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[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Law-Related Vocabulary

for your next poem/story (pt. 4/4)

Ambulatory - capable of being altered

Attainder - the termination of the civil rights of a person upon a sentence of death or outlawry for treason or a felony

Bestiality - the crime of engaging in sexual relations with an animal

Blasphemy - the crime of insulting or showing contempt or lack of reverence for God or a religion and its doctrines and writings and especially God as perceived by Christianity and Christian doctrines and writings

Brownfield - a tract of land that has been developed for industrial purposes, polluted, and then abandoned

Clemency - willingness or ability to moderate the severity of a punishment (as a sentence); an act or instance of mercy, compassion, or forgiveness

Cold blood - a state of mind marked by premeditation and deliberateness—usually used in the phrase in cold blood

Concubinage - the relationship between persons who are cohabiting without the benefit of marriage

Days of grace - period of time beyond a scheduled date during which a required action (as payment of an obligation) may be taken without incurring the ordinarily resulting adverse consequences (as penalty or cancellation); also called "grace period"

Donation mortis causa - a donation that is to take effect on the donor's death and that is revocable

Ex maleficio - arising from wrongdoing; created by law in response to a wrongdoing

Exonerate - to relieve especially of a charge, obligation, or hardship; to clear from accusation or blame

Express malice - the knowledge that defamatory statements especially regarding a public figure are false

Extreme cruelty - behavior toward a spouse that involves physical violence or threats thereof, acts calculated to destroy the peace of mind or health of the spouse, or acts destructive of the purpose of the marriage

Floodgate - something serving to restrain an outburst (as of litigation)—usually used in pl.

Flotsam - floating wreckage of a ship or its cargo

Flying squad - a usually small standby group of people ready to move or act quickly; especially: a police unit formed to respond quickly in an emergency; called also "flying squadron"

Fourth degree - a grade given to less serious forms of crimes

Freedom of the seas - the right of a merchant ship to travel any waters except territorial waters either in peace or war

Golden parachute - an agreement providing for generous compensation to an executive upon dismissal

Great bodily injury - physical injury suffered by the victim of a violent crime that causes a substantial risk of death, extended loss or impairment of a body part or function, or permanent disfigurement; physical injury that is more serious than that ordinarily suffered in a battery

Indemnify - to secure against hurt, loss, or damage

Messuage - a dwelling house with the adjacent buildings and curtilage and other adjoining lands used in connection with the household

Moiety - half of something

Moot - deprived of practical significance; made abstract or purely academic

Next friend - a person appearing in or appointed by a court to act on behalf of a person (as a child) lacking legal capacity

Nunc pro tunc - now for then—used in reference to a judicial or procedural act that corrects an omission in the record, has effect as of an earlier date, or takes place after a deadline has expired

Primogeniture - the state of being the firstborn of the children of the same parents; exclusive right of inheritance

Prurient - marked by or arousing an unwholesome sexual interest or desire

Putative - thought, assumed, or alleged to be such or to exist

Sedition - the crime of creating a revolt, disturbance, or violence against lawful civil authority with the intent to cause its overthrow or destruction

Seriatim - in a series; individually in a sequence

Strictissimi juris - according to the strictest interpretation of the law

Wrongful death - a death caused by the negligent, willful, or wrongful act, neglect, omission, or default of another

Wrongful life - a malpractice claim brought by or on behalf of a child born with a birth defect alleging that he or she would never have been born if not for the negligent advice or treatment provided to the parents by a physician or health-care provider (Note: Wrongful life claims have usually been rejected by the courts. The injury is not the birth defect, but the life itself, and courts are reluctant to declare life an injury. A specific calculation of damages for wrongful life would entail affixing a monetary value to the difference between life in an impaired state and nonexistence. There is no legally established right not to be born.)

If any of these words make their way into your next poem/story, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read them!

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Mr. Vargas

𖤐Pairing: Professor! Alejandro x College girl! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, age gap (23-40 yr old), blowjob, fingering, P in V, Dom!Alejandro, innocent Y/n, groping, nipple play, eating out, hair pulling, ass slapping, praising and degrading,

𖤐Summary: Professor Alejandro gets his life distracted by one of his students

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3:00PM

Alejandro sat in his office flipping through papers of his students work, but he was looking at one of his students that he has been having a bit of problems with.

“Gah-“

“Hey now…did I say you could stop?” He looks down at this certain student.

“Sorry sir,” Y/n says as her face rested close to his hard dick.

“You scored a 40% on my quiz…have you even been paying attention in my class?”

“I…” she looks down knowing she hasn’t.

“Obviously you haven’t and it shows, you scored the lowest out of everyone,” Alejandro says. He grips her hair tightly behind her head, pulling her and making her make eye contact with him.

“Ah!”

“Hush. We’re going over the ones you miss,” he yanks her up off the floor and bends her over his lap. “If you get it wrong, well, you know what happens,” he says lifting her skirt exposing her ass to him and as a warning he smacks her ass earning a yelp from her.

"A crime with a punishment of 1 year or less in jail is the definition of what word? A. Miranda, B. Arrest, C. Misdemeanor, or D. Felony?" Alejandro asked, gently rubbing her butt getting ready.

"C. M-Misdemeanor."

"Good...but why did you get it wrong if you knew? Did you get it wrong on purpose knowing I might do this to you?" He teased her.

"Next one. When the police trick someone into committing a crime that they would not otherwise commit is the definition of what word? A. Entrapment, B. Curtilage, C. Misdemeanor, or D. Felony?"

"A!" She shouts.

"And yet you got it wrong...you know everything but yet, you purposely got most of them wrong..." He smacks her butt anyways. Earning a loud yelp. "You wanted this...you wanted my attention, you got it, but why lie when you know you could just ask, and I'll give you all the attention you need," his hand went under her chin making her look up at him.

"I want your attention, Mr. Vargas," she moans.

"I know you do," he smacks her ass over and over till seeing red on her ass and a handprint on her right cheek. "And now you get a punishment," he growled.

He pulls her off his lap and stood her up on his desk, he stood between her legs, his hands went to her thighs and he started to kiss her neck, earning a soft moan from her. His hands went under her shirt and pulled it over her head.

"I give you so many opportunities to be a good girl and yet you still disobey me," he smacks her thighs this time earning a whimper.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not, if you were you wouldn't have done what you did, you failed just for attention, that's fucking pathetic," he growls at her.

"S-Sir," he smacks her thighs again.

"You don't fucking get to speak," he says.

She bites her bottom lip holding back every word. He smirks and starts going down, he licks his lips and pull her panties down off her lower half and tossing them to the side. His head goes under her skirt licking up her wet slit.

The bottom of her skirt drapes over his head, she collapse on her elbows, her thighs wanted to close around his head but he was holding them open from closing.

She moans as his tongue was licking her up. Y/n then fell on her back, her finger joint her mouth but Alejandro's hand grabbed her wrist pulling her hand away.

"I want to hear your moans," he demands. As he goes back down on her. His hands gripping her thighs pinning them to her chest, he sits up and spits on her clit, he then starts slowly rubbing the spit on her before shoving three fingers inside of her.

Her head goes back hitting against the wood of the desk. She groans from the pain.

He looks at her face seeing her in pleasure, he smirks knowing he could make his girl feel good. Her hand goes to his wrist to keep up his pace as the other fondled with her left tit. She moans then looks at him, she knows he could treat her this good.

He then leans down and starts to lick her nipple, suck on her, and nip at her bud. She moans and holds his other wrist playing with her. She clenches around his three fingers and then he quickly pulls them out.

She whines at him.

"Oh shut up," he says, smacking her thighs. He starts unbuckling his pants and pulled out his hard cock, he rubs his tip against her wet folds teasing her.

He watches her moan and whine. Then he pushes himself inside of her, he thrusts inside of her, immediately rough and hard, she bounces up and down against him moaning and her hands trying to find a place to rest.

Alejandro smirks down at his little play thing, he holds her waist and starts pounding a bit faster and sloppier. Alejandro leans down kissing her neck and then kissing her lips.

His tongue forces its way into her mouth. Her eyes opened slightly, her gaze looked at his eyes that narrowed, they looked dead or bored.

"Flip over, on your stomach," he demands, flipping over and then grabbing her wrist holding her back. Her body off his desk and her feet felt like they were going to slip out from underneath of her.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Mr. Vargas, I'm hear to talk about my grade!" A voice was heard on the other side of his office door.

"Not now, Eliza, I'm still talking with my other student, come back in a few minutes!" Alejandro groans like he was annoyed that he was interrupted.

As he fucked Y/n his hand covered Y/n's mouth muffling her moans, but she couldn't help it. As he moves his hands drool drips from from her mouth and his palm.

"You nasty, slut," he smacks her ass earning a yelp from her.

"Ah! AH! AH!" She moans.

"Shut up," he groans.

"S-Sir, I'm-I'm going to cum," she says softly.

"Do it...but I'm not going to stop," he says, smacking her ass.

She grips the wood but of course no grip anywhere. She squeezes her eyes shut and she felt herself come on his dick, but like he said, he wasn't going to stop, he's not fucking done.

"God, you slut, you made a fucking mess," he smirks, gripping her hair and making her look at him form over her shoulder. His lips kissed hers.

"I-I'm sorry," she says.

His hand held her mouth making her quiet and then he starts picking up the pace a bit, skin slapping against each other in his office. He was rough and then he felt himself twitch inside of her and then cum leaks from his tip, he pulls out and watched cum leak from her.

He then sits in his chair, keeping Y/n against his desk, watching cum slowly leak from her. He smirks grabbing tissue and cleaning her up and then leaning forward to taste her cum.

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7:00PM

"Up...down...up...down, good girl...there you go...keep going," he was gentle, hands on her waist guiding her.

Y/n moans as she starts moving her hips so gently, grinding on him and smiling when Alejandro kisses between her breasts.

He then starts kissing and sucking on the side of her tit, she moans as her hands went to his hair.

"You're so gentle," she says.

"It's my way of apologizing for being so hard on you," and it's true. Alejandro will get all worked up and then take it all out on Y/n, then afterwards he starts being gentle and sweet with her, treating her and what she likes.

Alejandro and Y/n agreed to this type of thing when Y/n was a freshman in his class, and they made a deal that they both could help each other with their sexual needs and wants. Y/n is single and Alejandro was divorce from his ex-wife and no kids.

"Come on, amor...I want you to cum," he says with a smile.

"I'm trying," she says, moving a bit faster but his hands held her waist to keep her slow pace.

"No, no, slow, amor, slow," he says.

She just nods listening to him. She was slow, and gentle, she felt herself close again, she looks at Alejandro and then let's out a soft moan before coming, he smiles and comes as well.

"There we go," he placed his left hand on the back of her head and the other on her lower back. He gently rests her on his desk, he was above her. "We'll go one more time...I know you're tired, mi amor," he coos next to her ear as he moves slowly, her arms wrapped around his neck, her moans echoing in his ears.

[vahalia-cress]

@wandererxiv's March prompt: It was no proper delivery. No knock upon the door. There was no one to answer as to what the meaning of the 'tribute' left in the front walkway meant. A serpent, with black iridescent scales, lay speared with an arrow. Attached to it rested a letter, sealed with wax and stained with the snake's blood. Was it a threat? An theatrical message of love?

“Who would want to harm you?” Kaevia’s gentle voice cut through the silence at the other end of the table.

Plenty of people, none with the gumption.

“Well, I would like to know who was brave enough to put it at your door,” Annette replied.

– Or stupid enough.

“I’ll have those in the Quill & Coven questioned. Someone in Black Water had to see someone heading toward the Keep.”

Vahalia’s forefinger and thumb drew circles along one another in a slow motion. Like a metronome, it soothed her racing mind, which had already begun to plot and pivot through various assumptions.

The women behind her began to talk amongst themselves between Castien’s insistence to seek the person out, Marion’s fright, Annette scowling and the small jibs of ‘tch’s and ‘hmphs’ that came from her was enough to know that the woman had been off-put entirely by coming across the piece within the walkway.

Threats were easy to find as often they were deliberate, the intent to eventually be found else one wouldn’t go to such lengths. There was a saying that: You can mistake a snake for a rope or a rope for a snake. Upon the first blunder and grab a snake for a rope, you could die from a single bite. The other connotes the ignis fatuus in life.

A snake by someone’s doorstep was a sign of death or tragedy, though this one was deceased. Perhaps it was merely a sign of the Serpent of Time she had read in one of her books. That when the time comes of specific planetary alignment, it would signify debt to be paid. Challenged or karmic – whatever it might have been, it seemed entirely archaic.

Neither were a sound theory to go off of.

For a moment, Vahalia had considered it perhaps an omen or offering; however, what she believed in her practices rarely included such violent messages, and they were never accompanied by a missive. Often, the snake was represented as fertility and life forces; a symbol of rebirth, immortality everlasting, transformation and in some cultures, healing. There was evidence through what some travelers had come to know as ouroboros.

A strange concept for some, given that many men feared the venom of a snake though it was attributed to life and renewal – the complete opposite.

The arrow. Surely, the mastery of a skilled hunter though in her practice she knew the arrow to symbolize movement, power and at times, self-direction—precision from some of the most experienced warriors with slung bows.

She couldn't take chances, not with what had happened to Valeria. Not with Idalia and Evran.

The buzz of voices around her ceased when Vahalia reached for the arrow and plucked it from the body of the snake to inspect the tip, “Castien.” she spoke, golden eyes not leaving the make of the projectile in her hand.

Castien’s frame drew closer as her red eyes scanned the arrow within the Lady Cress’s elegant grasp. When Vahalia found the blonde woman within her peripheral Vahalia lowered the Arrow, “Take Kaevia with you to the Market, inquire and make sure to ask the bartender in The Smoking Crow, from there we will begin asking those who work the farmsteds. Your line of questioning should include anyone that has recently travelled here or through with a bow and quiver in hand or if there have been merchants selling ammunitions of this make in the past few days.” Carefully, Vahalia handed over the arrow, which Castien seemed to accept eagerly.

“Very well,” the tall half-elezen woman replied.

“Annette, you will inform Sir Taka and have he and Tjorbin search the curtilage for any signs of visitors. They might have left something else behind.”

The House Steward gave a swift curtsey and meandered off, but not without taking Marion by the wrist to have her follow along. Castien paused at the threshold as Kaevia seemed to tarry, “Lady Cress, will you be alright?” the Priestess asked softly.

Vahalia slipped the missive from the body of the serpent, inspecting the dried vital that littered the envelope, “I will be, yes. If you need to find me, I will be in the study looking into the habitat of our poor deceased friend here and consulting Belgrave on this.” her head did not turn but Vahalia’s eyes cut to Kaevia’s direction just beyond her vision's fringe.

Nothing else was said as the tasked women filed out and Vahalia looked to the serpent along the table before finally rising from her seat. 

She had a letter to read.

( thank you @wandererxiv! This was really fun to respond to. 💙 )

[foughtforthefuture]

The truck parked in the layby was odd, especially with a Leide licence plate. "Guess we have some visitors?" Smiling as Selena looked to the truck, he shrugged. Hell, that was the intention for Caem, wasn't it? Bring it back into function as an outpost. Only when they approached the house, did Kaleb recognise their visitor as Nyx. His boy. Sarah's boy. "Hey, nice to see ya, how've you been?" he left like a complete idiot as he fumbled his words and held his hand out to his own son to shake.

dragging a half-rotted barrel away from where it had rested against the side of caem's house, nyx wagered a bet that the barrel had rested against the wall for years, judging by the circle of dried earth beneath it, which stood out starkly against the dry and wispy strands of grass next to it.

well, he had told her to put him to work, hadn't he?

and there was an assortment of junk just littering the curtilage of the house; old barrels, broken crates, pots and pans that had long passed their use by date, old chair, broken lengths of wood waiting for the perfect opportunity to be put to use and random piles of junk metal.

he'd spent the morning sorting through most of the junk metal and making use of the empty crates that were still intact to separate out the metal - maybe his mother could use it for whenever she got the idea of a forge in the harbour up and running?

tossing the barrel to the side, nyx stopped when he heard voices drifting on the sea breeze, he wiped his hands on the back of his pants, getting rid of most of the grime. a smile on his face when he recognised selena's voice a beat before he saw her strolling up the worn stone steps - she looked happy. she sounded happy and she was laughing and joking with the person she had clearly travelled with; their father.

the man who had been a vacant father since he'd been a boy - since the king's wall had disappeared and slowly, but surely, his dad had spent longer and longer away from home. longer and longer on the mainland, and the excitement he'd once felt at seeing his dad's boots by the back door had been replaced with a silent dread and a hope that maybe his mom and dad wouldn't argue that night?

glancing to his left when a hand brushed his shoulder and stirred him from his impromptu reverie, nyx shared a quick look with his mother - the smile on her face belying the unspoken plead in her eyes; please ... he's trying. just meet him half way?

brows furrowing, nyx shook himself, the nerve in his jaw tightening, the uneasy weight of years of lost chances resting heavy between them. he didn't say anything at first, not out of stubbornness, but what was he meant to say? '

' hey, ' nyx managed at last, fingers flexing at his side before he finally stepped forward, taking the hand his father had offered, a quick grip and shake - no warmth per se , but no rejection either.

it hunt there, hollow in the salt-heavy air when he let go, eyes darting to the barrel of gas that his father had set down on the ground to his side to offer his hand, then his eyes wandered to the crate that held a mess of tubes, white bricks and other metal brackets and nuts. the parts were disassembled and jumbled, but he could still pick out a few parts that knew were belonged to a furnace.

' — don't tell me you guys went to uncle randolph's? '

[ambiguouspuzuma]

The Fisher King

From time to time a visitor would ask how he came to be known as the Fisher King, and he would tell them a story.

There were once three brothers. That was how such stories often start, and the Fisher King's was no exception. Three heirs, each covetous of the throne. They were triplets, and each felt their birthright was to rule, rather than be set aside as younger sons were sometimes wont to be.

Their ailing mother, the Patchwork Queen, was alive to their jostling, and agreed for her realm to be divided into thirds, in the hope that such a measure might sate each of their appetites. A map was made, and divided into quadrants. The brothers then drew lots, and were able to claim their preferred sectors in turn.

The first brother, the largest and most martial of the three, chose the castle which was the seat of his family's power. The second, the eldest by seconds, chose the woodland that surrounded it. The third, bookish and retiring, chose the river that gave access to their gate, controlling their passage out into the wider realm.

There was some overlap, when a particularly tempting choice was left unclaimed, but broadly that passage was repeated. The first brother to choose laid claim over most of the major fortresses. The second monopolised the fertile fields, the woodland held for hunting. They dovetailed at every third selection: the first brother taking a curtilage of suitable land around a palace, the second securing a tower of his own from which to oversee his forests.

The third brother let them squabble over the choicest cuts. As they tightened their grip over a prosperous region, a strategic township, he focused on the borders in-between. The creeks which delineated their villages. The brooks which fed their thirsting fields. He claimed the foothills from which springs arose, the empty valleys through which hostile rapids ran.

He did not advertise his intentions - commenting only on the beauty of a region, his professed love for wildlife, a rare species of kingfisher which he hoped to one day sight - but nor did he have to hide them well. His brothers were well occupied with their own struggle, ordering their selections to best pre-empt the other, ranking the more obvious targets in their minds. They dismissed him as a distracted academic - focused on irrelevant aesthetic virtues, unable to play the game strategically - and were only grateful when he stayed out of their way.

When the Patchwork Queen passed, there was an early period of peace. The brothers shared their possessions: allowing passage through a field in exchange for its protection, use of a fortress to store the harvest in exchange for a commensurate share. There was trading, to a degree, and harmony across the realm.

But tensions simmered over time. An unfair bargain, forced by one side's desperation. A deal not kept, with excuses which failed to convince. Each brother had something the other needed, but their distribution was far from equal. Their power waxed and waned with the seasons, and each imbalance led to perceived abuses: scores which were settled the next time that the tables turned. As ever with such things, they were always paid back with interest. The escalation only grew, and it was hard to see it ever coming down.

It was then that the third brother tightened his noose. Having monopolised the waters of the realm, he had existed thus far in peace: allowing the currents to flow as freely as they always had, and living off the little land he owned. But when his brothers were divided, their weaknesses exposed, he finally made his play: threatening to dam each watercourse at source, and leave their worlds to wither down the line.

"I can survive on the fish that I catch," he proclaimed. "But your men can't subsist on grain or stone alone. Your fields need water. Your people need water. Pay me a tithe, and I will make sure it comes. Swear me allegiance, and I will quench all of your deadly thirst."

"You did that?" the visitors would ask. "Such a way to consolidate your power. Ruthless, perhaps, but also wise. I see now why they call you the Fisher King. You showed great patience, as an angler watching over his pool; letting your brothers focus on the bait, as all the while you tightened your net."

"No," he would have to tell them. "What my brother did was wrong, as well as foolhardy. We had no choice but to kill him."

"Your brother? Then you-"

"I had the armies of the realm, loyal to me. When it came to war, as he insisted with the laying of this gauntlet, only one of us was going to emerge victorious. He might have had the rivers, and our brother might have had the fields, but I had the strength to take what wasn't mine. That's the lesson, here, if you insist in learning one. Wisdom and cunning are all very well, but they are nothing compared to power. You cannot play the game with nothing in your hand."

"But they call you the Fisher King?"

At this, their host would nod. "A fisherman is patient, yes, but there's no room for wisdom in his strike. He is far from a devious predator. He simply arms himself, with weaponry more lethal than his prey, and waits for them to swim into his grasp - or worse, to seek to attack him. He does nothing, except be stronger than they are - his hook far sharper than their teeth, his arms more muscular than fins. My brother was a trout, thinking that he could snatch my bait away from me - but didn't count upon my steel. So now I fish in his lakes, still searching for the peace that he once took from me. Now I rule - but only because the halfwit chose to bite me first."

[nanni-shall-be-restored-in-full]

I love this. It’s next level “kill the cop in your head”. It’s “stand in your doorway in front of the cop in your head and demand a warrant!”

Remind the cop in your head that the curtilage of your head is also part of your home and he is as unwelcome there as inside it!

Keep an ACLU card in the wallet in your head so you know your rights in case the cop in your head pulls you over.

It is always STFU Friday when the cop in your head shows up.

Why did you pull me over?

I'm not discussing my day.

Am I being detained or am I free to go?

I invoke the fifth.

I’m great at pushing back against authority unless the authority is in my head. This helps.

my new thing whenever an embarrassing memory jumps up out of some backwater neuron to t-bone my present-day thought process is to declare a statute of limitations. like i can burn down an entire building in the state where i live and the law deems it both unfair and illegal to prosecute me after six years have passed, i think that thing i said in high school can be expunged from my record.

[quhwah-music]

The Neo Peasantry

Behind the veil of the western charade Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com The carefully constructed narrative of postmodern western values emblazoned upon the red white and blue curtilage of political theatre, has all but slipped away to reveal the previously hidden hard ugly truth of modern neo liberal societies. As the footlights dim on the western world order and the old obsolete…

[westonmickey]

Extensive Report: Curtilage Protections in California By Weston Mickey Chico Ca

**Extensive Report: Curtilage Protections in California**

**I. Introduction**

- Curtilage, the immediate area surrounding a home, holds paramount significance in Fourth Amendment jurisprudence, ensuring that individuals are shielded from unreasonable searches and seizures. This extensive report offers an in-depth exploration of curtilage protections in California, tracing their historical evolution, analyzing notable case law, considering their contemporary implications, and drawing on insights from legal scholars.

**II. Historical Origins of Curtilage Protections**

- The concept of curtilage protections has deep historical roots, originating in English common law. Legal scholars such as William Blackstone underscored the sanctity of the home, influencing early American jurisprudence.

- Akhil Reed Amar's scholarship delves into the historical evolution of the Fourth Amendment, highlighting its critical role in safeguarding individual privacy and property rights.

**III. California's Legal Framework**

- California boasts a unique legal landscape that significantly influences curtilage protections. Legal scholar Erwin Chemerinsky's comprehensive analysis emphasizes the state's robust constitutional provisions and statutes, reinforcing the importance of curtilage protections in California.

- Chemerinsky's research underscores the distinctiveness of California's legal framework, particularly in the context of privacy rights. His analysis sheds light on how the state's legal heritage shapes the interpretation and application of curtilage protections.

- Furthermore, California's legal uniqueness stems from its historical role as a trendsetter in legal matters, serving as a source of precedent and influence for other states.

**IV. Evolution of Curtilage Interpretation**

- The evolution of curtilage protections has been shaped by key U.S. Supreme Court decisions. The writings of former Justice Antonin Scalia, particularly in cases like *Florida v. Jardines* (2013), emphasize the significance of property rights and the delineation of curtilage boundaries.

- Further insights from legal scholars like Tracey Maclin contribute to vigorous debates about curtilage, analyzing nuances such as exigent circumstances and the reasonable expectation of privacy.

- Scholarly works by David Sklansky explore the societal implications of curtilage protections, emphasizing their role in maintaining a balance between law enforcement's needs and individual privacy.

**V. Modern Technological Challenges**

- In the digital age, the challenges to curtilage protections have expanded. Orin Kerr's scholarship addresses the intricacies of emerging technologies and their impact on Fourth Amendment jurisprudence, providing valuable perspectives on the evolving concept of curtilage.

- Legal scholar Ryan Calo, affiliated with organizations like the Center for Internet and Society, explores the intersection of technology and curtilage, examining how digital advancements raise new questions about privacy rights.

- Paul Ohm's research delves into the concept of "digital curtilage" in the age of smart homes, discussing how the Internet of Things affects the boundaries of privacy within a residence.

**VI. Privacy Advocacy and Public Awareness**

- Privacy advocacy groups, including the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) and the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), collaborate with legal scholars to raise public awareness. Their research informs critical public discourse about technology's implications for curtilage and privacy rights.

**VII. Ongoing Legal Debates**

- Contemporary legal debates regarding curtilage protections are informed by scholarly research. Scholars like Laura Donohue, engaged in comparative law, examine how different jurisdictions approach curtilage protections, offering valuable insights into their application beyond California's borders.

- Legal scholar Tracey Meares contributes to discussions about community-based policing and the impact of curtilage protections on police-community relations, shedding light on the social dimensions of the law.

**VIII. Relevant California Case Law (Additional)**

- *People v. Kokes* (1998) 61 Cal. App. 4th 664:

- This case clarified the distinction between curtilage and open fields, offering guidance on the application of Fourth Amendment protections.

- *People v. Macabeo* (2017) 2 Cal. 5th 840:

- The California Supreme Court's decision reinforced the need for law enforcement to obtain warrants when entering curtilage, even under exigent circumstances.

- *People v. Blair* (2003) 31 Cal. 4th 125:

- This case examined curtilage boundaries, including areas like driveways, contributing nuance to the definition of curtilage.

- *People v. Bailey* (1985) 176 Cal. App. 3d 402:

- A landmark decision that affirmed the necessity of curtilage protection and the requirement of warrants for searches in California.

- *People v. Thompson* (2006) 38 Cal. 4th 811:

- Clarifying curtilage boundaries beyond immediate proximity to the home, this case emphasized the importance of a reasonable expectation of privacy.

- *People v. Rinehart* (2009) 176 Cal. App. 4th 508:

- Introducing factors to consider in determining curtilage extent, such as proximity, usage, and enclosure.

**IX. Technological Challenges in the Digital Age**

- The landmark case of *Carpenter v. United States* (2018)

585 U.S. ___ significantly extended curtilage concepts to the digital realm. This case addressed the privacy implications of cell phone location data, setting a precedent for digital curtilage.

**X. Ongoing Legal Implications**

- As technology and legal standards continue to evolve, the future of curtilage protections in California remains dynamic. Emerging technologies, ongoing cases, and legislative developments will significantly shape the trajectory of these protections.

**XI. Conclusion**

- This extensive report has provided an intricate historical backdrop, strong legal foundations, a comprehensive examination of the contemporary challenges surrounding curtilage protections in California, and additional analysis from legal scholars. Incorporating insights from legal scholars, additional case law, and an analysis of the law's evolution, it offers a holistic understanding of how curtilage safeguards individual privacy rights within the state. The multifaceted landscape of curtilage remains a critical component of Fourth Amendment protections in California, preserving the sanctity of the home and its surroundings.

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Collins v Virginia Supreme Court Case Important Protection for 4th Amendment

The word "curtilage" isn't a common one. It is defined as "an area of land attached to a house and forming one enclosure with it." which still doesn't really tell us much. The easiest way to think of it is the area around your house. Some cops went onto a property and searched a motorcycle under a tarp. The owner said they had no right to do that because it was on private property. The case ended up before the Supreme Court which handed down their ruling. Click through to the blog for details and a copy of the ruling itself.

I like to share the text of the 4th Amendment whenever I get the chance. It serves as a reminder of the limitations of government and the right of the people in relation to their property. It reads simply:

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but…

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Smriti Curtilage, Yanlord Land, Suzhou City, China,

T.K. Chu Design

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T.K. Chu projects a note of duality and his thinking of traditional Chinese philosophies into this modern oasis. Suzhou is the cradle of Coupling Garden, whom preserves the legacy of the dual qualities of Suzhou: modernity and tradition. Embedded on a secluded retreat, enclosed by tranquil nature, equipped with a verdant backyard, the residence is a classic microcosm of Suzhou Gardens. The residence is in the proximity of a courtyard named ‘Ŏu Yuán (耦园)’ (Couple’s Retreat Garden; Ŏu Yuán) which is recognised as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2000. Photography courtesy of Wang Ting.

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T. K. Chu nestled a serenely elegant home built around a courtyard. There is a weighty dose of contagious serenity spreading from the courtyard to the interior through the sliding glass doors, which open to a limpid pool and a Zen garden where bamboos and grasses send off refreshing aroma to the interior after a short spell of rain. Coming closer to the doors is like coming onto a threshold of a private Zen world.

Outwardly, it is the presence of naturalistic artistry; inwardly, simplistic modernity. The subtle duality is what T.K. Chu would love to explore and invest.

The propensity for duality in China may elude Westerners, simply to put, duality is the dual juxtaposition in a pair. Different from the notion of trinity, duality is starred in the design with a singular focus: spreading the gospel of harmonies in a very Chinese manner.

Granted that the notion is a little bit indecipherable, it comes more acceptable in a form of verticality and linearity, angularity and irregularity — The marbles being finely cut, the hallway being replete with geometric expressions, the rocks and trees boasting their untrimmed appearance — the duality is unified within the residence but divided by the windows.

The designer gives his explanation on the concept of his design, which is grounded on a strong form of externalisation of traditional Chinese philosophies: individuals being manifesting their humblest demeanor in an effort to show reverence to the Mother Nature and reach the oneness with the nature. That’s why the elements of nature is literally everywhere in the space.

Full-height windows connect with the outdoors scattering light in to illuminate the space.

The consistency of neutral tones flows throughout the main level. The kitchen focuses more on the elegance of the ambient conditions whereby there are fewer distractions from savouring every mouthful of cuisines with preoccupied relish.

The staircase is more like a vertical meandering sculpture leading upwards to the privacy of the dwellers.

The sculpture, Coupling, by PoLin Yang The sculpture receives the bulk of the effort that was put into the enhancement of ‘coupling’. Created by a figurative artist, PoLin Yang, the silhouette of it stays true to the intimacy and interdependence of dual elements. T.K. Chu wants to modernise the space through the agent of indescribable abstraction principally because its sophistication and complexity is a gateway to evoking the emotions.

A whiskey bar is a fixture in the boutique hotel thereby to showcase the dwellers’ high air.

The liveliness thrives in the space so that it allows dwellers to unwind.

The design team opted to infuse the cohesiveness with the spaces throughout all levels without eroding away the charm of the basement. T.K. Chu does not want to see the basement is slavish to the main level insomuch that he led the team to build up the equity for it. Dwellers could be the king in the basement level, they will be free to do anything as they are pleased to.

Project specs Name：Smriti Curtilage, Yanlord Land Location: Suzhou City Site Area: 1090㎡ Completed: December, 2019 Chief Designer: T.K. Chu Category: Residence Materials: Statuari, Travertine Silver, Oak dyed gray, Paint square tube, Acrylic Sheet, PVD Stainless Steel (Gun Metal – Hairline), Brass, Spray painting, Wallpaper, Braided leather

Image credits: Wang Ting

Smriti Curtilage by T.K. Chu T.K. Chu projects a note of duality and his thinking of traditional Chinese philosophies into this modern oasis.

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Prazeres 37: A Hidden Retreat in #Lisbon, Portugal by Fragmentos @fragmentos.pt. Read more: Link in bio! Photography: Ivo Tavares Studio @ivotavaresstudio. Fragmentos: An inner city hideaway. The complex was born from a project to recover and enhance the heritage of a vacant building with an extensive curtilage area. In this latter area, a single independent family housing unit was built, which we present here as Casa Prazeres 37. One of the main concerns of the design was to develop a volume as an anonymous element, blen- ding into its surroundings… #casa #portugal #архитектура www.amazingarchitecture.com ✔ A collection of the best contemporary architecture to inspire you. #design #architecture #amazingarchitecture #architect #arquitectura #luxury #realestate #life #cute #architettura #interiordesign #photooftheday #love #travel #construction #furniture #instagood #fashion #beautiful #archilovers #home #house ‎#amazing #picoftheday #architecturephotography ‎#معماری (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj8iB4kuttX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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MILESTONE CELEBRATION 🌟 NIMLOTH + CANCER requested by @arwenindomiel

[A]nd their son Dior Eluchíl had to wife Nimloth, kinswoman of Celeborn, prince of Doriath, who was wedded to the Lady Galadriel. The sons of Dior and Nimloth were Eluréd and Elurín; and a daughter also was born to them, and she was named Elwing[.]

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion, “Of the Ruin of Doriath”

[ID: An edit for Nimloth from the Tolkien Legendarium consisting of 12 pictures. The prevalent colour is white, with red elements added. The pictures are in turn framed by a red rectangle or a red-and-white line.

White Magnolia blossoms

A picture of the Indian model Nidhil Sunil, a brown woman, wearing a white dress and silver jewelry. She’s half-hidden behind a curtain

White tulle fabric

A set of antlers and white flowers

A curtilage from a palace/mansion surrounded by pillars of pale stone

A forest floor covered in red leaves

A white gemstone

Golden star motifs embroidered on white fabric

A weeping willow with white leaves

A person wearing a white sari spinning around so their skirt flies around them

Birds in flight

Nidhil Sunil facing front, wearing a white dress and jewelry

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au where channary’s still alive and raised cinder but don’t make it kaider

you better love this i kind of like it 

Selene looked in the mirror, the only mirror in the entire palace. The only mirror on the entire moon.

Her face, un-glamoured. Hardly a pinch of makeup either.

Some semblance of an tiredness resting below her eyes, her eyelashes a little bit short. Her body somewhat boy-ish looking.

All these things about herself, they were things that when she was younger she didn't care much about. But ever since she came into the public court, her mother pounded over and over into her head, that her natural body was unfixable and broken and she needed to make it into something more presentable. If Artemisia saw something less than perfect, it would cause a sense of doubt in the people. 

That’s why Selene’s aunt, Levana, had been eliminated only a few short hours ago. For causing doubt in the people.

This also related to Selene’s first addressing to the court. 

She closed her eyes and felt her glamour wash over her. She wasn’t too sure what it looked it, but she knew it more than ethereal. 

(Without it, she was too ugly for her mother, but with it on, it was too much apparently.)

She smoothed over the bodice of her dress, like if she ran her hands over it, the crystal beading would fall off and she would have an excuse not to go out there in front of everyone. 

But Aimery was already waiting at the door, arm outstretched and ready to escort her to the balcony like she didn’t know her way around her own palace. 

Their pace was sluggish and agonizing, Selene almost wanted to break free from his linked arm and just sprint the rest of the way there. The footsteps slowly clacking against the cold, hard floor, punctuating her thoughts.  

Finally, the white ornate doors to the balcony creaked open, assaulting Selene with artificial light. The hum of the court’s chatter were bouncing off the palace curtilage. 

Her mother gave a smile, a smile that did nothing to relieve her anxiety, and probably wasn’t intended to.

Aimery arms slithered out of hers, and Selene made her way to the ledge of the balcony, her satin skirt brushing the banister. A round of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ were made at her present.

When the noise had settled down, Selene placed her white-gloved hands on the stone railing. She took a deep breath and mustered the strongest voice that she could. 

“You all are aware of the fire this morning in the right wing of the palace.” 

A round of agreement from below.

“We are deeply heartbroken to share this news-” She fought the urge to break down and sob. “My mother’s sister, Levana passed away in the fire. As did her husband Evret, and Princess Winter.”

Gasps from the beneath court drowned out any coherent thought Selene had left.

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Smriti Curtilage Villa https://www.arscasa.com/2021/04/smriti-curtilage.html