#fake driver license California

[expresdl24hrs]

Apply For a New or Replace Fake Driver License California

California requires two-factor authentication and online account creation before granting a driver's license. A fake driver license California is readily obtained in four to five working days, but immigrants despite a Social Security number can face difficulties. Fake licenses only take nine minutes to process, whereas legitimate applicants take fifteen minutes. Although they are eligible for a fictitious license, 16 to 17-year-olds in California have no legal chance of obtaining one.

[nephilimeq]

Hey, I was just wondering what age you thought Derek was in season one? Cause it’s a heavily debated and unknown piece of information. Me personally I always thought he was 19 in the pilot, and this was before I had read anything about the writers wanting him to be that age in the pilot. It was just the way he acted, to me, it doesn’t seem like a mid-20s man. Also stiles says the fire happened “ like ten years ago” but then a few episodes later Peter says he’s been in a coma for 6 years. So I was just curious what you thought. Also stiles saying that is always made out to be taken as it literally happened exactly ten years ago, and people always bring it up but they never talk about how long Peter said it had been.

Sorry if this is long I just enjoy your blog and your thoughts. I wanted to share mine while also hearing it from your perspective. Hope you have a wonderful day, you deserve it!

This is a very tricky subject to handle, because the writers made mistakes in their own timeline so they switched things around.

But in the very first episode Stiles says that Derek is only a few years older than them. I always figured that Derek was around 19 in Season 1, while Stiles was 16.

The reason why they messed everything up so horribly is because they hadn't actually created a timeline for all the events when they started writing, and to me, it made the show feel like a fan fiction writer who was just making it up as they went and then all the reviewers were saying, "Hey, you have a few continuity errors," and instead of trying to make it work, they just made something up and didn't really try to go back and adjust anything.

There's a scene that happens when Stiles is asking Peter and Cora about Derek's past (Season 3, Episode 8 "Visionary"), and he is trying to find out how old they are, and this train wreck section of dialogue occurs:

Stiles: Okay, if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? ...How old are you now? Peter: Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think. Stiles: Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you? Cora: I'm seventeen. Stiles: See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people. Cora: Well, seventeen how you'd measure in years. Stiles: Alright, I'm just gonna drop it.

This dialogue made me so pissy when I heard it the first time because I knew that this was the writers' response to the viewers and fans. The fans are Stiles in this conversation, and the writers are Peter and Cora being purposely "frustratingly vague" in the hopes that we'll just "drop it", which a lot of us did because they wouldn't give us any straight answers.

They messed up and they know it.

In my head canon -- because it makes the most sense to me -- Derek is three years older than them. Canonically, Derek is actually only ten days older than me, as seen in this enhanced screencap right here (from Season 1, Episode 11, where Kate has him kidnapped and held up in chains):

So according to this he would have been around 22, about to turn 23 in the first season...but here's something to take into consideration. This driver's license isn't for California -- it's for New York. I have a theory that he got a professional fake I.D. so that he could do more jobs (such as bartending) while he was out of state.

Now, when Stiles mentions the fire was "like, ten years ago," I genuinely think that he was just generalizing. Derek was sixteen when Kate took advantage of him raped him, which means that the fire happened when Stiles was around twelve/thirteen (as he has a canonically April 8th birthday, so it all depends on the months).

Regarding anything Peter might have said...please remember that it has been firmly established in the show that Peter is an unreliable narrator. Stiles openly admits that to Cora in the previously mentioned Season 3, Episode 8, "Visionary".

A lot of these issues are because of the lack of consistency from the writers.

I think the biggest problem was when they cast a younger Peter and totally threw the timelines off, trying to make him only a few years older than Derek -- which he wasn't. Peter is Derek's uncle, for crying out loud! The man would have been in his late twenties, early thirties when Derek was a teen, barely looking any different than he does in the show...and yet the writers and producers thought that making him look almost like a teenager was the right call.

I do think it was a last ditch attempt to try and make Derek waaay older than Stiles because they didn't like the shipping -- but they had already established too much of their timeline at that point and simply messed up and didn't have the guts to admit it.

Simply put, I genuinely think Derek was nineteen and turned twenty during season one.

Hope that answers your questions, anon!

[conradscrime]

Homicide or Suicide? - Who Is "Becca"? Albuquerque or Bernalillo County Jane Doe

July 06, 2024

On June 3, 1991, a local truck driver named Eduardo Colin went to a Super 8 motel in Albuquerque, New Mexico. He rented a room for two people for that night. He was expected to check out the following morning, June 4, at 11am. Eduardo provided legitimate information when registering for the room, besides using a fake license plate number.

Eduardo was given Room 233.

On June 5, 1991, the motel staff realized that Eduardo had never checked out of the room, which he was supposed to do at least 24 hours prior. A security guard went to check the room but it had been locked from the inside.

Needing to use a screwdriver to get inside, a gruesome discovery was eventually made. At first, the security guard did not see anything strange, though there were multiple alcohol bottles on the table. He went into the bathroom and made the horrifying discovery of a woman hanging from the shower, an apparent suicide.

It appeared that the woman had hung herself using a suitcase strap. She had heroin in her system, and was believed to have died on June 3, two days prior, and the day Eduardo had checked into the motel.

The woman was severely decomposed. There was a photograph of a photo of her and another man in a photo booth. The man in the photo was identified as Eduardo by most of the motel employees. It is believed the photo was taken in a mall photo booth just before her death.

It took multiple years for Eduardo's family to be located. By the time they found his family, Eduardo had actually died himself, years prior from natural causes. Eduardo's family were shown the photograph and they confirmed that it was not actually him in the photo with the Jane Doe. They also claimed they had no idea who the woman was.

A scale was found in the motel room, on the table with the name "George Martinez" written on it. It's believed this scale was used to weigh packages of drugs, which probably makes sense as the woman had heroin in her system when she died.

Many speculate that the Jane Doe did not commit suicide, but rather Eduardo had something to do with her death, or she had overdosed on drugs. Eduardo had left the motel room at some point, and was never located again. It seems like Eduardo might be the only person who truly knows who the woman was and what happened to her.

It is suspicious that Eduardo's family denied that he was in the photo, when other employees had identified that it was him. The Jane Doe was found in Eduardo's motel room, so he must have known her. Was his family trying to cover something up?

There was a break in the case in March 2021, when investigator's received a tip that the Jane Doe's name may have been Becca and she may have been from Los Angeles County, specifically Reseda and Sylmar areas in California. Becca reportedly flew from LA or Burbank to Albuquerque.

Jane Doe or Becca had curly, strawberry blonde hair, hazel or grey eyes, was Caucasian, but possibly had Hispanic descent, with natural teeth and impacted wisdom teeth. She was estimated to be between 25-35 years old. She was 5'7 inches tall, and weighed 140 lbs.

She had multi-coloured bikini underwear, size M/6, multi-coloured Trends brand tank top, a white denim Guess Product by Georges Marciano brand pants with zippers near lower legs, three white metal earrings, and a wide metal silver/gold bracelet.

Found in the room was a brown suitcase containing women's clothing, a dark blue or black suede purse, a patterned pocketbook, $500 USD in cash, and the photo booth photo.

According to Reddit, the police are convinced it is a suicide, and that the Jane Doe was in the room by herself when this occurred. She locked herself in the room and then committed suicide when Eduardo left the room at some point. I would love to know if there's any footage of Eduardo leaving or if anyone saw anything. This would also explain why Eduardo hadn't taken the $500 and it was left in the room.

[swan2swan]

Okay, back to age speculation and lore:

I assume Brooklynn would be twenty if she had survived?

Because she helped Yaz in Texas, iirc, and that was fourteen months before the show. She might have traveled with one of her dads, but she seems more independent, and I think you need to be eighteen to drive yourself out of state.

Though I don't know if Texas and California have different laws, OR if she is actually from England, and if that is different.

Or maybe she just has a fake driver's license and is a Rebel like that.

I presume she was nineteen when she was attacked (MURDERED), because the casting call was for a nineteen-year-old.

Given the span of text messages (5/3/2022 - 9/30/2022), we can pin her birthday at some time between May and August.

UNLESS MY EVIDENCE IS FLAWED.

[vague-humanoid]

An underground website called OnlyFake is claiming to use “neural networks” to generate realistic looking photos of fake IDs for just $15, radically disrupting the marketplace for fake identities and cybersecurity more generally. This technology, which 404 Media has verified produces fake IDs nearly instantly, could streamline everything from bank fraud to laundering stolen funds.

In our own tests, OnlyFake created a highly convincing California driver's license, complete with whatever arbitrary name, biographical information, address, expiration date, and signature we wanted. The photo even gives the appearance that the ID card is laying on a fluffy carpet, as if someone has placed it on the floor and snapped a picture, which many sites require for verification purposes. 404 Media then used another fake ID generated by this site to successfully step through the identity verification process on OKX. OKX is a cryptocurrency exchange that has recently appeared in multiple court records because of its use by criminals.

[dreamties]

polyam! ghostface || chapter 1

A/n- Masterlist

tw: animal death, creepy behavior from Stu & implied assault!

series desc. Stu spares most of the details when he tells Billy about you. He spares maybe too much detail, as he tells Billy that he made a friend in the city and not the fact he met an honest to god serial murderer. He figures he’ll talk about that one when the topic arises.

Stu spares most of the details when he tells Billy about you. He spares maybe too much detail, as he tells Billy that he made a friend in the city and not the fact he met an honest to god serial murderer. He figures he’ll talk about that one when the topic arises. 

. . .

Their friendship begins in 1994. Well, not exactly. Stu is freshly 16 and finally has his drivers license. He only really needs it to get to the main part of town, at that point it’s easier walking everywhere. What’s a license and car good for if it spends most of its warranty stuck on the property? He thinks it’s bullshit. He’s also reckless and still a kid.

He decides, before he’s even fully confident in driving, to go to the nearest big city from Woodsboro. That means the roving hills of San Francisco. Maybe it terrifies him a little- not that he’ll admit it- but it’s thrilling, so he doesn’t take a U-turn back home.

He’s old enough that a few remarks and suave confidence usually gets him into places he shouldn’t be, along with a fake ID- and if that doesn’t work, a show of what’s in his wallet usually does the trick.

He meets you in a club. Or- Stu sees you from afar and thinks you’re cool, but doesn’t say hi. There’s this dangerous, nervy edge to you, that he enjoys simply observing. You’re different from these other party goers. He gets a drink and when he goes back to his seat in the corner to watch you, you’ve already slipped out the back door.

He never brings Billy up with him to the city- despite being good friends, maybe even best friends, if guys are allowed to do that sort of thing. Nothing makes Billy nervous. Nothing that Stu is aware of yet.

(Billy’s fine. He’s stone-walled and flirts with danger like it’s no one's business. And then his mom takes off in the middle of the night, with two hastily packed suitcases, leaving him alone. He’s 14 when this occurs. 

He’s freaked he’ll never be found again. A mothers love will go to any length to make sure their baby is okay- Billy’s not enough to make his mom love him.

He also hates leaving Woodsboro- that one is irrational. He doesn’t get it himself.)

Stu’s up late, flipping through channels, when he stops on the news. Another man is found with his throat slit in the SF Bay. Authorities aren’t sure if they’re connected yet. It’s too early to say, but it looks like California might have a new serial killer on the loose. That should scare Stu, he gets excited about the possibilities. He loves horror and he’s engrossed in slashers- he’s never thought how human blood must feel between his fingers. He gets giddy and has to calm himself down- he takes a hunting knife from his dad’s collection and skins a stray dog in the woods. 

He’s been up to the city a few times throughout the year since his brief- strangely exhilarating, yet fraughtless and boring- encounter with you. He hadn’t been back to that specific club though. There hasn’t been any more news about dead bodies- a part of him, a sick part, wishes there'd be more talk about it, more pictures. He wonders if he went up to the city and waded in the cold waters- if he��d find a dead body. Wonders what a dead person looks like up close. 

Woodsboro doesn’t have any killers or crazy crime. Though there has been an uptick in wild animal deaths.

It’s the end of the year, nearly. Which means he’s nearly 17. He’s at Billy’s dad’s apartment, while said dad is out working. He’s lying with his back on the bed, Billy half-listening to whatever moronic rambles Stu’s on about.

Billy sits on the floor, reorganizing a collection of comic books and CDs. He interrupts Stu, not looking up at him. “Have you ever thought about killing a person?”

It’s not very tactful- he learns to be better with that. Stu seems unfazed.

Stu shrugs. “Yeah, sure. Why you asking, man?”

He speaks like it’s easy to admit. 

Billy scowls to himself, thinking.

Stu disrupts that thought train, because of course he does. “It can’t be that different from killing animals.” Except he thinks it would be more fun. He’s getting excited. His hands itch and ache with the thought.

“Geez,” Billy lets out, too surprised. “That’s fucking ruthless, man.”

Stu sits up, just enough to turn his head to look at his friend. He twists his face, raising a brow in genuine confusion. “What?”

Billy gives him a look.

“What? You asked, dude.”

It’s a frustrating exchange- Billy laughs. Fucking laughs. It stirs on a reaction from the other boy. It so . . . fucked up and they’re laughing. This is a catalyst to their relationship.

“Stu, do you not see the issue?”

He gets a shrug and a wild grin in response. He smiles to himself and then turns to look at Stu, who’s fully sat up now, who looks onwards into his eyes, awaiting in intrigue, hanging onto Billy’s next word. It feels nice.

Billy tells Stu about a plan he has. Stu’s on board with little questions asked. Perhaps no real questions asked- he asks about the methods, if they would get to wear some sort of costume like they do in film, he asks when do they start like this was an interview for a job. He doesn’t ask Billy why he wants this.

Shortly after his seventeenth birthday, Stu goes back up to the club. He gets a short sort of vague warning from his mom to be careful- that there’s an investigation going on for recent killings in the area. He doesn’t say this- but he knows. He’s been obsessed with watching the news. It’s usually on late night that new stuff is announced. He guesses it makes sense- it’s not really daytime media, a daytime event. He’s kept track of each man found dumped in the water, evidence drained clean. Suspect still at large. A pattern that still needs to be found.

He doesn’t say it- but he has clippings taped on his wall from The San Francisco Chronicle, detailing how the victims were killed. How skin with jagged edges came to be, how likely it was that some of the men hadn’t even died yet before being pushed to the water. Bleeding out and struggling to swim up in freezing temperatures. Whoever was behind this knew what they were doing.

He goes up to the city knowing this- and partially because of it. He doesn’t think at all about you, though. He’s mostly forgotten about you by now. He’s more focused on the future killing of Maureen Prescott towards the end of the school year.

He goes to this club because he knows it’s easier to get into than some of the other ones he’s been to over the past year. He gets a drink and people watches in the corner. He doesn’t really care to join in with dancing or chatting girls up. He’s had enough of french kissing guys in empty bathrooms. He can do most things here that he’d have more fun doing in Woodsboro.

Except maybe kissing guys- but that was tiring. The only boy he wanted to kiss was his best friend, anyway.

He notices you out of the corner of his eye. You’re having a verbal altercation with an older man- it’s quiet, he only recognizes it for what it is because you push him away, and your face is scowling, and your hands are shaking. He recognizes a split-second of darkness in your eyes, not far off from how Billy looked, when they were sat in Stu’s room, pinkies brushing against each other, as they talked and looked at the massacre of clippings on his walls.

The man is pushy, angry. Stu doesn’t think to step in at first. Shit happens. He’s not about to mess with things. He quite likes watching it, anyway. Which is fucked up, Billy would let him know that- he’s Stu’s moral compass. He feels a sort of jealousy seeing you pushed out the back door, into the alley. It perks him up from his glass, he abandons it in his corner spot. He follows the interaction in quick steps. 

The alleyway is a maze. It doesn’t empty out neatly into a long stretch. He has to turn the corner before he’s actually in it. That’s where he sees you. 

You’re pressed against the wall; not struggling anymore, but your body still shakes at the edges. The man is slumped over your frame. He’s violently pushed to the ground- and this is- it’s dangerous. 

Stu could very well be dead now.

You’re standing there panting and holding a bloody knife as you catch your breath over the body of a dead man.

You hear Stu take a few steps forward, your head shooting up with wide eyes.

“Oh, shit.” The two teens say in sync. 

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Gideon Taaffe at MMFA:

Right-wing media are desperately trying to paint Tim Walz as a radical liberal in the days since Vice President Kamala Harris announced the Minnesota governor as her running mate. Some have focused on Walz passing a bill in Minnesota that allowed undocumented immigrants to obtain a driver’s license, falsely claiming that Walz favors “open borders,” voting rights for undocumented immigrants, and “America last” policies. In reality, the bill plans to increase road safety and is supported by law enforcement agencies, and 18 other states have similar laws. 

In 2023 as governor, Walz passed a bill that allowed residents of Minnesota to get driver’s licenses regardless of immigration status. According to The Associated Press, supporters of this bill claimed that it would promote road safety and lead to more people driving with auto insurance. The bill was supported by law enforcement agencies and faith groups as well as immigrant rights advocates. [The Associated Press, 9/7/23]

This type of bill is increasingly commonplace — Minnesota was the 19th state to adopt a law that allows undocumented immigrants to obtain a driver’s license. The National Conference of State Legislatures has tracked similar legislation in California, Colorado, Connecticut, Delaware, Hawaii, Illinois, Maryland, Massachusetts, Nevada, New Jersey, New Mexico, New York, Oregon, Rhode Island, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, Washington, and the District of Columbia. [NCSL, 3/13/23]

Right-wing media whip up their fake outrage campaign against Tim Walz, this time with attacks on signing a bill into law (HF4) that permits undocumented immigrants to obtain drivers licenses.

[ajmakoko]

Summary of what may have happened: Trump is a Russian asset working for Putin (see American Kompromat by journalist Craig Unger or Active Measures documentary with Hillary Clinton). Trump stole election software in 2020 (see below). Starlink, Elon's satellite company was installed in voting tabulation machines across the country. In September, Politco had an investigation finding Russian malware on a state voter registration database. Also there were malicious fake texts and fake DNC organizations likely fishing voter info. Elon and Trump are working together. Elon had results of election on an app 4 hours before official counts had it. They will release more info admitting their fraud because they are a Russian asset trying to start a civil war here (speculation).

Also speculation, and please do your own citizen journalism, are reports of widespread ballot rejection, especially for signatures. There are articles claiming already that it is because GenZ does not know cursive - except the signature simply must match your driver's license. It's not a cursive writing test.

https://fortune.com/2024/11/07/gen-z-voters-basic-skill-signing-names-vote-counting-chaos-election-official/

https://www.businessinsider.com/gen-z-voters-struggle-signatures-cast-mail-ballot-problems-2024-11

Imo Russia did a 3 pronged attack: ballot signature denials for younger leftists, especially college students; tabulation manipulation; and text fishing which especially impacted 45-65 year olds who aren't as internet scam savvy but still have access to phones and use them.

News Links

https://www.opensecrets.org/news/2024/10/pro-trump-dark-money-network-tied-to-elon-musk-behind-fake-pro-harris-campaign-scheme/

Fishing scam to get voter info tied to Elon Musk

https://slate.com/news-and-politics/2024/03/trump-infiltrate-voting-machines-georgia-2020.html

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/show/inside-georgias-effort-to-secure-voting-machines-as-experts-raise-concerns

Trump campaign stole software from voting machines in 2020

https://www.reddit.com/r/worldnewsvideo/comments/1gnxqmw/elon_musks_company_starlink_praised_by_tulare/

Starlink was used this election

nbcnews.com/news/ncna1112436

'Online and vulnerable': Experts find nearly three dozen U.S. voting systems connected to internet

politico.com/news/2024/09/01/us-election-software-national-security-threats-00176615

Russian malware found in voter registration database

Personal Testimony from the Literal Foreign Assets Trying to Kill Us

https://grabien.com/story.php?id=499986

Joe Rogan says Elon had data for election results on his phone 4 hours before official counts via a personal app

https://www.newsweek.com/russian-state-tv-airs-melania-trumps-nudes-primetime-1982683

" [Melania, naked] lying on a blue carpet with the U.S. seal, as though the editors of lthe men’s magazine knew something in advance about the future of their model."

They are just confirming she’s their asset.

youtube.com/live/HBPNfAUPz08?si=PZQa_D_wbN9VoA6y

In the first minute, Trump says:

"Your votes are rigged. We can win New Mexico."

"Too Big to Rig" (Russian sarcasm)

"If you can watch your vote counter, if we can bring God down from heaven (he's referencing Starlink), we can win this, win California, win a lot of states."

youtu.be/Zmc0EN8XAY8?si=5u_mJNte37r4JmUb

"Our little secret is having a big impact"

[landboundstar]

From Ghoulies And Ghosties Part 6

People tend to forget that I had studied magic with Zatanna's father.

It was hard to picture, especially since I didn't have the whole stage magic gig.

He was calm, supportive, a respected Justice League member.

And I was the thorn in their side normally.

But I had picked up a lot from the old man and his lessons. Lying with the truth. Hiding my magic and rituals right under their noses. Being unapologetically myself. Asking forgiveness rather than permission when it came to dealing with a crisis without backup.

He taught me that.

And spells.

I dropped a bag of clothes on the bed, nostalgically pulling memories of the spell to mind. Grease paint and stage lights and a hug from a red nosed Zatanna in pajamas as she recovered from the flu.

I stripped out of my clothes and said the magic words.

"Eb A Lrig."

Looking in the mirror, I thought I'd done pretty good, even if it had been years since I'd pulled it off. It would have been easier if I had just switched with no major alterations. But even with the tweaks, it was a familiar process. Hiding the tattoos, adding long hair, losing a couple inches of height to add some curves instead. I could have tried to look like Zatanna or Dinah or a dozen other people. But that would have meant acting like them too.

Instead, I looked like a slightly punk version of Tinkerbell. And that meant I could act however I wanted. As long as I didn't act too much like myself and give any tells.

I'd gone for a conservative club dress, the type that covered my ass when I sat, with a leather jacket over top, and thick soled boots.

I was not going to make the mistake of running in skyscaper heels again.

But I still had a few touches to add.

A second bag on the bed had makeup, and I put it on, playing with the eye shadow, swearing at the mascara wand, and finishing off with lipstick, surrounded by familiar scents and smells that I normally associated with Zee.

I looked in the mirror one last time and then packed a little clutch with all the essentials. Cash, cigarettes, condoms, a fake ID, a few amulets, salt, a lighter, and a few other bits and bobs that made casting just a touch easier.

Then, it was late enough that I decided it was time for me to earn my keep on Gotham's streets.

It wasn't a long walk to the Iceberg Lounge, but I kept my eyes peeled and my hand close to a lovely bit of magical protection I was passing off as a necklace. Not probably for the reason any other girl out earning her keep at this hour was looking around sharply, but all the better to look for a signature or something material that would help unravel what was going on with the extra magic in Gotham and who was putting it there. Because unless I knew that and the why, there was bloody nothing I could do to help.

And that was assuming that was the only threat I'd been hired to look into. I mean, I could get lucky and be chasing an arrogant twat who didn't feel the need to back up their plan.

But if it were me, I'd have a cover for my actual reasons and would be making sure all eyes were on that and not whatever I really wanted.

Of course, I'm a cynical bastard.

The bouncer glanced at the California driver's license and then back at me. Maybe I didn't look like a Tiffany. But he unfastened the rope and I wiggled my ass inside and made my way to the bar.

Once I ordered a drink, I fiddled with an earring while I looked around, and traced out the last bit of the spell.

A spell that was pretty much a magical earbud, letting me filter out and listen to anything tied to Bruce, especially any plans against him.

After all, people like to talk about plans. What they plan to do, who they plan to be. Go through most bars and a dozen people will be planning something, whether it's a booty call or what they'll say at the big interview. 

And Penguin was a businessman with plans for Gotham. He might draw similar individuals to him.

I sipped at a pretty blue highball that had gin somewhere in the mix and listened for a while to irritated execs and socialite machinations detachedly on my high class stakeout.

Until the spell hit a bit of technical conversation about microchips and adrenaline and a protective spell shorted out my listening device.

Annoyed, I set my drink down, and rubbed my ear. Bloody Christ, I was glad that it had just shorted the spell and not triggered anything spectacular like fire or a summoning favor. 

"Something wrong?"

I turned and smiled up, the snippet of conversation turning around in my head.

"Not at all. Buy you a drink?"

[expresdl24hrs]

Getting a driver's license is now easy with an online application process and an effective customer support system. Buy California driver license now to get a permit to hit the road across not only California, but other USA destinations. Counterfeit licenses are also available with real ones. There are options for full-type licenses for skilled drivers alongside provisional versions for new learners. The driving cards have advanced features and lucrative benefits in an affordable price range.

[landboundstar-writing]

Of Ghoulies And Ghosties Part 6

From my main blog and AO3. Please tip. And reblog. And please, no minors. Content warning for violence, swearing, and adult content

People tend to forget that I had studied magic with Zatanna's father.

It was hard to picture, especially since I didn't have the whole stage magic gig.

He was calm, supportive, a respected Justice League member.

And I was the thorn in their side normally.

But I had picked up a lot from the old man and his lessons. Lying with the truth. Hiding my magic and rituals right under their noses. Being unapologetically myself. Asking forgiveness rather than permission when it came to dealing with a crisis without backup.

He taught me that.

And spells.

I dropped a bag of clothes on the bed, nostalgically pulling memories of the spell to mind. Grease paint and stage lights and a hug from a red nosed Zatanna in pajamas as she recovered from the flu.

I stripped out of my clothes and said the magic words.

"Eb A Lrig."

Looking in the mirror, I thought I'd done pretty good, even if it had been years since I'd pulled it off. It would have been easier if I had just switched with no major alterations. But even with the tweaks, it was a familiar process. Hiding the tattoos, adding long hair, losing a couple inches of height to add some curves instead. I could have tried to look like Zatanna or Dinah or a dozen other people. But that would have meant acting like them too.

Instead, I looked like a slightly punk version of Tinkerbell. And that meant I could act however I wanted. As long as I didn't act too much like myself and give any tells.

I'd gone for a conservative club dress, the type that covered my ass when I sat, with a leather jacket over top, and thick soled boots.

I was not going to make the mistake of running in skyscraper heels again.

But I still had a few touches to add.

A second bag on the bed had makeup, and I put it on, playing with the eye shadow, swearing at the mascara wand, and finishing off with lipstick, surrounded by familiar scents and smells that I normally associated with Zee.

I looked in the mirror one last time and then packed a little clutch with all the essentials. Cash, cigarettes, condoms, a fake ID, a few amulets, salt, a lighter, and a few other bits and bobs that made casting just a touch easier.

Then, it was late enough that I decided it was time for me to earn my keep on Gotham's streets.

It wasn't a long walk to the Iceberg Lounge, but I kept my eyes peeled and my hand close to a lovely bit of magical protection I was passing off as a necklace. Not probably for the reason any other girl out earning her keep at this hour was looking around sharply, but all the better to look for a signature or something material that would help unravel what was going on with the extra magic in Gotham and who was putting it there. Because unless I knew that and the why, there was bloody nothing I could do to help.

And that was assuming that was the only threat I'd been hired to look into. I mean, I could get lucky and be chasing an arrogant twat who didn't feel the need to back up their plan.

But if it were me, I'd have a cover for my actual reasons and would be making sure all eyes were on that and not whatever I really wanted.

Of course, I'm a cynical bastard.

The bouncer glanced at the California driver's license and then back at me. Maybe I didn't look like a Tiffany. But he unfastened the rope and I wiggled my ass inside and made my way to the bar.

Once I ordered a drink, I fiddled with an earring while I looked around, and traced out the last bit of the spell.

A spell that was pretty much a magical earbud, letting me filter out and listen to anything tied to Bruce, especially any plans against him.

After all, people like to talk about plans. What they plan to do, who they plan to be. Go through most bars and a dozen people will be planning something, whether it's a booty call or what they'll say at the big interview. 

And Penguin was a businessman with plans for Gotham. He might draw similar individuals to him.

I sipped at a pretty blue highball that had gin somewhere in the mix and listened for a while to irritated execs and socialite machinations detachedly on my high class stakeout.

Until the spell hit a bit of technical conversation about microchips and adrenaline and a protective spell shorted out my listening device.

Annoyed, I set my drink down, and rubbed my ear. Bloody Christ, I was glad that it had just shorted the spell and not triggered anything spectacular like fire or a summoning favor. 

"Something wrong?"

I turned and smiled up, the snippet of conversation turning around in my head.

"Not at all. Buy you a drink?"

[houseofbrat]

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In 2019, the real William Woods was homeless, living in Los Angeles. He went to a branch of the national bank and explained that he recently discovered someone was using his credit and had accumulated a lot of debt. Woods didn’t want to pay the debt and asked to know the account numbers for any accounts he had open at the bank so he could close them. Woods gave the bank employee his real Social Security card and an authentic California Identification card, which matched the information the bank had on file. Because there was a large amount of money in the accounts, the bank employee asked Woods a series of security questions that he was unable to answer. The bank employee called Keirans, whose the phone number was connected to the accounts. He answered the security questions correctly and said no one in California should have access to the accounts. The employee called the Los Angeles Police Department, and officers spoke with Woods and Keirans. Keirans faxed the Los Angeles officers a copy of Woods’ Social Security card and birth certificate, as well as a Wisconsin driver’s license Keirans had acquired under Woods’ name. The driver’s license had the name William David Woods — David is Keirans’ real middle name — rather than William Donald Woods. When questioned, Keiran told an LAPD officer he sometimes used David as a middle name, but his real name was William Donald Woods. The real Woods was arrested and charged with identity theft and false impersonation, under a misspelling of Keirans’ name: Matthew Kierans. Because Woods continued to insist, throughout the judicial process, that he was William Woods and not Matthew Kierans, a judge ruled in February 2020 that he was not mentally competent to stand trial and he was sent to a mental hospital in California, where he received psychotropic medication and other mental health treatment. In March 2021, Woods pleaded no contest to the identity theft charges — meaning he accepted the conviction but did not admit guilt. He was sentenced to two years imprisonment with credit for the two years he already served in the county jail and the hospital and was released. He was also ordered to pay $400 in fines and to stop using the name William Woods. He did not stop. Woods continued to attempt to regain his identity by filing customer disputes with financial organizations in an attempt to clear his credit report. He also reached out to multiple law enforcement agencies, including the Hartland Police Department in Wisconsin, where Keirans lived.

[verycleverboy]

I dunno, buddy...

If you can't tell the difference between one of your potential assassins and a superfan who just happens to be kitted out like one, maybe you're not living your best life. Per CNN:

A man was arrested on state gun charges Saturday near Donald Trump’s rally in California, but the former president “was not in any danger,” the US Secret Service said in a joint statement with the FBI and the Department of Justice. The man, who authorities say was illegally possessing a shotgun, a loaded handgun and a high-capacity magazine, was able to gain access to an initial perimeter near the rally in Coachella, Riverside County Sheriff Chad Bianco said Sunday. Once the man, identified by the sheriff as 49-year-old Vem Miller of Las Vegas, made it to the second perimeter, authorities realized some “irregularities,” Bianco said. The interior of the car was in disarray, the vehicle was unregistered, and it had a fake license plate, according to Bianco. Miller was in possession of multiple driver’s licenses and passports with different names, according to Bianco. It is unclear why Miller was in the area, according to Bianco, who said Miller claimed to be a journalist to gain entry to the rally.[...] Miller denied any claims of attempting to harm Trump, telling Fox News Digital on Sunday that he reported the guns to authorities at the checkpoint to enter the rally and that he always travels with the weapons. He said he is “100% a Trump supporter.” In a video posted to his Rumble account early Monday morning, Miller said Trump “has been near and dear to our hearts because he is one of the only individuals that I have seen have the courage to actually stand up to this tyranny I’ve seen against we the people.” Two federal officials told CNN there is no evidence at this time to indicate that Miller was attempting to assassinate the former president.

(full article)

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[mentalityenvm]

MUSI SONG LIST

Playlist: 7C ⏯️ AnxiaZoid Liminalgia

Duration: 7 Hours 17 Minutes

Date Version: 9 September 2023

7C▶️01: Tim Ayre - I Want It

7C▶️02: Omar Rudberg - It Takes A Fool To Remain Sane

7C▶️03: COIN - Loving

7C▶️04: Cults - Always Forever

7C▶️05: Giulio Cercato/Kiana - Save Me

7C▶️06: COIN - Take A Picture

7C▶️07: Willowsmith - Wait a Minute!

7C▶️08: VACATIONS - Anything Could Happen

7C▶️09: VACATIONS - On Hold

7C▶️10: VACATIONS - Friends

7C▶️11: VACATIONS - Young

7C▶️12: VACATIONS - Relax

7C▶️13: Willowsmith - 4ever

7C▶️14: Wallows - Hurts Me

7C▶️15: Cults - Most Wanted

7C▶️16: ABBA - Chiquitita

7C▶️17: Remi Wolf - Disco Man

7C▶️18: Dayglow - Fair Game

7C▶️19: Paramore - Fake Happy

7C▶️20: Waterparks - Telephone

7C▶️21: Cults - Go Outside

7C▶️22: VACATIONS - Telephones

7C▶️23: VACATIONS - Honey

7C▶️24: COIN - Killing Me

7C▶️25: COIN - Take The Stairs

7C▶️26: Zack Tabudlo - Habang Buhay

7C▶️27: Beegees - Night Fever

7C▶️28: Beegees - How Deep is Your Love?

7C▶️29: FLOR - Heart

7C▶️30: Chairlift - I Belong In Your Arms

7C▶️31: Frances Forever - Space Girl

7C▶️32: Princess Chelsea - Cigarette Duet

7C▶️33: Beach House - Space Song

7C▶️34: Cemeteries - I Will Run Away From You

7C▶️35: Remi Wolf - Hello Hello Hello

7C▶️36: Gracie Abrams - Twenty-One

7C▶️37: PREP - Leaning On You

7C▶️38: The Smiths - This Night Has Opened Up My Eyes

7C▶️39: VACATIONS - Panache

7C▶️40: COIN - Cutie

7C▶️41: Billy Joel - Zanzibar

7C▶️42: Polo & Pan - Feel Good

7C▶️43: Princess Chelsea - Love My Boyfriend

7C▶️44: Fleetwood Mac - The Chain

7C▶️45: NIL

7C▶️46: Flyleaf - I’m So Sick

7C▶️47: KIDSNOT$AINTS. - Daydreamer

7C▶️48: KIDSNOT$AINTS. - Love, Always

7C▶️49: Gus Dapperton - Prune, You Talk Funny

7C▶️50: The Black Skirts - Everything

7C▶️51: 4 Non Blondes - What’s Up

7C▶️52: Dominic Fike - Three Nights

7C▶️53: Busted - Air Hostess

7C▶️54: Flora Cash - You’re Somebody Else

7C▶️55: Sture Zutterberg - Paper Bag

7C▶️56: Omar Apollo - The Two Of Us

7C▶️57: Olivia Rodrigo - Deja Vu

7C▶️58: COIN - It Works

7C▶️59: Beegees - More Than A Woman

7C▶️60: Chase White/Jimmy Burney - When It Feels Right

7C▶️61: Tim Ayre - Mexican Holiday

7C▶️62: Duncan Laurence/FLETCHER - Arcade

7C▶️63: Yuki Saito - Yours

7C▶️64: Beegees - Stayin’ Alive

7C▶️65: GAYLE - abcdefu

7C▶️66: P!nk - Perfect

7C▶️67: Mary J Blige, Will Smith - Got To Be Real

7C▶️68: Junko Ohashi - Crystal City

7C▶️69: 5WEST - Anything Can Happen

7C▶️70: 5WEST - Last Time

7C▶️71: 5WEST - One Shot

7C▶️72: Beegees - Alone

7C▶️73: Tim Ayre - California Dreamin’

7C▶️74: Tim Ayre - Find You

7C▶️75: NIL

7C▶️76: Player - Baby Come Back

7C▶️77: DeBarge - I Like It

7C▶️78: Beegees - Stayin’ Alive

7C▶️79: The Regrettes - California Friends

7C▶️80: PREP - Cheapest Flight

7C▶️81: PREP - Speaking Silence

7C▶️82: Beegees - To Love Somebody

7C▶️83: The Kooks - Junk Of The Heart (Happy)

7C▶️84: Mac DeMarco - Chamber Of Reflection

7C▶️85: Cigarettes After Sex - Affection

7C▶️86: Sure Sure - Good Thing

7C▶️87: HYBS - Dancing With My Phone

7C▶️88: Tim Ayre - Modern Life

7C▶️89: Oasis - Live Forever

7C▶️90: Jack Johnson - Upside Down

7C▶️91: Lenny Kravitz - It Ain’t Over ‘Till it’s Over

7C▶️92: Big Thief - Simulation Swarm

7C▶️93: Skylar Spence - Fiona Coyne

7C▶️94: NIL

7C▶️95: Olivia Rodrigo - Brutal

7C▶️96: Olivia Rodrigo - Happier

7C▶️97: Olivia Olson/Niki Yang/Hynden Walch - Time Adventure

7C▶️98: Charles Bradley - Change for The World

7C▶️99: Dayglow - Strangers

7C▶️100: Olivia Rodrigo - Driver’s License

7C▶️101: Pink Floyd - Time

7C▶️102: Röyksopp - Happy Up Here

7C▶️103: Foster The People - Chin Up Music For The Unsuspecting Hero

7C▶️104: Amy Macdonald - Mr. Rock & Roll

7C▶️105: COIN - Brad Pitt

7C▶️106: COIN - Babe Ruth

7C▶️107: Twice - The Feels

7C▶️108: Conan Gray - Overdrive

7C▶️109: Conan Gray - Maniac

7C▶️110: COIN - Heart Eyes

7C▶️111: Conan Gray - Wish You Were Sober

7C▶️112: Mitski - Nobody, No

7C▶️113: Omar Rudberg - Alla Ba Ouff

7C▶️114: Remi Wolf - Liz

7C▶️115: Rosie Okumura - I’m So In Love With Me

7C▶️116: Paramore - Ain’t It Fun

7C▶️117: Mr. Kitty - After Dark

7C▶️118: Stephen Sanchez/Em Beihold - Until I Found You

7C▶️119: John Maus - Do Your Best

7C▶️120: Galaxy Fingers - Cynically Sweet

7C▶️121: COIN - I Think I Met You in a Dream

7C▶️122: Last Dinosaurs - Collect Call

7C▶️123: IV of Spades - Captivated