806 in 2004/05 to 4,866  in 2014/15.

Male domestic violence charity The ManKind Initiative say that for every three victims of partner abuse, two will be female and one will be male. According to the Office for National Statistics, 2.8 per cent of men – 500,000 individuals – suffered partner abuse in 2014/15.

While it's important to state that more women than men suffer domestic abuse in Britain (4.5m women versus 2.2m men over the age of 16, according to the ONS), there remains a theory that men under report their experiences due to a culture of masculine expectations. 

Staggeringly, a recent report from liberal Canada, where men are encouraged to talk about their feelings, showed that men are more likely to suffer spousal violence, with 342,000 women and 418,000 men suffering abuse in the preceding five years to 2014.

Could the same be true in other countries – like the UK? It’s possible: the ManKind Initiative say only 10 per cent of male victims will tell the police, as opposed to 26 per cent of women.

What's more, violence against men by women isn’t limited to partner abuse.

Last September, Sarah Sands stabbed her neighbour, Michael Pleasted, 77, to death after learning he had 24 previous convictions for sex offences against minors. Despite committing a "frenzied attack", she was sentenced to only three and a half years for manslaughter. 

Last July, Tom Borwick, 27, the son of a Tory MP, was viciously beaten and left unconscious by a “girl gang” in a Leicester Square KFC. Then, to add insult to his serious injuries, he was ejected by security who refused to help him.

In January, Shadiya Omar was given a suspended prison sentence after she stabbed Justin Lloyd, also 22, in the eye with her stiletto shoe after a bust-up in a Manchester taxi queue. Hundreds blasted the lenient sentence as “a joke,” pointing out Omar would surely have been jailed if she were a man.

Such stories shatter the false narratives that only women get battered, that men are never victims, and that women never attack.

But politically the system is stacked against men. While ending violence against women and girls (VAWG) has rightly been a governmental priority, there is not only no specific strategy to end violence against men. Attempts to modify the VAWG strategy to include male victims have been actively resisted.

As a direct consequence, while last week Nicky Morgan pledged another £80 million to end VAWG, the ManKind Initiative – one of only two UK charities that specifically helps male victims of domestic violence – will close its helpline in May as it couldn’t raise a comparatively modest £45,000.

By so clearly intimating that victims don’t matter if they are men, it can only further add to male victims’ reluctance to come forward.

We should unite in condemning all perpetrators of partner abuse, men and women, and treat all victims, men and women, with equal compassion.

Mark Brooks, Chairman of the ManKind Initiative, says: “Domestic abuse is a crime against an individual, not a crime against a gender. Those that hold that view are clinging to an old-fashioned, politically correct view of the world that has no place in the 21st century when equality for all victims solely based on need has to be the answer.

"Taking a gendered approach to domestic abuse is only acceptable when both genders are included”.

We desperately need to de-gender the domestic violence debate to help smash society’s last great taboo: female violence against men.

[ Via: https://archive.today/PBHRk ]

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*runs in*

V AND CHEEKY IN THE SPIDERVERSE-

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fffUCK - OKAY, HERE WE GO -

I JUST REDESIGNED MY SPIDERSONA SO I'M IN THE MOOD FOR SOME SPIDER CONTENT.

Alright, so, V and Cheeky are the spider in their respective universe.

I'll put this under the cut because there will be Across the Spiderverse spoilers.

~ Dari

VeeVee was actually, shocker, a villain! At the time, he was fighting the Spiderperson of his current universe and like "Superior Spider-Man" became the new one after he'd killed them.

Who was under the mask was actually Lady Blade, who was the spouse of his late mentor Dark... Yeah.... V was pretty horrified. Especially because she went out of her way to be kind to him and he couldn't even do her the service of letting her know that he did it.

So was a mixture of guilt and resolution to make up for his wrongs; V went underground - only to debut as "Latrodectus". He got Blade's blood and so was able to use some connections in the black market to become the new Spiderperson.

Past his spider abilities; he can create dark blasts of energy and imbue his webs with something nasty - either way, touching it can burn or kill depending on its potency. He can also see in complete darkness.

He's still quite brutal though, still wants to crush the corrupt government and labs - kills a lot of the villains that can't be persuaded to change or gets in his way.

We know the Spider-Society ain't too picky and he's skilled so... He's on call a lot for the heavy shit. He really likes pissing off Miguel.

... Has an affection for Hobie and Gwen too.

Cheeky, on the other hand, was kind of drawn into the fold of a terrible love triangle. Like, they were in love with their best friend - Peter Parker, who was in love with their other friend Gwen Stacy. When they became "Jumper", they found out that Gwen had actually had a thing for them. It was just a cycle....

But to quote Spider-Gwen; "In every universe Gwen Stacy falls for Spider-Man and in every universe, it doesn’t end well..."

Peter knew Gwen liked Jumper and in an attempt to try and be more like them, essentially went along with an experimental program to try and become stronger... And it worked.... But it made him much crueler than before - though it gave him the ability to change his voice and appearance...

He pretended to be Jumper and started besmirching their name by committing criminal acts dressed as them(including manslaughter). Of course, they had to stop this imposter.

Neither of them meant for Gwen to get caught up in this; collateral from a scuffle that became way too large. It was actually also where he'd managed to unmask them, only to be shocked to see his best friend instead... Peter and Cheeky could only watch on in horror as the two of them were not fast enough to stop a falling billboard...

After seeing the consequences of his actions and how they've hurt the people he loves, Peter stood down and gave himself up quietly - even confessing that he'd framed Jumper... Cheeky promises to visit him in prison (read: life sentence) when they can.

But since being recruited by Miguel... They haven't really felt as if there was a good time to do so.

They can't always look Spider-Gwen in the eye - it hurts their heart... But they always let her know she's supported and cared for.

There is also a parental affection for Hobie and Peni.

Their favorite is Pav though, shhhh, don't tell the others

Oh! And past the climbing on walls and shooting webs; they can manipulate light - turning it into concentrated heat or snuffing it entirely. Using it to stun opponents is fun too, they actually have night vision visors in their mask that double as strong sunglasses.

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Testing the Limits - A Cyrus Story

TW: Extreme Violence, Gore, Self-Harm, Physical Trauma, Strong Emotions

Cyrus turned on the camera, stepping back as Clark turned on another further back. They had set up a small recording space in a warehouse owned by Clark's family, and were preparing to test Cyrus' regenerative abilities in a way he had never even dreamed before. One of Cyrus' Wards, who was studying to become a surgeon, stood by ready to assist at any moment. Cyrus smiled as he looked at the assortment of weaponry and experiment-related gear they had brought. Blades, bludgeons, fireworks, lighters, and even a few small firearms lay across a table.

Cyrus had also done some research on species with high healing factors and discovered why he'd been so hungry after waking up from his incident: Healing took energy, and his body had exhausted a lot of it to repair the damage to his internal organs and skin. As such, he had also taken the time to prepare a mini-fridge full of carb-rich foods, and one full of water bottles. With a rare, but increasingly common smile, he stood between the two cameras and looked to the one in front of him.

"I, Cyrus Ferrick, of sound mind and body, do hereby consent to any, all, and every test and experiment being done on this day, the 17th of the first phase of Gaius, 2021. I was recently attacked. An attempted mugging, on the 29th of the second phase of Dinora, 2021. During this attack, I was stabbed two times. Once in the lower right portion of my back, in which the blade not only went in, but came out of my stomach in the process, and again in the chest, directly through the heart. As you can see..."

He paused, removing his shirt and making a slow circle for the camera. "I have no scars, no marks of any kind to indicate this is true. I have always healed rapidly, even by the standards set by those rapid healers among the axolotls. This incident sparked a curiosity. How much damage can I sustain before I require true medical attention? In other words, how long before I require outside help to repair damage?"

He motioned for Clark to come over, which his Ward did without hesitation. "This is Clark Bixtra. He is my closest friend, most trusted confidant, and a Ward of mine at the Salvatore University in Tylvin. He will be assisting me today in testing my limits. He is under strict orders to ONLY call for our other assistant-"

With another wave, he beckoned his other Ward, a cocker spaniel named Lyle. "-to help if, and only if, I am in real danger of dying, such as the event of a flatline. I have, however, left it up to his discretion as what other things may be categorized as real danger of dying. In the event of my death, however unlikely, I absolve these two of any and all legal consequences, for whatever that may be worth.

They agreed to this at my request, and we have spoken at great length about how far they are allowed to go, and how far they are willing to go. There will be no murder, nor manslaughter, during these tests. Now without further ado, I would like to begin. Clark?"

Clark nodded and the two moved off camera, with Clark returning a second later with a long-barrel lighter. He lit it, and held it up so that both cameras had a good view of it. "Test number one. High temperatures consistent with the average temperature of your basic flame."

Cyrus nodded, holding his hand against the flame of the lighter, pain visible on his face as he held his breath. As the skin burned and boiled up and began to bubble, he fought the urge to pull his hand away. When he began to, he looked to Clark and gave a teary-eyed nod. Clark grabbed at his wrist and held it in place, ensuring the hand stayed still. After several long minutes, he removed the flame and Cyrus showed his hand to the cameras.

He had since stopped crying, adjusting to the pain over time and becoming numb. Aiming his palm at the camera beside him rather than in front of him, he let it remain there until it was fully healed. The process was no less painful than the burning itself, but he smiled as the skin healed up finally, and left no marks to remind him of the flame at all.

Clark smiled and walked off-screen again to grab the next tool. Cyrus looked to the front camera with a grin, wiping tears from his eyes. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine. It...It hurt. Yes, it hurt a lot. But I am completely alright. Clark is now coming with a standard pocket knife, and I will demonstrate with it this time rather than him."

Clark chuckled, handing over the pocket knife and stepping out of view once more. "Now...As you can see..." He slashed across his palm, his wrist, his forearm, several places across his chest, his stomach, even his throat. Within seconds, each cut healed as if it never existed. "I am completely okay. Slashing proves completely useless. Stabbing fares no better, though...it does hurt a lot more."

He stabbed through his palm, letting out a pained cry as he pulled it out, then into his stomach, a grunt escaping his lips before he pulled it out once again. He repeated the process all along his arms, stomach, and shoulders, wincing as each wound healed over, none taking more than a moment to heal. Handing the knife to Clark, he took a small firecracker from him in the process.

"Once again, I am perfectly okay. This one is...This one is going to hurt. A lot...Oh boy...Okay, ready. Let's do this." As Clark lit the fuse of the firecracker, Cyrus held it in both hands tightly. When it went off, he watched as his fingers took the full force of the small explosion, and his yell was audible from outside the warehouse as he watched them tear off. His breath shaky, he took a deep breath, fighting through the pain.

"I know it looks bad. It feels worse. But...I'll be alright." Over the next several minutes, his fingers grew back, Cyrus facing the side-camera the entire time. "Gods...I don't even know who we're going to submit this to...There's so many ethical problems here it'll never get past peer review..." With a pained chuckle, he flexed his hands as they finished healing. "See? Absolutely fine. Now, for the next test..."

Clark approached with another blade, this time a scalpel. Cyrus smiled, taking it and extending his arm. With careful precision, he created perpendicular incisions, pulling it open for a moment before severing it entirely, watching as the now-missing chunk of his arm regrew over the course of the next few minutes. He smiled as he looked to the camera.

"As you can see, slashes, cuts, missing pieces...None of it is difficult to heal from. Painful to experience, of course, but easy to heal. Now...For this next part...This is why we started before dawn. Clark, please...." Clark nodded, stepping up with a rather long bowie knife.

"Clark is going to stab me in the heart. I am fully confident I will survive. I have before, and that was on an empty stomach. I ate a large, carb-rich meal before coming here, and should heal much easier now. However, should anything happen, please refer to the disclaimer at the beginning of the video. Clark...At your leisure."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I trust you, and I trust in my healing ability."

"Okay..."

With visible hesitation, Clark struggled to bring himself to do it, fear in his eyes. After a moment however, he closed them, bringing the blade down, and piercing into his Mentor's heart. With a gasp from Cyrus, Clark opened his eyes and looked at his Mentor with concern. "Out! O-Out! Pull it- Pu-pull it OUT!"

He quickly jerked the knife back, and watched as Cyrus hit his knees. This time, however, he sat back on them, steadying himself as he bled. Taking the deepest breaths he could, he did his best to avoid going into shock. As the feeling of fire spread from his heart outward, he doubled over, supporting himself on his arms and knees as he let himself cry out. As he clung to consciousness by a thread, fighting the shock and the desperation to sleep, he felt the pain slowly subside, and noticed he was no longer bleeding. Had it really healed this quickly before? Incredible...It couldn't have been more than ten minutes!

As he stood, he steadied himself against his friend. "I...I'm okay. I'm alright. As...A-As you can all s-see...I'm alive...And healing..." He faced the side-camera, the injury on his chest quickly sealing up as he did. "I'm okay." He smiled, looking to Clark who was visibly relieved. He hugged him, and Clark hugged back tightly. With renewed confidence, Cyrus pulled back and grinned.

"Final test. Firearm." Clark nodded, uncertainty in his eyes. He stepped out of view only to return a second later carrying a handgun.

"This is a common, store-bought Colt 1911. It has not been modified. Clark is going to shoot me one time in the right shoulder with this gun. We considered the possibility of a shot to the stomach or the heart, to see how my system would fare with the projectile remaining past the organ wall but not in the way of it, however our medical advisor noted it was possible the bullet could block the flow of blood if in the heart, and could make me quite sick if in the stomach. As such, we felt a shot to the shoulder would be safest, to see how my body reacts to the offending item remaining in me."

He nodded to Clark, who took aim carefully, more confident knowing this wouldn't be fatal even on the average person. As he pulled the trigger, Cyrus staggered back from the impact of the bullet and looked to his shoulder. The pain was incredibly potent, though not as hard on him as the stabbings had been. He watched, and felt, as his body tried to heal around the bullet, squeezing it tightly and eventually healing over it. With a pained groan he tried to move his arm, only to cry out as it sent burning pain throughout his entire right side.

"I...I can't move my arm without feeling like my whole side is just...on fire. I need this thing out of me, quickly." Without hesitation, Lyle stepped forward holding the scalpel. He carefully cut into Cyrus' shoulder, extracting the bullet and stepping away. As he stood there, the injury quickly healed up and once again, within seconds, looked as if it was never there. Satisfied, Cyrus reached off-screen and put his shirt on again.

"I have wanted to test the limits of my healing for some time now, and while we took precautions, I have learned quite a bit about my limits. Shock being the greatest enemy I have. I believe we have learned enough. Again, I have no idea where to put this...We may not be able to put it anywhere...But it will serve as a nice reminder of just how far I am able to go." With that, he turned off the camera and turned to Clark and Lyle.

"Thank you both. I understand it wasn't easy to watch...But I greatly appreciate what you've done for me today. I'd like to treat you both to a worthy reward. Please, think on it and when you know what I can do to repay you, tell me immediately." Lyle grinned.

"You got it, Cy! This was such an experience...I can't imagine how valuable you'd be to the medical community."

"I'm sure. Perhaps I could be your personal surgery doll, to practice on?"

"That'd be perfect! I wouldn't have to worry about messing up cause you'd just heal back by yourself!"

"Mm. Go on back to the campus. I'll meet you, say, Wednesday, 9PM?"

"Sounds great! Thanks, Cy!"

With an eager skip in his step, Lyle left the two alone as Clark looked at Cyrus, worry all over his face.

"Cyrus, you can't do stuff like this...I only agreed to help because you just...You seemed so hellbent on it. But it scared me, man. YOU scare me lately. It's like you're trying to kill yourself just to see if you CAN. I get it...You want to see how much you can take. You want to see if you're some invincible freak of nature, or just an insanely fast healer. But this? This isn't the way to do it. If something happens that should kill you, and you live, great. But I can't watch you actively search for the point of no return. Pay me back by counting me out."

Cyrus looked at his friend in shock and fear. "I...Count you out? Clark, I need you for thi-"

"I'm not arguing this! I'm telling you, flat out, I'm DONE! I won't help you fucking murder yourself just because you think it can't be done, or because you think it CAN and want to see how much it takes to do it! If it takes a gunshot or a grenade, a severed hand or a severed head, a slashed artery or disembowelment!? I don't want to find out!"

"Clark..."

"NO. I won't let you do this to yourself, Cy. You're too damn important to too many people to be taking risks like this!"

"You're right."

"STOP ARGUING!"

"I'M NOT!"

"I-...You aren't. You KNEW you were taking it too far!?"

"No! Not...Not at first, no! I got carried away, but..Gah, I won't do this again! I won't push myself this hard again! Because you're right! And I don't want to die, I don't want to put everyone through that!"

"Good. Because if you'd said anything else, I'd have knocked your ass out, dragged you back to your dorm, tied you down, and locked you in."

"A bit extreme, given-"

"Given nothing. You made me stab you in the heart, Cyrus. A person doesn't just walk away from that. I felt every inch go through you. I will carry that, FOREVER."

"I'm sorry...I didn't think about these things."

"Weeks of plan and prep, and you didn't consider how it might affect ME to do this to you."

"No, I-"

"And it's fine...Cause neither did I."

The two stood there in silence for a long while before Cyrus, giving in, stepped forward and hugged his Ward. Clark felt tears well up as he hugged back tightly.

"I don't ever want you to do something like this again."

"I never will."

"Promise me, damn it...We both know you're too stubborn to stop yourself if you haven't promised."

"I promise, Clark, I will NEVER do anything, or have anyone else do anything, that even has a CHANCE of resulting in my death."

"Good...We can't lose you, Cy..."

"I know...I know."

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The Defector Takes The Stand // Anton Fennec

Today in the historic trial of seven German Navy officers accused of violating the laws of war and causing the deaths of eleven State prisoners of war, the key witness for the prosecution speaks for the first time. Anton Ellmenreich von Fennec was the senior officer on board the Horatio and formally defected to the State in June before facing trial and being found guilty of three charges of negligent manslaughter and one of cowardice & desertion in July. Brought in under armed guard and sat behind a layer of bulletproof glass amidst fears for his safety, Mr von Fennec appeared in uniform and spoke so quietly that at several points, the questioning was stopped briefly to adjust the microphone as he was inaudible to the interpreter. The initial questions revolved mostly around his fitness to testify following a recent suicide attempt, which Mr von Fennec very plainly denied affected his comprehension or recollection of the events on board the Horatio. Once the defence's objection to the witness was settled, the testimony began. The initial cross-examination went on for three hours after which an adjournment was called to allow for a relief interpreter to be brought in. He presented a unique perspective to the court which has as of yet not been heard- of a ship far out of control and a crew caught in the grip of hysteria, with a captain who lacked the skill or ability to bring them back in line, creating the perfect storm which had tragic consequences for eleven of England's finest men and women. The trial continues tomorrow with further cross-examination of Mr von Fennec.