#interim bail

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Allu Arjun's Lawyers Consider Legal Action Over Delay In Release From Jail Despite High Court Order | People News

Hyderabad:  Tollywood actor Allu Arjun’s lawyers plan to initiate legal action over his “illegal detention” despite the High Court’s orders to release him immediately.  After Allu Arjun’s release from Chanchalguda Jail on Saturday morning, his lawyer Ashok Reddy told media that he was kept in illegal detention despite Jail authorities receiving order copy from the High Court. The lawyer said the…

[legally-information]

In a significant and humanitarian legal decision, the Punjab and Haryana High Court has granted interim bail to a pregnant prisoner accused under the Narcotic Drugs and Psychotropic Substances (NDPS) Act. This interim bail extends up to a year postpartum, acknowledging the critical need for compassionate treatment of pregnant women and new mothers, even when they face serious charges. The Court’s decision underscores a pivotal shift towards considering the health and well-being of both the mother and the child, regardless of the severity of the alleged crimes.

Conclusion

The Punjab and Haryana High Court’s decision to grant interim bail to a pregnant prisoner accused under the NDPS Act represents a significant and humane advancement in the Indian legal system. By prioritizing the health and well-being of pregnant women and new mothers, the Court has set a precedent that underscores the importance of compassion and discretion in the administration of justice. This decision aligns with both national and international standards for the treatment of women in custody, highlighting the need for a balanced approach that safeguards individual rights while upholding the rule of law. As the legal landscape continues to evolve, this ruling serves as a reminder of the critical importance of ensuring that justice is not only served but also tempered with humanity and empathy.

[distinctlywhumpthing]

In League – Bath

Masterlist

Late-19th century, indentured servitude, past-noncon implied, power imbalance, carewhumper/sympathetic whumper dynamics. Beta read by @alittlewhump!

August presses himself into the corner. 

As far as he can get from the old copper soaking tub Midge filled with hot water, pitcher by pitcher, from the proper one down the hall. Wyatt knew this would be an ordeal and wanted to save August and the rest of the house from it transpiring in the shared washroom. 

He already took off his jacket and waistcoat to work at his desk earlier. His sleeves rolled up and held in place by the stays so they wouldn’t get marked by ink. But he finished all the books an hour ago. 

Time to get this over with. 

August shakes his head as soon as Wyatt meets his eyes. 

“It’s all right.” He keeps his distance, pushes the chair a little closer to his desk. Straightens the papers hanging over the edge before looking back at August. “It’s just a bath.” 

The younger boy trembles. “P-please, sir—” He’s trying not to cry, swiping at his cheeks with the too-long sleeves of his borrowed shirt, pushing out his chin determinedly. “I’ll wash with the basin and cloth. Please—”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Wyatt says, taking a small step to the side. Even though it puts him no closer to August, the boy cringes at the movement. “The doctor said a proper bath. We’ve already delayed two more days.” 

August eyes the tub over Wyatt’s shoulder. He presses his lips together and shakes his head. “Please, sir. I can’t…” 

“What would you have me do?” He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. “I’ve already—oh, August. August, lad.” 

He cries in earnest now, hiccuping quiet sobs, and gives up wiping the tears away, arms wrapped around his middle instead. Holding himself as though he might fall to pieces. “I-I-I-can’t, I can’t, s-s-sir. I’m sorry—”

Wyatt tries to move closer and August yelps, sticking both hands out, palms forward in defense. With nowhere to go since he’s cornered himself, his sobs only grow more ragged. 

He’s no good at calming himself, not when Wyatt’s standing right there and could do it for him. He got by on his own many, many times but it’s different now he’s tasted the very warmth and comfort he spent all that time wanting, craving, needing. 

“August—” 

“Nnnonono—” Wyatt can’t get near him and he’s swiftly becoming hysterical, hands still outstretched, sobs racking through him so he shakes on the spot. His eyes are glued to the tub, barely even seeing Wyatt except as an extension of the threat. 

Wyatt steps aside to sit on the foot of his bed and the crying falters. In truth, he’s closer to August now, just an arm’s reach away, but the footboard between them like an iron fence is enough to lessen the threat. 

“C’mere. Come sit with me.” He holds out his hand and waits, doesn’t need to push. Bullying will only make August more desperate and wild. Patience finds the path of least resistance. He’s done it enough times, earned the trust of all the others, one by one, inch by inch.  

It takes another moment and then August’s cool fingers grasp his. He lets himself be reeled in to stand in front of Wyatt. His face is all ruddy, cheeks wet enough that Wyatt can’t catch sight of the new tears once they fall from his lower lashes. 

“All’s right, lad. All will be right,” Wyatt pulls him into his lap, settling the waif of a boy on one thigh. He couldn’t—nor would he ever—do this with any of the others but this one seems to find himself the exception in a steadily rising number of situations. 

August is shaking, eyes unfocused like he has nothing to see now that he can’t watch the tub. He gasps and hiccups, trying to stop himself crying. 

“You must breathe, lamb. Evenly, in and out.” Wyatt places a hand on the center of his chest. “Come now or you’ll faint,” he chides. 

He manages a shaky exhale.

“That’s it.” Wyatt pushes some of the matted waves off his forehead. How might he react to the suggestion of a haircut to keep the hair from falling into his eyes so much? He tucks another tangled lock behind August’s ear and leaves his hand there, thumb stroking his temple. “There you go, in and out.” 

As soon as he recovers his breath, he starts apologising, gripping Wyatt’s forearm with both hands. “I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, I—”

“Hush. Hush, now.” He pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket. “Dry your tears. All’s right.”

August obeys, sniffling. His hands fall to his lap, twisting the square of fabric around one fingertip, avoiding Wyatt’s gaze. Uncertain what to do with himself when he isn’t permitted to grovel. 

Wyatt lifts his chin with a crooked finger and thumb. “The most favourable course is if you go willingly. For both our sakes.” 

He only blinks at him with those wide, shining eyes. All the fight gone.

“I’d much rather be proud of you than have to force you.” August bites his lip, like he’s thinking it over but Wyatt knows he found an in. The boy is as hungry for praise as he is for a gentle touch. “I believe you can manage it.” 

August flushes, even more swayed by the slightest confidence in his capabilities. “Yes, sir.” 

His next task will be coaxing August to drop the loathsome honorifics. 

“Come on. There’s a good lad.” He keeps an arm around August to lead him to the tub, which he hopes is holding its heat beside the fire. 

August goes rigid as soon as Wyatt steps forward, digging in his heels until his stocking feet slide on the hardwood. But he doesn’t twist away. He lets himself be pulled, trembling but with his mouth set in a determined line. At the edge of the carpet, he trips into Wyatt and stays there, pressing against his side, as he finally looks into the water. It’s milky white from the soap, little bubbles resting among the foam on the surface. 

Wyatt takes one of his hands and, with a gentle tug, lowers their entwined fingers to the water. August gasps and Wyatt lets him pull both of their hands away. “Sir, it’s warm.” 

“So it is.” 

“But…” He looks back and forth to the tub, brow furrowed.

“Certainly you’ve had a hot bath before.”

He shakes his head. 

“I would have thought a house like Elmwood had all the latest fittings even in the servant’s washroom.” 

“Of course, sir.” He drops his eyes, gaze circling the oval edge of the tub. His grip on Wyatt’s hand tightens subtly before relaxing again.“But I didn’t wish to take it from anyone else or be greedy.”

He can picture young August never asking for a second helping, taking cold baths. Quietly and diligently going about his work, constantly in fear of losing his place. Only to wind up with Keats. He had a reputation for being ruthless. How that might devolve when he had absolute power over someone, Wyatt didn’t like to imagine. August already demonstrated enough of its consequences to paint an abhorrent picture. 

Wyatt wishes to tell him he’s finally found a place he doesn’t have to earn, where he’ll be safe. Where he can stay as long as he chooses. Same as all the others, each needing it desperately in one way or another. He’d never be able to hear it now. 

He squeezes the younger boy’s shoulder. “You’re too good for your own good, lad.” August’s still too fixated on the looming task to give Wyatt more than an obedient hum of agreement. They had better get on before he abandons his stoic determination. 

August seems to lose himself as he undresses, movements slowing the further he gets. Wyatt assures him he can leave on his drawers but he only nods numbly, crossing his shaking arms over his bare torso. 

“Look at me.” He ducks his head to catch August’s eyes. “I’ll not hurt you, I mean to keep that promise.”

“I—” He bites his lip and nods.

“All right?” 

The boy dips his head again.  

“Shall I help you?” 

He nods, though Wyatt wonders how much of that is just a reflex. He lifts him under the arms gently to lower him—

August cries out before he even touches water, twisting and flailing until his hands and feet find purchase. Wyatt bears the assault, afraid of causing injury if he simply drops him like a stone, until August eventually manages to wrap himself around him. 

It takes a moment to find his voice. “Are you quite finished?” 

They must look a sight. August clings to him so tightly, he doesn't need to be held, leaving Wyatt’s arms free to hold away from his sides if only to reduce their contact by some modicum. After all the prior upsets, he doesn’t give a damn about having Wyatt between his legs at this moment. 

August buries his face in Wyatt’s neck. “I’m s-sorry—I don’t—I’m sorry,” he whispers breathlessly. Wyatt feels his tears beginning to dampen the points of contact between their skin. 

He lies a hand on August’s bare back, rubbing circles once the boy stops holding his breath like he’s expecting a blow. “Need I remind you how capable you are of facing this?” He can feel August’s heart hammering against his chest so he keeps his voice low. “I’ve witnessed you staring down a whole room, with your hands tied no less.” He holds August under one thigh and reaches behind his back to uncross the opposite foot. “I was impressed by the fight in you, the fire in your eyes.” 

August lets him straighten the leg and ease it into the water. He tightens his arms around Wyatt’s neck and stops breathing but doesn't struggle. Wyatt follows suit with the next so August is more or less standing in the tub. 

“I know you to be brave...” 

August yelps when his wounded hip meets the water, panting against Wyatt’s neck, arms still like iron to keep himself there. Wyatt doesn’t stop until he’s up to his chest in the water, following to kneel beside him on the canvas sheet Midge laid to protect the carpet. 

“As brave as any of those wolves downstairs. Maybe you’re not a lamb after all…” August huffs against his neck and Wyatt smiles. He dips a cloth into the soapy water and runs it across August’s back, eliciting a shiver.

Wyatt washes most of what he can reach with the younger boy still clinging to him before August lifts his head. He straightens slowly, as though a sudden movement might change everything. His face is flushed and his hands shake fiercely when he releases them from behind Wyatt’s neck. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with them, fears touching the very water he sits in.

“All right. All’s right.” Wyatt cups the side of his face as his breath starts to quicken. “Just look at me, August. There you go, that’s it.” He presses the cloth into one of August’s hands, closing his fingers around it for him. “Come now, you’ve done this before.” 

He bites his lips together as he submerges his hand while the other still hovers, trembling above the water. Wyatt catches his fingers and brings them to rest on the edge of the tub. August grips it immediately, knuckles turning white.

“You already smell like a rose,” Wyatt tells him, wiping a smudge off the side of his neck. 

August huffs again, flushing even redder than he already is in the warm bath. He doubles down on biting his lip in a way that makes Wyatt wonder if it might be to hide a smile. A prize for another time.   

“All that’s left is your hair.”  

His Adam’s apple dips as he swallows. 

“You can hold onto me and lean your head back.” When August only blinks at him, he adds, “unless you want to go under.”

He shakes his head, expression crumpling at the mere mention. “Please—”

“You’re all right.” Wyatt steels himself and takes both of his hands, bringing them back to his shoulders. “Just hold onto me.” As expected, August does so in a way that would make it nearly impossible for Wyatt not to submerge himself as well as August if that was what he intended. They’re nose to nose, again in contest with the intimacy August fears above all else. Excepting a bath, Wyatt is learning. 

He has to bend over the tub to manage the angle. August hangs on his neck, alternately searching his eyes as though he might see the threat before it happens, and avoiding them completely like he doesn’t want to. 

August gasps when the back of his head meets the water. 

“It’s all right, you’re doing well.”

His eyelids flutter as Wyatt rubs at his scalp under the water. When Wyatt lifts him out and adds more soap, working it into a silky lather, August lets his eyes fall shut completely. As Wyatt's fingers card slowly but surely through the tangles, the knot of the boy’s arms around his neck loosens as well. By the time Wyatt tips him back to rinse the suds, it seems some of his unease has washed away too.

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Bail Cancellation High Court Punjab Haryana -IREO MD

Note: This story has not been edited by LegalSeva and is generated from a news syndicate feed. Bail granted to Ireo MD may be cancelled, ED informs HC.Chandigarh: The ED has informed the Punjab and Haryana high court that the bail granted to Ireo MD Lalit Goyal may be cancelled by the court. The central agency has also submitted before the court that the probe into the transfer of company’s…

[rochenn]

man whenever palpatine gets killed off during the clone wars in a fic and fucking. padmé or bail become chancellor right after him. i understand this in a "i want a happy ending for everyone" kind of sense but this solution seems so out of touch sometimes. as if you wouldn't have mas fucking amedda as an interim chancellor first and as if the next election wouldn't either solidify him or result in the ascension of someone like tarkin.

"but palpatine was outed as a sith" ok. how do you even prove that to the public, to the feared Average Voter, the dreaded Moderate, without sounding like a conspiracy lunatic? like the sith as a whole are even less known about than the jedi and they might as well just be the same thing (about 10 thousand jedi exist in the galaxy. coruscant alone has a population of 2 trillion. "minority" doesn't even begin to describe the position of the jedi here)

even if palpatine fucking dies it's too late for the republic because his old lackeys and corpo friends are in ALL the positions of power and could so, so easily pin this situation on the jedi one way or another. also dooku's training weights are essentially off now that the guy who could have killed him via zoom is gone. ppl need to realize that everything was already SO over before the clone wars even started, no matter if palps lives or dies

[zvaigzdelasas]

[ThePrint is Indian Private Media]

Speaking to ThePrint minutes after Hasina left Bangladesh, Yunus, who has been charged by the Hasina government in over 190 cases, said, “Bangladesh is liberated… We are a free country now.”

“We were an occupied country as long as she (Hasina) was there. She was behaving like an occupation force, a dictator, a general, controlling everything. Today all the people of Bangladesh feel liberated.”[...]

Yunus was convicted by the Hasina-led government in January for violating the country’s labour laws and is currently out on bail.[...]

Yunus, founder of the pioneering microfinance system that lifted millions of poor out of poverty in Bangladesh, ruled out any role in active politics. “I’m not the kind of person who would like to be in politics. Politics is not my cup of tea,” he maintained.

Currently in Paris, he said he would soon return to Bangladesh and continue to work for the people the way he did earlier.[...]

“I will continue with my work in a more free environment that I didn’t have during the regime of Sheikh Hasina because she was always attacking me. I will continue, devote myself to the things I could not do before,” he said.

Earlier in the day, coming down heavily on the Hasina-led government, Yunus had in a separate interview with ThePrint demanded that she resign immediately.[...]

He added that unlike the US, India has played a “major role” as far as Bangladesh is concerned.

“I don’t know what role they are playing now in this scenario and what role they will play in the upcoming situation,” he told ThePrint.[...]

The Nobel Laureate said that with Hasina no longer calling the shots in Dhaka, things have changed in Bangladesh and he is not sure what role opposition parties including former PM Khaleda Zia’s Bangladesh Nationalist Party (BNP) will play in the current scenario.

He added that the BNP was silent so far because they have been under attack all along. “Now in a free country, how they emerge, how they decide their policies and actions, if there is an election, what role they will play in the elections, how they perform in the elections, is not very clear as of now.”

[Dhaka Tribune is Bengali Private Media]

The coordinators of the Anti-Discrimination Student Movement have announced an outline for an interim government headed by Nobel Laureate Dr Muhammad Yunus.

This information was conveyed in a video message by key coordinators of the student movement, Nahid Islam, Asif Mahmud, and Abu Bakar Mazumdar, at 4:15am on Tuesday.[...]

The army chief also mentioned that he would soon meet with representatives of students and teachers.

He expressed confidence that the situation would return to normal soon and sought all-out cooperation from people of all classes and professions, including students, regardless of party affiliations and opinions.

5 Aug 24

[humanrightsupdates]

Zimbabwe Opposition Activists Freed After Five Months

But Politically Motivated Criminal Convictions Remain

On November 27, a Zimbabwean court sentenced Jameson Timba, interim leader of the opposition Citizens’ Coalition for Change (CCC), and 34 others to suspended prison terms, after being convicted earlier in the week for participation in an unlawful gathering. Timba was sentenced to a suspended two-year prison term, while the other activists received lesser suspended prison terms.

The suspended sentences mean that Timba and the other activists will immediately be freed, but the convictions remain.

The defendants have been detained since June following their arrest at Timba’s home in the suburbs of the capital, Harare. The authorities charged over 70 people, who had gathered at his home to commemorate the Day of the African Child, with “gathering with intent to promote public violence and disorderly conduct.” All those arrested were denied bail several times. In September, they were acquitted of disorderly conduct and 40 were released. The rest remained in custody until Wednesday’s sentencing.

Lawyers for the defendants told Human Rights Watch that some of their clients had been left with serious injuries following police beatings. They had been denied the rights to humane treatment, a prompt trial and other basic rights, including access to medical care, adequate food and the right to bail.

[walks-the-ages]

Nanowrimo made a half-assed, desperate ""apology"" post

Full text, for when they inevitably try to edit it; as of right now it's August 6th, 2024, around 5:30pm est.

A Note to Our Community About our Comments on AI – September 2024 To the NaNoWriMo Community: In early August, debates about AI on our social media channels became vitriolic. It was clear that the intimidation and harassment we witnessed were causing harm within our community of writers. The FAQs we crafted last week were written to curtail those behaviors. We wanted to send a clear signal that NaNoWriMo spaces would not be used to bully or delegitimize other writers. This was consistent with our May 2024 statement, which named a lack of civility in NaNoWriMo spaces as a longstanding concern. Taking a position of neutrality was not an abandonment of writers’ legitimate concerns about AI. It was an acknowledgment that NaNoWriMo can’t maintain a civil, inclusive community if we allow selective intolerance. We absolutely believe that AI must be discussed and that its ethical use must be advocated-for. What we don’t believe is that NaNoWriMo belongs at the forefront of that conversation. That debate should continue to thrive within the greater writing community as technologies continue to evolve. We apologize that our original message was unclear and seemingly random. Our note on ableism and classism was rooted in the desire to point out that, for people in certain circumstances, some forms of AI can be life-changing. We certainly don’t believe those with concerns about AI to be classist or ableist. Not being more careful about our wording was a bad decision on our part. Our Mission is about providing encouragement to writers and cheering them on as they progress toward their goals. That remains our primary focus. In the future, we will be more transparent about the issues that we are trying to address with any messaging we provide. Finally, we recognize that some members of our community have other questions and concerns that go beyond general context for our comments. We don’t think we can address all of these in a single communication. Additional context here is that we are a very small team (including our Interim Executive Director, who is a volunteer). We want to take the time to read through your letters with the care, attention, and concern they deserve. Please expect more in the coming weeks.  In partnership, The NaNoWriMo Team

I sincerely hope their other sponsors bail ship and leave them to flounder at this point lmao. There is no going back from "if you criticize generative AI you're just ableist classist and racist".

They've also once again edited their "What Is Nanowrimo's Stance on AI?" post:

New text, in full; looks like it was updated sometime late yesterday or early today (August 6th 2024):

What is NaNoWriMo's position on Artificial Intelligence (AI)? 13 hours ago -Updated Not yet followed by anyone

NaNoWriMo neither explicitly supports nor condemns any approach to writing, including the use of tools that  leverage AI. We recognize that harm has been done to the writing and creative communities at the hands of bad actors in the generative AI space, and that the ethical questions and risks posed by some aspects of this technology are real. The fact that AI is a large, complex technology category (which encompasses both non-generative and generative AI, applied in a range of ways to a range of uses) contributes to our belief that AI is simply too big and too varied to categorically support or condemn. NaNoWriMo's mission is to "provide the structure, community, and encouragement to help people use their voices, achieve creative goals, and build new worlds—on and off the page." We fulfill our mission by supporting the humans doing the writing. Please see this related post that speaks to our overall position on nondiscrimination with respect to approaches to creativity, writer's resources, and personal choice.  We made mistakes in our initial expression of this position. We speak to those mistakes in this letter to our community, and we've simplified the language on this page to reflect our core position. 

If you're wondering why Nano's posting all these non-apologies, its because they started this debacle with seven huge sponsors.

Over the course of the last three days, they've gone down to four.

They have literally lost about half their sponsors because of their support of generative ai.

And, as you can see in the "apologies" above, they're still defending their AI stance, by now claiming that their stance is because they were defending poor, hapless AI users from a horde of harassment and bullying from all sides, and they're not a platform that condones bullying! totally! (sarcasm).

[padawansuggest]

Bail: Okay, I don’t see why I need to sign these papers, I’m only interim chancellor until a new one can be elected-

Mace: Oh, don’t worry about that. Palpatine made the Jedi Order custody decision a lifetime one.

Bail: …I’m not sure that’s even legal to do temporarily?

Mace: :) yeah, really showing that Sith spirit, huh?

Bail: …is this binding? Do I need to sign these so the Jedi and clones keep getting funds?

Mace: Yes.

Bail: wtf wtf wtf omfg I don’t think I can do that, I can’t morally tie you to the republic for the rest of my life, you all have the right to leave whenever you want, especially after being abused by the last house in power.

Mace: Well, if you rewrote an agreement, in maybe, a few weeks, we could sign a new one. We can fund ourselves indefinitely but we can’t provide service to the galaxy or reparations to the clones without the money we’re owed.

Bail: Okay. Um. *pulls up a file to start outlining what a new agreement should have* Where do you want to start?

Mace: Well, around a hundred years ago, our initiates stopped receiving their stipulations when they got chosen as padawans, and only if they filed the correct documentation with the senate for formally leaving the order. So. That’s a lot of backpay I’d say.

Bail: *nearly breaks his stylus in half* …do you guys want to leave the republic after reparations are made? I’m starting to think that might be your best choice at this point.

Mace: Eh. Maybe. We might want to move to another temple, though.

Bail: *soul deep sigh* This is going to be a long list.

Mace: Sure is.

[lyricsolution-com]

Allu Arjun Arrest Update: Son Ayaan Runs To His Father Hugs Him As He Returns Home After Spending Night In Jail | People News

New Delhi: Actor Allu Arjun has finally returned home after spending a night in judicial custody, following an incident outside Sandhya Theatre in Hyderabad. The Pushpa 2 star was released from Chanchalguda Jail and was warmly welcomed by his family members as he arrived at his residence.  Previously Allu Arjun’s wife Sneha Reddy, was visibly distraught and was seen waiting for her husband’s…

[hihigherdi]

I had an acupuncture appointment yesterday and talked to my mom the entire time. I cried a lot. I was supposed to go to the Lauren Daigle concert in Palo Alto but I bailed earlier in the afternoon and I’m glad I did. I ended up sleeping on and off through the night and woke up at 9am. My dreams are wild, though I can’t really remember them.

I am emotional today. I’ve rarely cried though this entire experience but it’s happening a lot lately, mostly when I picture myself being done with the chemo. Whenever I do, the cats fly in from wherever they happen to be, these mysterious little creatures are so sensitive.

I have an MRI biopsy scheduled at 4pm and I’m trying not to think about it. I have a big supply of Atavan that I’ve hardly used but I think I’m going to take one for this. I keep telling myself that it is a blessing to be able to have benefits that cover most of these costs, that I’m fortunate to have doctors who want to triple check everything before the surgery so if there’s cancer, they can take it out. If it changes the plan from a lumpectomy to a mastectomy, that will be a big mental health curveball but Ithey have assured me that won’t be the case. I guess it’s hard to trust given all of the curveballs but I’m learning that imagining the worst case scenario so I can test if I’m strong enough to take it is my default coping mechanism, and it’s so stressful to the body. There’s actual science behind positive mental energy being a healing agent to the body, the work is to trust in the most optimistic conclusion but that is going against 50 years of rewiring. It’s going to take some time. So in the interim, I just don’t go down the worst case scenario road, I turn on the TV and watch Top Chef or Below Deck or something mindless. That’s progress. It leaves a vacuum for another response but until that arrives, I’ll take it.

All in all this could have been so much worse, so much harder - that it’s neither of those things is something to be infinitely grateful for. Even today I’m able to life some super heavy boxes and move them into my outdoor storage unit - I’m so thankful for that. I’m thankful for people who text, who check in - there’s so much light and love around me. I’m just going to keep all of those in my mind today and when this biopsy hurdle is over, I’ll be ready for the next. I will not let this scare me. I will not let this deter me. None of it will win, none of it.

[hughesybear]

Canucks thoughts 10/30/2024:

The stars needed to show up, and Quinn was the only one on Vancouver’s side during the first Hughes bowl of the season. The Pettersson conversation is never-ending, but the Miller line also couldn’t do enough either (punctuated by Miller’s ugly PP giveaway that led to a Devils shorthanded goal). This is the situation where having two 1Cs should provide you with enough scoring when one is having an off night, and I have full faith that Petey will be able to get back to the player we all know he can be soon.

I just feel bad for Šilovs, who was getting booed in the third period (and the whole team, who got booed off the ice). Of course he could have played better, and come up with some big saves to bail the Canucks out, but a lot of the Devils goals were off of glaring defensive breakdowns that have so far been masked when Lankinen is in net.

Šilovs’ struggles at this level (puck tracking, point shots, reading the play, etc.) are things that are very specific to game situations and can’t really be effectively worked on in practice. He needs both AHL and NHL reps in order to improve, and it’s unfortunate that Demko can’t be here yet to enable him to get more development time in the AHL. (When Demko comes back, that creates a logjam of goaltenders in Abby, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it…)

Šilovs is also just 23 years old and only played 21 AHL games in his D+1 and D+2 seasons, missing out on crucial development time because of the pandemic. He has 12 games of regular season NHL experience and 10 games of playoff experience. He probably thought he was going to be the interim starter going into training camp, only for Lankinen to be signed after camp ended and for the fanbase to immediately put all their hopes into him after his first game. He was the reason Vancouver got to advance to the second round, to come alive with playoff magic again, and to see some fans repay that with boos must be a blow to his confidence. Latvian fans cheered him after Latvia got shut out 6-0 against Canada in the 2023 IIHF Worlds - the same tournament where he backstopped them to their first ever IIHF medal and was awarded MVP of the tournament. Some Canucks fans could learn something from them.

Canadian markets are always high-risk, high-reward. Quinn is an expert at staying even-keeled, which this team needs right now. Getting booed off the ice must be bringing up unpleasant memories of that unspeakable 2022-2023 season. The group that was here for those years is trying to prove themselves every night, and they’ve already known that their process hasn’t been where they want it to be for a full game at any point this season - they’ll work it out.

It was nice to see them having fun this Halloween after that game! Hopefully they got a chance to reset and come into practice today with fresh energy. If the Canucks are the team to extend the Sharks’ win streak to four games on Saturday, I will cry.

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

the cycle continues and I'm back on the Thinking About Lin Lie train and also on the Thinking About Siblings train and uh yeah brace yourself cause I got thoughts and I make no promises as to their coherence.

because like. lin feng. lie's blood brother. he vanished with their dad and came back years later, super evil and corrupted and trying to free chiyou. he wants lie to join him he might have tried to kill him that one time (he definitely kidnapped him). he threatened to kill lie's friends. he destroyed k'un lun. but also, he looked after lie when they were small. he taught him about archaeology and they snuck into their father's study together. they were brothers, so they are brothers.

and then there's shang-chi. who took one look at lin lie and was like "wow, you're terrible at everything. come on, let's make sure you don't get yourself killed before you can find your dad." and he trained lie and looked after him and made sure he didn't get his sword stolen by ares or die during the war of the realms and taught him how to spy on people during the whole pan thing. shang-chi had nightmares about lie killing him and still trained him-- not only that, he still poked fun at lie and helped lie calm himself down after he lost the sword. (the fact that shang-chi hasn't been mentioned except once in passing alongside two other members of the agents of atlas since lie's death is driving me nuts. if you couldn't tell.)

and like. if you asked me pre-iron fist, I'd have said that they're brothers. they check all the Accidental Sibling Acquisition boxes. hell, I'm pretty sure lie even lived with shang-chi for a bit.

what feng was to lie before feng vanished and coming back evil, shang-chi was to lie before lie died. they taught him how to work smarter, not harder. they got into trouble with him and looked after him and bailed him out when he was in over his head. god I've got so many thoughts about this.

lie calls shang-chi "uncle shang" at one point in war of the realms. they've effectively just met and their longest interaction so far in the comic has been shang-chi knocking the sword out of lie's hand and telling him he needs to learn how to wield it. it's not super serious then, but by the time lie dies, shang-chi is probably one of the closest to him out of the agents of atlas.

grabs you by the shoulders. when lie came back, shang-chi was in charge of an ancient and historically super evil cult of extremely deadly warriors. the avengers think he's becoming a bad guy, and he's not super successful in convincing them otherwise. and it's all going downhill from there. he's got the ten rings and they're also super evil. he's participating in the gang war over new york city like he's the head of a crime family (he. kind of is.) he's largely pulled away from the agents of atlas and is almost solely concerned with the five weapons society, the siblings it turns out he suddenly has, and the insurmountable legacy of his generally evil father and predecessor.

feng left and came back evil. lie died and when he came back shang-chi kind of seemed like he was on his way to getting there. do you see what I'm saying? do you think lie thinks he's cursed? do you think he's even going to bother with trusting danny rand after the last two people who were supposed to help him and train him and look after him, the last two people he trusted like that, turned out to not be everything he thought they were. this is why you can't have nice things. (don't get me started on mei min's parents. by the way.)

do you think that's why he didn't tell shang-chi he was alive? because I'm starting to. once is chance two is coincidence and all that. and repeatedly getting your trust in people broken because you don't see them for a bit and they go dark side in the interim is a pretty big pattern to ignore. or something.

[grumpycakes]

SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO CONT. **UPDATED

DAY 3 10/19/2023 • OOPS NO VOTE • 12 Noon EST

< Previous (Day 2)

So McHenry saunters in w the entourage, calls them to order, and the Chaplin leads in on prayer.

Chaplin’s prayer is basically “we’re over it but got grant us the compassion and wisdom to get our shit together and govern for the country, Amen” just flower-ier and less sassy.

Still hate that we gotta have a prayer before govt work but

Still gotta have them pledge allegiance

AND THEN MCHENRY IMMEDIATELY CALLS A RECESS.

So what TF happened?

Jim Jordan in a moment of clarity (and probably some shaming from his colleagues) realized he doesn’t have the votes, and won’t for a while. So he has TEMPORARILY pulled his bid for the Speakership.

In the meantime, it looks like they are working on a proposal for McHenry to take over some speakership roles for a LIMITED TIME. We won’t know how long until the proposal is made/put before congress.

This move is most likely JUST to get the budget done and agree on how much aid we’ll be sending to Ukraine and Israel. Otherwise the Government will shut down and shit will go into free fall. This covers the asses of the Republicans while still not having to pick a speaker.

It also is taxing to force them all in session DAILY for at least 2 hours to do these votes.

SOME TAKEAWAYS I’VE SEEN

We could still get a 3rd vote today depending on how fast they make up the legislation

This isn’t great for Jordan, it’s a weak move to let someone else do speaker things while you beg and bribe people to vote for you

A lot of the far rights/hardliners are mad about the move to give temporary powers. Basically advocating for making everyone stay and suffer multiple rounds of voting again (cannot fathom why when it just made McCarthy look stupid last time, unless they truly just would rather burn the govt to the ground than do anything helpful)

Reportedly McHenry doesn’t want temporary powers either rofl

While the republicans will whine and moan that the Dems should have bailed them out (either by voting present for McCarthy or by the same for the new speakership votes) it is not their job NOR DID REPUBLICANS HELP THEM AT ALL WHEN THEY HAD THIS NARROW OF A MAJORITY. And they didn’t devolve into this kind of chaos

Dems are just asking to pass budgets and aid, and are probably just stepping out of the way of this train wreck

This has never been an issue till this year (and this partisanship/far right monstrosity the Republicans have fomented)

The next speaker will most likely IMMEDIATELY reverse that dumbass rule that one person can force a vote to remove the speaker

APPARENTLY some of the republicans that did not vote for Jordan have been receiving “Credible death threats.” Over it????? JFC

Yes, since they called a session to vote, they HAD to gavel in, pray and get set up to CALL IT OFF. And that’s hilariously stupid

ADDED EDIT 8PM 10/19/2023

Lolll fuck. So Jim Jordan had a “Closed door meeting” with the rest of the republicans to work out how/if to give McHenry additional powers and CAME OUT AN HOUR LATER SAYING THERE WILL BE NO SPECIAL POWERS. HE’S GONNA GO AGAIN. (Didn’t happen today lol) They apparently were fighting over whether or not it’s LeGaL or cOnStiTuTiOnAl to give the interim speaker powers. Loll but according to McCarthy when Gaetz tried to argue they basically told him to shut up. So it sounds like some of the repubs are still mildly homicidal abt Gaetz.

But a few things,

1. It’s legal and constitutional if y’all MAKE LEGISLATION FOR IT. And you can make the legislation be like ONLY THIS ONCE CAUSE WE GOTS PROBLEMS

2. I cannot fathom why they are so down bad to embarrass themselves. This doesn’t look good, this isn’t inspiring confidence, and since no one on the repubs are willing to budge or concede for each other you’re fighting a losing battle. You have the majority, use it.

3 . This feels like weird toxic grandstanding of if you just stand your ground it’ll bend but like, it’s not HAPPENING. And people will hate you worse for fucking w the government.

4. OH AND IF YHEY PASS THIS AND DEMS JOIN IN FOR IT TO HAPPEN IS RHAT NOT A WIN FOR THE REPUBS????? That they can get ANYTHING DONE?????

McCarthy talked to reporters and said it’s the fault of Gaetz, the “Crazy 8” (really classy dude) and the dems. And that he was taken out by less than a quarter of the house. But my dude. If it was 8 of your Repubs and then ALL THE DEMOCRATS. That’s. That’s a MAJORITY OF THE HOUSE.

Jim Jordan apparently did denounce the death threats agaisnt republicans.

END ADDITION

So that’s where we are @ u @ chaos-ville. I’ll make a new post or update y’all if they do a vote today.

Next (Day 4 Vote 3) >

[pigtailedgirl]

So I spent all day writing Victoria's Secret AUs...it could have been worse edition.

I have an angst problem yo.

Victoria is a ghost

When you are lonely and feel guilty, the mind can offer all kinds of refuges.

Fraser hadn't left his apartment in three days, huddled in like the memory of before, he and Victoria. Except for that brief phone call the consulate had for him, that call that-- No matter, for the roses had appeared that afternoon, in sympathy and get well and provided the perfect reason to go back. The Forget Me Nots. Sick leave he had in abundance after all, so he returned to Victoria's embrace.

Until that night, well past midnight, Ray knocked on the door. Whether it was sleep deprivation or worry Ray too would leave, he made the mistake of inviting him in. “Do you wanna meet her?” and though he'd hestitated, Ray did cross the threshold, like an unseen hand had given him push.

And looked around a disheveled and empty apartment.

“Fraser?”

There was no woman in sight. To his eyes anyways. To Fraser, Victoria sat draped in his bed, an icy smile now gracing her features, as if more proof his guilt was earned eternally.

He leaned against the partition of his bedroom, looking between them both, and as he cracked like the thaw of ice in a pass, laughter bubbling to tears, sinking him into the cold as he sank to the floor despite Ray's efforts to try and catch him in grip, he knew.

“I'm sorry to inform you Constable, a Miss Victoria Metcalfe was killed in an auto crash two months after her release from prison. Her will requested you be informed in case of her death.”

Fraser and Victoria go to Texas

It shouldn't be so easy. Maybe it isn't. Maybe the sun of Austin won't be bright or will burn him out faster than here. But she doesn't care, and he, he can't say no. He'd asked for the transfer, entirely prepared to resign if they'd said no. Moffat had given him an odd look, like pity, but also considering his general problematic work, he was approved. He would use his sick time as leave in interim.

There was hardly anything to pack. His father's trunk, which Victoria assured would fit in a small rented U-Haul. All that was needed for them. Dief could stay in there as well. They'd stop during intervals to check on him. He seemed so displeased, Fraser half considered leaving him here, maybe with Willie?, but couldn't voice it anymore than he could say he'd prefer Dief in the car with them. Yet, Dief was loyal, so he watched and was going along silently, perhaps caged just like his master.

That left Ray. Something, and someone owed alot more than Fraser knew he could ever give.

It had ended as it should have if he'd truly been as cowardly or stupid as when he'd first come to Chicago. As it could've when he'd first left but hadn't really wanted to say goodbye.

A phone call from a payphone, outside the limits of town. Yes, your money is with Mr. Mustafi Ray. I'm sorry, you see, I have to go. I can't let her go. You friendship has meant so much to me. I know it doesn't seem it but...my regrets... I have to...I'll try to keep in touch. Of course, as a friend.

No forwarding address or number ever came.

Victoria and Dief killed by Jolly

The gunshot echoes in the night air. And the second.

He's already winded from chasing Ray, so he doesn't have much head start. The stairs and climb are daunting.

The door is wide open. Dief lays in his pool of blood near the cupboards, near the window leading to the fire escape, also thrown wide.

Victoria's crumpled by the bed, and the ransacked trunk, like she'd made a last ditch effort to retrieve his fire-arm within.

He doesn't bother to check Dief because it doesn't matter does it.

She's clearly dead.

Victoria's lawyer sucks and she goes back to prison

She'd been granted bail on the condition of being watched by two officers of the law. She'd languished in his little hell hole apartment for months untils trial. She'd followed the lawyers advice and dressed demurely and acted contrite and frightened for her life.

She saved her remaining rage for Benton in private. And though it still binds them, it wasn't enough. She's doesn't feel guilty like him.

She'd still refused to say where her portion of the money Jolly was stalking her for went. Root of all her evils, it damns her again.

The sentence is only five years. This time.

Fraser's eyes as he stares at her in shock as she's lead from the court in cuffs, after she'd turned from the verdict to pound his chest, or was it to go for his friend Ray's side arm and end this ... Well, 5 years isn't worth it, but at least he's getting the life sentence.

So damn him and his plea deals.

Fraser doesn't find the key at Ray's house in time

IA had taken ten minutes to get from the station to the Vecchio home. They didn't bother to think on the why of the anonymous call or record it so there will be no way to trace it as evidence later. Perhaps guilty conscious explains why he told on himself. No one will bother to remember it was a call from a woman.

Welsh, Huey and Louey were only two minutes behind. Ray Vecchio flagged by a rookie, who was radio-ed by Elaine, won't even make it to the scene, won't get to see or understand because he'll be redirected. He'll be once again staring at Fraser, blocked by glass, from the other side of the holding cells phones. Fraser won't pick up the receiver to answer him.

So Ray won't know the loss and what little it will be to what could've. Fraser's versus his own imprisonment or loss of bail and home. It's all Fraser feels he can do, but of course Ray doesn't understand him. Fraser doesn't want him to. But still Ray Vecchio sees the sad and forlorn and determined after confession, and refuses anything else.

That full confession makes easy conviction. What IA walking in saw.

A manic faced man amongst the ruins of the Vecchio's house. Rooms upheaved in mad search. A man who seemed caught frozen on the stairwell, phone left dangling over the bannister. Who greeted them with odd, flat words as if spoke to the air;

“I couldn't...I can't find the key.”

And the long poignant pause, his mask slipping on as Welsh stepped through the torn front door, as he finally registered them and added “The key, which I had previously planted. I would like to confess to the murder of Jolly Roberts for money from a former robbery, and attempted framing of my work colleague Ray Vecchio before I could flee with my portion of the cash. I believe cuffs are in order gentlemen.”

He paused again as he stepped through threshold and said to the three former friends standing agape "Can you tell Ray... I'm sorry about the mess."

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

Eastside

Chapter 4: I just died at the thought of being alive at the same time as you

Fandom: Stranger Things Ships: Harringrove, Mungrove, Steddiegrove Trigger Warnings: mentions of child abuse, self harm-burning, suicidal ideation Tags: Angst fic with a happyish ending, accidental coming out, complicated love polycule, Eddie possessed by Vecna, Eddie needs a hug, song inspired/post inspired Dedication: for @rockabye-billy 💜 Chapter Preview:

The Void: Date Unknown 

“Put me back. Please.”

“…Why?” 

“I want to go back.” 

For a faceless creature, Eddie can practically see His amused, cruel smirk at Eddie’s ridiculous request.

“There's no one out there left for you… It’s just me… Just us…” 

He hissed and it chills Eddie to the bone more than the three inches of ice water always pooling at his feet. He’s probably right, but Eddie shakes his head anyway. Because he doesn't want Him to be right. 

“Yes, there is!” the brunette insists hotly, “There’s-” Billy. 

Except, no. No, there really wasn't, was there? 

“There’s…” his friends! 

…Who he pushed away in his own self-deprecating shitshow three months ago when he quit Hellfire AND Corroded Coffin to become the world's broodiest asshole… 

“…There's…” Wayne! 

…Who, really didn't want Eddie in the first place. More like, got stuck raising after his mom bailed, his dad died, and his only other option was to become a ward of the state at 7 years old…How much of Wayne's life has he sacrificed having to support a son he never wanted? At least a decade and counting.

So who does that leave, then, really? 

No one. 

He was fucking right… Again…

“I’m always right…” He chuckled and Eddie stopped answering aloud. 

A lifetime passed in the interim. And then,

“You asked for this…”

….Yeah, Eddie supposed he did… Begged for it, actually. After Billy left the third and final time and the truth that he was nothing to the blonde finally sunk in like poison in his veins. He was nothing more than a convenient time passer. Ammunition in Billy's own relationship problems. That realization alone was enough to numb his body out to dangerous levels. Which was the reason Eddie chose the lighter in the first place. He hoped it would be enough of a physical shock to yank him back to the surface, out of the line of fire from The Storm, but it wasn't.  Because here he was. Doomed to spend the last days of his miserable life with a monster of his own making, in the cold, damp cave of his subconscious.