#jury consultants

[trixlvania]

I was very tempted to add more to this piece, but decided to leave it as is.

[transingthoseformers]

Rate the ship; Tobot megop

Use this.

Sorry it took me to get to this!

So:

[focuslitigation]

In this new era of electronic data dumping, today’s cases are weighed down by the enormous cost, time, and burden of written and oral discovery.

[trendynewsnow]

Jury Selection Completed for Daniel Penny's Trial in Subway Chokehold Case

Jury Selected for Daniel Penny’s Trial in Fatal Subway Incident A jury of twelve residents from Manhattan has been empaneled to determine the fate of Daniel Penny, a 26-year-old Long Island man accused of putting a homeless individual in a deadly chokehold aboard a subway train last year. Mr. Penny faces serious charges, including manslaughter and criminally negligent homicide, stemming from the…

[netaro--yowa]

Hrbnbg ..... Talkingiing to propel .people is hard ........

[your-local-granny]

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[lizleeships]

...All this work for a hentai joke. I'm terribly sorry.

I also consulted my jury of Patrons about whether or not Dean would say "Calm your tits". I'm not convinced he would, but also not convinced he wouldn't. :D

(Don't repost, but reblogs are very welcome)

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[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Reunion - Friends

Masterlist

Pairing: Dick Grayson x (f)reader

Tags: SFW, platonic, friends, jealousy, feelings, blood, death, crime, guilt

It's been a week since your embarrassing parting with Dick. Since then, you threw yourself into your work and studies. It was difficult to rip yourself away at first, but the longer you kept at it, the easier the routine became. Each day became structured, starting with the gym, then classes, studying, and your internship. On top of that, you and your friends always had something planned for weekends or evenings, so you were seldom bored as you were kept plenty busy.

The routine drew you back to your old self, the one that was comfortable and wasn't concerned about the intentions or treatments of some man. It felt great!

Today, you were attending your first jury duty selection. You fixed the collar of your blouse and flattened your palms down your blazer, then skirt, taking one last look in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. You were still going over the transcripts of your case as you made your way to the courtroom, not careful of where you were going. As a result, you bumped into a hard wall of muscle. "Mph!" You blinked a couple of times, adjusting to your surroundings. "Sorry!"

Said wall turned around to face you. He wore a brown leather jacket over a black t-shirt, with his detective badge tucked on the side of his belt. And he smelled like old spice, all six feet three inches of him. Your friend Tony smirked down at you. "Sup dude?"

He started law school with you and then transfered to the police academy when he decided he wanted a more "hands on" approach to fighting crime.

You grinned up at him brightly, opening your mouth, ready to greet an old friend. But then you remembered where you were and composed your festures quickly. "Good morning, Detective Ericso-"

"Oh, don't give me that shit." Tony groaned before puling you into a bear hug. "I'm off duty. Plus, I'm still a cadet."

"Well," you looked down at your now disheveled outfit. "I'm not off duty. So I have to be Profesional." Then you smiled excitedly. "I have my first jury duty selection today."

"No shit." He snapped his fingers in an exaggerated way. "Look at you, miss lawyer!"

"I know," you channeled Monica from friends as you couldn't help but grin at him. He was always a ball of energy.

"Listen, a couple of friends are meeting at Richmond's tonight for a beer. Come with us." He said.

"I..." you began to think of your plans in the evening and came up short. "Okay, I'm free. What time."

He rolled his eyes. "Around eight. And as if you had any plans to begin with, you studious loser."

You raised your arm to smack his, but then you made eye contact with an important looking man in a suit and lowered it again. "Eight. That's when i finish my day. I'll see you there! I gotta go now."

"You better!" You heard him say as you opened the door and stepped into the courtroom.

The couple of friends Tony had mentioned turned out to be two young cadets and Dick grayson.

You froze for a mere second when you walked in through the familiar doors of the bar. It was odd, yiu realized. You expected to feel a pang of something upon seeing him, but... you felt something mild. It was not pain, just... acknowledgement. Tony spotted you and waved you over. When Dick followed his friends' gaze to you, he offered you a shy smile. Surprisingly, you were very comfortable offering him one back.

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Dick smiled suggestively at you, tilting his head in the direction of the bar. "That guys been eyeing you since we sat down."

You, along with the rest of the table, turned to see who he was talking about.

At the bar, facing your table, a group of young men in suits sat drinking beers. Finance guys, by the looks of them. Not exactly the Bruce Wayne high fashion enterage, but they could have been consultants for a big firm. One of them - a cute blond with gelled hair - saught your gaze and gave you a small nod before raising his bottle to his lips. The gesture made you smile back before turning back to the group. "He's cute."

"Go talk to him." One of the other cadets, Anna, gave you a light nudge.

"Nahh." Dick drawled, leaning back in his seat. "She doesn't have to. The guy's making his way over here right now."

And surely enough, a moment later, the blond suit showed up to your table, clearing his throat. You looked up and met his gaze.

"Is this seat taken?" He asked you, glancing to the open chair beside you.

You shook your head.

"Lucky me." The blond grinned a charming grin and sat down beside you. He had a gorgeous pair of green eyes, a chiseled jaw peppered in a three day stubble and beautiful full lips that seemed really kissable. You looked down at your heart, wondering if you were really that much of a lightweight so as to be so affected by a man.

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Dick was happy.

He was happy you were comfortable around one another again. Happy your could talk to each other and laugh together. Most importantly, he was happy that you were happy. He watched you and the finance bro chat and laugh to each other, smiling at one another's jokes, exchanging contacts. Finance bro began to brush your knee with his fingers as his gaze became a little bit more heated.

You didn't seem to mind, Dick noticed. In fact, if the slight blush on your cheeks was any indication, you enjoyed the attention. You offered him a timid smile, biting down on your bottom lip.

Dick felt his smile falter.

Oh no.

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You laughed into your wineglass as your friend Tony reached to give Dick a light smack upside the head. Dick dodged at the last minute, and Tony missed.

"Dicky, how is it possible that after that many years on Earth you've never seen Harry Potter?!" Tony asked, incredulous.

Dick shook his index finger in return. "Na uh, you don't get to judge. You haven't seen Love, Actually -"

You smiled to yourself. Of course Dick Grayson was a love, actually enjoyer. You pictured him watching the romcom and tearing up at the emotional scenes.

"Dear god!" Tony dropped his head into his hands. "Apples to oranges, man! Y/n, help me out here - oh yeah. I forgot you're busy being in love."

"You're so dramatic." You murmmered, looking at your phone. "I'm literally emailing my prof."

"Oh? A contender for finance, bro?" Dick raised his brow suggestively.

"Wouldn't you like to know." You smirked. "And 'finance bros' name is Eric."

Dick raised his hands in mock surrender for in truth. He really didn't care. He also didn't like that you called finance bro by his name. He was finance, bro. A faceless fuck. Not Eric, some guy whose name, personality and life you possibly knew.

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Dick was ready to knock Tony out if he mentioned finance boy one more time. He sat on your apartment floor, wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that you knitted him as his secret Santa.

Tony sat gleefully in his hanukah sweater that your friend got for him. He was positively drunk when he raised his half finished glass of beer and announced. "I have an announcement."

The rest of the people at your apartment went quiet, patiently waiting for Tony's next words.

The young man smiled, opened his mouth to speak, and let out a long burp. The room burst into groans and murrmers of disgust.

Dick was too busy receiving an emergency alert into his earpiece.

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Dick arrived at the bank just as the day surrendered to the night. The sky above Gotham was tinged in dark blue as the bank’s alarms blared into the street.

"I’m at the location, Oracle," he murmured into his comm.

"Roger that," Barbara’s voice came through. "Security cameras show several men in ski masks inside."

"Copy." he replied, scaling the building in silence. He scanned the scene through a window: two civilians - a mother clutching her child - and a bank teller stood cowering in the corner as the masked robbers rifled through drawers.

"Need any backup?" Tim’s voice cut in.

"Negative, Baby-bird. This’ll be quick," Dick replied, his voice steady. "Enjoy your Christmas eve."

"God, he's so sappy." His brother, Jason, groaned into the comm.

"Police are en route, Nightwing," Barbara updated.

"Thanks."

He took out his batons and moved into action, precise and controlled. This was second nature - an exercise he could do in his sleep. Within moments, he had incapacitated the leader and taken down the four remaining men, who barely had a chance to react. In under a minute, every robber was either knocked out or tied up. Just as Oracle said, the police cars pulled up a moment later. Armed officers running into the bank, followed by a stoic commissioner Gordon walking in.

"Oracle, any more assailants?" Nightwing asked, breathing a little harder as he led the mother and teller toward the exit, carrying the giggling child in his arms. The little boy poked his chubby finger against Dick’s cheek, and despite the situation, Dick found himself smiling, cooing gently to reassure him.

Then, a gunshot shattered the air. Dick froze, his heart plummeting as a horrible, familiar dread took over.

"No!" he gasped, handing the child back to his mother before sprinting toward the sound.

As he rounded the corner, he saw it: one of the police officers lay in a spreading pool of blood, a discarded gun a foot away from a handcuffed robber. The scene played out, each detail sinking deep into his mind. He couldn’t look away. But... how? He's either tied or knocked all of them out!

He stumbled to Commissioner Gordon, who was kneeling beside the officer, hands trembling slightly as he took in the fatal wound.

"Is he…" Dick’s voice caught.

Gordon stood, his expression etched with grief. Slowly, he removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, drawing in a heavy breath. "He’s gone, son."

The weight of those words felt like a punch to the gut, hollowing Dick out from the inside. This was what he fought against, what he trained his entire life to prevent - and tonight, he had failed. Despite every life he’d saved, it hadn’t been enough.

Hours later, Dick trudged back to his apartment, feeling like a ghost. The image of the fallen officer haunted him, replaying every step of the night until it blurred with exhaustion and guilt.

As he opened his fridge and reached for a beer, Batman’s voice came through his comm, quiet and firm. "Nightwing. What happened tonight wasn’t your fault."

"Yes, sir," he replied, swallowing against the lump in his throat, the words barely audible.

“Dick… I've gone over your body cam. You did a good job incapacitating them. It was just bad luck." Bruce’s voice softened.

"I know," he whispered, his grip on the bottle tightening.

A heavy silence hung between them before Bruce added, “Get some rest.”

The comm went silent, and Dick felt something inside him finally break. The weight of his grief, the frustration, the helplessness - all of it spilled over as he sank to the floor, alone in the dark, and let himself cry.

[umseb]

Sebastian Vettel Elected LupoLeo Personality of the Year 2024: "A Great Honor!"

Award presentation on November 23rd in Braunschweig

The youth committee of the LupoLeo Awards has decided: Former racing driver Sebastian Vettel is the LupoLeo "Personality of the Year" 2024. The young people aged 14 to 18 chose the four-time Formula 1 world champion for his diverse social commitment. In addition, the youth committee selected ten projects for the jury's selection of the "Project Award" from the 33 projects that were finally nominated by the non-profit analysis and consulting company PHINEO from the 235 registrations. The prominent jury of the LupoLeo Award, chaired by Dr. Brigitte Mohn (including singer Peter Maffay, former ski racer Felix Neureuther, doctor and television presenter Dr. Eckart von Hirschhausen and television presenter Wolfram Kons), will now choose the three project winners.

The LupoLeo Award, endowed with a total of 100,000 euros, is the largest funding award for commitment to children and young people in Germany, and this year's motto is "For a healthy future for our children and our planet." It will be awarded at a celebratory gala on November 23, 2024 in the Braunschweig State Theater. The "Personality of the Year" category honors a public figure who is committed to children and young people and promotes children's development through their work or appearance. In addition to Sebastian Vettel, the comedian, singer and actress Carolin Kebekus, as well as the chemist, science journalist and YouTuber Mai Thi Nguyen-Kim, were in the final selection for the award, which comes with 20,000 euros in funding. Ultimately the young people chose Vettel, who, after his active career as a racing driver, is increasingly committed to environmental and climate protection. With his V5 Projects he raises awareness and explains to the public the importance of these issues. His commitment includes, for example, projects to protect biodiversity (Buzzin' Corner insect hotels on and outside Formula 1 tracks), or he also addresses the topic of sustainability in motorsport under the campaign name "Race Without Trace." "It is an honor and a pleasure for me to be awarded the LupoLeo Award. Whether at home, at school or in public, more and more children and young people are committed to the earth and their own future. This inspires me as a family man and shows how important our future generations are for us and our planet. Whether healthy oceans, intact forests or the energy transition, I am convinced that we can only master these issues together in a positive and future-oriented manner. And this is exactly what I want to make my contribution," commented Vettel immediately after he heard about his election.

A Worthy Award Winner

"We really had a hard time deciding on a 'Personality of the Year'. All the celebrities, and especially the three finalists, have a great commitment to children and young people with an environmental connection," said Leonardo Massimo, chairman of the youth committee. "Sebastian Vettel uses his fame and is active in many subject areas, which really appealed to us. In our opinion, he is the deserving 'Person of the Year.'" "We are impressed by the commitment of the young people in the committee. They discussed intensively and were all very passionate about it. We congratulate Sebastian Vettel on behalf of the entire LupoLeo Award team on his election. He is a worthy winner," emphasize the two LupoLeo Award initiators, Jürgen Brinkmann (Chairman of the BRAWO GROUP) and Robert Lübenoff (Chairman of the fit4future foundation) together.

[baenyth]

We need more Danganronpa characters as evil groups, but not the Ultimate Despair or its remnants. Too abstract. Too bland. Fuck despair. Fuck Junko. I'm either killing her off or she doesn't exist. Danganronpa villain groups completely distanced from the Ultimate Despair:

Makoto Naegi is the charismatic head of a dictatorship. Perhaps he believes this is what's best for the world. Or he just wants a throne to sit on. This is an alternative timeline, maybe he's evil here. Either way, he managed to rope in his 14 other classmates into joining him in his empire. Byakuya uses the Togami Corporation to clench Makoto's rule and fund projects wherever he can. He's also a consultant, alongside Yasuhiro Hagakure. Kyoko Kirigiri is the head of the espionage department, with Chihiro as the second-in-command and head of data management. Kiyotaka manages the police force, acting as judge, jury, and executioner. Mondo, Sakura, Aoi, and Mukuro all work in Makoto's army. Sayaka, Leon, Hifumi, and Toko work in the entertainment (or in other words, propaganda,) division. Genocider is allowed to kill any pretty boys the espionage department lets her. Celestia rules over her own chunk of land as gothic lolita queen and is arguably the loosest link, but ultimately still abides by Makoto's laws.

The Danganronpa V3 cast has been corrupted into animalistic monsters, think Steven Universe. Gonta's body has been converted into a flying hive for all manner of bugs, all sorts of flyers coming from his eyesockets and mouth carrying centipedes, spiders, and other flightless bugs so they all can feed and bring food back to the husk that was once a gentleman. Kirumi now resembles a marble statue with a blindfold over her eyes and a clock on her backside, where her four arms and four legs move in orderly, yet seemingly random fashions. If you come across her, you have to play a game of following her increasingly complex commands, often akin to a game of Simon Says, or risk searing throbbing pain. Kiibo is one of the more threatening ones. With his body inorganic and unable to be distorted like the others, his mind was merely warped into malware that can possess anything with a computer inside it. This includes cell phones, calculators, thermostats, cars with built-in GPSes and cameras, etc. His body, the source of the malware, is still unknown. A two-faced gorgon obsessed with creating rudimentary-yet-effective deathtraps. A gorgeous and colorful false angel. A blob of goo that somehow knows how to use various machinery. Perhaps the three survivors are akin to the Crystal Gems here, survivors in a different sense here, the ones fighting their former friends for the sake of everyone else.

Ruruka Ando as the queen of what is essentially candyland, with Sonosuke Izayoi as her knight in sweet, delicious, and surprisingly durable armor. All citizens in her expanding country are given free sweets to devour, and those who don't are punished for their insolence.

Finally, the cast of Super Danganronpa 2 are a team of mercenaries. Evil goons for hire, as that's what they've been typecast as at this point. Maybe life has just been really harsh on them and NezumiVA was right. Or maybe this is similar to canon, where they got puppeted into evil and were eventually freed, only to annihilate their reputation by continuing to pose as villains, effectively pigeonholing themselves into evil from society's eyes. As for what they could do: Kazuichi could build a robotic army or just machines for the lower mooks to ride on. Sonia, Fuyuhiko, and Twogami could all rule conquered provinces in the empire. Nekomaru could command minions while Akane and Peko act as elite troops. Ibuki could too, considering the lethality of her music, or she could act in espionage alongside Mahiru and Hiyoko, considering her hearing skills. Gundham could add various animals to the armada. Teruteru can produce food for the army. Mikan is literally a medic. Izuru Kamakura lives on, and is the Ultimate Ultimate. Possibly even more, considering the timeline. Nagito Komaeda is the equivalent of one of those really small cylinders of play-doh that are wider than they are tall. I can't imagine Chiaki being in the group, however. Either way, I can imagine this quirky miniboss squad having various unique interactions with our heroes, whoever they may be. I'd imagine Nekomaru would befriend the heroes in an odd way, being supportive of their strength and a fair fighter despite being on the villain's side, while Teruteru would repulse our heroes for being a sexual harasser, for example.

Also @goshdangronpa I want you to look at this, girlie. Read it all. Soak it up.

[retroactivebakeries]

the shambling zombiegirl of a dead catgirl has been possessed by the ghostgirl of that same catgirl, and then immediately after was bitten simultaneously by a draculagirl and a werewolfgirl. nation's top scientists consulting with writers from the catgirl d&d monstergirl manual to determine just what kind of illegal freak she is, to go in the catgirl grand jury indictment.

[vivalas-vega]

and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

hehe the smut we all wanted from the first part ;) I’m thinking this is going to be a three-parter, it only seems natural as I have one segment of this lyric left... I’m quite liking this writing a reader who unintentionally humbled jake so he doesn’t event attempt the bravado we’re used to lol

and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

read part one here

word count: 3.4k 

warnings: language, drinking, smut!!!, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it... at the very least talk abt birth control unlike these idiots !!!) brief choking, reader gets a callsign in this one, meet poison ivy (only mentioned as ivy. thank you @natrace​ for helping me with that one lol)

“Okay, no no no. That is a foul, you shook the damn table, Fanboy!” you shouted across the makeshift beer pong table at the absolutely hammered man. 

“There are no fouls in beer pong, Ivy,” Rooster protested, defending his teammate and you chucked your other ball right at his head, smirking in satisfaction when it plinked off his forehead. “But if there were, that is unsportsmanlike conduct and grounds for your removal!” 

“Retaliation is fair play as far as I’m concerned. You can’t stumble and move the table a whole foot while someone is making their shot!” The rest of the team was idly watching, swaying on their feet as they sipped their drinks listening to the latest argument of the evening. “What does the jury think?” 

“What is this, fucking Survivor?” Rooster grumbled as you turned your attention to your friends with expectant eyes as you watched Phoenix, Payback, and Bob consult quietly.

After a long pause and hushed whispers, Bob cleared his throat and finally said “the jury finds Team RooBoy in violation of standard decency and spatial awareness, Team IvyMan is granted a redo in addition to a free-throw.” You cheered triumphantly, giving Jake a high five before he went to collect your ping pong balls as Fanboy and Rooster sulked.

“Unbelievable,” Rooster muttered and you just stuck your tongue out at him like a petulant child. “Did you even consider the fact that she pelted me in the head?” 

“Watch it, or I’ll live up to my callsign and poison your drink,” you retorted, and he just rolled his eyes.

“We considered it,” Phoenix replied, sipping her drink and you just laughed before retaking your turn and bringing it down to one last cup.

“Okay, last cup, last shot, you got this,” Jake whispered in your ear, giving your shoulders a quick rub as you shook your arms out as if you were preparing for the game winning shot in a championship. The ground was unsteady beneath you and you were definitely a little fuzzy as alcohol coursed through your veins but you took a deep breath and centered yourself the best you could, lining up your aim and letting it soar through the air and land in the cup with a satisfying plop. You turned to face Jake with an excited squeal and threw your arms around him, giggling as he spun you around in circles, keeping an arm snug around your waist when he set you back on solid ground. 

“Take that RooBoy,” you managed to get out around your laughter and Rooster threw a ping pong ball at you that you just swatted away before slipping out of Jake’s grip and sending Phoenix a look as you headed for the bathroom. She slipped in a few moments after you, closing the door behind her and handing you your abandoned drink as she sat on the ledge of the bathtub and looked up at you expectantly.

“So, the elevator?” she asked, and you sighed as you put the lid to the toilet seat down and sat, crossing your legs and clumsily bumping them into hers.

“Nat, I don’t know what the hell happened.”

“Uh, I do… if that door opened even two minutes later there was a whole lot more that we would have seen,” she laughed

“I mean, one minute we’re sitting in a stuck elevator talking about being stuck and cheerleaders and then the next he’s telling me I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.”

“Wow, he said that? I don’t know if that’s really sweet or if he’s pulling his fuckboy nonsense,” she replied, taking a sip of her beer.

“I can’t say for sure but I don’t think it’s his usual nonsense, it just felt different, but at this point I really don’t know if I care either way.” 

“I mean hey, get yours. If it’s Hangman being Hangman at least you’re going into it knowing that’s a possibility and you get to have a fun night in bed and if it’s something different, well… that’s nice too.” she shrugged and you nodded your head.

“Okay, yes, thank you. That is what I needed to hear,” you exhaled, feeling some of the tension that had settled over your shoulders since those elevator doors opened release. You stood and opened the door before closing it halfway and looking over your shoulder, “and sleep with Roo,” you said, laughing at her shocked expression. “You were basically fucking on the dance floor anyways,” you whispered before slipping back into the room and not giving her the opportunity to respond as you reclaimed your spot underneath Jake’s arm. 

“Did you have a gossip session without me?” he asked, looking down at you with those sparkly eyes.

“I did, you missed out on some juicy stuff,” you teased and he gasped in faux-shock. “We were just talking about how Bob totally missed his shot with the only sane bridesmaid there was,” you said before looking at the man in question with mischievous eyes as you took a sip of your drink.

“I don’t- what? I had a shot?” he stammered as his cheeks flushed and you just laughed.

“Yeah, bud. She actually asked me about you, said you were smart and handsome unlike all my other beefcake friends,” you replied, smirking as the other boys started to talk all at once, taking offense at that assumption. “Might have mentioned to me that she’s in room 3317 if you get over your cute nerves,” you said nonchalantly and his eyes widened. “I would go if I were you.” You all watched as Bob checked his watch before frantically scampering out of the room and you tried to save your laughter for when the door shut behind him.

“Oh Bob, so smart yet so clueless,” Rooster said, shaking his head and you snorted, shooting Phoenix a look and she just pleaded with her eyes for you to keep your mouth shut… which you did. You’d decided you’d done enough matchmaking for the evening, and looked up to Jake who was looking down at you already with clearly the same idea in mind. 

“Well, thank you all for a pleasant evening but if you’ll excuse us…” Jake started but you were already taking his hand and dragging him out of the room, ignoring the gags and Payback yelling ‘you’re not subtle’ after you as you ran into the hallway with him in tow. “My room or yours?”

“Whichever is closer,” you answered, squealing as he swept you up off your feet and carried you down the hallway, stopping in front of your room. You rooted around your purse until you felt your keycard and pulled it out, leaning to tap it against the handle but he plucked it from your grasp and beat you to it. “You’re ridiculous.” you giggled and he just shook his head as he kicked the door closed behind him.

“It’s customary to carry you over the threshold,” you let out a full laugh now.

“We’re not the ones that got married,” you pointed out and he shrugged, dropping you onto the bed and making his way to the mini-fridge.

“Yeah well, I know it wasn’t Bob you two were conspiring about in the bathroom and I’m not leaving anything to chance.” He pulled out a bottle of champagne and grabbed two glasses from the bar area atop the dresser. “Besides, only took a year of silent pining to get you in bed, so we’re doing this right.” he said as he popped the champagne, chuckling as you jumped at the loud pop. He handed you a full glass and tapped it against yours as he sat beside you.

“To Coyote and Abby?” you asked and he shook his head.

“No, to the best maid of honor and best man there ever was,” he replied and you laughed.

“I’ll drink to that,” you said taking a sip, “so pining, huh?”

“Be cool about it,” he sighed, and you just beamed up at him, leaning in to give him a quick peck and melting into him when he chased after your lips. 

“I just don’t know how I didn’t notice it,” you said after pulling away.

“Well, you never looked at me for more than three seconds consecutively so I’m not surprised you didn’t,” he said and you felt another pang of guilt strike your heart. You knew without a doubt he wasn’t saying this to make you feel guilty, Jake was a lot of things but most importantly he was someone who respected boundaries, no matter what they were. Even though you might not have looked at him for more than three seconds at a time you knew this implicitly. But still, you felt it anyways as you looked over this incredibly handsome man who was looking at you like you’d hung all the stars and the moon. Really you’d had no idea, you didn’t necessarily peg yourself as his type so you’d never given yourself the opportunity to appreciate him any further than being a decent teammate but now here you were, appreciating everything before you and letting your mind run amuck with possibilities and desires… desire that was rekindling in your veins as your leg pressed against his perched on the edge of the bed. 

Feeling a streak of boldness you plucked the glass from his hand and stood to place them on the dresser, discarding them as you set your sights elsewhere. You placed the ball of your foot on his knee, allowing the fabric of your dress to part at the slit and fall to the side, exposing your leg to him as you carefully leaned over and undid the strap and pulled the heel off, smirking as you had his undivided attention. As you did the same with your other he took over, carefully unbuckling and sliding his free hand up your calf as he tossed the shoe aside. You slid onto him, straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands held you securely at your waist. “Well, I see you now…” you whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck and letting your fingers undo the first few buttons of his shirt. “And I definitely like what I see.” He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the slow tenderness of the elevator was gone as a hunger set in. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped your plush skin and rolled your hips in response causing his grip on you to tighten. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots and the groan that fell from his lips sent warmth flooding to your core. You wanted more, you wanted to be closer, you wanted everything that he had to give you. 

You pulled back suddenly, slipping from his lap and pulling him up with you as you turned your back to him and pulled your hair to the side. He got the memo instantly, pressing himself against you and pressing kisses along your exposed neck as he pulled the zipper down, fingers ghosting along your skin as he pushed the silky fabric to the floor. He spun you around and lifted you onto the dresser, shaking his head as he took in the matching set you were wearing, “so fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he trailed his fingers along your legs, tracing your form and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paused over your clothed heat, briefly giving you a small bit of the friction you were desperate for before stepping between your legs and pulling your lips to his again. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, sheer desire and greed overtaking you both as you finished stripping him of his shirt and began working on his belt. You felt bold once more, something about Jake making you feel so wanted had you keen to return the favor. 

Pushing him away from you, you slid to the floor landing on your knees before him and looking up at him with bright eyes as you tugged his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his cock and quickly taking him in your hand. You watched as looked down at you with his lips parted and breathing ragged and maintained eye contact as you took his achingly red tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue over the beads of precum before working him further down. He groaned, hands coming to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he hit the back of your throat and you brought your freehand up to gently cradle and massage his balls.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he grunted and you felt saliva begin to spill past your lips and down your neck as you bobbed up and down, using your other hand to stroke what didn’t fit and Jake knew he’d never witnessed anything so sinfully beautiful. You felt your core throbbing as you took him, aching for any kind of friction but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you watched the blissed out pleasure on his face above you. You gagged around him and the grip in your hair tightened as he bucked into your mouth, his free hand coming to swipe the tears that escaped from the corners of your eyes before he pulled himself from you and lifted you to your feet. He captured you in a kiss as he walked you backwards and you rid yourself of your bra just as he pushed you down and settled between your legs at the foot of the bed.

You parted yourself for him instantly, looking down at him in anticipation as he kissed up your legs, paying special attention to the soft skin of your inner thighs… so close but so far from where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, almost scowling when he placed a firm hand to your hips to hold you still and he smirked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled your underwear off. “So needy,” he muttered as he licked a gentle stripe through your folds and your hips bucked towards his face. “So wet already, all this for me, sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, fingers tangling in his hair as he began softly lapping at your clit, you let out a moan as your head fell back against the mattress, already feeling overly sensitive when he’d barely touched you. He increased his pressure, tongue moving expertly and precisely across your sensitive bundle of nerves and your brain grew fuzzy as you squirmed beneath him, wanting more but unable to do anything but moan his name. 

“Jake,” you said breathily, and he knew what you wanted without even asking. He used his finger to gently tease your entrance, collecting your slick as he continued to work your clit and you kept trying to buck your hips closer. He finally eased a finger in, carefully stretching you before adding a second and pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, making his cock twitch and you felt your release growing closer. 

“That’s it, baby, gonna cum for me?” he asked, keeping his speed and pressure consistent.

“Yes, fuck, yes-” you were cut off by your own moan, body twitching as your orgasm overtook you with blinding euphoria. He held your thighs apart when you tried to clamp them down, working you through your high until you were jolting at every lick and thrust with overstimulation. He was over you in an instant, molding himself to you and you wrapped your arms around him as you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning as you felt him press against your sensitive core and you clenched around nothing, yearning to feel him inside you and you reached between you to stroke his length and press him to your entrance.

“You sure? We can-” he began to ask, brushing your hair from your face as he looked down at you and you nodded.

“Please,” you all but whined, and you wanted to be embarrassed by how wrecked you sounded but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He eased himself into you, groaning as he bottomed out and giving you a moment to adjust. You felt fire licking at your veins, burning in the sweetest way as you stretched to accommodate him. Wrapping your legs around him you nodded for him to continue, breathing in sharply as he began to thrust and your eyes rolled back at how full you felt. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight for me…” he groaned, picking up his pace and you gripped onto his shoulders as he bucked into you, the careful roll of his hips stimulating your clit and you were certain you had never felt pleasure like this before. It was sheer ecstasy as it overwhelmed you entirely, your senses registering nothing but him and his intoxicating touch. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you cursed as he plunged deeper, the new angle allowing him to brush against your g-spot and when his hand curled around your throat applying soft but deliberate pressure you knew you were barreling towards your second release. “God, princess you’re so good for me… taking me so good,” he moaned before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting as much of you as he could. He removed his hand from your throat to rub tight circles around your clit as he continued to fuck into you and your legs began to quiver around him. 

“Cum for me honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered as he buried his face in your neck, desperately staving off his own release as he waited for you. It was like his command was all it took, hitting you like a ton of bricks with a strangled moan as your walls fluttered around him, gripping him like a vice and triggering his own as his thrusts became uneven and rough, filling you with warmth as he worked both of you through your highs. He relaxed against you, lifting his head and pressing soft kisses along your cheekbones as your chest heaved, trying to regain breath. You slid your hand through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and enjoying the blissful moment of peace as you came back to your body, feeling him drip from your core while his softening length remained inside you. 

“So…” he started, still placing kisses to every inch of your face as you scrunched your nose adorably at him.

“So…?” you repeated with a soft smile when he pulled back to look down at you, eyes full of hope.

“Will you go on a date with me?” you laughed breathlessly, shaking your head as he carefully slid out of you and laid on his side next to you, pulling you with him and tangling your legs together. 

“I fear we’ve done this all out of order,” you teased, smiling as his hand found a home on your waist and drew you closer. “You sure you wanna ask me out?” you asked, carefully trying to feel out his intentions as you recalled your conversation with Phoenix in the bathroom.

“There’s a lot I want to do with you sweetheart, starting with taking you on a date,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer. “Is that a yes?” he chuckled.

You nodded against him, “yeah, that’s a yes.”

“I was thinking karaoke… we’ve got a pretty airtight performance already locked and loaded,” he said as he began humming Bon Jovi, and you just laughed.

“I don’t like karaoke, but that actually sounds fun,” you said, “and you’re to blame,” you added in a whisper, vaguely in cadence with the song and his laugh shook your whole frame. He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him.

“We don’t have to karaoke, I just wanted to hear you laugh,” he said before kissing you and you smiled into it.

“Who knew you were so cheesy?” you asked and he just shrugged before tucking you under his chin. 

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

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Webster Hubbell

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6'5"

Webster Lee "Web" Hubbell (born 1949), is a former Arkansas lawyer and politician. He was a lawyer in Pulaski County before serving as Mayor of Little Rock from 1979 until he resigned in 1981. He was appointed by Bill Clinton as chief justice of Arkansas State Supreme Court in 1983. When Clinton became President, Hubbell was appointed as Associate Attorney General from 1993 to 1994.

Tall, thick with a pair of DSLs (dick sucking lips) that'll make anyone proud. I'm surprised I wasn't into him more as 'big, dumb looking Hoss" guys are SO my type.

Born and raised in Little Rock, Arkansas, Hubbell attended the University of Arkansas where he played offensive tackle for the Arkansas Razorbacks. Hubbell was selected in the 1969 NFL draft by the Chicago Bears, but an injury ended his football career. He graduated from the University of Arkansas with a degree in Electrical Engineering in 1970, then graduated with a Juris Doctor degree from the University of Arkansas School of Law with honors.

In December 1994, Hubbell pleaded guilty to federal mail fraud and tax evasion charges in connection with his handling of billing at the Rose Law Firm, a firm with partners that once included Hillary Clinton and Vince Foster. Hubbell pled guilty to one count of wire fraud and one count of failing to disclose a conflict of interest, and was sentenced to 21 months in prison.

Afterwards, Hubbell worked as an independent legal consultant, general counsel for an Internet start-up, and general counsel and senior vice-president for a large commercial insurance company until July 2010 where he moved to Charlotte, North Carolina, where he now writes novels.

Hubbell and his wife, Suzy, have four children and seven grandchildren. The four children is a plus as it goes to my "loves to fuck" theory. A negative is the rumor he might have fathered Chelsea Clinton. Strangely, it's a plus for Hillary Clinton if she fucked him.

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Trial of Daniel Penny: High-Stakes Legal Drama in a Divided New York

Daniel Penny’s Trial: A Divided New York and the Role of Jury Consultant In the bustling corridors of Manhattan criminal court, the atmosphere is charged as jury selection continues for Daniel Penny, a former Marine charged with the tragic choking death of Jordan Neely, a homeless man, on a New York subway train. Each day, prospective jurors enter the courtroom, where a notable figure has taken…

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Ok but younger student Brennan au aka wouldn’t it be great if she was too feral for Booth to handle

In summary, please picture younger, dissertating Brennan, who is just as superior, unimpressed, and self important, but even more impulsive, violent, callous, unprofessional. Totally unaware of and indifferent to the legal process. Like amplifying all her best/worst traits of S1. She knows best, she can solve this case on her own, she goes after Judge Hastings and slugs him of her own volition.

Booth only finds out about this new evidence tech consultant the FBI squints hired when he gets the call to bail her out of jail. He has enough going on right now, what with his new son, his gambling problems, his low status at work, and that simmering anger he can’t quite seem to shake. The last thing he needs is this wildcard kid squint who has appointed herself judge and jury. Also, where the hell did she get a gun?

He does his best to disentangle the FBI from this kid, but she gets under his skin. She calls him right out, correct in the accusation that he’s too cowardly to push the investigation into the judge because he’s too powerful. She insists her evidence is both good and clear. “Be a cop,” she says, before shoving away from him and stomping off. He may have fired her, but somehow she’s the one who ends up on top. Metaphorically. Not that he’s thought about it literally. Much.

Her words get the better of his common sense, he goes after the judge and, yeah, it turns out her evidence is good.

When he tries to hire her back, she’s too proud to accept it.

Her boss, this smug dickhead Dr. Stires, intercedes and tells Booth off for wasting his student’s time. Booth does not like how he talks about Brennan at all, more possessive owner than mentor. The FBI is able to work from Brennan’s notes to rebuild most of the case.

He tries again to catch her, waiting outside her apartment one night with an armful of Chinese food, a bottle of scotch, and his best charmer smile. The way she tells him off would have hurt more if she didn’t look so damn young. Still, she lets him in. They drink too much. They spend the night together.

The next morning it’s impressive how she manages to be that hungover while still being so articulately furious with him. Also, so very loud. She throws him out in the early morning, swearing she’ll never speak to him again.

The throbbing in his head and his dinged dignity makes him yell back at her through the locked door, but it’s no use. He can hardly string a sentence together while she’s composing a full lecture series on why he’s “detestable.”

He swears he’ll never see her again, but even then, he knew he’d do anything to get her back.

He had to stop getting himself into these situations with women.

Apparently her and her professor are leaving on a trip to Guatemala. It wouldn’t be an abuse of power to get his buddy at Homeland Security to put her on the no-fly list, would it?

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S.V. Dáte at HuffPost:

WASHINGTON — Donald Trump’s coup attempt that ended with the Jan. 6, 2021, assault on the U.S. Capitol may be on the cusp of making new headlines, just weeks ahead of the November election. Or not. That decision is now in the hands of U.S. District Judge Tanya Chutkan, who will determine when and how much to make public of a detailed accounting of special counsel Jack Smith’s evidence backing up the four felony charges against Trump. That could include material never before seen, such as grand jury testimony from then-Vice President Mike Pence and Trump chief of staff Mark Meadows. Whether and how much any of those details will matter to voters in the campaign’s final weeks, though, is an open question. “Very, very unlikely,” said Republican pollster Neil Newhouse. “Jan. 6 is already baked into this election cake.” Fellow Republican David Kochel, a consultant and veteran of numerous campaigns, said he also doubts that any new information or details about testimony will change many minds. “If you care about Jan. 6, you’re already for Harris,” he said about Vice President Kamala Harris, the Democratic nominee. “I guess anything helps. And when Trump is covered wall to wall, it’s usually unhelpful to him.”

The fact that Donald Trump’s coup attempt on January 6th, 2021 could be back in the news right before election day is a bad omen for Trump’s chances.