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[attorneykimga]

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Address: 1143 Prince Ave, Athens, GA 30606

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[generic-whumperz]

Wyatt (Character Sheet)

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⚠️Proceed with caution, Wyatt is a Grade-A asshole⚠️

Here's a lengthy list of his TWs in lieu of a character overview. This is everything you need to know; when I use #cw Wyatt, it encases the following:

Murderer and mock executioner

Slaver (although, in his defense, he did not buy one, his mom willed him one)

Torturer

Rapist and sexual sadist with a blood kink (hematolagnia)

Gaslighter™️

Misogynist and egotistical predator who objectifies, demonizes, and degrades those he views as lesser (which is damn-near everyone)

Has anger issues and can’t chooses not to control his temper. Exploiter and raging narcissist (has anti-social personality tendencies + probably some other shit but I’m not a psychologist) who victimizes himself in every scenario despite him being the canonical villain in every sense of the word—he would win a gold medal in mental gymnastics.

Mentally, physically, verbally, and emotionally abusive. Bully and mean-spirited, humiliates people for fun (especially The Aid).

Drug addict and alcoholic, smokes weed (the only chill thing he does) and cigarettes, chews tobacco, consumes copious amounts of cocaine cut with meth and/or who knows what, and has picked up the habit of consuming Mystic blood (no, he's not a vampire, just a hematolagniac) to get out-of-this-world high he now can’t function without. Uppers > Downers.

Dabbles in cannibalism (a few times, but it does happen, so on the TWs it goes because wtf)

Porn addict

Gambling addict

Absent father

Mommy issues, Daddy issues, was abused and neglected as a child but never processed it healthily and sought help, so now he's just a menace to society and repeating fucked up trauma/abuse cycles (hello generational trauma). Has major beef with his older brother, Waylon, and was horrible to his younger sister, Winny, when they were kids.

Drunk driver (shouldn’t be driving because DUIs)

Owns firearms and weapons but definitely shouldn’t (although everyone does in Apocamerica)

Spoiled rich guy with a complex, doesn't accept "no" as an answer

Pretty much the worst person you'd ever have the misfortune of meeting

All-in-all: bastard-ass, creepy, intimate, sadistic Whumper

Full name: Wyatt Wilder Sullivan (Wy)

Role: main antagonist, Whumper

Date of Birth & sign: April 16, 1975 (56-57), Aries (story takes place in the year 2032)

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: thinks of himself as just hetero, but falls under general sadism and dominance.

Height: 6'10"

Weight/body type/build: approx. 350lbs (I'm bad at guessing weight, take this with a grain of salt). Giant, solid build. Broad-shouldered, burly, and more heavy-set with a semi-prominent beer gut. In his youth was more brawny and muscular, now is a bit more flabby cause the only work out he’s doing is running to the liquor store, but still maintains a bulky physique.

Hometown: San Diego, CA

Family Members: Sullivan family tree. Has a daughter, Haylee, with ex-wife (how the fuck was this man even ever married is beyond me). Lost visitation rights to see his daughter and blames the Aid for it, but has made no effort to be a better person and reach out. Lives with The Aid in Eleanor's old house.

Left/right handed: right

Fav genre of music & anthem: classic rock, Ramblin' Gamblin' Man by Bob Seger

Occupation: trust-fund nepo baby. Used to be head of logistics security for family business. Now claims to be in finance and an investor (really sir, during the apocalypse?), and self-proclaims himself as a professional gambler and "independent media producer" (makes torture porn for fellow pervs on the internet—again, during the apocalypse no less). Barely graduated high school.

Ethnicity (+ American): Italian, French, Greek, North and West European, English

Hair color & length: ashy brown, silver-striped, cut short, combed to the right to hide his cow lick. Uses pomade. Facial hair: grown-out chevron mustache; rest of face clean shaven but gets 4 o'clock shadow soon after. Usually has stubble since he shaves about once a week. Body hair: moderately hairy with chest hair.

Hygiene: leaves much to be desired. Showers when sober enough to do so—or more so is sober enough to care that he reeks of BO, cigs, and beer, or after he's woken up in a pile of his vomit. Poor oral hygiene from chewing tobacco, drug use, smoking, and alcohol; thinks whiskey counts as mouthwash. Teeth yellowed and crooked with irritated, swollen-looking gums (from drugs and lack of daily care). He’s just a hot mess. The Aid has tried to clean this man up, but Wyatt ain’t having it.

Eye color: wide-set icy blue, downturned, deep sunken eyes under protruding brow.

Skin tone: light, apricot-colored skin with warm, reddish undertones. Face usually red and puffy (substance abuse)

Facial features: wide, triangle-shaped head. Thin-lipped downturned mouth. Prominent, hawkish, and rubescent nose. Arched, bushy eyebrows. Bigger ears with droopy lobes. Broad and heavy chin, slight underbite. From age, substance abuse, and lack of skin care (+ living in a dry climate): frown lines, forehead lines, crow's feet, blush-burned and puffy cheeks from constant flushing

Mannerisms: always scowling and glaring. Sniffling and wiping nose. Clearing throat. Hocking loogies and spitting chew in an old beer can. Scrunches nose with curling upper lip. Pinches bridge of nose. Loud, overly dramatic sighing. Tsks a lot. Grinds teeth. Rubs chin with index finger, rubs forehead with back of hand. Loud, heavy steps when walking. Crosses arms. Sucks teeth. Uses height to initiate others and takes up a lot of space. Constantly smokes cigs and probably has a beer in hand. When loaded and buzzing: jittery manic energy, crazy eyes, random face twitches. Bursts of movement in sporadic jolts, such as slapping or pounding fists on a table/nearest object.

Nervous ticks: nervousness presents more as nervous anger or agitation. Throws things. Grunts. Yells. Curses. Kicks, hits, punches whatever is closest to him (or uses his human punching bag, The Aid). Long car rides with blaring music, reckless driving. Tries to self-soothe by doing lines or watching porn.

Posture: carefree but domineering. He acts like he owns the place wherever he's at.

Style: basic T-shirt, collared cotton shirt with jeans and boots, casual leather oxford shoes (Dr. Martens), plain jackets. Very basic, solid-colored clothing, no fancy patterns or fun colors. Will wear a suit on occasion, but isn’t happy about it.

Health: amazingly, he hasn't had a heart attack (yet). Has had a fair share of overdoses. How is his liver still working? He doesn't take care of himself physically or mentally and should be dead, but he has the durability of a cockroach. Please drop dead

Piercings/tattoos: none

Birthmarks/scars: refer to the scar chart below that totally isn't an autopsy template (shout out to my boy for fucking Wyatt up as much as he has, I'm proud of you bby!)

Language(s): English

Personality: domineering, addictive, disagreeable, aggressive & argumentative, selfish, short-tempered, reckless, greedy, narcissistic, possessive, cruel, dishonest, grouchy, moody, violent, vulgar, prideful, dismissive, unpredictable, cold, impulsive, over-indulgent, jealous

Vices: addicted to everything he can get his hands on. Hardcore addict, and latest fixation is Mystic Blood cut with coke. Drinks more alcohol than water. Will fight and fuck his way to get what he wants. Will thrash and destroy everything when pissed off, then makes The Aid clean it up and beat him up if he doesn't do it fast enough; likes to wind down with a foot rub and/or full body massage from The Aid (*gag*).

Voice: gravelly with a tinge of teasing sarcasm, it ranges from monotone to raucous and taut. After a night of bruising and boozing, it can sound more strained and raspy/horse. (In my head he sounds something like Thomas Church?)

Smells like: as described from this scrapped excerpt left on the cutting room floor: "On a good day, Wyatt smelt of generically fragranced clean linen laundry detergent, slightly masked by an ever-present light odor of dewy sweat, salted sunflower seeds, and worn-off Old Spice. On a bad day, he reeked of one part odious stress sweat, three parts foul breath—a coalesced stench of alcohol, cigarettes, and beef jerky."

Face claim(s): John Goodman (I'M SORRY JOHN), but specifically these pictures below. Honorary mention, Douglas M. Griffin.

Character inspiration: Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall (Outlander), Ramsey Bolton (GOT), diabolical combination of Homelander and Billy Butcher (The Boys). Biggest YIKES.

Other: irredeemable POS; please openly hate this man; he's made to be shit on. That being said, as I mentioned many times above, Wyatt struggles with substance abuse, and there are references to drug use in text. But just to be crystal clear, he is not a bad person because he uses substances, and I do not intend to vilify individuals dealing with substance abuse. His purpose aims to illustrate the destructive nature of addiction—the monster it can create—the compounding impact of unaddressed trauma, and the correlation between the two. (I come from a long line of addicts and have lost family members due to overdoses; this is how I’m dealing with it; you don’t need to like how I’m going about it, but I don’t need anyone getting on my ass about it either. I’m working through some shit. To me, Wyatt is the personification of the disease of addiction and how it will drown anyone it comes in contact with.)

While the drugs exacerbate his behavior, it's important to note that he was already struggling with personal issues and has fully embraced his negative traits, and is incredibly self-destructive. Wyatt is a complex character, albeit a deeply flawed one who consistently makes poor choices and is a massive piece of shit. But deep down, he’s a sad, unfulfilled man who got the shit end of the stick and is the byproduct of bad parenting and abuse himself. He is not for the faint of heart; I think his character inspos say all you need to know about the kind of person he is. But still, fuck him.

Cursed mood board

Honorary tag request: @whumped-by-glitter

[the-bjd-community-confess]

TW: Abusive friendships, mental health, emergency services, divorce, crime, substances

Toxic bjd friend anon update.

About 24 hours after my confession, I got fed up and picked a fight. She took the carefully crafted bait and ended up disowning me. Which was great, because idk what I would have done if she hadn't. I'm free! She still thinks it's her idea that she's out of my life, so she's left me alone. Turns out I have screenshots of her admitting to a felony. And a misdemeanor. Sadly the really good felony confession was an in person only event and the government already decided not to deal with that circus. (Felony under civilian law where we live, but military caught her. Victim didn't press charges and she claimed someone else did it.) If she tries to blackmail me, I can complicate things for her both crimally and civily. A few screenshots to the exhusband in progress (who's a disgrace of a human being, but legally the victim this time and trying to divorce her) and a report to a certain state agency, and her career is over. I didn't believe it then due to circumstances, but it lines up too well now. IDK if it's totally true, but the idiot did put in writing herself. If needed, I get along great with my local PD, in particular an officer who's dealt with similar idiocy before. My only regret is not lobbing a few insults back before we blocked each other. Sadly all the good responses occured to me the next morning and it helped the illusion. I did leave her a note thanking her for the trauma when I dropped off some stuff she'd left with me and kept a photo of it in case she tried anything. She's out of town so there's an enforced chill out period before we have to be near each other again. She's blocked so no more suicide attempts for dramatics. We called 911 on her the last time and even the cops didn't believe her- cancelled the ambulance and no involuntary holds, or even a warning for the self confessed drug DUI. Points for not traumating her farther, I guess? As long as I stay unreachable, it's not going to happen due to me or not my problem anymore. She has other friends now to traumatize. Notably, the only ones left are enablers/in love with her and us disowned folks stood up to her. 

I've got the energy to play with my dolls again and I'm making up for lost time. A doll clothing preorder happened to arrive a few days after this all went down, so there's been a lot of dressup. I'm customizing a playline doll into a character I've dreamed of for ages. Another bjd is finally getting some photography practice and I'm figuring out what I'm planning for the design of another. I'm starting to be able to focus long enough to do longer projects again, so hopefully I can get some clothes done. There's a backlog of things I really want to do but just couldn't. Not laziness- I would forget mid-stitch what I was doing or lose track of goals the second I tried to cut my fabric, even with a reference. Literally couldn't picture the next step or remember how to get there. I finally got my disaster of a bedroom cleaned for the first time in months, so the dolls have a nice place to be displayed. Physical health issues that defied blood test results resolved literally overnight after this, so I'm finally capable of doing more than survival/school/work now. Mental issues are uphill slowly, but in progress. I'm easing back into things with smaller projects, but hopefully I'll be able to do some bigger stuff soon too! Taking it slow though. I don't need burnout. I just need to get my life together and heal. 

I thought doing the hobby on my own would be lonely, but turns out it's just peaceful. I'm still trying to process the last three years, but I think things are going to be okay. The last week and few days has been the happiest, most peaceful week of my life since I was a child.  Ironically, due to the bait argument and what it would reveal, she can't even trash talk me too specifically without looking terrible.  I'm still being careful, but I think we're a lot more evenly matched than she had me believing. I'd love to make some less insane friends but I think I need some time to learn to be a healthy person. I don't want to accidentally continue this cycle. For now, I'm looking forward to a LOT of doll play time, catching up on sleep next to my kitty, and trying to build a future.

~Anonymous

Mod: Glad to hear such a happy update Anon! 💜

[kissorkill16]

It All Goes To Hell: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Another scene from my Golden Stones AU from Trinity's POV.

The next day after school, we sat in the science room with a bunch of sodas and cookies, and I was talking to all of my friends about the night before. Ivan tapped his chin as he was thinking.

"That does not sound like typical raven behavior.", he said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Just...poof?"

Delroy stood next to him and rolled his eyes, "Dude, he vanished.", he said, taking a sip of his soda.

Maritza looked at him in confusion. "Uh, are we just gonna pretend you've been here the whole time?", she asked, pointing to him. Delroy looked at her.

Nicky stood near the open window, a cigarette in between his fingers. "Yeah, he's not part of the club.", he said, voice filled with hate. Maritza rolled her eyes, "Uh, the only reason you're here ever is for therapy and to smoke."

"Boom! Roasted! Extra crispy!", said Delroy.

"No one asked you, Maritza.", said Nicky.

Mari rolled her eyes again, "What? I'm just telling the truth -"

"No one. Asked you. Maritza.", Nicky said, more firmly this time.

Maritza looked at him for a moment, her eyes filled with a little fear, and worry. But she shook her head and crossed her arms. "Whatever.", she said.

Me and Enzo reached behind us into the boxes of cookies and ate one each. Then Ivan spoke up.

"I think I know what you're talking about!", he said. "You said he was tall, and he looked like a raven, but a human at the same time?", he asked.

I nod, finishing my cookie. "Why?", I asked. He walked over to me, almost putting his face in mine.

"Because there's another creepy urban legend besides Mr. Peterson that says there is a tall, cloaked, beaked figure that lurks in the woods and curses the town with very rotten luck.", he said. "He controls the ravens with his mind, and runs a cult of other raven people who feed off of the miserable lives of the townsfolk."

He paused for a moment, then leaned in closer to me.

"And he goes by the name...of Crowface."

A moment of silence passed by the room, and after a while, Enzo gently pushed Ivan away from me.

"So you're insinuating that a raven man broke into Trinity's room and gave her that stone?", he asked. "Seems kind of unbelievable to me."

"Bro, we literally broke into a man's house to save our friend. I don't think we should question what's real or not anymore.", said Maritza. Then she looked at me, "So, what're you saying? Are you suggesting that we go after him or something?"

I reached behind me and got another cookie, ate it, waited for a moment, then I nodded and shrugged.

She shrugged, "I don't know, after all these years, some of us still haven't really forgotten about the Mr. Peterson incident., she said. "One creeper capture's probably good for me. I'm outsy."

Enzo reached behind him and grabbed another cookie. "Yeah, I think we're done now that Mr. Peterson's gone.", he said, then he leaned towards me. "But I can still help you with any help if you need help."

Maritza threw her soccer ball at him, hitting him in the nose.

Enzo held his nose in pain, "I meant with homework or something!", he said.

I laughed and put a hand on his shoulder, "I would love it if you tagged along with me, Enzo.", I said, then I gave him a kiss on his cheek. Then I looked back at Ivan and walked over to him.

"Ivan!", I said excitedly.

"Me?", he asked, fixing his glasses.

"You're brave."

"I am?"

"You love an adventure."

"I do?"

"You're in!"

"I'm in?", he asked, I nodded. "I'm in!", he squealed in excitement.

Maritza groaned and rolled her eyes, "Why do you even want to do this? We're teenagers, we're in high school, we should be having fun. Drinking, driving, drinking and driving, getting DUI's, doing drugs, getting arrested and only getting off with a slap on the wrist because we're young and still learning.", he said. Enzo sternly looked at his sister, and she looked back at him and rolled her eyes once again.

"I'm joking!", she said. "Geez, is today "No sense of humor" day?"

I couldn't help but laugh, then I walked over to her.

"You know we needed every single one of us last time.", I said, extending one of my hands to her. "You're really gonna quit a game before it's over?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but then she closed it. She tapped her chin a few times, and then she looked at the door to see Mr. Murtaugh peeking in. We all looked at him, and he nervously smiled and looked at all of us. In the corner of my eye, I saw Nicky quickly putting out his cigarette and slamming the window shut.

"You kids need to skedaddle.", he said. "I'm late for my...oh uh...let's just call it my meeting."

Then he left.

That was strange, but I just shrugged. Delroy walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder, "I'm in.", he said. I smiled and nodded at him.

"You should drop it, this feels like a wrong turn.", said Nicky.

I didn't like how negative this Nicky was, but I knew what he had been through, and I knew that the Nicky we all used to know and love wasn't coming back anytime soon. I tried to brush it off.

"Only right turns. Promise.", I said. I extended my hand back to Maritza, "You in?", I asked.

She looked at me, then at the rest of us, then she sighed.

"This is a dumb idea, but I don't quit. I win.", she said, putting her hand on top of mine.

First it was her hand, then Enzo's, then Ivan's, and then Delroy's. This was perfect, now I had all of them on my side.

Well, almost all of them. Nicky stood near the window, looking out at the raven sitting on the windowsill. I looked at him, then back at all of my friends.

"Yes! Mission on!", I said. "Inventor's Club on 3! 1, 2, -"

All of a sudden, I couldn't see. I fell backwards as I started sweating, twitching and drooling. My heart was beating fast and I could feel my sides and my stomach cramping.

The last thing I saw before I completely lost consciousness was all of my friends crowding around me in a panic.

[help-help-i-need-an-adult]

My mom’s home town is so small that “town” is the post office. I’m not sure they have a gas station.

Her high school was K-12.

My dad’s home town was so in the middle of nowhere that walking out of grandma’s house I’ve been within walking distance of bears and moose but not a neighbors house.

Grocery store? 2 hour drive one way.

Grandma once got caught in a blizzard on the way home from grocery shopping and spent the night in the police station of a town over an hour away after being rescued.

Dad claimed (I haven’t bothered to look into it) that it would be a faster walk to Canada than his high school.

The nearest mall from mom’s home town is 4 hours. One. Way. It would’ve been 5 hours from dad’s.

I live in the suburbs in the biggest city in my state. Grew up on the other side of it. Neither have sidewalks outside the neighborhood so you can’t safely walk to anything but your neighbor’s house. You could ride a bike, theoretically, but there isn’t a bike lane.

My job is a 2.8 miles away from my home. It takes 10 minutes to drive there. (Most work commutes are more like an hour of driving, but that’s not my point here.) It would take me an hour to walk it taking the fastest route. (Walking to work from my previous apartment would have been 8 hours minimum.) There would be sidewalks for the first 20 minutes of that walk and suddenly I’d be in the shoulder of a 4-6 lane road or on private property. Walking on private property in America can get you shot for trespassing. Yes, even if you’re right next to the road and nowhere near the house. (Girl Scouts can’t even sell cookies door to door in some places for fear of getting shot. Girl Scouts.) You wanna walk that?

People who have no choice but to walk or bike (even to the nearest bus stop) get hit and killed by cars every day. Some get shot. I’ve lost friends to it.

I went to Texas recently for a funeral and did all the driving. The speed limit was 75mph for most of it because it took forever to get anywhere. And people were driving much faster than that. You wanna walk anywhere around that? I don’t.

My dad was killed last month being on the side of the road to assess the damage after he and my mom (long haul truck drivers) were t-boned. Semi trucks aren’t easy to not see. Giving them space and slowing down for them should be easy. The guy who ran him over had had his license revoked for too many DUI’s but was still driving for his job in a work vehicle for some reason. You wanna walk next to that shit? My mom would yank you down to her level by the ear and tell you EXACTLY why that’s a DUMB AS FUCK idea.

America, in general, isn’t walkable.

“America IS walkable, you’re all just lazy” my childhood home was an hour from the nearest hospital (by car)

[hoodie-prince-kid-archived]

feeling a smidge frustrated about driving. because i really have no one to teach me.

driver's ed in high school? about as good as you'd think.

my mom? either too tired from work, too tired from her chronic pain, or as lethargic as i am on the weekends.

anybody else? ha. we dont have friends to help with that.

i tried looking up driving classes at a technical college near me like my doc said but i couldnt find that. and all the other driving things were for like people who got duis and no!! that is NOT what im looking for

and i know that my ot and speech are gonna be on my ass again about it. just i hate this.

Ohhhh my gosh :( wishibg you luck in finding someone!

[teenmomcentral]

Ryan Edwards took a second trip to the courthouse this week, where he was found guilty of speeding and reckless driving. 

As The Ashley exclusively revealed last week, the Teen Mom dad was busted October 7 for allegedly driving 145 mph in a 65 mph zone near his parents’ Tennessee home. Though he was not arrested at the time, Ryan was cited for speeding, reckless driving and failure to exercise due care. 

According to The Sun, Ryan– who is currently on furlough from a year-long jail sentence– was found guilty Wednesday in court of reckless driving and speeding. Ryan was reportedly not prosecuted for the failure to exercise due care charge due to “good behavior.” 

No, seriously…

The father of three was ordered to pay $134 in court costs and fines and is due back in court for the case on February 6. 

Two days earlier, Ryan appeared in the very same courthouse where he pleaded guilty to DUI and drug possession charges stemming from his April overdose and subsequent arrest. 

Judge Gary Starnes ruled Monday that on his original probation, Ryan be reinstated for 11 months and 29 days suspended, with level-two random drug tests. Ryan also received a $465 fine (for the DUI charge), was ordered to attend DUI school and had his drivers license revoked for one year. 

Judge Starnes went on to dismiss Ryan’s possession of a controlled substance charge, though he admitted he was “very hesitant” to approve the plea agreement due to Ryan’s recent speeding/reckless driving incident. 

“I’m very hesitant to approve it. You going 145 in a 65 [mph zone] doesn’t show me remorse and the ignorance of doing something like that is beyond me,” he stated Monday. “I don’t know how you didn’t kill somebody.

“I don’t want to approve this,” Judge Starnes continued. “You have to give the court a comprehensive follow-up plan. There have been hiccups the entire world knows about.” 

Ryan’s next hearing is set for December 5. 

[biznetnews]

Phoenix DUI Lawyers Cheer Changes In DUI Laws

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What Is A Standard or Regular DUI?

A basic DUI in Arizona can be charged under Arizona Statute ARS 28-1381(A)( 1) or (A)( 2 ). Under the (A)( 1) statute, you can be charged with a routine DUI if you have a blood alcohol concentration of 0.08% to 0.149% within two hours of when the cops stopped you.

Additionally, even if your BAC is listed below 0.08%, you can be charged with a DUI if you are impaired to the smallest degree by drugs or alcohol while driving or having real physical control of your automobile.

When you receive your citation for a novice misdemeanor DUI, it is common to see both ARS 28-1381 (A)( 1) and ARS 28-1381 (A)( 2) noted.

Even if you are convicted of a very first standard DUI offense, the charges can be serious. A very first basic DUI conviction consists of a necessary minimum jail sentence of 10 days. However, if you complete an alcohol evaluation and classes, 9 out of the 10 days can be suspended.

Additionally, you can be put on probation for approximately 5 years if convicted of a novice standard DUI.

There are also minimum fines and assessments of $1,480, and your license can be suspended for a minimum of 90 days. You will have to install an ignition interlock device on your automobile from 6 months as much as one year and finish any alcohol classes that are purchased.

The Arizona MVD will examine 8 points versus your license and require you to finish a Traffic Survival School course if convicted of a regular DUI. A routine DUI charge can likewise include other expenses, consisting of auto insurance premium boosts, SR-22 insurance, car impoundment costs, jail expenses, and others.

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[cyberpersonastudent]

Often when a private is charged with a DUI (or the other drug or alcohol-related charge), they're going to be required to undergo an evaluation either by a judge, attorney, or office holder. However, other charges can also require Clinical Evaluations. For more information.https://www.drivingunderintelligence.com/clinical-assessment

[lushlovers]

Jamie, J Burrow

summary; he just misses her.

warnings; heavy angst, alcohol abuse, swearing, mentions of bars and driving under the influence, talk of loss of loved one's. all around sad stuff.

word count; 1k

note; this is inspired by one of my favorite songs at the moment, Jamie by Zach Bryan ft. Charles Wesley Godwin, feel free to listen as you read for the best experience. i did cut it short because i'm not killing off joe, sue me.

please let me know if i missed anything in the warnings and if any of the warnings mentioned above may even slightly trigger you, please skip this work. there will be a fluffy one-shot of the burrow's coming soon for those who choose not to read. <333

There ain't much a war when it's 4:34 With the man you were before that bar door.

This Joe wasn't who he used to be. Drowning his sorrows in whiskey or any hard alcohol he could get his lips on was never his way of grief. Never had he ever been such a heavy drinker in all of his time in this world. He doesn't even like to drink. But love drives people to do the unimaginable, unfortunately for him, Joe Burrow was no exception to that fact.

No one loves you enough to give you a ride and your cars sittin' right outside, Oh, Jamie

Given the time no one was answering his calls and he wasn't in the right might set to find any friends who were willing to go with him and be the designated driver. Joe's made a few mistakes in his life, drunk driving was never on the list of those. He learned from a young age that was never a good decision.

Keep your tires between the ditches And your eyes peeled on the road.

Unknowingly, Joe swerved the expensive BMW that used to belong to his wife, driving it gave him a slight sense of relief. He used to always drive it, never alone though, she always in the passenger seat. She never liked being away from him, always loving just being in his presence.

There's two more minutes before you're back home.

The bar he chose to drown his feelings in drinking at was just seven minutes from their his expensive home. Going back there was always dreaded, especially knowing the one he once loved wouldn't be snuggled up in his clothes waiting on his arrival. He's not sure how he's driven the five minutes, his minds more clouded by liquor than it's ever been.

Don't 103 feel so free? You always loved the revelry Oh, Jamie

His wife was always one to get him out of his comfort zones, introducing him to new things. One thing she could never get him into was partying. She always used to tell him about the parties she had went to when they were back in high school, Joe never could imagine jeopardizing his nearly spotless career, so he settling for story telling.

The flashing red and blue in a cracked rear view.

"Goddammit," he murmured, pressing his foot down a bit harder as the cop's light flashes along his clammy face. As if his life could get anymore difficult, the last thing he needs is a DUI charge against him. The cracks of her rear view mirror obstructed his line of sight ever so slightly, he remembers the call he got from her stressed about the crack in her mirror. He was quick to reassure that it was the cold or something.

He remembers the smile he once owned.

Joe used to be the happiest man on the planet. He had a great upbringing, the perfect wife, a baby on the way, anything a man could ever ask for and then some. There was almost never any complaints from him about anything. He was simply content all the time. He used to smile until his cheeks would hurt, now the only expression he made was when the burn of his drink of choice hit him.

But he ain't gonna stop for any cop, from here to damn near Wichita County.

If he gets caught in this act. his excuse'll be that there was no where to pull off. There's no way he could pull him over in this area, maybe he'll understand how close he is to the neighborhood? What Joe couldn't seem the grasp was the fact that he was driving so dangerously, the cop who saw him to he was out of his mind and needed to be stopped immediately.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

The only thing his mind was on was her and the baby girl who he never got to properly meet or hold. His girls.

'Cause there's a tombstone hidden in a place that he don't visit.

Every time he took the tiny dirt road back to the secluded place he chose to lay them, his heart broke impossibly more. Life could never be the same for him, everyone knew it. The funeral gutted him from the inside out, seeing her their completely lifeless made his breath catch. Panic set in pretty quickly and all he saw was black.

Where the love of his life was laid to rest, he'll make it there by dusk that is where they'll draw their guns, Oh, Jamie.

He felt heavy, like he was carrying burden on him at all times or maybe he was the burden. His eyes blurred with tears that he was quick to wipe away. The blue and red lights followed him the entire way to his destination, no shock there though.

Cause this life ain't worth livin' if the love that you've been given is taken before you are.

There was nothing left for him. No one to come home to, no one to call his own, no one to run his mouth about to his friends. nothing, just a canyon in not only his heart but his soul. Nothing could fill this, no amount of booze or therapy could fix the pain he felt at this time. He's tried it all and failed every single fucking time.

Now Jamie is dancin' and spinnin' around his baby in the stars.

He had this analogy. That they were watching him, dancing around in the clouds and painting every sunset to keep him going. Even the simplest of tasks felt impossible in his situation.

I'll go tonight, boys. I don't mean no harm. I just miss my lovin' lady and layin' in her arms. (2x)

[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 26

Warnings: language, minor political talk, mentions of shit that went down in the last couple of chapters, minor arguments/disagreements. She a short filler chapter right now folks, I just needed to cut it off there cause there’s a LOT to put into the next chapter and there’ll be a teeny time jump. I *might* be able to get said chapter done tonight, we’ll see.

Everyone was back at work bright and early the next day, though, not everyone was bushy tailed and ready to go. Jackie did her best to not wince at the purpling of the peanut sized bruise on your cheekbone, you’d done your best to cover it with concealer, but the stuff you had apparently didn’t quite cut it. You dove right into things, covering everything the press had been saying about Heather and the reactions to her statements, assembling what you could use and what you thought was coming on her end in the near future.

Your last task before lunch was to attend a near conference type meeting with Jackie since Remy was busy elsewhere and she simply wanted a second set of ears and eyes with her. Though it wasn’t a super professional thing, while people were droning on about things up at the podium, there were a lot of other small quiet conversations going on throughout the room. Jackie gently nudged at your arm with her elbow, discreetly nodding towards Heather,

“She looks fucking furious.” She mumbled over the rim of her coffee and you quietly chuckled.

“Rob filed for divorce last night.” You murmured back, lips barely moving from the rim of your own coffee lid.

“She didn’t managed to wrangle him back with her lies?”

“He was the one who leaked everything. He’s gone. Cleared his shit from the house and everything.”

“And she’s still not pulling out?”

“She thinks she can try to reclaim some dignity. Probably blame the divorce on something else.” You shrugged.

“Becca let you in on all this?”

“Nope.” You sighed, “found out when Rob searched through her financials and found my condo as the most recent housing purchase, he showed up there last night.”

“Oh please don’t tell me you had two Dunbar’s tearing your head off yesterday.” Her hand moved to squeeze at your arm and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“No. Honestly he was super understanding. He knows how manipulative she can be, we talked it through, even exchanged phone numbers. We all know she’s the one to blame.”

“Good.”

“She’s looking for dirt on you though, like…hardcore.”

“She won’t find anything useable.”

“You sure?”

“Unless getting detention in elementary school for sticking gum under a desk, or skipping a couple of classes later on counts as bad.” She chuckled softly, glancing over at you.

“What? You really that big of a goodie two shoes?” You teased and she playfully rolled her eyes with a grin on her cheeks.

“I was a fucking nerd.” She softly laughed back, “barely drank until I was twenty five. Sure, I’ve done some dumb shit as a kid or young adult, but nothing that can come back to bite me. I knew I wanted a political career, it’s half the reason I was so publicly out so young and always made sure to be open about it.”

“Didn’t you worry about not getting your seat because of it?”

“It was a democratic majority.” She shrugged, “figured it was worth the shot.” She paused for a sip of coffee, “did you get that from Becca too?”

“Nah.” You hummed, “I had coffee with Cynthia this morning.”

“Heather’s campaign manager is really giving away secrets?”

“She’s also looking for another job.” Jackie raised a brow at that, “she knows Heather won’t make it through this but she’s being fucking delusional thinking she will. Like…as if the republican candidates won’t bring this shit up in next week’s televised appearance? They’re gonna tear her to shreds.”

“I mean…the DUI is one thing, but the sugar babies…”

“Not to mention the hidden gay…or bi..or whatever.” Your phone buzzed, causing you to pull it out of your pocket and you swiped open on the reminder, “oh fuck…any chance I can sneak out of here a little early today?” You glanced up at Jackie, “I’ve got an…thing….”

“Peach…” she murmured quietly, her face slipping into one of sympathy.

“What?”

“All things considered… you missed your Thursday appointment….please don’t tell me”—

“Oh god no!” You replied in a hushed whisper, “I..uh..it’s a therapy appointment. Rob set me up with someone who usually works evenings, but she’s got a thing tonight so I have to go in at four instead of six thirty.”

“Oh.” Jackie was taken aback a second before she smiled softly, “of course.”

“Thanks.” You slightly turned back to the presentation going on down on the floor, nearly jumping at the feeling of Jackie squeezing your hand.

“I’m happy you’re talking to someone. It’s important to remember that not everyone out there is as psychotic as she is, even if that takes a little time.”

**

Later that afternoon, Jackie herself had decided to call it an early day, she’d had a one on one with Frank, and now with you and Remy both otherwise occupied it made no real sense to stick around the White House any longer. She had just begun to pack up her things when there was a light knock on her door and she glanced up, immediately frowning at the sight of Heather standing in doorway.

“Can I help you?” She asked, snapping her laptop shut before sliding it into her bag.

“I need a minute with y/n, is she around?”

“Like hell you do.” Jackie laughed, “and I sent her home early. Besides, do you really think I’d leave her alone with you again? Stay the fuck away from my staff.”

“All of your staff, or is it just the one I’m not allowed to talk to? I was the one who found her for you and brought her onto your team!”

“Oh bullshit! You groomed her into the perfect little pet and when she finally cleared her head enough to stand up to you, you went psychotic.”

“She threatened me first.” Heather growled, “where else was I supposed to think that article came from?”

“Your behaviour yesterday was absolutely reprehensible and disgusting and you know it.”

“I gave her a talking to.”

“Oh please! As if I couldn’t hear you screaming halfway down the hallway! You stay the fuck away from her or I’ll let it slip to Underwood that you’ve graduated from verbal assault to physical, I’m sure that will make him question keeping your senate seat after everything.”

“Okay, so maybe I yelled, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really? Then where did that bruise come from? She was spotless before you showed up, after you left there was a cut on her cheek and today she’s bruised. It’s pretty easy to do the math, and it’s even easier to go to HR about workplace harassment, keep that in mind.” Jackie hastily picked up what she needed to take home with her, “you think you have a good enough reason to talk to her, you go through me, understood?”

“You’re being awfully overbearing right now.” Heather raised a brow and Jackie scoffed.

“I don’t take well to my team members being harassed by people who are abusing their power and have been for years. You’re done Heather, let me make that very clear.” With that Jackie moved around her, swiftly leaving the office, not looking back as Heather watched her leave.

Jackie slipped into her car easily, tossing her bags into the back seat before she took a heavy breath, resting her head in her hands against the steering wheel. She hated that it had to have come to this, to a huge affair scandal, to Heather physically harming you for you to finally be able to break free of her grasp. She’d had an idea of what was going on since she’d first met you, running into the two of you at the restaurant, but had slowly been putting the pieces together the more she got to know you. That was of course, until Heather came screaming at you and everything was confirmed. Jackie was immensely proud of the way you’d been handling yourself, at the way you hadn’t taken a personal day today, showing up brave faced to do your job and have to be in the same room as Heather so soon. You had guts, and you’d stood your ground all on your own, you were making progress, and finally you were out of her grasp. Baby steps. That’s all you needed at this point. To hear that Rob had an understanding, and that you had started therapy were two other very big green flags in this, you were moving in the right direction instead of letting Heather pull you back in with her tactics and false hopes and promises.

She paused for a moment as she dug out her keys, wondering if maybe she was being a little overbearing. She truly just wanted you safe and out of harm’s way, but the last thing she wanted was for you to think she was trying to control you. If you wanted to talk to Heather, she wasn’t going to stop you, but she was going to let it be known that she thought it was a bad idea. You’d been rather accepting of the gentle flirting over the past months, and dare she say, had been flirting back. At this point she would definitely say that you were friends, far more than just coworkers, you’d probably been holding back thanks to Heather, her control over you and not wanting to face her wrath yet again. She made a mental note to pay more attention to your behaviour and reactions over the next little bit, make sure she wasn’t overwhelming you or making you uncomfortable.

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[beardedmrbean]

A man who fled to Mexico after being accused of dragging a 66-year-old insurance broker 300 feet, killing him during an alcohol-fueled crash in Logan Square in 2011, is back in Chicago facing new charges, officials said Thursday.

Saul Chavez, 47, who was extradited from Mexico earlier this month, is being held without bond at the Cook County Jail after appearing before a judge in Maywood courthouse on Saturday, said Shereen Mohammad, a spokesperson for the Cook County sheriff’s office.

Chavez was wanted on two outstanding warrants: one for the 2011 aggravated DUI that resulted in the death of William McCann and another violation of bail bond in 2012, Mohammad said.

Chavez was behind the wheel of a black Dodge Neon on June 8, 2011 that fatally struck McCann, and dragged him nearly 300 feet. An off-duty Chicago police officer was one of two good Samaritans who chased Chavez down an alley after he fled the crash on the bustling Kedzie Avenue.

McCann, of the 2500 block of North Kedzie Avenue, died at the scene of massive internal injuries, according to police.

Shortly after the wreck, Chavez was issued a $250,000 D bond for the case and was released from custody after posting the required 10% of that bond amount, court records show. But he stopped showing up in court and after missing dates, he was subsequently charged with violation of bail bond in 2012, and a no-bail arrest warrant was issued for that charge, according to court records.

The case caused controversy in early 2012 when Cook County Board President Toni Preckwinkle refused to cooperate with federal requests to hold undocumented immigrants in county jail after a federal immigration official wrote her a letter warning that the county undermines public safety by not keeping suspected illegal immigrants in custody while agents decide whether to deport them.

At the time, Preckwinkle said she was “outraged” by the case involving Chavez, who was an undocumented immigrant with a prior felony conviction and was able to get out of jail by posting $25,000.

But Preckwinkle said that focusing on the relatively small number of undocumented immigrants who commit crimes or fail to turn up in court after making bond in criminal cases is divisive.

“This type of fearmongering is distasteful, and has no place in the public policy arena,” Preckwinkle said in 2012.

A former high school hockey player and avid White Sox fan, McCann graduated from Mendel Catholic High School on Chicago’s South Side and was in the insurance business for more than 40 years.

He worked for the last decade at the Serpe Insurance Agency office in Lincoln Park, said his colleague and friend, Jim Serpe at the time of McCann’s death, who called him a “super-nice guy, always pleasant, always fun to be around.”

McCann’s brother, Brian McCann, reached by phone Thursday night, said he still has lingering rage, most of it directed at politicians who “enabled” Chavez to bond out of jail on the charges.

But for about the last year, the case has ramped up and the search by the Chicago FBI’s fugitive unit became more aggressive. After years of waiting, they became closer to finding out where he was.

“He was driving a truck,’’ McCann said of Chavez, adding they also learned he was somewhere near Mexico City with his mom.

McCann called the FBI fugitive unit’s actions “marvelous.”

“I have no quarrel whatsoever with them,” McCann said of the fugitive unit. “They have been marvelous in the last three months, active in this…keeping me appraised with phone calls.”

Finally, after some ten years, a solid development: Chavez was located.

“They captured him, flew home with him on Friday night. At 6:59 p.m. they landed, went through customs and whisked him over to Cook County Jail,’’ McCann said.

The patriarch of their family, William, or “Dennis,” was a commercial insurance broker who owned his own agency.

“He was crossing the street to call on a client, El Cid, he was good buddies with, and would hang out there,” McCann said. El Cid, a popular Mexican restaurant, is located at 2645 N. Kedzie Ave.

“Chavez was stone drunk and hit him, dragged him. He died a violent death. That was tough,’’ his brother said. “Those were rough times. Subsequent to that, my anger really ratcheted up.”

Eventually, McCann said, he wants to talk to Chavez.

“I want to see if he’s remorseful.”

Chavez, of the 3200 block of West Wilson Avenue, moved to Chicago from California three years before the crash and worked at a North Side restaurant, his court-appointed attorney said at the time.

Chavez was extradited from Mexico to the United States on Dec. 9, according to Joseph Fitzpatrick, U.S. attorney’s office spokesperson. Federal officials have moved to dismiss their complaint, which initially charged Chavez with unlawful flight to avoid prosecution, he added.

Chavez is due back at the Leighton Criminal Court Building on Dec. 21.

[acefaun]

bwlxysnflgsnlfysb why is it so cute? kk. what if gods took mc to their mansion on earth to send them to school since they can't go to god school? and theyre just there with 12 hot as hell dads?? ya???

School of Goldfish

Synopsis: Raising you, the 12 Zodiac Gods decide it's time to send you to a human Junior High School. Apparently, it's strange for a kid to have 12 dads, but you don't see the problem with it!

✨Part 1✨ ✨Part 2✨

✨Masterlist✨

Gender-neutral, child goldfish!

A/N: I keep laughing because this is literally great and definitely an option. And just in time for school to start! Aren't we all so excited to go to school with our 12 dads? I could just imagine the mass confusion! Like... the teachers would have no idea why all 12 of these men are at parent-teacher night for one kid! The fellow students would not understand that MC has 12 dads! No mom, not a single one. Just 12 really tall and beautiful dads!

--Word Count: 2474--

They didn't like it. Not one bit.

Huedhaut suggested that it was time for you to attend an actual school. You wouldn't gain many social skills as a human if you just stayed around the 12 of them. Besides, if you kept hanging around with Ichthys, Huedhaut was afraid that you might start actually losing brain cells. But Leon, Scorpio, Aigonorus, and Krioff didn't like this plan at all.

Aigonorus had argued that "I won't be able to sleep with them if you send them to a human school. I don't want them to go to Earth."

Krioff agreed with Aigonorus but for different reasons, "I don't like the idea of them being somewhere we're unfamiliar with. We don't know the humans we're sending them with."

Leon nodded his head, following that line of thought, "I don't trust those filthy lower goldfish with our goldfish. They're not going to Earth."

Scorpio, as much as he hated agreeing with Leon, was on the same page, "Those brats are horrible. (Name) wouldn't learn anything good with them. Screw this."

Zyglavis cleared his throat, making sure the attention was placed on him as soon as their opinions were voiced. Karno passed a stack of papers down the table to Leon while Zyglavis explained, "Your concerns are understood, and we've taken them into account beforehand. We've thoroughly researched the humans that (Name) would be around and would be taught by. With that said... We've already picked a suitable Junior High for them to attend."

Dui sighed, a wistful look in his eyes. "Our goldfish is growing up so fast."

Ichthys quickly stood up and suggested, "What if we sent Altair and Vega with them?! Then they'd be perfectly safe, right?"

"For once," Partheno mused while rubbing his chin, "That isn't the stupidest idea that came out of your mouth."

Leon's sharp eyes scanned over the papers that were in his hands, handing them down the table as he went over them one by one. There wouldn't be a single human that would go near me that he wouldn't know about. But after hearing Ichthys' idea he finally spoke to Zyglavis and his Vice Minister, "I'll agree on the condition that those two go with them."

Karno's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean to send Altair and Vega to a human school? They would never be ready."

Leon obviously had no say over Karno's made decisions, but a compromise was made. They would keep an eye on you while you were at school. Someone had to make sure the humans were treating you well.

The debate was long and there were quite a few conditions involved with you going to a human school. All of the gods had to get familiarized with what your surroundings would be and who would be there at all times. You would be under constant supervision via the reflection pool by at least one god. Under no circumstances were you to turn into one of those bratty humans. If any of these weren't met then, obviously, you'd be returned to your studies with Huedhaut and you wouldn't go back to the human school.

But finally, it was time for school there were a few events that you, yourself needed to get through before you started a semi-normal school life. There was the very first day of school, which included a lot of anxiety-ridden gods who were doing everything to keep you from leaving. But Zyglavis had to take matters into his own hands claiming "You're all going to make (Name) late! Behave yourselves!" That was before he proceeded to walk you to school himself with your bag and lunch box in his hands since the school bus didn't know where the mansion was.

So, you were missing out on some of the school experience of a noisy bus ride, but it was okay since you got to spend more time with your dad- I mean, Zyglavis...

Of course, the other gods wound up your nerves by fretting all morning, so you had to be honest with Zyglavis. You took his hand in yours to get his attention and admitted, "I've never been away from home... Will I be okay with other humans?"

Zyglavis was kneeling in front of you in front of the school building in no time. His hands were on your shoulders, making sure your attention was fully on him. "You'll blend in just fine. Humans can't see the stars in your eyes. We're all worried about having you away from home but we've studied this school. It'll be perfect for you, full of humans your age. As long as you mind the rules you'll do just fine. If any trouble arises you know you can call us."

With his coaxing, you were ready for your first day. Needless to say, humans were nothing like gods. Leon compared it to a school of goldfish, and you couldn't help but agree. Their auras were certainly lacking.

But as one long day passed, Leon was waiting as soon as you got out to take you home. But you had news for your guardians so that was the first thing you spoke about upon getting rushed to the living room to tell them about your day. "Um... Well... The human- uh The teacher said there's a thing called 'Open House' in a few nights and they said parents can go to school and meet the teacher and see what the student is going to learn." Sure, you were nervous about your godly parents going to school. But that wasn't the reason you were fidgeting in front of them.

Evidently, Scorpio got the wrong idea as he snapped at Teorus, "You said they were fine!" Looking back at you with sharp eyes, he demanded, "Who upset you? Which human?"

You shrunk at his raised voice. It wasn't necessarily at you, sure, but you weren't sure how to ask them about it without sounding ungrateful. You were just confused and wanted answers. "I know most people have moms and dads, but... I don't know. I never really had that. But... everyone at school has human parents. Is it... weird that I have twelve dads?"

They were excited at the parental term you gave them and they were very proud of it, but your concern was real. Karno reassured, "Most kids don't have more than two guardians but that just means you have more people who love you. So, don't feel bad for having more parents than other kids. We'll take care of your school's 'Open House'."

*****

They made well on their promise. All twelve of them showed up to the Open House.

"Ah, you just be (Name)'s father, Mr. Zodiac," That was the last name they had all agreed on for you so they could have the legal papers to send you to school. "And... Mr. Zodiac?" Of course, your teacher was only more confused as 12 hot men entered the classroom. "Who are all of you?"

Zyglavis, the more mature Minister, introduced them, "We're (Name)'s fathers. We're here for the 'Open House'. You may be confused and you may need a moment to accept this, but we are all here to support our child and make sure they are going to receive the best education here."

Of course, he only served to make the teacher more nervous than anything as all twelve of them took seats to listen. Twelve dads... how did one kid even end up with twelve dads?!

*****

Huedhaut decided that your education far surpassed that which you would be learning in school, so he continued to teach you outside of your school lessons. But your intelligence led you to make friends fast since you were able to help other students with their work. So one day, after it was decided that you were old enough to walk yourself to and from school, you took your entire class home with you, not seeing the real problem with it!

Yes, there was a problem with it. They were freaked out at seeing the run-down mansion but they were even more freaked out at the inside, thinking you were some super-rich kid! That had to have been why you were so smart!

While you probably had enough space in your room to fit everyone, you took them to the living room where Ichthys was mulling through work that Zyglavis probably gave him. But he was surprised when you walked in with a school of fish behind you, making you explain immediately what you were doing. "Hey, dad! Everyone else doesn't understand what the teacher was saying. So I brought them here and said I'd help them with homework and studying like Hue helps me! Can we have the living room?"

Ichthys was hesitant to leave, but he knew he'd get a lecture if he ruined your studies. He'd been through that before and Huedhaut was a terrifying god to face... "Sure. Let us know if you need something."

You got many comments on how hot your dad was but you shrugged, not thinking much of it. Your dads were pretty awesome.

"What are... What are all these goldfish doing all over the floor?!"

The sudden shout interrupted your teaching and you found Leon in the doorway looking more confused than you'd ever seen him. So you decided to introduce him to break the ice, "Hey, dad! These are my friends from school! Guys, this is my other dad!"

Leon was speechless as all their goldfish eyes stared at him in wonder. "Hello, (Name)'s dad!" He blinked at how in unison they were. Were they a hive mind?

He turned on his heel. "I'm going get Karno."

You didn't see why he looked so upset. Maybe you should have asked before bringing friends home. But Ichthys said it was okay. Besides, your friends seemed to think that you having two dads was pretty cool. If they thought that was cool their minds were absolutely blown when Leon dragged the other ten of your dads into the living room to witnessed the mess you've created.

Karno supported you wholeheartedly. "They're sharing their knowledge. There's no reason to be upset about that."

Tauxolouve agreed with him without a hint of hesitation. "They're so selfless, teaching the helpless goldfish. We have such a sweet kid."

The opinions were split once again and as soon as your study party was over and the gods returned the little goldfish back to their homes you got a stern talking-to about inviting goldfish over without permission, especially in such numbers. Was that your entire class with you?!

*****

It took a while for you to all fall into the groove of school. For a while, it was just figuring out who did what task better. Partheno did a better job preparing you in the morning by giving you a cute outfit while Tauxolouve gave you an adorable hairstyle.

Karno was in charge of your lunch since Ichthys would only pack you taiyaki, Krioff would only pack ice cream that would melt before you ate it, Teorus would only pack dairy-related food, Scorpio would only pack apples, and Leon would only pack meatballs. None of them understood you needed a delicate human diet that consisted of a variety of different foods.

Leon was your designated escort. If you had somewhere you needed to be, this man was getting you there and he was going to get you there on time. He was never on time for most things in his life, especially work-related. But if it was important to you, then he was going to do everything in his power to grant your wish.

Zyglavis made sure you had all of your supplies and triple-checked to make sure your homework was done and correct- though Huedhaut helped you with homework and studying every night before bed. Still, it didn't hurt to have an extra set of eyes.

While Partheno was more subtle about it, Teorus was always trying his best to get you to date someone and occasionally Ichthys joined him. You were just in Junior High but it was never too early to start sifting through these goldfish to find your perfect match.

Scorpio always made sure you knew that if anyone ever tried anything stupid like bullying you that you should go to him and Krioff. They'd torture the goldfish for their unfortunate life choice. They'd make sure the goldfish would remember to keep their hands to themselves even in their next life. Though you always had to reassure them they didn't have to do that because you were absolutely fine.

Balancing school, studies with Huedhaut, and hectic gods gave you a bit of a headache and really wore you down. Don't even get me started on if you gained a hobby or if you joined a school club or a sport. You'd be exhausted but Aigonorus always knew when you needed to take a nap to recharge. He knew how important rest was for busy humans, so he made sure you got your fair share of sleep.

The only god left was Dui... Which, he didn't have any specific task. But he was a great counselor and an even excellent cheerleader. He knew exactly how to coach you if you were having best friend troubles. He dealt with Ichthys all the time, his advice on best friends would be pretty solid, just don't get him started on what happened to his other best friend... That's all in the past. But speaking of cheerleaders, if you ever join a sport, Shadow Dui is your man. Out of all the gods, he would surprise you with how loud he is. Shadow is going to make sure you hear him yelling at you to kick their asses and make them cry for mercy. He unsettled most of the other parents, but you were just happy he was being so supportive of you.

In all, Junior High wasn't the hell you thought it would be with how protective your 12 dads were. After all, they could snap their fingers and fix any problem, so it wasn't like anything could have gone wrong. Despite how weird having 12 dads was compared to everyone else's two guardian systems, you could never regret having 12 dads.

[teenmomcentral]

Teen Mom star Ryan Edwards will reportedly remain on probation after pleading guilty to driving under the influence (DUI) and drug possession charges stemming from the father of three’s April overdose and subsequent arrest. 

According to The Sun, Ryan appeared in court Monday, where it was proposed by a lawyer for the District Attorney’s Office that Ryan’s probation be reinstated with “11 months and 29 days time served.” Ryan is also required to continue undergoing drug tests (administered in Chattanooga, Tennessee). 

As The Ashley previously told you, Ryan was sentenced to one year in jail after leaving his first rehab stay early, and in April, he was found unconscious in his truck after allegedly snorting a substance and passing out. (Emergency responders had to administer Narcan, a medicine that rapidly reverses an opioid overdose, and were luckily able to revive him before rushing him to the hospital.) 

After he successfully completed a 28-day treatment program in Tennessee, Ryan was ordered to go to the rehab’s halfway house. The judge allowed Ryan to take furlough from his year-long jail sentence to go to the rehab and halfway house; he currently resides at the latter.  

The Ashley exclusively revealed last week that Ryan was busted October 7– while on furlough– for reckless driving and two other charges after he was allegedly caught driving 145 mph in a 65 mph zone near his parents’ Tennessee home. Ryan was also charged with “Failure to Exercise Due Care,” which is a Class C misdemeanor in Tennessee. (Reckless Driving is a Class B misdemeanor.) 

While Ryan only received a citation for his recent actions, a lawyer for the state argued that the incident showed that Ryan was not taking his probation seriously. 

“Why was he not taken to jail? It should’ve been reckless endangerment,” the DA said. “I don’t think [Ryan is] ready to succeed on any probation. I expressed concern to CADAS (Council for Alcohol and Drug Abuse Services) that he is not ready to take probation or bond conditions seriously.”

Ryan’s new relationship with girlfriend Amanda Connor, whom he met at the halfway house, was also cited as an example of how Ryan is not taking  the situation very seriously. (According to The Sun, Ryan’s mom Jen Edwards, who was present in the courtroom on Monday along with Ryan’s father Larry, rolled her eyes when Ryan’s girlfriend was mentioned.)

Despite the expressed concerns, the DA went on to say that because facts and a report from Ryan’s halfway house “indicate Mr. Edwards is doing well, the state has made this agreement.” 

Judge Gary Starnes ultimately ruled that on his original probation, Ryan be reinstated for 11 months and 29 days suspended, with level two random drug screens. Regarding his DUI charge, Ryan was also fined $465 (plus court costs), is required to attend DUI school and has lost his license for one year. Judge Starnes went on to dismiss the possession of a controlled substance case, admitting he was “very hesitant” to approve the plea agreement due to Ryan’s recent actions. 

“I’m very hesitant to approve it. You going 145 in a 65 doesn’t show me remorse and the ignorance of doing something like that is beyond me,” he said Monday in court. “I don’t know how you didn’t kill somebody.

“I don’t want to approve this,” Judge Starnes continued. “You have to give the court a comprehensive follow-up plan. There have been hiccups the entire world knows about.” 

The Judge noted that Ryan has done “well” (sobriety-wise) through the help of Vivitrol injections (which curb addiction cravings) and counseling, though the judge warned him to make better choices going forward. 

“You haven’t been good in your personal life,” he said. “You’re looking at three years in custody. If you get on your motorcycle and decide you want to do it again, three years is a long time.” 

Ryan’s next hearing is set for December 5. 

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Riverside Gryff’s

Phone fanifc be warned no grammar (I made the greaser au + plus any complaints about lily’s writing are based heavily off she was written I just added more on having a sister like petunia to it.)

The ear-piercing sound of glass shattering dulled in comparison to the loud chatter and Music, and that filled the room. But the workers heard it with a heavy sigh as one marked down another tally mark. That's the fifth one; it's only three days into the week. These kids brought in good business but Minerva thinks they’ll run her dry with all the replacements she has to order.

“I’m headed out!” Diana rushed tapping Severus on the shoulder. He only bid her half-assed goodbye before he finished tying up his apron. She was an elderly woman that handled the hard coffee crowd in the morning. By the time Severus clocked in half of the morning/afternoon crowd was beginning to rush out. They were replaced by the younger staff who could handle their own crowd— teenagers.

If there's one thing besides the teenagers, they hated about this place; it was working the floor. Sure the girls loved it and reveled in being next to the many teen sleazeballs that frequented it, but Severus did not. Weasley also downright hated it; the Spinner's End kids had no qualms about throwing him the harshest of nicknames. ‘Fire Crotch’ was a favorite of Severus'.

But Severus hated working the floor whenever any of the jocks down from the riverside visited. Especially when A bunch of spoiled jocks who thought they were thugs came in. Riverside Gryff’s etched across their backs on black leather. All they did was change from their letterman jackets on the way over. They never did anything but bully and abuse lesser people than them. On the other hand, Severus knew true thugs that would stab you in the gut for anything.

"Whatcha thinking in that pretty little head there?"

"All the self-defense moves my mother taught me to ward off men like you." He stated boardely before grabbing at his notepad "What will it be, Potter."

"The in-between Sundae."

"The hell is that? Severus said before reaching under the counter to grab a hold of one of the menus. "We don't have that here."

"Sure you do" James started, a sultry smile gracing his lips as he leant halfway over the counter."Just give me a bottle of whipped cream and spread ya legs-"

"You never know when to shut up, give up and move on," Severus hissed. Briefly eyeing the patron over giving them disapproving looks.

"Of course I don't. I've seen you in my leather jacket."He smirked, leaning closer on the bar." and out of it."

"Excuse me!" Snipped a customer causing Severus to jump-start and remember he's at work, hitting customers is not in the business model.

God, he really hated life sometimes, more so when he took into account that lily was probably the worst friend he's ever picked up. Realistically she roped him into more trouble than his short run with Lucius. She was his best friend but they all were too fucked in their childhoods in too many ways.

They met in church, and he lived on to see her try as hard as possible to shake the notion that she was square. She wanted to rock and sing blues in midnight clubs. Ask Severus, and he'd tell you he had always thought she was jealous of his sister in that way. Petunia, as much as a devil, still managed to garner her family's love while she was sneaking out from the back porch with a cigarette in her pocket and Vernon waiting in a cab a couple of blocks down. At one point she had roped Lily into being her secret keeper.

Lily always folded under pressure and being a square for the rest of her life crisped the edges. So much so that she got involved with the crowds at the riverside. Severus would've never seen it coming with their separate schools and incomes between them. That was until he started shadowing her in town and movie theaters. They went to a dollar movie that day. Abbott and Costello and Severus stood there awkwardly with three other girls who called em'selves goldies. They got into their seats, and it was fine but it seemed like they were making a fuss over nothing and throwing popcorn around. They kept glancing to the side of them and that was when he had noticed a group of three dudes sitting a couple of seats down and to the side.

It got to the point where it was irking Severus just enough for him to take a glance at what exactly put the girls in a frenzy. Got his answer as an equally irked Potter rolled his head up to glance in their direction. He had remembered him of course, preacher's son and an asshole that spent Sunday school telling Severus that since he was a bastard he'd be going to hell. Now he's a thug that keeps staring even as Severus turns his head coming to terms with not getting to watch the movie.

Even when it had finished and Severus retreated to the bathroom to wash his hands an amused James slid past him with a mumbled apology. It got even worse from there when he got his slug from a neighbor who passed and was the designated driver. Finally, it ended with a bonfire on the lake. Lily had gotten ahead of herself in strip poker and Severus was there with his shirt to save her when she went prancing along the lake. The night ended with both of them soaked and a little worse for wear.

Once the hysteria passed and lights in the lodge filled with the teens, Severus had sat on the pier miserable. James plopped beside him and his jacket heavy on his shoulder now that he was shirtless. The whole thing was weird, the atmosphere changing and stretching uncomfortably whenever they were in the same Vicinity together. Didn't stop Severus from leading him back to his car, though. When Lily had found them a few drunken words and curses later Severus had tried his hardest to drag her home. A moment later they were both found in a tree.

Severus is a little irritated to wake up and find the preacher looming over his hospital bed in prayer with his mother. A letterman jacket sitting on the seat beside him.

"How's Lilly darling," Trelawney asked, fumbling with the register.

"She's good, doing much better in the silent towns. Reckons she'll visit for the summer."

"Oh, sweet girl. Shame that DUI, these gangs they got themselves into, gold ladies and whatnot. In my day I would've been dealt with, with! a wooden spoon. "She chattered grabbing a few bills before jampacking the drawer closed." You be careful with these lot, charming boys aren't passaged to paradise." Before making her way back to the table she was servicing.

"Full of shit, that one." He heard a voice mumble near him. "Untouched and a nail-biter." Severus’s hands clenched to hide his nails before glaring at the curly-haired boy.

"Oh come on, I'm not talking about you."

"Then why make observations pertaining to me." Severus seethed, abruptly reopening the register. "Well, it's adorable when you do it-"

"Piss off," He said before going back down the bar.

His night only got worse as 4 more glasses were broken and a fight broke out. A drink knocked over and a wet shirt later with stains on his jeans had him reeling for a day off. And when clean up was said and done Minerva locked up the gates and he saw Arthur off on the bus he waited under his spotlight.

"Your shirt is a little wet there, need a change?"