#ultime parole

[condividiamolavita]

"da adesso in poi non bevo più niente"

[princessofmistake]

«Non mi avrai, Creonte, né domata, né persuasa. Ti sguscerò tra le ombre dei pensieri, troverai la spada dei miei implacabili argomenti conflitta nel midollo delle tue risoluzioni, sarò entrata dentro il tuo recinto. Mi avrai come una lima di dubbio e di rimorso, nel sonno e in ogni gesto di arbitrio e di potere. Mai ti libererai di me.»

[ross-nekochan]

Io che alle ore 18:00 da sola a casa parlo ad alta voce e dico:

"Marò teng nu suonn che m n jess proprio a curcà

...

E quasi quasi chell facc"

[primepaginequotidiani]

PRIMA PAGINA Il Giorno di Oggi giovedì, 17 ottobre 2024

[vague-humanoid]

Emmanuel Littlejohn has been waiting for months to find out whether he will die on Thursday or get to live. It's been "the hardest thing I ever did."

Littlejohn, 52, is set to be executed for the shooting death of a convenience store owner during a robbery in Oklahoma City in 1992. If Republican Oklahoma Gov. Kevin Stitt declines to grant him clemency, Littlejohn will be the third inmate executed by the state this year and the 17th in the nation. He's also one of five men the U.S. is executing in a six-day period, and he's set to die just about eight hours before Alabama is expected to execute Alan Eugene Miller using nitrogen gas.

"I would say to the governor: Do what you think is the right thing," Littlejohn told USA TODAY in a recent interview.

Littlejohn has admitted to his role in the robbery but has maintained that his accomplice was the one to pull the trigger, not him.

"I accept responsibility for what I did but not what they want me to accept responsibility for," Littlejohn previously told USA TODAY. "They want me to accept that I killed somebody, but I haven't killed somebody."

In a rare move, the Oklahoma Pardon and Parole Board voted 3-2 to recommend clemency for Littlejohn, whose legal team argued that the evidence in the case was unclear, especially who the triggerman was.

Still, Republican Oklahoma Attorney General Gentner Drummond said afterward that his office would still be arguing against clemency to the governor, calling Littlejohn a "violent and manipulative killer."

If you’re outraged over Missouri murdering Marcellus Williams, then you should know Oklahoma is planning on carrying out an execution of Emmanuel Littlejohn this Thurs. at 10am.

Littlejohn was pardoned by the PPB. There’s still time to call the Governor: 405-521-2342.

I was able to leave a voicemail by pressing 1 then 4 then 0. After what happened in Missouri, there's an overwhelming sense of hopelessness that the care about public comments but I hope Emmanuel is able to avoid Khaliifah's fate.

Hi, the best thing to do is to call the Governor’s office directly and press 0 to be connected to a staff person. Ask that the governor respect the wishes of the pardon and parole board and grant clemency to Emmanuel Littlejohn. 405-521-2342

[im-tryingtoloveyou]

ED IO CON TE PER TE LO SAI MI SENTO MALE CHE CON TE NON C'È DOMENICA SABATO NORMALE

[batboyblog]

I'm seeing a worrying amount of idiots on tumblr dot com push that "Kamala hates trans women" and I am losing my mind at how they are pushing it, constantly, saying she is a proven transmisogynist, despite it being a complete lie and her actively working behind the scenes to help trans women in prison. Is there like, sources that could help debunk this shit because I'm at my wits end as these people scream and cry and vomit trying to get biden to drop out but then are like "eghhhh still don't wanna vote for a transphobic cop..." when she's NEITHER-

Isn't the internet wonderful? first rule NEVER examine your priors! ALWAYS! hang onto whatever the first hot take you had on a subject to THE DEATH!

"Kamala is Transphobic!" over here in reality

past that trans and LGBT rights groups have been quick to endorse her like

Advocates for Trans Equality

Human Rights Campaign

just today 1,100 LGBT celebrities, lawmakers and leaders endorsed her

“The intersection on the issue of reproductive care and trans care, and the ability of families to be able to have care for their children and their families, is really, again, an intersection around attacks that are on an identity,” -Vice-President Harris, 2023

any ways the root of the idea she's transphobic comes from one case in 2015. Two inmates in the California State Prison system sued to get GRS, which as inmates would have been covered by the Prison system. It's worth noting here, both women got what they wanted, one was paroled and got the surgery covered by California Medicare while the other serving a life sentence was ultimately covered by the prison system.

Two things are important to bear in mind here, 1. Part of the job of California Attorneys General is to defend the state when it is sued, thats the job, 2. It seems early on in the case Harris was not personally aware of it, about 1,000 lawyers work in the Cali AG's office and so the AG cannot be personally aware of every case, and check this quote from the Lambda Legal lawyer handling the case:

“The California AG’s office shifted its handling of these cases significantly after now-Sen. Harris took over,” Renn said. “Initially there was language in briefing for the state that glaringly misunderstood the medical necessity of transition-related medical care and was patently offensive. But then, there was a dramatic change, which seems to have gone along with important policy shifts.”

Link

in 2019 Harris talked about the case and working after it was settled to change the policy of the California State Prison system

"When that case came up, I had clients, and one of them was the California Department of Corrections. It was their policy. When I learned about what they were doing, behind the scenes, I got them to change the policy," Harris said.

"I commit to you that always in these systems there are going to be these things that these agencies do. And I will commit myself, as I always have, to dealing with it," Harris said.

Any ways Harris can consistently spoken out for and supported Trans people, banned the hateful Trans panic defense when she was AG, in the Senate supported the Equality Act, during her 2020 campaign for President she drew attention to the hate crimes against black trans women while holding herself accountable for the 2015 case. As Vice-President she drew fire voicing support for Dylan Mulvaney during the hellish Bud Light backlash. Her Husband Doug was tapped to host the first ever White House Trans Day of Remembrance

basically you're looking at a great ally who clearly supports trans rights, who was involved in a case, which involved two people who got the surgeries they were looking for paid for by the State of California, close to 10 years ago now, there's evidence that both she moved the case in a better direction when she took over it and also that she changed the polices of the state to before more gender affirming.

[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ You are found guilty

(Neuvillette sentences you for your horrible crimes. That's it. sfw)

“It saddens me to announce this… But you leave me with no choice. I shall render the final verdict.” 

The Iudex of Fontaine stood before you, tall and regal with his imposing gaze of impartiality. With a solemn clearing of his throat, he prepared to deliver the ultimate decision. “In light of the evidence provided, and the gravity of your actions, I shall announce the final judgment.”

“N-no… Your honor, Please,” - you whispered, shaking your head in disbelief at what will come. Your hands came clasping together, a silent plea for mercy.

“According to the judgment of Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale…”

“I beg you, d-don’t.”

“... The court finds the defendant guilty.” 

The court fell silent, as the words of the Chief Justice echoed throughout the hall. The silent witnesses of your case were immobile, and no one was here to defend your sins. You clenched your fists, your gaze searching Neuvillette’s despairing one. 

“But monsieur, I am telling you, I am innocent. Look, I have a child!”

Another silence bestowed upon the room. Neuvillette cleared his throat and in the same eloquent tone of formality interjected. Although it took him a great deal not to break out of character - “My dear. For the last time, a four-foot Otter plushie cannot constitute adequate evidence of being a child.” 

You sulked. Had this been a true courthouse, the onlookers would have shaken their heads in disbelief at your feeble attempt to feign innocence. But there were no living spectators in this courthouse. In fact, you and your beloved were not even in the Opera Epiclese. In reality, it was the sanctuary of your home, and the so-called eyewitnesses were your countless pillows or plushies that blocked Neuvillette from hugging you at night when you monopolized the bed with them.

“After careful and thorough consideration, the court has determined that you shall be sentenced to... “ - Neuvillette paused for the dramatics. “An eternity of cuddles and kisses provided by the Iudex himself.”

“Have mercy on me, Neuvi. I used the Otter plushie as a pillow and fell asleep once, it’s not like I forgot to give you a goodnight kiss on purpose, honey.” 

But of course, your beloved would not let such deeds go unpunished. That’s how your life was with him, along with the endless ‘legal jokes’. Neuvillette's professional life demanded impartiality and severity in accordance with the law, but at home, in the comfort of your arms, all formality dissipated. For his sanity, he relished returning home where his need to physically bury his face onto your chest was systematic. All you need to do is either caress his silver hair, embrace him in bed, or give him a loving kiss - it doesn’t matter, he is already a puddle of a dragon in your arms.

However, dare to forget your nightly cuddles and it will rain heavily outside out of the blue.  

“I am afraid the decision is final, dear. No chance of parole, either.” - He sat beside you, arms warped around your form to envelop your face in much-needed kisses. He peppers gentle pecks on your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, anything to reach the quota of the skipped smooches you neglected him. 

“Aw, man. Not even on good behavior?”

“Absolutely not. The court renounces your plushie rights for the upcoming nights.”

It appears that if one yearned for a large Otter to embrace, they may have had one right by their side all along.

[fiannalover]

Penny got everything. She's a hacker. She's British. She's studying overseas. She has the best grades in her class. She has the ultimate marketable team. All of them have Baby-Doll Eyes. You're beating up her pets. She never cleans her house. She's a furry. She's a gamer. She's on parole. She reads TV Tropes. She likes girls. She orchestrated a grand scheme with her best friends and then she had to orchestrate a second grand scheme with her new friend to deal with the first scheme. None of her friends saw her face. She does the chicken dance with more enthusiasm than anyone else in the game. She says "cringe". She's will grow up to be a milf hunter. She's even biracial.

[morbidology]

This photograph depicts the last moments of 14-year-old Regina Walters, before she was killed by serial killer, Robert Ben Rhoades, who preyed on young women in America in the late 1980s and early 1990s.

Regina Walters was a teenager from Pasadena, Texas, who disappeared in February 1990. She had run away from home with her boyfriend, Ricky Lee Jones, hoping for a new life away from the challenges of adolescence. The two embarked on what they likely thought would be an adventure, hitchhiking their way across the country. Tragically, their journey was cut short when they encountered Robert Ben Rhoades, a long-haul trucker with a penchant for violence and cruelty.

Rhoades, who would later be dubbed "The Truck Stop Killer," was a predator who used his job as a truck driver to hunt for victims along the highways of the United States. He had outfitted his truck with a "torture chamber" in the sleeper cab, where he would imprison and torture his victims before ultimately murdering them. Regina and Ricky Lee Jones became two of the many victims in his gruesome spree.

Rhoades abducted the young couple in Texas, killing Ricky almost immediately and disposing of his body, which was later discovered in Mississippi. Regina, however, was not granted a quick death. Instead, she was subjected to Rhoades' depraved cruelty, held captive in his truck for an extended period.

The photograph of Regina Walters, taken by Rhoades, serves as a grim document of her final days. In it, her fear is palpable, and the bleak surroundings underscore the hopelessness of her situation. Rhoades had forced her into the black dress and heels, mocking her helplessness as he snapped the photo in an abandoned barn in Illinois, where he would eventually end her life.

Regina’s body was discovered in September 1990, months after her disappearance, near a desolate rural road in Illinois. Her remains were so decomposed that identification was initially difficult. However, the discovery of the photograph in Rhoades' possession, along with other evidence, eventually led to the confirmation of her identity.

Rhoades' capture in April 1990 came about by chance when an Arizona state trooper pulled him over for a routine traffic stop. The officer discovered a terrified and chained woman in the back of Rhoades' truck, leading to his arrest. Further investigation revealed the true extent of his crimes, and authorities linked him to multiple murders across several states.

Rhoades was eventually convicted of three murders, including that of Regina Walters, but it is widely believed that he was responsible for many more deaths. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

[fromkenari]

Emmanuel Littlejohn will be executed tomorrow, Thursday, September 26th, 2024, in Oklahoma, though there is strong doubt about his guilty verdict, and the Parole Board has recommended clemency.

Call and tell Governor J. Kevin Stitt to stop this execution

Sign the petition for Governor J. Kevin Stitt to stop this execution (You do not have to be from the United States!)

This is the third innocent man of color who will be executed in the United States in the past week.

[angelicguy]

*on the phone with my parole officer* Yeah binging with babish basically made the ultimate cookie

[claw-org]

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SEASONING CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT ‘SCPD’ HAS CONFIRMED THAT THE ORIGINAL CONTENT POSTED WAS UTILIZED AS A FORM OF COERCION AND/OR INDOCTRINATION BY THE WORLD WIDE ORGANIZATION KNOWN AS "CLAW”.

CURRENT RUN OF THE ACCOUNT IS IN ACCORDANCE WITH PAROLE, REQUESTED BY PREVIOUS VICTIMS TO GIVE PROPER CONTEXT TO THE ORGANIZATION AND ITS LASTING AFFECT. ANY QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS WILL BE MONITORED BY OFFICIALS BEFORE POSTING OR REPOSTING.

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, REVIEW WITH CAUTION.

With regards to the viewer,

My name is Suzuki Toichiro, 鈴木統一郎.

As the previous overseer of the, now dissolved, organization it has been brought to my attention that I am now responsible for providing the state of affairs on all past occurrences within the confines of my business. I do not encourage you to reach out, in fact I implore you to avoid such a strenuous decision. For I doubt any response would leave you, the reader, satisfied. My motives are not for mere mortal comprehension and I have no intent to reiterate in layman's terms. Consider this my personal discretion to you. If you choose to continue on your own accord, I will assume you understand any consequence that may come forth.

As for my previous men, I do not aspire to contact any of them, and reference to them will be met with nothing more than a blank response. I am not here to reconnect, nor am I here to inspire some kind of uprising.

I am here to reimburse.

Thank you.

INTERJECTION BY SCPD WILL OCCUR, CENSORSHIP APPLIED.

PREVIOUS MEMBER’S ON PAROLE ALSO HAVE BEEN GIVEN ACCESS TO THIS ACCOUNT, TO REACH OUT TO ANY OF THE ‘ULTIMATE FIVE’ OR ETC SIMPLY REQUEST BY NAME. YOUR QUESTIONS WILL BE ANSWERED BY THEM.

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Hatori Nozumo

Minigeshi Toshiki

Serizawa Katsuya @seritsuya

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ooc;

@ra-con-teur / @al13n-upr1s1ng here !

have a toichiro / claw member ask blog . any character who doesn't have a blog can be asked for/about here !! for the couple that are tagged please go to their accounts to ask .

this is gonna be fun to write for omg ... no rules here, have fun . but it would be nice to also get some serious asks here and there, too ! otherwise, go crazy . :)

tags;

suzuki response - #big boss

suzuki mindless - #ramblings of a lunatic

scpd censorship - #SCPD

any other character response - #(character name) / #member answer

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[falcemartello]

alle follie ideologiche del “green deal” sperando in chissà quale rivoluzione industriale e finendo miseramente oggi col pietire incentivi per la sopravvivenza, è ridotta a un deserto tecnologico autoinflitto da cui sarà praticamente impossibile venirne fuori.

Tuttavia, l’automotive non è l’unica eccellenza europea distrutta dalle follie finto-green; l’Ue sta perdendo competitività persino in settori impiantistici strategici in cui, fino a qualche anno fa, dettava legge in tutto il mondo.

Uno di questi è quello delle centrali termoelettriche a carbone che, contrariamente all’idea ottocentesca che la stragrande maggioranza della gente ha al riguardo, oggi sono tra le centrali più sicure e ambientalmente compatibili che vi siano al mondo.

Ciò in quanto i sistemi di ambientalizzazione a loro corredo - abbattimento delle ceneri leggere (cicloni, elettrofiltri, economizzatori, ecc.), desolforazione (DeSOx), denitrurazione (DeNOx), ecc. - garantiscono la rispondenza alle più restrittive normative Ue in materia di emissioni di PM10, NOx, SOx e ogni altra emissione nociva.

Tuttavia, a causa della fobia ingiustificata per le parole “carbone” ed “emissioni di CO2” indotta da vent’anni di lavaggio del cervello da parte del mainstream, abbiamo finito per autoinfliggerci anche lo spegnimento delle centrali a carbone italiane che, ricordiamolo, sono invece il fiore all’occhiello della nostra impiantistica.

Centrali che peraltro furono tutte profondamente revisionate negli anni 2000-2010 proprio per rispondere alle sempre più stringenti normative Ue e per le quali furono spese decine di miliardi di € buttati letteralmente in fumo: Torre Valdaliga Nord, Fiumesanto, Sulcis, Monfalcone, Brindisi Sud, La Spezia, Fusina, solo per citare le principali.

Del resto, se si analizza il costo livellato dell’energia (LCOE) per fonte di generazione, quello da carbone è solo apparentemente il doppio delle centrali eoliche e fotovoltaiche (140 contro 70 €/MWh) in quanto per queste ultime non vengono computati i costi nascosti dovuti all’intermittenza della produzione (dev’esserci generazione da fonte fossile a completo servizio delle rinnovabili quando mancano sole e vento che,

quindi, ha costi di gestione altissimi a causa dei bassi volumi di produzione) e allo stoccaggio. Basta infatti considerare i necessari sistemi di accumulo ed ecco che l'LCOE schizza immediatamente a 120-140 €/MWh, tanto quanto il carbone (pag. 43) --->

RER_Short-Report-2024.pdf

E l’impiantistica italiana?

Oggi le commesse che consentono alle nostre aziende del settore di prosperare provengono tutte, inutile dirlo, dall'Asia (la stragrande maggioranza), dall'Australia (che ha grossi giacimenti di carbone) e dal Sud America.

Gran bel risultato, vero?

[idle-soliloquy]

Prison AU (?)

TW: Attempted SA (not between Gale and John), violence.

About 4 hours ago, this idea hit me like a freight train. I think I might turn it into a full fic, but for now... here it comes.

After years of suffering abuse at the hands of his father, Gale finally snaps. He’s had enough, and for the first time, he decides to fight back. 

With little mercy—not that his father deserves any—he doles out the punches. His mother is there, watching, screaming at the top of her lungs and begging them both to cut it out, but it’s far too late. It’s vicious and heated, a rabid fight for survival. A fight to the death, as it turns out. 

The facts of the case are indisputable—after a push to the chest, James Cleven falls back and hits his head, cracking his skull on the tiled kitchen floor, dying instantly. 

Gale’s lawyer claims self-defence, leaning on the years of abuse as mitigating circumstances. The murder charge gets changed to voluntary manslaughter. Gale is sentenced to five years in prison, with the possibility of parole. 

Heading for the prison gates, Gale’s aware of his vulnerability. He’s young, has no prior history of violence, no connections inside the joint, or in the criminal world outside of it. He’s distinctly alone—there’s no one he can count on to stand by him when (not if) things get out of hand. Afraid, but ready to stand up for himself, he enters. 

He’s placed in a cell with a young man named Curt, who’s loud and brash, but ultimately friendly. It quickly becomes apparent that prison life has its own intricate set of rules. Observing the ebb and flow of inmates and their daily interactions, he notices a couple of prominent groups emerge from the more passive crowd, including a respected ‘gang’ of inmates that call themselves the 100th, with a man called Bucky at the helm. 

Gale’s wary of him.  According to his bunkmate, Bucky’s swell. But how can one be swell, if they murdered a man in cold blood in the middle of a train station? 

In the chow hall during breakfast, and out in the yard, Gale can feel Bucky’s eyes sliding across his back like a hot poker. It’s unnerving. Makes Gale’s teeth stand on edge. Bucky’s illicit presence is like a blazing cocoon of (un)wanted attention that settles around Gale’s shoulders, and stays there no matter his disgruntlement with its weight.  

As the days go by, Gale keeps his distance, but can’t deny that he’s horribly intrigued. Why won’t Bucky come to him, if he’s so bothered? Curt says it’s cause Bucky never forces anything. Gale should be the one to come to him. That’s just the way things are done around here. 

Gale’s too proud to bite the bullet and reach out. So, they keep circling each other, Bucky always somehow in Gale’s vicinity, and Gale standing on attention, his unreasonable heart hammering in his chest when he spots the other man out of the corner of his eye. 

A couple of weeks into his incarceration, the dreaded moment comes: Gale is set upon by one of the other prominent gangs in the prison hierarchy, one with a less pleasant reputation than Bucky’s lot. At first, he holds his own, but things are looking bleak. Roughed up and swaying, Gale’s strength is close to waning, when—

Three guards step out of the shadows, and break up the fight. Chaos ensues, but the attackers are quickly corralled, and the main offender is sent off kicking and screaming. 

A figure looms at the periphery. With one eye nearly swollen shut, Gale watches Bucky come closer, with Curt hot on his heels, and... lets himself be helped, lifted off the ground. He hates it, viscerally, but his body’s aching and there’s bile in the back of his throat. He’s acutely aware of what Bucky’s just saved him from. 

His jaw is so tense it’s clammed shut. He wants to thank him, but the only pathetic sound he’s able to force out is a wheezing cough. 

Bucky rubs his shoulder, helps him get the tremors under control. 

“You’re alright. It’s gonna be alright,” he says, tone soothing. His piercing gaze is gone, replaced with a swell of tenderness.  

After a trip to the infirmary, Gale gets back to his cell and crawls into his bunk. He can’t sleep, staring at the ceiling, mind in a perpetual whirl. 

He hears Curt roll out of his bed and tiptoe across the room. 

“You alright?” 

 The blooming bruise above Gale’s right eyelid pulses like a living thing. He looks at Curt, and nods with little conviction. 

“You know it was him, right?” Curt says. 

“What?” Gale swallows. “What do you mean, him?” 

Curt points to his battered face. “The guards. They came to save your ass cause Bucky called.” 

“You’re shitting me.” 

“Cross my heart, hope to die. It was him, alright. And when you were in the infirmary, one of the guys from the 100th was standing watch.” 

“Why?” asks Gale, breathless. 

“Cause Bucky’s told him to.” 

Gale shudders. Of course, Bucky’s got the guards at his beck and call. Gale’s done nothing so far but ignored the man, but he’s still dispatched them like it was nothing, like it didn’t cost him anything, which Gale knows cannot be true; here, every favour is a trade. In one way or another, Bucky’s paying for Gale’s protection. 

“You have to get yourself sorted out, man,” Curt whispers. “It’s gonna happen again, you know that. We can’t keep an eye on you 24 fucking 7, unless—” 

“What am I supposed to do?” 

“The only thing you can do. Get yourself under Bucky’s protection. It’s the safest place to be. No one in the 100th holds with rape, it’s pretty much the only rule we go by.”

“And what do I have to do in exchange for his protection?” Gale asks through gritted teeth, expecting the worst. 

Curt frowns. “I just told you we don’t hold with rape. Nothing. Be a part of the group, uphold the code. Protect others in turn.” 

It sounds too good to be true. 

Curt won’t stop talking, praise after praise pouring out of him. You’d think he is Bucky’s biggest fan, and maybe that’s exactly the case, and for a good reason too. Gale learns that Curt went through a similar ordeal, but since he’s been running with Bucky no one has dared to touch him. But the final straw turns ot to be the full story of how Bucky’s landed himself in prison: the man he’s murdered in cold blood raped and killed his teenage sister. Bucky chased him across the country, from Wisconsin to Wyoming, after the man was acquitted due to lack of evidence. 

“I’ll talk to Bucky first, let him know you’re coming,” Curt suggests, and Gale, swallowing down his pride, agrees. 

A strange thing happens the next day—Gale’s moved from his cell to a new one, with cleaner, sturdier walls, and a bed that doesn’t creak and wail with every shift of his body. He’s even got a proper pillow, all fluffed up, with a mint chocolate placed neatly in its centre. 

His new bunkmate is none other than Bucky himself. 

“Curt came in for a chat this morning. Said you wanted to see me,” Bucky says from the doorway. “I pulled a few strings and got you moved in here for now. Better keep an eye on you.”

Bridling, Gale turns away, but doesn’t mouth off. Doesn’t want to come off ungrateful.

“So—” Bucky says when Gale remains silent. “What do you wanna chat about? I am all yours.” With a wink, he sits on his bunk bed, arms crossed on his chest, head cocked to the side. 

The words barely crawl out of Gale’s mouth. “Let me join you. Protect me,” he says, “and I’ll stand by your side.” 

Bucky smiles, a wicked glint to his eyes. “What’s your name?” 

“You don't know it?” 

“A name is something willingly given.” 

Gale blinks, bewildered. “It’s Gale—” 

Bucky barks out a laugh, and shakes his head. “Gotta give you a new one, a proper prison name. A name like Gale’s gonna get your ass kicked even with my protection.” 

“How am I supposed to—” 

“Your name is Buck from now on.” 

“What?” Gale gapes at him, frozen to his spot by the tiny sink, nails biting into the heels of his palms. “You gave me your name?” 

“Gotta clean out these pretty ears of yours, Buck, or are you hard of hearing? It’s an entirely different word. I’m Bucky, you’re Buck. With a name like that, there’s gonna be no doubt who you belong to.” 

More to come (maybe) to ao3 near you… 

Thanks to @angelfruittree for being the best brainrotting partner, and @nicijones and @don-humes-tiny-shorts for their brilliant suggestions on what crimes Gale and John would be capable of. Kissing your brains!

[im-tryingtoloveyou]

Per il mercato di quest'anno sono proprio serena.

Quercy ha detto enough con questi motherf@ckers ultra bolliti e la dirigenza DEVE capire.