#prison hall

[ladylluan]

'If it meant he got to sleep next to Draco, Harry certainly didn't care if an Azkaban escapee was after him.'

Draco decides to sleep next to Harry because he is worried that Sirius Black will find and try to harm him again.

And Harry certainly isn't complaining about having a guardian angel😌

[ricky-is-too-silly]

I love these sm

[kropotkindersurprise]

June 27/28/29, 2023 - Police stations, prisons, town halls, and banks burn across France after police executed 17-year old Naël M. during a traffic stop. [video]/[video]/[video]/[video]

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Lower Manhattan's notorious Tombs prison, on the left, is connected to the Manhattan Criminal Court building by the Bridge of Sighs, 1924.

Photo: Associated Press

[llitchilitchi]

tonight has been such a great show of how the fans see c!Dream. the language surrounding him is dehumanizing, in the story, he is the book, he is kept in a vault, he is a monster - c!Q and c!Sam are seconds from calling him it, and the fandom reflects so many of these views. he is not a person with feelings, he is a monster, a predator stalking its prey, an obssessed beast. not human, never human with his very own motivations and goals and dreams who plans for something more. he never wans things for a reason that could not be seen as selfish desire, he is evil personified.

but the moment the language around him, by others in the story, the people who hold power over him reflect the lack of humanity that he should be granted, suddenly it is impossible to strip him of this human side. no, he cannot be in a vault, vault is for objects (like the revive book that everyone sees him as).

he is granted only as much humanity as people think he deserves to be punished further

[wri0thesley]

wriothesley is physically so werewolf coded but story-wise so vampire coded (duke who lives in seclusion in an always dark prison under the sea?!?) and that is so sexy of him. thinking about gothic horror romance with him so very hard tonight

[tally-hautism]

I'm certain you've seen it by now. but new tally hall affiliated project!!

White Collar Prison a Musical, by the man who helped co-produce Not a Trampoline.

Bora plays electric guitar and Rob is the villain, Cornelius Vanderock

You can find it here

More below the cut

Tal of TallyBall covered it really well here

For extra info see the first comment on this thread

[good-beanswrites]

A second drabble of "Fuuta goes to get a 3am snack and Es is being Weird" LOL. I love @waivyjellyfish 's hcs of inhuman Es, and they would 100% use this to torture Fuuta. Nothing overtly supernatural happens, which just adds to his pain that it's all technically possible, but still creeping him the fuck out ��

Fuuta blinked the grogginess from his eyes, the fridge light nearly blinding him. He shifted around some leftovers, picking out something that looked appetizing. He peered over his shoulder. It was the dead of night, and he’d hate to wake any of the others. Unfortunately, he had no such luxury himself. His grumbling stomach didn’t care about his need for rest. 

He placed a bite of cold food in his mouth. 

He closed the fridge door, revealing Es standing behind it. 

His coughing masked the sound of horror that would have come out otherwise. He’d leapt backwards about five feet, narrowly avoiding throwing the food directly at the warden’s darkened figure.

“You didn’t choose my cooking?” was all Es said in response to the mortifying reaction.

“The fuck are you doing!? I didn’t even hear you come in…” 

One would think that those clicking heels and collar of jangling keys would make Es into a walking noisemaker, but they were surprisingly silent everywhere they went. The prisoners had often joked about Es’ catlike steps. Fuuta in no laughing mood, now.

“Don’t you have a lot to do tomorrow?” He tried to shake the uneasy feeling swirling in his gut. “You’ve been talking about it all day, I thought you’d want as much sleep as you could get.” 

“I don’t sleep.”

“Does it look like I care that you’re drowned with work? That’s your own fault for trying to handle ten prisoners all by yourself. You’re not getting any pity from me.”

“Eh? No, I mean, I don’t sleep.”

Fuuta paused. “Stop fucking with me. I’m too tired for this crap.”

“I mean it. I was already awake when I heard someone up, I just wanted to investigate.”

“Bullshit. There’s no way you heard me from all the way down the hall, through that heavy door of yours. You’re probably hungry, too – but don’t get any ideas, these are mine.” He moved to the counter, transferring the food to another dish to heat. 

Es followed, their icy eyes flicking between him and the food. 

“You really prefer Mahiru’s cooking that much more?”

“Of course. Yours sucks. Don’t think I’ll give you any fake flattery just because you’re the warden.”

“I figured you would want me in charge of the kitchen instead of Jackalope. I’m just trying to help.”

“Tch. I’m pretty sure you’re trying to kill us.”

“With my cooking?” A smirk stretched across their lips. “There are easier ways to kill a person.”

Es stared at him, that odd smile on their face.

Fuuta tried to smother the shiver creeping up his spine. 

They had to have been messing with him. This is just how a bored warden gets their kicks, he figured. They sneak up on unsuspecting prisoners in the middle of the night and say ominous things. They just liked bringing up murder to get under his skin. And of course they slept. They slept, ate, and – he looked down at the dish of food. He had seen them eat, right? He wracked his brain for any memory of it. It would explain the poor-tasting cooking…

“Ah!” Es’ voice made him jump for the second time that night. He followed their gaze over to the doorway, where Jackalope was hopping into the dim kitchen. 

Es began to speak into the silence. This type of craziness, at least, was a familiar one: their insistence that they could speak to the little animal.

“I know, I know. … Yes, of course. I’ll be finished here in a moment.”

Fuuta’s gaze flicked between the pair. Tiny, black, beady eyes. Large, pale, round ones. Jacklope’s twitchy little nose. The way Es seemed entirely motionless.

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.” Fuuta grabbed the dish and stormed out of the room. He avoided meeting either set of eyes. Let them have their crazy, creepy conversations in the dark by themselves. He was out. 

Es’ voice echoed into the hallway as he hurried back to his cell. 

“Goodnight, Fuuta…” 

Fuuta tried not to look like a little kid running back through the darkened corridors, but he certainly didn’t take his time.

The sheets rustled around him as he got into. His back pressed against the cell wall, so he could keep an eye on the entrance. He strained his ears to listen for any unnaturally quiet steps.

Then he looked down at his food.

He had completely lost his appetite.

[ladypepperofdavenshire]

I doooon't think I've said much about Blair's past? So I'm taking this Throwback Thursday to delve a bit into her teen/young adult years :^)

Blair had a rough childhood with her bio dad in and out of prison, and her  mom divorcing him and marrying a man who was involved in criminal  activities that he used to support the family without them knowing.   Blair found out she could use temporal fields when she was a teenager,  utilizing them to get away with petty crime.  Her stepfather reeled her into  his chop shop activities, which she resented the entire time, and  eventually used her as a scapegoat when he got into some hot water and  directed all the evidence of the carjacking to her.  She tried to run away but was caught by the Jade's Hall team sent to apprehend her, where  she was taken to the facilities for "rehabilitation," as they told her family and authorities, but really turned out to be experimentation.   She was seventeen at the time.  She spent eight years locked up and experimented on before she was broken out by, Terminus, a man working on the inside to recruit powerful superhumans for the superhuman terrorist he worked under. Given Blair's abilities, she was seen as a huge asset, so she was high up on the list for this particular prison break.

Due to being isolated and only coming into contact with researchers, scientists, doctors, and a few fellow human guinea pigs since she was a teenager, Blair's social skills are sorely lacking when she's liberated. She's mistrusting of most people and cagey, trying to figure out what they want from her since that's all anyone ever saw her as, a means to an end. This shifts more when she finds out Aaron was a fellow inmate who has experimented on who bonds with her, and later, when she has to rely on the kindness of Ben and his team when she and her daughter are on the run following Aaron's death at the hands of the rogue agents sent to recapture them.

[devilish-parrot]

i try stay off tumblr for one day and rob + bora release a whole ass musical album

wtf

[sincerecinnamon]

Y'ALL, ROB AND BORA ARE IN A DEBUTING MUSICAL TOGETHER!!! /pos

I hate naps, but of course, the one time I nap for 5 hours, I wake up to a new important album-

[historyartthings]

I know it had always been traditional for a book of hours to be passed down and given to family - often it was intended to be owned by more than its first user.

But still, Raphe Sadler keeping Thomas’s, and clearly instilling it with such a sense of importance that it was preserved and handed down over multiple generations, and then donated to be properly looked after? That it was kept so safe, even after his arrest and execution?

…Crying in the club rn

[ricky-is-too-silly]

I remember when I first got into Tally Hall I couldn’t tell the difference between Joe and Ross, and looking back on that, I was fucking stupid.

[janehallfansxx]

Jane on set of Wentworth with the wonderful Jacquie Brennan AKA Linda Miles 🥰

[artandthebible]

The Deliverance Of St. Paul And St. Barnabas

Artist: Claude-Guy Hallé (French, 1652-1736)

Date: Unknown

Medium: Oil on Canvas

Collection: Musee de la Ville de Paris, Musee Carnavalet, Paris, France

[t00thpasteface]

there is water at the bottom of the ocean