#videos of court cam

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When Crazy Karens Have Extreme Meltdowns: The Best of Karens!

Welcome to our latest video, where we dive into the hilarious and often shocking world of "Karens"! In this compilation, we showcase some of the wildest and most outrageous Karen meltdowns caught on camera. Let's see when crazy Karens have extreme meltdowns. 👉 Subscribe to my channel to stay tuned:    / @instantkarenkarma  

From epic customer service fails to outrageous demands and hilarious outbursts, these moments will leave you both laughing and shaking your head in disbelief. Ever wondered what happens when a customer takes their complaints to the next level? Our video features a range of scenarios—from absurd requests at restaurants to confrontations in retail stores. You'll witness Karens challenging employees, demanding to speak to the manager, and making the most bizarre complaints you can imagine. Each clip highlights the dramatic and sometimes over-the-top reactions that have gone viral across social media.

But this video isn't just about the meltdowns. We also take a closer look at the dynamics of customer service and the challenges that employees face in dealing with difficult customers. The service industry is often underappreciated, and our goal is to shine a light on both the absurdity of these encounters and the resilience of those on the front lines. You'll hear firsthand accounts from employees who have had to navigate these tricky situations, offering insight into how they manage to keep their cool amidst the chaos.

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AMERICA'S MOST HATED MOST WANTED FEDERAL CONVICTS | FROM INCARCERATED TO INCORPORATED

In this video, we will explore the stories of some of America's most hated and wanted federal convicts. We will look at their crimes, how they were apprehended and their current status.

[ravi-is-my-beloved]

My 8x04 Thoughts & Summary

As always, there may be some things I leave out, however, this is a summary of the majority of the episode.

911 Spoilers under the cut!!

The fact that Gerrard really thought Buck (out of everyone) would make a list of who to fire is funny. Poor Buck hated that, but it really wasn't even a storyline for Buck. It just served purpose to reveal to the audience that Councilwoman Ortiz is the one who put Gerrard back into the 118.

I had a feeling the body cams would come into play with the Hen-Ortiz storyline, but I had thought it would end badly for Hen. I was stressing during the cheerleader call, thinking the fact that they did a partial REBOA (or however it's spelled) in the ambulance would backfire on Hen. I'm so glad the body cams ended up being the thing that gave evidence to Hen's (accurate) claim to Ortiz being revengeful and having a vendetta against Hen.

Bobby really heard Gerrard gush about being a consultant for Hotshots and was like "I can kill two birds with one stone." The way he used Gerrard's own ego to turn Gerrard against Ortiz? 10/10. Now not only is Hen and Karen getting Mara back, but he now can come back to the 118.

But also, that's not the only thing that happens with Bobby this episode. As many of us predicted, Athena wanted to rebuild the old house and of course Bobby wanted something new. And of course they ended up having a two-minute talk near the end of the episode (after seeing Bobby stare at the architect plans of the old house for like a few scenes) and decided to build a house that wasn't something Michael built but rather it'd be something they'd create together for them as a couple.

My major gripe with this storyline is it felt like it was just shoved into an already-packed episode. We didn't get to see much conflict between Bobby and Athena and it just felt lackluster (to me) when it got resolved so quickly.

The way they made Hen and Karen cry because their court hearing to reinstate their foster license had the result of them being ordered no contact with Mara (of course because the judge was in Ortiz's back pocket)... I hated it. But I'm so glad they had Mara come home at the end of this episode, if it had taken longer for her to come home, I wouldn't have been able to handle it. That little video Mara did before CPS took her from the Wilson house where she talked about what she wanted for her upcoming birthday and how she called Hen "Mama"? Almost made me cry.

And of course, we can't leave out Eddie's little storyline. They are putting that man through the meat grinder. The cheerleader kid thinks Eddie's his dad (somehow) after being brought back from the brink of death and we get the saddest look from Eddie. His storyline is the only one that didn't get resolved here and we see him be mad that the cheerleader's dad wasn't talking to his son and we see why he's mad about that: because Eddie is trying to be there for Chris and he can't because Chris doesn't want him to be there. And so he's trying to reunite the cheerleader and his dad and he ends up doing it after being like "You're a grown adult, you should be there for your kid" when he talks to the kid's father.

So that's the gist of everything. I committed the tiger call but that's everything in terms of storylines in the episode. As for what I'm most excited for what's in the future, I can't wait to see the building of Athen and Bobby's house and I can't wait to see Eddie and Chris get reunited.

While I did have a few gripes with this episode (mainly in how Buck was just there this episode and how the Bobby-Athena storyline had not that much screen time), I did still really like the episode and how it ended. This was a Wilson family centric episode and I think it did the Hen-Ortiz conflict as well as it could have done.

[foreveric]

Imagine Keanu's characters's serach history on their computer.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 hol' up, lemme cook.

john wick:

most effective guns

vintage cars

how to care for a dog

kevin lomax:

best ways to make your wife cum

romantic restaurants near me

ongoing court cases

jack traven:

body cam videos

cute date ideas for girlfriend

local crime news

john constantine:

how to cope with cancer

demon possessions

near-death experiences

[dailyunsolvedmysteries]

The Harrowing case of Ashley Vigil

52-year-old Brian Kenneth Urban entered Paula Vigil’s life in 2014. “I told him my life is doctors’ appointments and surgeries,” she said. Paula took care of her daughter, Ashley Vigil, who suffered from a rare genetic disorder known as Rett Syndrome.

“Doctors told us there was very little likelihood she would make it to see her 11th birthday,” Vigil said. “Together, we could beat anything.” As an adult, Ashley's seizures grew worse, and she was losing weight. Paula installed nanny cams while working with Ashley's doctors to figure out what was happening.

Vigil discovered Urban moving her daughter, undressing her, raping her, putting her diaper back on and then moving her again.

“She could beat anything, except for him,” Paula said. Urban was arrested right after she made the discovery.

Video after video captured the crime — something that would be watched by only a few for about 20 to 30 minutes in court. Ashley died not long before the man who raped her was sentenced to prison.

In court, Urban blamed high levels of testosterone, steroids and medication for his actions. “My testosterone levels were elevated to be extremely high in a short amount of time . . . I was in a dream-like state, where reality felt like a dream,” he said in front of packed courtroom.

Dozens of volunteers showed up on the day of Urban’s sentencing to voice and show their support for Ashley. Ashley’s empty chair sat amongst a crowd of people who were there to be her voice.

“I thought I was angry before, but now that she died, I’m so angry now,” Paula said.

Urban pled guilty to five felony convictions. Judge Stephen Nelson in the West Jordan Third District Court sentenced him to serve his five convictions consecutively. This means Urban will serve five years to life for each of his two rape convictions and one to 15 years for each of his forcible sexual abuse convictions.

[cod-dump]

*Gaz and Soap are in Price’s office*

Price: Care to explain where you two went last night?

Soap: What do you mean? We were here all night!

Price: Really now?

Gaz: Yes!

Price: *wordlessly plays a video on the tv behind him*

*Video shows ring cam footage of Soap walking through the court yard eating a tub of ice cream. Gaz suddenly runs full force past him, snatching the ice cream as he goes*

Soap: That-

Price: Shh! Keep watching

*Soap runs out of view of the camera in pursuit of Gaz. Price fasts forward a couple hours. Soap runs past the camera screaming as Gaz chases after him in a golf cart*

Soap & Gaz: *both wide eyed and avoiding looking at Price*

Price: Where’s the golf cart boys?

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

‘Night Court’ – ‘The Duke’s a Hazard’ Post-Mortem Interview with Rhys Darby

NIGHT COURT -- "The Duke's a Hazard" Episode 212 -- Pictured: Rhys Darby as Alistair -- (Photo by: Nicole Weingart/NBC)

Rhys Darby is an accomplished actor and comedian that has graced many a popular and iconic franchise with his many skills in both arenas, and this week… he graced another. For Rhys played Alistair, the refined love of one Donna ‘Gurgs’ Gurganous on this week’s episode of Night Court on NBC, and we had the distinct honor of sitting down with Rhys to discuss all things, Night Court.

John Betancourt: I would love to start off by getting to know what it was that attracted you to the character of Alistair?

Rhys Darby: Well, I know the show, Night Court, watched it as a kid with my mum, have fond memories, and she passed a while ago. So, I felt like “I've got to do this, I want to do this for mum, because we used to watch the show together back in the day.” And the character, I can easily fit into those shoes. It's someone who's a posh Duke, that is a little bit clueless, looks down their nose at people but needs to try to fit in and needs to learn how to be bit more human. So those are all those kinds of traits that I like playing, I find the comedy that comes from that character is well within my wheelhouse. So, I decided to do it.

John Betancourt: Something I’ve noticed about Night Court that I think is wonderful, is how the quirks of every guest star are fully fleshed out in every episode. How did you as an actor bring those to life and make them feel so real?

Rhys Darby: I think that's the key with comedy is, make it look realistic. Because as soon as -- you can kind of over accentuate things to a degree, but it's got to be believable. And when you go past that line of believability, you don't relate. And I think it's finding that right line and kind of swaying and playing on that line. And that's where you get the physical comedy. You know, people in general don't necessarily, aren't necessarily hilarious when they're doing something physical. Unless well, certainly when, unless it's done by accident, in which case you do that thing where you laugh at someone and then you go, “Oh, I shouldn't have.” But you know, it's one of the reasons America's Funniest Home Videos was such a huge hit. But it's kind of like trying to find a grounded, slightly grounded character that is also an open buffoon. And you've got to fit the tone right of the show. And once I started working with the cast, I’d already seen some episodes of the new Night Court. So, I knew what the what the vibe was. And it's always been silly. So, it's always been like, a touch out of touch of reality. And that's my favorite type of comedy. So, it was it was easy to fit in.

John Betancourt: Now you’ve spent a lot of your career working in single camera shows, but you have done multi-cam. What do you have to do as an actor to prepare for that kind of shift?

Rhys Darby: Yeah, I forgot a little bit because I've done multi-cam a few years ago, I forgot how many times the script changes. So, I’d turn up at the beginning of the week, and like, start learning the lines. And then the next day, it's changed, the next day it’s changed again. So, by halfway through the week, I was like “Right, forget the lines. Just concentrate on being funny.” (Laughter) And the other, the other part of it so yeah, so prep isn't a big one. It's really kind of like, the fun of nailing the two different parts of it, which are the prerecorded pieces, which I had fun, I was able to do some improv in, so the subway scene. And then, and then there was a couple of other scenes, but there's that side of it. And then there's the completely opposite side where you've got an audience and you're performing in front of a crowd.

So, it's the best of both worlds. And I kind of kind of forgot, I think I kind of forgot that some stuff is recorded. And I was like, “Okay, we've got to learn this like a play.” And you don't. So, on the night, you also get a few takes, you know, and the crowd loves it when you guys change it up, when the writers come in and go “Try this line. Try that line.” So, yeah there’s fun to be had. And I can see why multi-cams are still a thing because it's a real coming together of all of these different kinds of features, to including the audience, that are that are participating in and helping create the final product and making this classic American art form. So, I think it's cool.

John Betancourt: So, I have to ask, how much of that improv stayed in the final cut?

Rhys Darby: There were some pieces, yeah. There were some… I have to have another look at it. But definitely in the subway scene when I took my coat off, and it fell on the ground. And then I just said something about “That's gone, we have to burn it.” That was all made up. There was probably another little piece that I had with Dave Foley, when we're having the dinner table all sorted, we're having little cups of tea, when he came in. And then stylistically I just chose how I was going to walk and how I was going to look, give my looks to the actors. And I changed that up every time as well. So, there was for, for a show that you know, for multi-cam, that definitely don't allow too much improv, there was certainly… the director was open to letting me have a few, do a few extra “Darby Takes,” shall we say?

John Betancourt: Now something that has come up often in discussions with the Night Court cast, is how the live audience just offers a vibe or energy. I’m curious as to what it does for you as an actor?

Rhys Darby: Well, as a stand up, you know, I'm used to having an audience laugh at me. It helps with the timing, it helps… give you a slightly raised performance, because you can hear a whole bunch of people laughing. So, you're not… you're doing.. you're matching the right tone that is required for that show. So, you're not, you know, subtleties aren't really going to play. So, yeah, I think it's just fun to do. It's fun for anyone who hasn't done that kind of thing. It's a good discipline to have down, at least give them a try.

John Betancourt: So, I can hear it in your voice now, just how much you relished this experience, what did you enjoy the most about working on this episode?

Rhys Darby: I think just working with the cast, I think, you know, meeting John (Larroquette) and the rest of them and having them be a real sweet family and welcoming me as a guest onto the show, working with Dave Foley again, because I haven't worked with him for a long time. So, catching up with him. And just being on a show, that's a bit of an institution. You know, I think those are the those are all the highlights, and the fact that it was just filming down the road from my house. So very easy.

John Betancourt: Oh, I bet the short walk made it amazing.

Rhys Darby: I don't often, I don't often get that. Because I'm always, like, having to fly somewhere or go stay somewhere for a couple of months or whatever. So that convenience, plays a lot into actors, jobs, it doesn't always happen.

John Betancourt: Now, regarding the legacy of the show, why do you think Night Court continues to endure?

Rhys Darby: Well, a number of things, the writing, you know, John Larroquette’s performance. And I think that just the nature of the show. How every week, you're gonna get a different situation of people that are in court, for some reason, for the most stupid idea, stupid reasons. And the interplay between the characters and their lives. It's just simply said, it's just a really good setting for a sitcom.

John Betancourt: Last question I have for you today, what does it mean to you personally to now be part of this franchise?

Rhys Darby: It means a lot. Because I've done a lot of stuff in my career. And I've been lucky enough to be part of some pretty big franchises, some pretty cool legacies. And when it comes to comedy, this was one of them. So that's why it was a no brainer to take. And yeah, and seeing the final result, seeing how funny it was, I was like, “Good, nailed it! Next!” (Laughter)

This interview has been lightly edited and condensed for clarity.

Source: Nerds That Geek

[antidrumpfs]

THIS IS YOUR BRAIN ON MAGA...

A 71 year old MAGA gynecologist charged with punching a cop in the head during the failed Capitol coup was recently sentenced to 9 months in prison. The Massachusetts medical doctor was also sentenced to nine months of home confinement to follow her prison sentence.

According to court documents, Starer traveled from her home in Massachusetts to Washington, D.C., to attend the "Stop the Steal" rally. The documents say security video shows Starer entering the Capitol building through the East Rotunda, and that a Metropolitan Police Department officer's body-cam showed Starer shoving one officer and punching another.

A federal affidavit states a tipster told federal investigators about Starer's participation in the riots. The tipster reportedly told investigators that Starer bragged about getting ready to attend the event and that she would bring pepper spray and wear a knife-proof shirt.

[amber-michaelson]

TikTok Trends

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: following a trend on tiktok gets you a good pounding

Read at own risk

Warning: hair pulling

yn pov

waiting in his on set trailer, laying on his bed scrolling through my phone watching some tiktok trends that girls did with their boyfriends but only one court my attention, the girl was holding her phone and was giggling, she called her boyfriend and positioned herself so her ass was sticking up but she was wearing a short skirt which showed off her ass and her boyfriend walked in and the video end it was titled the no panties tease “maybe i should tease henry” i murmured looking down i was wearing a nice and tight fitted mini skirt i giggled as i shimmied off my panties and trowing them onto the floor 

henry pov

i hurried to my trailer where my girlfriend still in full costume of geralt “baby” i smiled as i opened my trailer door and stepping in i was expected to be greeted with a hug or something but nothing “over here baby” i looked over and froze she was showing off her pretty pussy to me “wow baby” i growled moving to her she watched me from over her shoulder “i can get used to this” i said as i ran one of my fingers up and down her slit causing her to shudder “your still in costume” she murmured “who cares” i muttered her body looked so delicious  “where did you come up with this baby” i asked leaning down to kiss her neck “just a few tiktok videos” she moaned as i stuck two my my fingers inside “fuck henry” she started pushing back into my thrusting fingers “thats it baby” i growled into her ear i slowly pulled my fingers out causing her to whine and push back into me i stared down with hunger as i pulled off my pants pulling out my cock “are you ready baby” i murmured “please henry” she whined grinding back into me “fuck baby” i groaned and pushed my cock into her making her moan “please fuck me hard” she said and i started thrusting hard and fast “fuck”she moaned loudly as she threw her head back “come on you can handle a little more” i chuckled as my hand and started to rub her clit “to much” she moaned her hands thrashing and grabbing the bedding “we haven’t even started baby” i growled thrusting harder forcing her forward “come on baby” i said grabbing her hips using that to help pleasure her “baby” she whined stuffing her face into the bed  “fuck your clenching” i growled through my gritted teeth “are you close baby” i said all i got was muffled response i grabbed her hair forcing her to face me “what did you say baby girl” i said staring into her eyes “yes god yes so close” she whined, tears of pleasure running down her cheeks “cum for me baby” i growled putting her face back into the bed i groaned as she cam around me “fuck” i groaned but i still haven’t cum “come on” i said pulling her up and layed down with her straddling me “henry” she whined placing her hands on my chest “ride baby” i said folding my hands behind my head and watched as she shivered and started to grind down on my cock “come on baby you can do better” i chuckled and grabbed her hips and made her go faster “henry” she whined.

yn pov

i was becoming hazy from the pleasure “henry” i whined as he made me go faster “come on baby im almost there” he groaned and moved his hands from my hips to breasts grabbing and squeezing “fuck” i moaned his cock started to pulse causing me to get closer and closer “fuck” we yelled as we both cam “dam baby you need to watch tiktok more often”

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ever since I've read that one post of yours 'bout bee being a cam bot and shockwave being a viewer of his; I just get this mental image of shockwave uh "doing something to himself" when viewing one of bee's videos

btw, sorry for this weird ask 😭 , I just wanted to get this off my chest lmfao :')

but, how would shockwave react to seeing bee at boot camp knowing his past? (besides just being down bad for bee lmfao) like, would he intentionally try to get close to bee in hopes of something? considering that in the previous post about this, neutrals and 'cons envy those two bots bee had with him in a video.

also, does almost every neutral and 'con know of the can bot "queen bee"?

Its not weird no worries.

Besides having a huge crush on Bee, Shockwave genuinely wants to persuade Bee to join the decepticons or just remain neutral. Truthfully he doesn’t want to see the bot join autobots knowing how mistreated he will be and its during their first private meeting that Bee shares his reasons for being in the academy.

He needed safety and to hide.

Shockwave is more than happy to provide him a better alternative while fawning over Bee who knows Longarm Prime is actually Shockwave from the moment he heard him speak.

“You were a really big fan Shock, of course I recognize you even in your disguise. Maybe get a voice mod just in case.”

Bee helped Shockwave remain undercover while Shockwave unknowingly helped Bee into the arms of Prowl and Jazz who are the pair of bots who got to frag Bumblebee on multiple occasions. ( if i said something else well i’m changing it for now since i just really like this idea 🤷🏽‍♀️)

Jazz & prowl are conjunx and spark bonded, they would video with Bee when he was neutral and Prowl was still avoiding the draft.

Shockwave got Bee on the repair crew and thats one of the reasons Prowl decided to stay because he and Jazz genuinely like Bee and want to court him. Shockwave wants to court Bee too until he meets Blurr, Shockwave was just really into his frame while Jazz and Prowl like Bee for Bee. But Bee’s Spark belongs only to his sparkling who he sneaks on board and shocks the crew with.

Bee does not tell any bot who the sire is and barely lets them around his sparkling save for Ratchet who does a diagnostic on the kid. Bee’s kid likes pulling on Ratchet’s red antenna and enjoys trying to chase Prowl and Jazz so Bee just has to let his sparkling spend time with them while watching.

Jazz and Prowl use this to their advantage, they like sparklings and don’t mind starting early if it means getting Bee.

Yes, pretty much all the decepticons and neutrals know Queen Bee. Oddly enough none of them hound him save for a very small few but those bots get dealt with quickly. Its really autobots that Bee knows are a danger and so he usually lives in neutral or decepticon territory for safety meaning he knows a lot of them.

Idk if this is what you wanted but this is what my brain cooked up. Hope you enjoy.

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[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

If i have time once i dfinish w my tests, ill try turning this into a fic--

An actual, legal custody battle between the Sullys and Quaritch, who would win?

The Sullys have a history with Child neglect. A good lawyer could make a case for verbal and emotional abuse from Neytiri, as well as physical, if the cut from the ship comes into play (also p sure she tries to attack him multiple times in the comics). You could argue that they can't provide a safe environment for him, and they could use his lack of schooling against them.

Quaritch definitely engaged in some physical abuse, with the whole 'pointing a gun at him, kidnapping him, bringing him to be tortured' thing. However, a very good lawyer could argue that it was his right, as Spiders bio dad, to bring him home, as the Sullys nor anyone else went through the legal human (or na'vi) trouble of adopting him.

And on top of that, if they reviewed the actual torture video of Spider (p sure they got security cams) it would look like Quaritch never actively partook in the torture, and was even the one who stopped it when it became clear that Spider was at risk of serious injury (nose bleeding in a mind tearing machine means bad news, methinks) (I'd think he'd start having some kind of stroke?) Then theres the whole "provide better schooling, housing etc etc".

The Sullies lawyer could argue that Quaritch is the reason he was tortured, and that he held him hostage for months. Could argue that he was putting him in danger by bringing him on that ship (Jake "brings his kids to the battlefield" Jake has no rral leg to stand on) (i mean, cmon, Lo'ak is 14!!! Make him help the wounded or smth)

I think a proper custody battle fic would be cool, so I'm really mad that I have to write it

>:(((

This is the third legal battle on Pandora ask I've gotten. Don't take my response personally and please do what you wish, these are just my opinions and thoughts, as I've really been stewing on it. You know I'm all about the implications of things, again this is not at all at you or the other anon you just got me thinking.

I gotta be honest, this premise does not do it for me at all. I don't vibe with the legal system applying to the Na'vi, first of all. They are not US citizens, they are not even on Earth. Applying a legal system to them that they have no knowledge of and have no reason to follow is another aspect of colonization and genocide that is a huge issue still today. Applying our standards and morals to other communities is wrong. The legal system in the US and Canada has a huge problem of taking indigenous children from the indigenous community and placing them with white families today. Eradicating future cultural generations is a genocidal tactic. This is not the same as the situation with Spider, but a legal battle with the Na'vi over a child has those echos to me. There are only the laws of Eywa on Pandora, why should they be judged on arbitrary rules that apply on Earth? I don't understand it; it has such a colonialist mindset. There is no way to even enforce a ruling, the Na'vi don't have courts and therefore the jury would be human and heavily biased, and there isn't a judge and they would also be biased if there was. Even Spider does not know or follow the laws of Earth, he is not a US citizen. The Na'vi have not been following proper hunting ordinances, if US law applies the game wardens are gonna have to do a lot of ticketing and fining of the Na'vi's no money to fix that. At the very least it's wrong, at the most it's a slippery slope into US law applying to the Na'vi on Pandora which is a MAJOR colonizing step. We cannot even say that Lo'ak and Neteyam should not be on a battlefield, in Na'vi culture Neteyam is fully an adult member of the clan and we are told Na'vi mature faster than humans. Judging that as putting kids in danger is looking at things from a distinctly western and human perspective, when the Na'vi would likely see Jake as overprotective.

Second of all, I do find the concept of treating Quaritch as an actual viable parent as ludicrous. He is, again, a war criminal who has committed genocide. A great many of his war crimes were committed against Spider?? Arguing that anything Quaritch did was his legal right to bring Spider home is crazy, and also saying Spider wasn't adopted by the Sully's makes neglect not even something they can talk about in court as they weren't his guardians ever. Also saying Quaritch saved Spider from torture is laughable. He put Spider there, everything that happens to Spider in the RDA is entirely Quaritch's fault and responsibility. Taking a civilian war prisoner is a war crime. A child? Double war crimes. If this was a court, which again, I really don't like the idea of the American legal system applying to the Na'vi, Quaritch has a lot more problems them custody arguments. Man is in jail for the rest of his life, he's not getting custody.

[malevolententity]

Okay but that makes so much sense??? Like until you said it, it didn't really click just How Much Edward broke the masquerade but i think that fact has like, been itching at the back of my mind when it came to him and all the shit he pulled.

And the bit abt the Weylin twins too??? Like ohhhh so many things seem to click into place with your explanation.

And it just makes the fact that the all the participants in that game being masquerade breakers seem even more like. Manipulative on top of the fact we know he was also going to have Shilo endorse him. Like a "See? I hate masquerade breakers too. Ignore everything else I've been doing." thing.

Anyways if u have any more essays to drop on anything abt how the suckening uses or bends things relating to vtm please drop them. I crave more knowledge.

welcome to my sabbat truthing!!! i am so glad i made sense!!!

arent the camarilla all so fucked up in claiming everyone as masquerade breakers but then they do shit that is Also So Fucking Bad For The Masquerade!!!! the camarilla have always kinda been "do as i say not as i do" but charlie like truly hits the nail on the head with the complacency of the entire court. i am actually so obsessed with his world building and the implications of so many little things.

the whole entire finale is so manipulative and diabolical and i love it. edwards such a hypocrite it is so fun to watch an edward be on their high horse knowing he blatantly does worse than like oh god that one nossie that ordered uber eats Exactly One Time. but! thats how the masquerades played the higher you are in the hierarchy the less rules apply to you unless someone stages a coup. and the lower you are the worse a punishment is for a single infraction.

like the reason that gabriel is a masquerade breacher is Slightly because emizel went off the rails and anything your childe does reflects on the sire for choosing poorly. but its also very much because within the camarilla every single turning has to be sanctioned by the prince! emizel was an accident. gabriel freaks out because woah weird guy just bit me back. but also because that is a major masquerade breach according to the cams. and by letting emizel have the chance to live instead of immediately killing him gabe knew he was eventually going to die because of this choice. and just oughggh <- i genuinely cant remember if charlie ever explained this at any point

vampire the masquerade is a wonderful gothic horror ttrpg that is so so fun if you love to roleplay the complexities of personal relationships and also political intrigue. theres also video games. if you like video games you should play the video games.

i will get to writing more suckening essays in the future dont you worry 🫡

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don't wake me, i'm not dreaming. sierra six.

chapter 02: phantasm.

you can also check this fic out on ao3!

summary: six had an old friend from his time in prison. he never expected her to come back.

timeline: post-gray man movie

pairing: sierra six/court gentry x oc (atlas wright)

warnings: for this chapter, swearing, mentions of weapons (guns)

word count: 2.97k

notes: i did not proofread this yet :) i also fucking hate the way I've written this one but uhh i hope u enjoy anyway

███████, 2014

“You’re awfully good at what you do. I’ve only ever met one other person like that.”

The Ghost smiled underneath her mask. “That’s a compliment, I hope.”

“Not exactly. Because you don’t work for us.”

“That’s true. But I haven’t done anything risky for the country.”

“Yet. No guarantee you won’t in the next few years,” Fitzroy replied, his fingers drumming on the chair. “There’s always a deal good enough, at some point in time.”

“What’re you suggesting, sir?”

Fitzroy paused, but his fingers kept drumming.

“You’re still here, alive and well only because you saved my niece from Basset. You nearly died in that process, and it would be wrong of me to not acknowledge that.”

He folded his arms over his chest, giving Atlas a plain gaze.

“But that doesn’t mean,” he ominously continued, “That you aren’t a potential threat to the safety of our nation.”

“Fair point.”

“We will be keeping tabs on you. I’m doing you a favour by warning you that if you let a single toe go out of line, you will be eliminated. Is that clear?”

Atlas looked up at the man and nodded. “Crystal.”

SPRINGFIELD, MISSOURI, 2021

The cellphone on the standalone started to ferociously ring, disrupting Atlas’ deep sleep.

Disgruntled, the woman tossed in her bed so she could reach the damned thing and connected the call.

“Ghostie!” A voice greeted. “Remember me?”

Oh, great.

“Lloyd.” Atlas closed her eyes with a frustration only few could understand. Not everyone received a call from a sociopathic torturer at seven in the morning.

“You don’t sound happy to hear from me.”

“What’d you expect?”

Lloyd tched. “I thought we were friends, Ghostie.” “Look, could you just tell me why you called, for fuck’s sake?”

“I’ve sent you a little message.”

On cue, Atlas’ phone pinged, with a notification from an unknown number. There seemed to be images attached.

“What’s this?” she asked, hesitant to open it.

“A job. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

That could’ve meant anything, but considering Lloyd, it was probably a level 10 difficulty job involving bleeding fingers and lots of blood.

She opened the message, and saw a few pictures that were taking a minute to load. Then she saw a number that made her choke on absolutely nothing.

REWARD: $50,000,000

“What the hell is this, Hansen?” Atlas hissed, and Lloyd chuckled on the other side of the line.

“Pretty fucking amazing, isn’t it? All that money’s yours if you complete a simple task.”

“Which is?”

“You ever heard of Sierra Six, Ghost?”

Atlas frowned contemplatively. “Never had the pleasure of meeting him, but yes, I know who he is. It’s hard not to hear of him. ”

“That’s good, cause there’s a drive in his possession that we’d really like back, and you’re gonna have to get it. Maybe put a bullet in that Ken Doll’s skull on the way.”

“Firstly, odd comparison.,” Atlas said, rolling her eyes. “Secondly, who’s ‘we’? Doesn-”

“You don’t need to know that,” Lloyd cut in. “All you need to know is that you hit the jackpot if you get that drive.”

“Hold on, mate.”

The pictures had finally downloaded. They looked like low quality surveillance cam stills, and in those stills was a man Atlas instantly recognized.

Her breath hitched when she zoomed in on one of the videos and saw Court staring at her, before shooting down the camera.

He was the infamous Sierra Six?

Well. Shit.

“You’re… on your own, Lloyd,” she said, with no hesitation at all.

“…Come again?”

“I’m not doing this. I’m pretty sure you’ve got shit tons of other people looking for him. You’ll be fine without me.”

She could her Lloyd click his tongue, and sigh.

“That’s quite disappointing,” he said flatly.

“I can’t do anything about that.”

The call disconnected.

A sigh escaped Atlas’ lips when she kept the phone aside reburied her face into her pillow, her dark, short hair uncomfortably tickling her face.

That was a whopping amount of 50 million she’d just declined. There was a 90% chance that she could’ve gotten it, if Lloyd stayed as partial as he usually did with her and she performed to her best.

She could’ve done it. But she refused.

Why did she turn down such an offer?

“Because I’m scared,” she mumbled to herself in the pillow. “I don’t know if I can face him without losing focus again.”

As hard as it was to admit, it was the truth. It was unprofessional, but the truth.

It was as if she was being forced to encounter him again by whatever entity existed. To finish, to come full circle.

He hadn’t appeared in her life for ages, and suddenly she was seeing him twice in under a year. It didn’t make sense.

She could only hope it ended there.

… … …

In recent times, it had become clear that the CIA had stooped very low in order to get what they wanted, and that included recruiting the Lloyd Hansen, being cause of multiple shootouts and large scale tussles across the globe, destroying a monument, and possibly more that Atlas hadn’t heard of yet.

Her sources also told her that Lloyd was dead now, and she wanted to feel bad, but her days of working with that arsehole made it hard.

It seemed that now, as part of one of these terrible plans, Atlas had been called by them for some task she wasn’t aware of yet.

She was sitting in a dark but well-furnished room, at the moment, her knee bobbing in impatience as she waited for whoever was supposed to tell her why she was here.

Someone came in after a few minutes, someone with short blonde hair and a crisp suit that suited her well.

She was kind of hot, honestly.

“You’re the Ghost?” she asked, her face maintaining a stoic, slightly irritated expression.

“Correct. And you are?”

The lady didn’t respond. She glanced at the door as another man entered.

He looked like a solid prick, and with the way he settled in his chair with an unnecessarily smug demeanour, Atlas could tell that this bloke probably couldn’t keep a woman for longer than two days.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m assuming you called me here.”

“You assumed right. I’m Denny Carmichael.”

His eyes were focused on his hands.

“Do you know why you’re here, Ghost?”

Atlas shrugged. “Judging your recent massive blunder streak I assume I’m here because something went very wrong during your little escalation and now you want me to clean it up.”

Carmichael looked unamused.

“Clearly you’ve been doing this for a while, and that’s good. It tells me that you won't fuck up, and if you did, it would be entirely your fault.”

“How about you tell me what I’m doing first?”

Carmichael gestured to the lady agent standing behind him, and Atlas picked up that her name was Suzanne, who handed him a file that looked suspiciously empty.

“There’s a certain agent of ours who’s gone…rogue, and is to be considered a potential threat to the security of our nation,” Carmichael explained. “He’s extremely skilled, and funnily enough, until a few months ago, we didn’t know shit about him, except that he’s a fucking war machine.”

That sounded interesting. Half the people Atlas had dealt with with were generally not even worth being called a vending machine.

“He’s got a young girl with him, a girl related to someone in the CIA, and he’s holding her for ransom.” Suzanne seemed to react to this.

“Denny-?”

Carmichael waved a hand. “She needs to know this, Suzanne.”

Suzanne frowned, but stayed silent. Atlas pretended to ignore this interaction - she wasn’t entirely sure of its implications, so it was best not to speak yet.

“We want you to find out where they are, and bring them back to me. Both of them.”

“And what do you plan on doing to him?” Atlas asked.

Carmichael vaguely replied, “Whatever needs to be done.”

Carmichael finally tossed the file over to her across the desk. She flipped it open, and saw a page with a bare few details. She began to read them, running a finger over the text as she did, aand the finger ceased when she saw the two names written on the sheet.

SIERRA SIX  CLAIRE FITZROY

…What?

She hastily flipped to the second page, where she saw two pinned photos, the first one of Claire Fitzroy and Court conversing with each other on a street. Her eyes locked onto the girl’s cheerful, young face, and it struck a chord in her.

“I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, love, it’s going to be okay,” Atlas reassured, taking the trembling girl’s hands in her own.  “What’s your name?” 

The girl managed to stutter out, “C-Claire.”

“That’s such a pretty name.”

“Than-Thanks,” she whispered, her throat sounding tight and her lips quivering.

“Stay here, Claire, okay? I’ll come back and get you - just give me a minute.”

Claire nodded, but her hands were tightly clutching Atlas’.

She smiled and eased her hands away, before cocking her gun and stepping out of the little garden shed, ready for a good fucking fight.

“This girl’s the one being held for ransom?” Atlas asked, her tone flat and heavy.

“Correct. And her life’s in danger.”

Atlas glanced at Court’s face. She didn’t want to believe what Carmichael was saying. It didn’t seem possible for someone like him to do something like this.

But then again, people changed.

“I’ll give you 25 million dollars if you do this right,” Carmichael offered. Atlas couldn’t help but scoff.

“25? Your friend Lloyd offered 50 million for one man.”

“And look where it got him,” Carmichael sneered. Atlas noted how he didn’t question that she knew of their connections. Fair enough.

“What if I say no, Carmichael?” Atlas said. The man shuffled comfortably in his chair and she already knew the answer. This wasn’t her first offer.

“You know my name, Ghost. You know what I look like. You know Suzanne now. You know what we’re doing.”

Carmichael leaned forward, smiling. “You can’t.”

Atlas sighed, scratching the side of her head. “Am I the only one who’s been set on his tail?”

“Obviously not. well, not yet. Soon enough.”

Atlas took a moment, then closed the file and slid it across back to him.

“Fine.”

“Great.”

15 minutes later, she was being escorted out of the building with two agents on her side, her mind unusually blank - probably the result of extreme confusion and difficulty processing that she had to face an old connection, something she had never wanted to happen.

Fucking Court. War machine, was it?

Last time she’d seen him, he couldn’t even say goodbye right.

Hah, wait, that was wrong - she’d seen him even after that, hadn’t she? That’s where this fucking mess started.

As they walked down the corridor, another agent with a short black bob came heading, apparently absorbed in her own thoughts, unaware of her surroundings, because despite the two agents’ warnings, she bumped right into them.

Something small and heavy fell into Atlas’ pocket, and the woman left just like that, walking away behind them.

She didn’t react, not until she was safely taken back to her hotel room, and she took out the object that turned out to be a little burner phone.

She flipped it open and the small screen lit up, and as she turned it over in her hand, the phone vibrated, signalling a new message.

It was a bit of a risk to interact in any way, but her curiosity got to her - besides, this lady was in the CIA building, so that meant she was mostly safe.

She opened the message, and she was rather piqued when she saw the text.

9:00 pm. Outside, behind your hotel. You will regret not coming.

“Well, isn’t that polite,” Atlas muttered to herself, almost smirking.

Well, then.

9pm behind the hotel it was.

…

The night air was cold, biting and suddenly very ominous. Or maybe that was just for Atlas, who stood by the side of the hotel’s backdoor, clad in nothing but her cotton shirt, shorts and a thin red jacket she bought for 45 dollars, having no idea what to expect.

Her hair was blowing in her face, annoyingly disturbing her curls.

it was 8:59pm.

“I see you’ve received my message.”

Atlas would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t literally jump in her spot, but she managed to calm down by the time the sillhouette that had just addressed her got close enough.

In the dim moonlight, she could see that it was the same woman that gave her the phone. She was a proper 4 inches taller than herself, and that pissed her off, but just a little. It wasn’t entirely her fault she was just five feet tall. She also had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

“Hello,” Atlas said unsurely. Her hand was cautiously clamped on the stock of the gun in her back pocket.

“Leave them alone,” the woman said. “Or help me keep them safe. Choose one.”

“I’m - I’m sorry, what?” Atlas said. She wasn’t picking up on the context. “Could you use more words?”

“Seriously?”

“I don’t do well with mysterious spy talk, because the mysterious part is more like absolutely blank to me. Elaborate, will you?” she asked, and she could see the other woman look visibly taken aback at what she said.

“Six and Claire,” she snapped.

“Oh, oh, right.”

And then Atlas laughed, because what the hell.

“I’m sort of in the dark here, yeah?” she said, frowning. “I don’t know who the hell you are, why you’ve called me here, or what the fuck you mean by giving me those two options. Or why I should listen to anything you’re saying right now.”

The woman aggresively cocked her gun and pressed it into Atlas’ sternum faster that she could react, and she could feel her breath against her face as she growled, “If you don’t listen to me, Ghost, I will make sure you end up in the gutter right outside this place, bleeding out and very injured.”

If that wasn’t the hottest thing that had ever happened to her.

“Alright, I’m sorry,” she said, raising her hands in the air as if in defeat. It was the only thing she could think of at that moment. “Maybe I can get your name? Instead of calling you ‘Cute Girl’ everytime in my head, and then you can take it from there and explain things a bit?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, sorry.”

“I know that Carmichael put you up to finding Six and Claire’s whereabouts and bringing them back under his custody,” she said lowly, “And I also know that he told you Claire was being held for ransom.”

“Yeah, I mean - that’s all correct.”

“No. The second part of it is bullshit.” The woman looked like she couldve pushed the gun straight through Atlas’ flesh. “Carmichael lied.”

“Oh?”

In all honesty, that sounded believable. He looked like he lied on a daily basis. It irked her, but she wasn’t surprised.

“But wait, so-“ she took a second, processing what Cute Girl had just said.

“You’re saying Claire isn’t being held for ransom? Then why the fuck is she with him?”

Cute Girl stared intensely at her, before slowly replying, “He’s all she has.”

Oh. That was a…solid sentiment. And it most certainly wasn’t a lie.

“Carmichael wants them captured and under his control, possibly even killed. That way he doesn’t have to ever worry about them,” she said, and it was clear she hated this guy as she spat, “he’s a fucking psychopath and a puppet, and I can’t let him lay a single finger on either of them. That means I will not hesitate to put you down if you listen to him and step where you shouldn’t.”

“Right.”

Now. This changed things.

Clearly, Court wasn’t a bad guy after all, he and Claire were in danger from Carmichael, and this woman here had deep connections with them, connections enough that she was willing to double cross for them.

Fact was, Atlas completely understood that.

“What do you want me to do?” she questioned, her tone no longer joking. The woman picked up on it, and the gun withdrew by an inch.

“I’m giving you two options - you can take the hush money and leave them alone, or you start working for me, and you keep them away from Carmichael’s eyes.”

Atlas smiled. “I have a feeling you’ve already picked the option for me.”

The woman gave her a stare that confirmed her statement.

“It’s the second one, isn’t it?”

“…Yes.”

“I don’t have any problem with that, frankly,” Atlas said, as she softly pushed away the gun from her ribs, “Because I know them both, and I’m entirely willing to help them. And because Carmichael is a fucking dick for lying to me,” she added.

The woman paused, looking Atlas up and down, then kept her gun away.

“I’m Dani Miranda,” she said.

“That’s nice.”

Dani dropped the bag in front of her, and said, “That has 15 mil. Do what I tell you correctly, and I’ll give you the other 15.”

Atlas didn’t try to hide the surprise on her face.

“What, really?”

“Yes. But step out of line even once, and I swear, I will kill you.”

Atlas nodded. “Yeah, ‘course. Got it.”

“What if I need to communicate, thought?” she asked.

“It’ll only be from my side. I’ll contact you when I need to.”

With that, Dani left, as mysterious as ever.

Atlas stood, a little baffled, as she glanced at the bag on the floor.

[unsavory-melon]

I Have Made a Slightly Fucked up Hypothetical Involving Time Stopping

trigger warning: non consensual, rape under the cut

(i apologise for the topic, i needed a serious crime for a part of this post {they are utilised towards the end underneath the cut.} )

@pixieskie

I have highlighted the questions in purple while the context for them is in white. If you like, please reblog with your thoughts and answers

NOW, to get started, lets assume you have the power to stop time and move about freely while time is stopped. In other words time is stopped for everything except you

now, if someone shoots a bullet and you stop time, then you walk up to the floating bullet and turn it towards the person who shot it, when time restarts the bullet will fly in the direction of the shooter (because you moved it)

so whats to say this doesnt work for photons? (i promise its not all physics but its a bit of it)

if you move through a space, then the photons you collide with would be sent in a new direction and could meet eyes or cameras allowing them to see you right?? so would you be able to see someone who is moving through stopped time?

and if the human eye isn't enough, what about a slow motion camera? If you could slow down the footage enough, would you be able to get a watchable video?

if you went up to your friend when time has stopped and stood in front of their face for a VEERRRY long time, would they then be able to perceive you?

okay moving on from the physics,

lets say that if , while time is stopped, you can make time work for an object as it works for you if you touch it and have the will to do so

so if you want to make a car work, and you touch it would only the part or the car that you touch experience time or the whole car?

in other words, Do you think that this aspect of your ability depends on what you perceive as an object or is there some definition of what counts for this (i assume object can refer to a living thing)

now going forward, i will be referring to the possibly triggering topics mentioned above

now, lets say this power lies with a certain sick fuck, lets call them 'A'

lets take into consideration the following senario:

A has stopped time and walks out into the street and does those nasty things to a woman (lets call her B )while time is stopped. Would B be able to perceive it? perhaps this is similar to the question above

now, lets say A has stopped time and once again finds B in the street. However this time he allows her to experience time as he does. Now that he has done this he goes on to harass her as any other sick fuck would, only time is stopped.

If he has left suitable DNA evidence like hair or semen which can be used to identify him, but he has an alibi that "holds up" as this is done when time is stopped can A be convicted of his crimes? (an example of an alibi can be: he went to store and stood in front of a security cam, stopped time and did all of this and came back to the same spot and restarts time )

What if A lives in a different city, travels to B's city while time is stopped, does the same thing and uses the same alibi? Could he be convicted then? (to clarify, A would not be seen on security cams while time is stopped )

so B has DNA evidence of what A has done but A has a seemingly airtight alibi, How would a court rule in this case?

if you put yourself in the shoes of a fair judge who has no knowledge of this time stopping business, and also wants to avoid a false accusation and put a rapist where they belong in jail, How would you rule

[hrryshoney]

tennis girlie and matty maybe developing a reputation for pushing the limits with pda and indecency at events 🤭

that comment u made about the edits had me THINKIN

oh u get me badly!!! yea i feel even if girlie tries to stray away from the narrative, even she knows that they are very much On Top of eachother at like, all times. (this is like, the first Actual written blurb that we have gotten for them so kinda cool)

When Matty immediately lifts you into his arms after a game, you think nothing of it. He’s a supportive boyfriend, he’s there for you, after all. When Matty pours water into your mouth during your break, you chalk it up to him being a boy. And when he’s always tugging on your skirt and ponytail? Well, he’s just affectionate.

And when announcers bring it up during your matches? You think they’re trying to take the spotlight away from you. Though your boyfriend is very much in the spotlight too, do they have to bring it up at every game? Or when you accompany Matty to one of his award ceremonies with the guys, and his hand always lingers on your waist. The paparazzi always catching you two in less than ideal moments, lips always locked. How most of the pictures from The Brits Red Carpet are just you and Matty hanging off of each other, his lips planted on your cheek. When Matty sends you back to the court with a kiss on your lips and a firm smack on your ass.

So, yeah. Maybe you two are always on top of each other. But so what? It’s not hurting anyone, certainly. There’s proof enough when Matty grinds his hips into yours at one of his after parties, or after your match. When you win a game and he pulls you in for a bruising kiss, or when The Band wins an award and you’re giggling in his lap for the rest of the night.

Or when the cameras catch you in a slightly compromising position, what appears to be Matty’s hand trailing up your skirt, his mouth attached to your neck, and your head thrown back. Even worse, you remember the night vividly. “Fuck, baby. So ready for me, should take you right here, huh?”

The embarrassment that floods your face when you see the photos in the morning barely diminishes when your boyfriend grins wolfishly. A sly comment about how they ‘got a free show.’ And how he would, ‘be taking pictures of you, too. Fuckin’ look at ya.’ You forget most of your embarrassment when he drags you to the bed, buries his head in your thighs and tells you that you can be loud as you want, he wants you to let go. How nobody else is watching, ‘unless you’re into that, babe.’

The edits, of course. They’re inevitable, with how often you two are on camera in your public lives. The first one you’d see if because Matty posts it on his story, a video of you, most likely, yelling at someone during a match. A stupid caption of something like ‘Me when?’ that causes you to giggle and reply to the story. The next time you see him, his for you page is practically just videos of you, or you and him. He loves it, funnily enough. You can’t lie and say you don’t.

Tabloids that come out about the both of you, phrases like ‘heavy petting’ and the ‘royalties of PDA’ that only make you both laugh. Attending an event with him, and when the camera pans to you both a silly graphic comes up that says ‘kiss cam’, and Matty practically smashes his face into yours. When introductions are being made by announcers, and as the camera skims past Matty in the crowd, one of them makes a comment on how they managed to ‘pry the two of you apart for your match.’

But you love every second of it.