Tumgik
#drunk driving accident
nksinjurylegal · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
If you or a loved one has been affected by a drunk driving accident in Calgary, trust NKS Injury Legal to fight for your rights. Our experienced team is dedicated to securing the compensation you deserve. Contact us today for a free consultation.
0 notes
reinkenlawfirm · 1 year
Text
Drunk Driving Accident Lawyer Stamford | Fairfield County Drunk Driving Lawyer
Our drunk driving accident attorneys in Connecticut are dedicated themselves to representing victims of drunk driving accidents in Stamford CT for decades.
Read more....https://connecticutaccident.net/drunk-driving-accidents/
0 notes
darthagustd · 2 months
Text
So unsurprising that cops can get away with their involvement in sex crimes, but someone falling over drunk on a parked electric kick scooter is a big deal
let's not forget a certain someone is talking about opening another club after being in prison for sex crimes and no one gives a fuck
sorry to compare apples to oranges but be so for real
219 notes · View notes
doveywovy · 2 months
Text
au concept of big brother Sukuna & little brother Itadori in a no-curses au because of how thoroughly it could transform their dynamic.
Itadori asking his big bro for help & getting brutally teased but receiving it. Sukunas nefarious scheme is actually just that if Itadori needs him too often he’s gonna try for custody over their grandpa. Itadori desperately wants to stay with his grandpa to care for him, so he only calls when he REALLY needs help.
Sukuna driving Itadori home from a party bc it was like 2 am & Itadori got way drunker than he intended. he asks if sukuna will give his friend junpei a ride home too (also blasted) and sukuna is like. absolutely not. slams the car door in the guys face and everything
45 notes · View notes
bittenmoths · 1 day
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
CLOYNE FILES — RAFAEL VELAZQUEZ.
˗ˏˋ 𓂃 ( danny ramirez. cis man. he/him ). meet rafael velazquez, a 30 year old, who has been in cloyne for his whole life. they are a tattooist / owner at blackest ink, known for being equanimous and woolgathering. they are often heard humming along to everything in its right place by radiohead. residents would describe them as the quixotic. ( james, 25, they/them, est )
content warnings for... drunk driving, car accident, familial death, grief, traumatic brain injury, anxiety, dissociation.
profile.
full name — rafael amaya velaquez.
nickname(s) — raf, rafa, velaquez.
place of birth — cloyne, ontario, canada.
date of birth & age — july 15th, 1994. thirty.
gender / pronouns — cis man, he/him.
sexuality — bisexual.
occupation — owner and tattoo artist at blackest ink.
astrology — cancer sun, libra moon, scorpio rising.
residence — a small apartment on the west - end of town; all brick walls and busted heaters; dozen of knitted blankets and coffee wafting through the air, clinging to the fabric. comfortably cluttered and warm - toned, it feels like a proper home.
interests — ink drawings and paint markers; poorly made ceramics. the smell of a sterile work station; mindless sketches. stretching, sometimes just to show off faded but well - loved ink. dungeons and dragons; mysticism as a concept. high fantasy, comfort in a well - crafted world. reading, though he wishes he did it more often. huddling beneath a pile of blankets in the middle of winter; star - gazing. herbal teas with just a touch of honey. the scent of fresh laundry, cloves, roses. helping others where he can. cooking, but especially for others; and especially old family recipes. journaling, keeping notes; trying to regain a sense of purpose - feeling normal. ice cold beer and a pack of cigarettes, the occasional joint. loud music; the riff of a guitar. the feeling of one in his hands. love, found in the faces of everyone he's ever known. love, as a concept. love, as something unreachable.
aversions — mentions of his brother; a wound still so fresh, so red, a mark upon his entire being. acknowledging the lingering stares of his parents, and wondering if they wish he were someone else. excessive selfishness, when survival means only sacrifice. empty gestures and meaningless words; promises he can't keep. lying, though he can't help it. grinding his teeth together ( wears a night guard to bed ). laying awake for hours at a time, just staring at the ceiling; no thoughts, but sleep too far in the distance. thinking about only himself. being a burden. geese, god help him. replacing old clothes that reek of nostalgia; forever condemned to a lifetime of sewing buttons back onto sleeves, patchwork over holes. .
quirks — rolls his knuckles over a flat surface in order to crack them. nails bitten raw and short. frequently caught staring at the sky, entranced by the clouds - wishing he could touch them. notes app full of the things the people he cares about enjoy, or dislike; so he never gets it wrong. gives too much of himself, even when it hurts. never knows when to say no.
most played — everything in its right place by radiohead.
notable features — an old, cracking leather jacket he refuses to part ways with and a mess of curls well - cared for. an expanse of tan, tattooed flesh that stretches over bone and muscle; always peaking beneath hemlines.
general disposition — a bright, well - lit smile and shoulders that seem only sometimes heavy. dim - lit eyes, and a small sigh of relief whenever eyes turn away from him.
character study — ponyboy curtis ( the outsiders ) & james wilson ( house m.d. ).
public records.
the velazquez' have lived in cloyne for generations, rafael and his family no exception to that. his parents are both teachers, high school and elementary, and their family was as nuclear as it came. two parents, two kids, a dog; a white picket fence ( or damn well near enough ).
they're good people, well - respected in town. rafael and his twin brother, joaquin get into trouble from time to time; but only minor things, nonconsequential. kids being kids. they're close, growing up, as close as they can be. it's an ordinary childhood; but one filled with warmth and light, and life.
the only notable dispute that rafael and joaquin ever had were their positions in life; rafael's smart, but he's always been more practical, more artistically inclined. joaquin was valedictorian - there's a craving deep inside him for a life outside the one they know in cloyne. he wants to leave, rafael wants to stay; he can't imagine a life without his brother, but he can't imagine a life where he leaves cloyne either.
joaquin moves soon after; away from cloyne, and away from rafael. it's a loneliness that he's never felt before; one that eats at him. it's not long before he's visiting joaquin at college every other month. it's a long drive - but it's worth it. he's his twin; it would always be worth it.
drunk driving / car accident / familial death; one weekend away, one visit to joaquin's college nearing his graduation, and they're driving home too late, too drunk from the party they've just left. rafael knows they should call an uber, a taxi, a friend, anybody, but joaquin insists - it's fine; they've driven the same length of road so many times before. it's fine. it's fine, he says. rafael sees the other car before he does - joaquin doesn't see anything at all. he dies on impact.
grief; it's weird, mourning someone you've known all your life. grown up next to. their parents are beside themselves - blame themselves for joaquin's death more than they blame rafael. their relationship's never the same - but cloyne is home, where else would he go? the grief is heavy, all - consuming; rafael breaks up with his long - term partner at the time, and for a while there - it's like he's nothing more but a ghost.
he doesn't think time can ever heal the wound he feels, so viscerally - but little by little, time does pass. it does move - his parents warm up to him again, and he can breathe a little easier. he rebuilds his life - comes into ownership of the local tattoo shop; and it's been peace since - until lorelai walsh.
disposition & details.
a lover by all means; loves his friends and his family deeply, and when he does fall, he falls hard. quiet, but charming; kind. the boy next door, all grown up. he would do anything to protect the people he loves.
will always go out of his way to help someone in need; whether it's a ride home after they've drank too much, or they need somewhere to stay - or they just want someone to accompany them on errands - rafael's the first one to the door, the first one to call. never asks anything in return - never asks much for himself. a lifetime of brotherhood's left him more than willing to share what he has of his own.
grief; he knows he's not at fault for the accident that claimed his brother's life; but there's guilt in the survival of it all. he would turn back time just to switch their roles, just so joaquin could have the life he wanted. it's made him quieter, less enthused than he used to be - and it's not for lack of trying. years ago, he was angry; now he's defeated - stuck knowing that nothing could bring his twin back.
traumatic brain injury; the accident left rafael with a significant brain injury that effects his ability to hold and process memories; over the course of the years, his ability to retain past information has improved - but there's a constant struggle to remember the new. it's overwhelming, overpowering; it's terrifying.
anxiety / dissociation; appears naturally laidback - a quiet confidence; but anxiety lingers beneath his skin. he doesn't talk about his mental health often, or the things that consume him, the dissociative state he finds himself in more often than not. it's better this way, he thinks. ultimately self - sacrificing; by putting others at a constant first, he's only hurting himself.
not someone who beats around the bush; but he's gentle all the same. it's not tough love, just - love. despite any worries - he's never afraid to speak up, speak out; voice his concerns for others. stubborn, sometimes; he doesn't drop topics, even when they make him sick with worry, with fear, with anxiety. is someone who has to talk it through to the end, or else he can't sleep, can't function. can't live.
a better person to sit in silence with in quiet comfort than be offered advice; he falters, sometimes, because how can he give advice that he himself doesn't follow? tries nonetheless, but he's never been much of a motivational speaker.
cares deeply about his profession, his craft - the work he does. doesn't tattoo as often as he used to, before becoming the owner of blackest ink; but he'll make time for others, when they ask. his work is still precise, near methodical; laced with years - long practice and love. it's just that he's also handling the business side of things, the finances. he's constantly sinking under, but trying to remain afloat.
wanted.
the long term ex — it's been maybe six years now since they've broken up, with little to no warning or explanation on rafael's side. loose ends, and unanswered questions - things he still avoids to this day. why?
childhood friends — without them, he'd be lost; he needs people to anchor onto, to keep him from floating away. they've known him, his family, all their lives.
something more — he's always so hesitant, so afraid of messing something up; they're not sure where they stand, or what exactly they mean to each other. but it's - something, right?
clients, neighbors - people he's grown up around, but aren't necessarily his closest friends. family friends. enemies from youth; unresolved conflicts. exes, friends of joaquin's.
9 notes · View notes
crazysodomite · 1 month
Text
One of my co-workers died from alcoholism recently
At least 2 other ones had to be fired because they got drunk on the job/missed work because of being drunk
Some routinely come in drunk or hungover
In this past year or two at least 3 people in my life have died from alcoholism related causes. Dying from alcoholism usually is not quick
11 notes · View notes
sweetfreedom2107 · 4 months
Text
She's drunk driving on a slippery road
With no intentions of going back home.
7 notes · View notes
khaopybara · 1 year
Text
I was curious to know how Ray would get his arm broken but seeing as he gets punched two episodes in a row, maybe he's seen that coming
15 notes · View notes
ethereal-bumble-bee · 1 month
Text
To the Nameless Man from the Drunk Driving Prevention Example Video (A Poem)
I didn’t expect to watch a man die today,
but here we are.
They told us that some of the content would be disturbing, and I didn’t doubt them for a moment,
but
I’ve truly never seen a man get launched that high.
Do you think, if you tried,
you could’ve touched Heaven
with your outstretched fingers?
I wonder what the birds thought,
hearing that great collision and looking down to see you
flying through the air.
Does it hurt,
knowing that you’re dead because of a decision you never had to make
in the first place?
I think you were dead before you even hit the ground, which is some comfort,
though watching you get run over was a special kind of horror.
Oh my god, I exclaim as I see the wheels crush you.
I wonder if the driver said the same thing.
I saw your head catch on the window as you flew out,
your tiny, nameless face a blur in the traffic camera that they zoomed in, in, in.
They say you were drunk—
or, at least someone in the car was—
and the alcohol would likely have numbed your senses
so you never felt the impact.
You were dead long before anyone could try to save you,
long before anyone even could think to.
Perhaps that’s why,
as your arms splay out and your head lolls to the side,
and I can almost hear the bones crunching as you hit the ground,
it’s not as disturbing as it should be
to watch your death
immortalized in an educational film,
meant to scare teenagers like myself into making good choices.
Whatever came after that impact,
the screech of those tires and the blare of the sirens, 
the funeral and the legal fees and the collection of your final moments for this conference.
I hope you found some peace.
2 notes · View notes
mimikoolover · 10 months
Text
so not only jk's supposed girlfriend (even tho he has several girls on the go at any one time) was pregnant in the video, the reason why there is no kid is because hybe forced her to have an abortion? jungkook gave bam up for adoption too? and he had (another) car accident with a taxi driver and the taxi driver was in intensive care? and this is what one 'insider' knows, no one else would ever spill the beans on all this? what next, jungkook starts world war 3 in the korean army?
man I am deleting twitter on the 13th for 18 months. y'all have fun being unhinged.
7 notes · View notes
halfwcytohell · 4 months
Text
if you’re hearing WELCOME TO MY LIFE by SIMPLE PLAN playing, you have to know ANGELO CORTES ESTRADA (HE/HIM, CIS MAN) is near by! the THIRTY EIGHT year old BUSBOY AT THE 365 DINER has been in town for, like, SIX MONTHS. they’re known to be quite DISTANT, but being HEDONISTIC seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble MIGUEL GOMEZ. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those BRUISED KNUCKLES, STRONG DRINKS, FLANNELS WORN WITH BLUE JEANS, MUSCLES STRAINING AGAINST T-SHIRTS, DRIVING FAST ON AN EMPTY ROAD vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around RIVERSIDE long enough!
Tumblr media
born and raised in los angeles, california, angelo’s life was far from easy. though he was raised to be the perfect gentleman, angelo was far from it. he was more of a handful, often causing trouble for himself and his family.
by the time he as a teenager, angelo had gained a bit of a reputation, his stubbornness and tendency to act before he thought things through getting the best of him. after high school, his parents kicked him out and refused to support their “delinquent son” who had shamed them.
at eighteen, angelo moved to seattle. it wasn’t long before he got into the wrong crowd there, drinking and partying like there was no tomorrow. because to hm, there wasn’t. his life didn’t matter, not really.
a few months after he moved to seattle, angelo and a few friends were leaving a club. they had all been drinking, but angelo thought he was okay enough to drive. they were almost home when he lost control of the car, crashing into a nearby tree.
one of the passengers died, and the others were injured. angelo walked away without a scratch, but that was his only bit of good luck.
he was quickly arrested for drunk driving and later charged with first degree homicide by vehicle. despite it being his first offense, he was given a twenty year sentence, which he served in full.
angelo moved to hemlock springs after being released from prison and has been in town for a few months now.
he’s still drinking, though he mostly stays out of trouble, or at least tries to, working and going to aa meetings. 
2 notes · View notes
Text
every day i think about howard and maria’s deaths in the 2004 draft script
14 notes · View notes
in-death-we-fall · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Wednesday's arm in a sling after he broke his collarbone
6 notes · View notes
garglyswoof · 1 year
Text
Woke up.around 2:30 to a crash but fell back asleep. Doorbell rang this morning then a terrifying knock at my back door.
Thanks drunk person!
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
monstraduplicia · 1 year
Text
so turns out i was in not just one car accident with my dad but TWO
7 notes · View notes
sloppypears-ash-sg · 9 months
Text
Mommies Know Best (OCs)
Tumblr media
Assets!
Tumblr media
(CW: car accident [dr*nk driving and speeding mention]/mentions of d3@/th under the cut)
Finally, Pan and Coney's moms!
Pan and Coney ARE half-siblings, but they refer to each other as full siblings.
Sundae was Coney's mom. She was loving, caring, and enjoyed hanging out with Coney and Pan. She was also pretty shy, mainly in her childhood and a bit in her adulthood, and connected with Coney because of that. She was autistic, too. Coney and Pan loved her.
Waffle Maker was Pan's mom. She worked more than Crock-Pot or Sundae, and she loved working with Pan and Coney. She helped out with schoolwork unless it was a more creative project, to which she left it to Sundae. She was dyslexic and had ADHD. Coney loved her, and so did Pan until after she died. Pan hates her.
When Coney was 11 and Pan was 7 (no pun intended), they asked Waffle Maker and Sundae to go to one of their favorite restaurants. Sundae accepted, though it took some time to convince Waffle Maker.
Waffle Maker drove the siblings and Sundae, and things were going smoothly until she had to take a detour. She got a little lost, and while turning around, a drunk driver (going over the speed limit) crashed into the car.
The result of the impact was horrible.
Pan and Coney weren't hurt too badly, just some minor injuries...
but their moms weren't so lucky.
Both of them died in the crash, unable to be recovered.
It was the first end of Pan's life as they knew it.
Keep that in mind.
Tumblr media
3 notes · View notes