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Law Abiding Citizen (2009)

It would be difficult to find a revenge action film more preposterous than Law Abiding Citizen. This picture has a grudge against common sense and intelligent thought. As such, you often have difficulty predicting where it will go next. It isn’t that it’s clever or full of unexpected twists; it’s that the directions it chooses are so obvious you think “There’s no way this is where it’s going”. That mindset will cause your brain to start connecting dots that were never meant to be connected. To its credit, the story - as ridiculous as it may be - is engaging as it plays out but you would never be able to defend this film as "good".

During a home invasion, Clyde Shelton (Gerard Butler) is forced to watch as his wife and daughter are violently murdered. Afterward, Clyde is outraged when prosecuting attorney Nick Rice (Jamie Foxx) informs him that Clarence Darby (Christian Stolte) is about to receive a reduced sentence for testifying against his less violent accomplice, Rupert Ames (Josh Stewart). Embittered by this betrayal of justice, Clyde spends the next ten years plotting his revenge against the men who took his family away, and the system that didn’t punish them adequately.

The vigilante Death Wish genre is taken to an extreme with Law Abiding Citizen. Though the film isn’t as gory as anything we might see in any of the “Saw” films, the horror franchise’s influence is unmissable. Clyde is a galaxy brain genius, the kind that’s playing 4D chess while you’re playing checkers. He’s got robots rigged to assassinate his targets, can somehow coordinate a half-dozen operations from within a prison cell and uses a voice synthesizer to lure his prey into torture dungeons. He's amassed a fortune and the mechanical know-how that ensures the police are powerless to do anything but play by his rules.

It’s difficult to tell who we're supposed to cheer for. The home invasion - which happens about 15 seconds after we’re introduced to Clyde’s wife and daughter - is the kind of crime paranoid delusionals would have nightmares about but could never happen in real life. There isn’t an ounce of humanity in Clarence Darby because we’re supposed to cheer as he gets tortured to death. Nick clearly doesn’t care about anything but his conviction record (which should be easy in this case, one look at Clarence and any jury would sentence him to the gas chamber) so you won't shed any tears if he gets turned into chunky salsa either. Yet at some point, the film decides Clyde is “going too far”. He turns into the villain and we're suddenly supposed to be on Nick's team. You think it’s a deliberate reversal, or maybe all part of Clyde’s bigger plan. Maybe he knows what he's doing is wrong so he’s setting himself up to die to complete his masterpiece Seven-style. It’ll all be worth it because he’s building “a better system” through Nick or something. No, that’s just you being smarter than the movie and thinking you see patterns where there are none.

The film's broad and ridiculous characters perfectly match the absurdity of Clyde’s intricate revenge plot. When the movie lays all of its cards on the table and tells you how he managed everything… it doesn’t make any more sense than before. Even if he could keep track of every lawyer, judge and police officer in Philadelphia (which can’t be that big of a city if we’re to believe this film) the amount of things that could’ve gone wrong, that go wrong but shouldn’t, that don’t go wrong but should will have you picking chunks of your brain from the ceiling.

Despite (or maybe because of) the unconvincing performances (people underreact to what’s going on constantly) and sloppy writing, Law Abiding Citizen maintains an energy that prevents it from ever being boring. At one point, we’re told that Philadelphia is paralyzed by fear. Parents are scared to bring their kids to school, everyone’s paranoid about who’s going to be next, etc. Why? Clyde might be a madman but everyone should know EXACTLY who he’s going to go after next. He’s only after people he feels wronged him ten years ago. Unless you were the judge, the attorneys present, part of the law firm or one of the officers who botched the evidence retrieval (don’t they always in these kinds of movies?) he wouldn’t lay a finger on you.

Wacky morals, combined with a sloppy story make Law Abiding Citizen into a film that has the potential to be “so bad it’s good” if you’re in the right mood. I got some chuckles but nothing to write home about, so I’ll just call it bad. (December 3, 2021)

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Movie Review | Law Abiding Citizen (Gray, 2009)

After watching White House Down and London Has Fallen recently, I was hankering to see President Jamie Foxx and his number one bodyguard and best friend Gerard Butler reunited in some implausible thriller shenanigans. Or that’s how my brain worked. Never mind that those are actually different movies which respectively star only one of them. But I’d like to think during production they bonded over their mutual love of Air Force One, the OG presidential Die Hard clone, and decided to go off and make competing versions. For my money, Foxx made the much better movie, but for actual money, as in the box office, Butler’s series won out.

Anyway, times definitely have changed because I remember seeing the trailer for this and hearing Butler say “Release me…or I’ll kill everyone!” (or something to that effect) and thinking it was the dumbest thing I’d ever heard, and as a result ruled out watching this movie. (I remember my friends going to see this, I don’t remember if I deliberately opted out or if I happened to be busy.) Of course, at the time, I hadn’t the greatest opinion of Butler as an actor, having hated 300. Now, almost a decade and a half later, and having done a total one-eighty on him after seeing Den of Thieves (“Oh fuck, gimme the Pepto!”), if I heard him say that line in a trailer now, I would likely be there Day…. Maybe not Day 1, because I don’t like crowds, but definitely within the first two weeks. Definitely sooner than I tried to see Plane, which ended up being pulled from wide release much earlier than I expected and as such remains unseen by me.

I got into my feelings around torture in American movies a little in my review of London Has Fallen. It’s very much part of this movie’s fabric, but I give the movie an ounce of credit that it tries to frame it as a point of contention, even if it’s nowhere near smart enough to air these arguments out intelligently. The movie opens with Butler’s family being horrifically raped and killed (and not quite in that order, for added pungency). So he decides to get his revenge through his genius for elaborate traps and torture, meting out particularly agonizing deaths for the perps within the first act before moving on to the other members of the judicial system who failed him. And to the movie’s credit, even though it very much cheers him on for torturing and killing the murderers, it does halfassedly concede that a) him doing so makes him the bad guy and b) such vigilantism is more than likely to spill over to undeserving targets. The torture element suggests a clear Saw influence (the version I saw at least cut away during the most gruesome parts, although a supposedly more graphic version exists), but there’s also the mayor suggesting they shuffle him off to Guantanamo Bay or something along those lines, and the fact that he mails video footage of his acts to the hero’s family, that suggests a movie, however awkwardly, trying to position itself as a comment or symptom of the times.

So that stuff is sort of interesting to wrangle with, but most of the fun comes here from Foxx and Butler going head to head in a series of bozo mindgames, where the latter especially makes a lot of statements about the nature of justice pitched at a level that Really Makes U Think. Butler has a way of imbuing total seriousness and contempt into utterly ludicrous dialogue that goes a long way here. “This is Von Clausevitz shit. Total fucking war.” There are some decent supporting performances, like Colm Meaney doing his usual asshole shtick, and Leslie Bibb as a colleague of Foxx’s you know the filmmakers originally wanted him to hook up with before realizing that wouldn’t work with his family man character, but they still have some good chemistry. And while this is very much indebted to Saw stylistically, unlike that movie it actually looks kinda good, with a gloomy, grey, grungy, concrete brutalist look that provides some moments of unexpected artfulness, like the cuts between a school recital and an execution, or the way the flames frame a certain character.

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AMERICAN JESUS PAIRING: suna rintarō x fem!reader TAGS: alternate universe – gang world, smut, oral, flirty suna WORD COUNT: 10k

Life always has a weird way of fucking you over.

Whether it be in the form of finding an injured member of a notorious gang near your apartment, or trading silence for safety, or how he pulls you into a complicated relationship which goes against integrity and... possibly laws.

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Life always has a weird way of fucking you over.

Not to say you haven't deserved half of the mandated karma – you haven't always been the best person, given the borderline psychopathic attempt of climbing to the top – but a break, or a nice surprise would be a great change in routines.

Whoever said success is a lonely road was, painfully, correct. To think that you spent your high school years working hard to get into an ivy league, spent those four years working at internships to make those desired connections people dream of!

Only to get out at the age of twenty-two and spend the next year as some glorified, under-paid, under appreciated, assistant. And no, that's not what the job description is supposed to entail, you're meant to be an associate – associates are not supposed to run around getting coffee – with the main purpose of developing your career and hopefully making partner in seven to ten years time.

Not to mention, since the city has unbelievable prices of living, you had to move to a neighbouring borough just for the possibility of having a studio apartment that isn't the size of a closet for the same price. Is it the most convenient?

No, not really, considering the fact the commute is over thirty-minutes and you have to go back and forth from work at unreasonable hours because your boss insists on bringing you to every little, insignificant meeting, or post-work drinks at nine at night – which is an excuse for the woman to spiral further into alcoholism – where you will inevitably end up carrying your boss back to her penthouse on the upper east side.

And no, it doesn't get better, because afterwards, after spending two hours at an expensive bar with the drunken, divorced, mess of a boss you have by the time she gets home safe, you're expected to deal with the city's delayed – and inconsistent – subway times at this ungodly hour and spend the next thirty-minutes in a train with rando's and sketchies.

Oh! No, that's not where it ends, because by the time you get off the subway, it's almost midnight, and you have to take a lovely – scary – ten-minute walk alone to your apartment, but walking anywhere at night is terrifying... Except for the rumour, or fact, that violence has been making its way around the borough, and according to new statistics – regarding the quarterly crime rate review – it's been looking a bit too stabby for your liking.

Now, this walk home is nothing different to how it is every day. You stride down the street with purpose, clutching your taser, and eerily aware of your surroundings. Although, remember how life always has a new way of fucking you over through some odd, irrelevant, way of testing your resilience?

This is one of those occasions.

Let's say it's not common for a man to be curled up in the small alley where residents keep their trash, but then again, crime rates have increased by a percentage that can make anyone uncomfortable – still, committing those types of crimes in a residential neighbourhood where people are simply trying to live their lives is ridiculous. Have some class.

Sure, as a law abiding citizen or natural samaritan would help, but no, not you. Living in a densely populated city means one thing, and one thing only, keep your head down. It's a game of see nothing, know nothing. Everyone minds their own business, that's how you stay safe and avoid danger – including scammers, or the random cult recruiters.

So, you intend on reaching for your keys to the front entrance of your small building, until you hear a small groan come from the neighbours dumpster alley. Sighing, you swallow your pride – and maybe your safety – holding your phone in one hand, and taser in another, and go over to look. The flashlight turned on, as you flash it on the curled up body.

You cannot see his face, but you instantly recognize the leather jacket and matching bandana. Of fucking course, out of everyone in the world, you happen to come across a member of a gang – as if this is some cruel joke from the universe. What do they call themselves? The Foxes? That awful group that parades around in black and maroon, with their emblem of a fox printed on leather jackets that they display for the world to see.

You're reluctant to step forward, maybe it's the threatening affiliation this guy has wound himself with, or the blood on his hands – literally and figuratively – as he grips onto the side of his stomach. The thing is, you've got a massive report to read over and playing doctor with someone is not on your list of side-quests – as it doesn't benefit your position, or reputability on the job any better. However, people are always watching, so if word were to magically get out that you saw a member of this notorious, tight-knit gang and ignored him, that could put a dangerous target on your back.

But, if you help him, you can probably lawyer your way into securing safety for your silence. You could exchange saving his life, for him, inevitably, saving yours in turn – ensuring that you're home, your spaces, where you are at all times is a no-go zone. Sure, that means turning your back on the entire legal system you've spent studying is thrown on the backburner, but you need to look out for yourself.

What is success if it means you've got strangers pinning a vendetta against you, and watching your every move before they strike? How could you ever reach partner if you get killed? How could you ever live with the benefits of making partner, if you get killed before you can exercise those benefits?

The short-term pride is not worth it if you don't get to brag about it... and silence for safety seems like the best option on the table. No one ever said that law always has to be good, it's unjust – at times – unfair and just as corrupt. Only ten percent of people who go into this job do it out of the good of their heart, the rest, the majority do it for the money and respect.

And it isn't part of your job description to be a good person, you're not a doctor. You didn't pledge to an oath about refraining from causing harm or hurt, or to act honestly and responsibility. No, you are conducting yourself with dignity and conscience – and as far as you care, freedom of speech and association still exists, and what you're doing isn't necessarily illegal unless you get recruited or actively participate in a crime.

And since when helping someone not die a crime? He's part of the Foxes, for christ sake. They can invoke power anywhere, he can potentially make you untouchable. You can live your life somewhat more peacefully if it means that safety is a guarantee. If you save one of them, they have no choice but to repay you. That's how the system works.

Sighing, you step closer, bending down to get a better look at him. Flashlight illuminating the severe wound on the side of his stomach, the blood surrounding his black top and his hands. "Fuck my life," you mutter. He's practically losing consciousness with every second, you doubt he's capable of standing up by himself, and there's no way you're going to attempt to fix him by a pile of trash.

So, you do what you can, gently lifting up his upper body, draping his arm around your shoulders as you begin to stand. God is he big, and getting him up the stairs will undoubtedly be a struggle. Still, as if on impulse, his feet start moving as you carry more than half of his weight towards the front door of your building, up the stairs to the second floor – where your apartment remains.

Forcefully, pushing open the door, you find all the strength in your body to lead him to the couch – internally crying at the stain that will taint the grey cushions – where he falls over and lays on his back. Absolutely winded, you walk into your bathroom, searching for that old – raggedy – first aid kit in the cupboards along with cotton balls and comically large band aids that you have no reason for owning.

God, it's as if this was planned, fucking written in the stars. Yes, you were meant to end up in this situation because you are one of the only people in the world who thought it'd be fun and convenient to own large band aids that can temporarily cover a stab wound. Good going!

Gathering all the materials in your hand, you walk over to the couch where he remains in limbo. Again, you're no medical professional, no, the most training you have consists of a short one hour life skills lesson and a topic on human physiology that was part of your biology course in high school. So, yes, you're a bit rusty – but that doesn't mean you're incompetent.

Kneeling down on the floor, scattering the items next to you on the floor, reaching for the cotton balls and bottle of disinfectant. But as your fingers graze over the skin on his torso to lift up his shirt, he flinches, and for the first time since running into him, you look at his face with an offended look on yours – as if he's able to see you through his shut eyelids.

He catches you off guard, the delicate and mesmerising features. Strong jaw, dark hair, furrowed eyebrows that mix in well with the discomfort he must be feeling. Yes, he's beautiful, but he's also bleeding out on your couch and part of an infamous gang that got himself stabbed. Letting out a frustrated, hmph, you lift up his shirt to examine the wound – as if you have any idea what you're doing.

First, you need to unarm him. You run your hands through the pockets of his cargos, pulling out a phone, wallet, and pocket knife, then dig through the pockets of his leather jacket finding nothing alarming.

Next, you cover your hands with latex gloves, then get to work. Letting the cotton balls absorb the disinfectant before running it along his skin, in which he finches in response. "Stop flinching, I'm helping you." You mutter, sure, maybe using water would be a better alternative than bathing him in on the shelf disinfectant, but water is not going to effectively clean him up.

You don't even know what you're doing, and your body, mind, even fucking adrenaline knows that by the way your hands shake. Do you need to stitch him up? You don't know how to suture a wound, you don't even know how to stitch! You don't even own string, yarn yes, but you doubt that sealing someone up with lilac yarn is the most sanitary or safe.

So, of course, you do the most reasonable thing and search it up, and given the short research it confirms that you don't have to do anything – then again, how many people get stabbed and don't receive certified medical attention?

Hands still shaking, you dive into the medical box, looking for antibiotic ointment. "I hate you, you know?" You begin speaking to yourself as you uncap the cream, "You're bleeding out on my couch. Is it a good couch? No, it is uncomfortable, and by the way your legs hand off the arm rests, it's not the biggest. But it's my couch, I found it on the street."

You apply the cream around the puncture, hearing his quiet groans and incoherent murmurs. After that, you reach for the band aid – or non-adherent pad as they call it – peeling off the back and gently placing it over the puncture. It's not a good replacement for proper medical care, but it will suffice until he manages to crawl his way back to wherever he lives and gets professionally treated.

"You better pay for a new couch, or a deep cleaning." You continue, beginning to pack up all your things before standing as you remove your gloves, and move to the kitchen to toss them out. "I have things to do, you know?" You say from the kitchen, washing your hands thoroughly.

That's partially a lie, the things you claim to have insist on reading a fucking brief or case while sitting on your couch watching something on Netflix – because cable is a waste of money – with one of many microwave meals stocking up your small white fridge. Still, this momentary distraction has moved those plans to tomorrow night. A Saturday night.

"I don't know who you are, or what your rank is in this stupid gang of yours, but I don't care." You continue your rant, grabbing a glass of water and pain-killers – placing them on the small cushioned ottoman, because who has the space to own a coffee table? – pacing back and forth in your apartment, where you can finally kick off your shoes by the front door and grab the purse you discarded by the small circular dining table next to the fridge. "I have work to do."

You storm towards your bedroom, dumping your purse on your bed and digging through it for your laptop and thick file, then you grab a highlighter sitting on the bedside table. And hopefully by the time he wakes up, you would have done something worthwhile and beneficial to your career.

So, yes, in conclusion, life always has a weird way of fucking you over. 

An hour has passed since you fixed up the stranger who lays, practically comatose, on your couch. Since then, you've changed out your clothes, showered, and gone through at least fifteen pages of this case you're supposed to assist with and eventually write a report for. Sitting in bed, music softly plays through your laptop as you bite on the end of a highlighter, re-reading the same paragraph over and over again.

It's safe to say that your mind is a bit distracted, maybe it's the fact you're harbouring a criminal in your apartment, waiting for him to wake up and possibly kill you. The Foxes are notorious for many things, heists, robbery, petty murder, but particularly famous for the sale of illegal goods – whether it be drugs, or unlicensed arms – and you happen to have one sitting in your living room.

All for what? The fear of getting murdered? Having a target on your back? Trading integrity for safety? To be fair, those are all valid reasons why you've decided to take him in. You can call the police, turn him in, do greater good for the grand community. He's docile and helpless right now, you've searched him for weapons and you keep his belongings hostage on your bed. But, what are the cops going to do?

You hear a groan coming from the living room, and immediately shoot up from the bed, swinging your feet over the mattress and feeling them hit the cold wooden floors as you turn around to grab the baseball bat leaning against the mattress.

The first, and big thing he feels is pain. An unbearable type of pain on the side of his stomach. He places a hand over the plaster, expecting to feel blood or an infection, but jolts awake when he's proven wrong. He sits up, painfully, and scans the apartment for any sign that will tell him where he is. The messy decor of the room, the glass encased bookshelf that's filled to the brim with trinkets, novels, DVD's, CD's, and records. Behind him, on the wall are framed movie posters and paintings. Lamps, candles, and a full wall tapestry behind the tv. A plethora of coats and bags hanging on the door. So much clutter in this little living room.

He turns his gaze to the small kitchen, a shelf lined with snacks, spices, a bowl of onions and garlic, and a concerning amount of liquor. On the counter, are dishes, coloured pots and pans, empty jars. Whoever lives here loves their fair share of pink, grey, and light blue cups, bowls, and plates. They apparently also love their fair share of tea and instant chai latte mixes, and colourful string lights.

He has no idea where he is, or who happened to pick him up from the streets. All he knows is that he was ambushed by the Crows and left for dead, talk about sending a fucking message. Understandably, he turns his head to look behind him, where you stand holding a baseball bat to your side. He reaches for his pocket, where his knife always remains, only to feel nothing. You've disarmed him.

While he should be focusing on that thought. The logical sense that you must know who he is; hence why you've hidden all his belongings and why you're holding a baseball bat for defence, or the fact that you must've called the police by now. But no, his mind is focused on who you are, why you've brought him into your apartment to avoid death, and how those little shorts look on you. Those little black shorts, that tank top, and that big knitted cardigan.

So what if he's about to get arrested, he loves this sight.

"You brought me here?" He asks, watching the way you nod your head.

"You were bleeding out near a pile of trash, and while I considered leaving you for dead, I figured that I could get something out of saving your life." You explain nonchalantly, well as nonchalant as you can given that you've invited a known criminal into your house.

"Who do you work for?" He questions. There are always upcoming rivals or new recruits circling the scene, they love dirty work and favours – an eye for an eye – and will extort, abuse, and come up with the worst reparations. While you don't look threatening at all, especially in that little outfit, he can't underestimate you.

"Specter and Hastings, the law firm." You reply, causing him to laugh out of pure irony. Out of everyone he could have gotten entwined with, it had to be a lawyer. The universe really loves to play games on him, doesn't it?

"What do you want?" He sighs, "Names? Operations? You want me to snitch?" He'd rather die than rat out his friends, his family, just cuff him and take him down to the station because he's not speaking.

"No." You say, "I want safety." A flash of curiosity flashes across his face, allowing you to elaborate. "I want to make sure that wherever I go will be unharmed, untouched, or fall victim to whatever wars you guys get into. I want to be left out of danger, and never have to worry about getting followed home, mugged, or stabbed. I want the guarantee of safety... for my silence."

"What?"

"Is it so hard to understand?" You huff, "I save your life, you look out for mine. And in doing so, I will pretend that I didn't potentially break a law by not turning you in, I will turn a blind eye and ignore that tonight ever happened."

She's looking out for herself. He can't blame her. If anyone were to find out that she left him for dead, she would be a target. However, as someone whose job literally regards the law, you can't blame him for thinking you're hypocritical and maybe the slightest bit untrustworthy. If you can't even stick by your career, how can he expect you not to snitch on him?

"So?" You say, "Is that a good arrangement?"

"I can't guarantee anything sweetheart," he claims.

"Fine, then can you at least keep the stabbings out of this neighbourhood?" You question, "When I get home at night, I'd rather not come across another bloody body and risk getting more blood on my couch out of fear of being targeted."

That he can do. He can tell the guys to avoid this particular area, in exchange for a stranger – who happens to be a lawyer – that saved his life. Not to mention, you didn't call the cops, didn't turn him in, and you're supposedly open to turning a blind eye. In regards to the blood he got on your couch, he can easily fix that. He nods, "That I can do." There's no reason why he should deny anything, you already know he's part of the Foxes – that's the only reason you bothered saving him – and you are well aware about the culture and how no good deed goes without payment.

"Okay, great." You nod, resting the baseball bat against the frame, you've negotiated poorly, and your terms and conditions are promised to be met. Now, you can move along with your life. "Excuse me for a moment," you say, disappearing back into your bedroom to gather up all the things you took from his pockets.

In your short-lived absence, the man glances over at the painkillers and glass of water on the ottoman. He grabs the packet, reading the warning on the bottom half of the box that informs the users of the small percentage of codeine and its addictive properties, only to ignore it and swallows down the pill. It's drugstore painkillers, so of course, it's not going to be the strongest but when it kicks in, it'll help.

You return holding his things, hanging them to him before sitting on the curved back armchair next to the couch. You are unsure of what to do, or say to the brunette. You've never been put in a situation where a gang member is sitting in your apartment, wounded, and you've offered up your silence in turn of safety. Is it time for you to kick him out, or should you try to make conversation?

He, on the other hand, glances down at his phone, texting away to his friends about what happened and how he'll be back soon. There's no doubt that they're all mad about the situation, how he got ambushed by their rivals, and left by a pair of trash bags to bleed out. Though, it's not all that bad, he got saved by a pretty girl who graces him with skimpy shorts and a tank top that loves to plague his imagination. Better yet, this girl happens to be a lawyer, and if he plays his cards right, he can get a run down of loopholes and secure defence.

"So, do I get a name?" You ask, wrapping your cardigan closer around your body. "Or is that confidential? I'm not going to rat you out, I'm barely a lawyer, let alone a narc. And I need a solid ally in case anyone part of your... um, group ambushes me."

"We're allies now?"

"Are you going to give me a name or what?"

You've already seen his face, and he doubts you'll ever be able to say anything to the authorities without ratting yourself out in the process. Also, he's sure he's never going to see you again, or the maximalist, messy design of your apartment... including the row of CD's and records that you keep in that bookshelf despite being in the age of digital streaming.

"You can call me Rin," half a name, but one nonetheless. "Yeah, Rin is good, or Suna, whatever floats your boat." If he could, he'd try and leave, but he doubts he's in a good enough physical state to do so. Also, being stuck in an apartment with a pretty girl makes him want to stay even more. "Do I get a name from you?"

"No."

"Whatever you say sweetheart," Suna shrugs. "So... a lawyer, what made you go down that route?" He questions, wanting to get his mind off the unbearable ache in his body and sharp pain on his side, as he lays back down on the couch. Might as well get some information on you while he's here.

"I'm doing it for the money." You reply, crossing one leg over the other – unaware of how his eyes follow your movements �� as you lean back against the seat, finding some sort of strange comfort in talking to a criminal. "I'm an associate, and in ten years I hope to make partner and move out of this place to somewhere closer to my job. I'm aiming for an apartment on the upper east side, maybe west."

"Is that all?" He hums, watching as you glare at him, "Just for the money?"

"Isn't that why we do anything?" You remark, "For the money, so we can sustain ourselves and live. And it's not like I'm doing court law, or criminal justice, I'm mainly interested in business law – contract and tort law – which is what my firm focuses on, including divorce law, because that's where all the money is."

"So, you're just a lawyer who conveniently knows how to bandage up a wound and goes around saving gang members?" Suna comments, "Oh, and how can I forget the whole trading a life thing for safety."

"Well, it's better than running around on the streets causing havoc." You retort, "Besides, becoming a lawyer is in my blood, meaning both my parents are lawyers and I was told as a young girl that I'd be a good one. Whether or not that was a compliment, can be debated. It's a stable career, a respectable one, and once I move up the ranks, I'll be able to order myself town cars."

"And law is something you really want to do?"

You're quiet for a moment before getting up to walk to your kitchen to brew yourself a cup of tea, "Yes. It is. I don't see what else I could do; the arts are a dying career where only one in a million makes a name for themselves, I don't plan on being the next big entrepreneur, and I hated biology and anything medical." You flip on the kettle, hearing it begin to boil as you dig through your tea bags. "Besides, law seemed easy enough, and there's nothing wrong with sitting through prenuptial meetings."

Suna feels a lot better about getting trapped with a lawyer now. He was initially scared of getting trapped with a potential narc with a six-foot pole up their ass, but you, you're just like every other sleazebag lawyer who's in it for the money. It's refreshing.

"Yeah, and I guess there's that whole thing of justice, but I don't even work in that field." You continue, "The justice system is fucked up anyway, and why would I want to contribute to that? I mean, I could get an innocent life out of prison but then again, I could fuck up and let a guilty person run free or risk them getting a reduced sentence. But, I don't work in that type of field, I just praise the people who do."

You wait for the kettle to finish boiling, and once it does, you pour the water into your mug, adding in honey or sugar into the mix before walking back to the living room. Not before grabbing a bag of chips from your shelf, tossing it at him. He is a guest, can't be that rude.

Reluctantly, Suna accepts it. He hasn't been around you long, but the way you've abandoned your baseball bat and returned all his belongings must mean you don't see him as that big of a threat. Well, how could you? You saw him at his weakest, and he hasn't given you a reason to be afraid... or he hopes he hasn't. Additionally, you're not that much of a threat either, you're smart enough to get through law school, attend an ivy, and work as an associate at a well-known firm in the city. And while he doesn't see much of what you do in your private life, he can see the few small framed photographs on the lamp tables next to him.

He can see you partying with friends, clearly drunk at the time when the photograph was taken, which must mean that you do know how to have fun in whatever spare time you have. Also, your refusal to give him a name eliminates the idea of him ever searching you up online. Meaning, whatever worries he's supposed to have can easily be debunked.

"So, what exactly is your role?" You ask.

"I work in the background, I help plan out whatever, I stay on guard, I'm there to protect them." He explains as vaguely as he can, not wanting to give the gorey details of his role or job description. By the way you nod, it's clear you accept that fact since you don't bat an eye or demand an explanation. Both of you know that the less you know the better. "Are you not scared of me?"

You can't blame him for wondering. Usually, you'd be terrified or the slightest bit frightened, but enough has happened tonight to make talking to a criminal the most normal thing. However, he's not exactly the worst presence. Sure, you can see the way he's looking at you, feel his gaze burn into your skin, how they trail up and down your body – and while it gets a piece of your heart racing, at least you know that he isn't planning on harming you.

"No." You shake your head, "I mean, you probably would scare me if I were to be walking alone on the street at this time of night, and I would definitely be terrified if you happened to be with all your friends. But you're alone, in my apartment, I can see your face, and you're wounded. You can't hurt me, at this point in time, I'm a lot stronger than you."

Unfortunately, you make a good point. He doubts he can walk comfortably, let alone act as a proper threat. "Right, of course," he hums, noticing the obvious blood stain on your couch. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." He comments, "I'll get you a new couch."

"Good," you say, biting back a smile. "I'd prefer one in cream, or even this light grey. In terms of style, I'd like one with a wider back and comfy cushions – like a cloud couch – if you can find one that will fit this apartment, that'd be great."

Suna's lips twitch up in a smile as he listens to you give him a detailed description, you avoid his eyes, staring down at the steam coming out of your mug. He tries to sit up to get your attention before it fades away – and for the act of dramatics, he lets out an exaggerated groan, which causes you to rush towards him – you place your mug on the lamp table behind you and crawl onto the floor in front of him.

You push him back down onto the couch, the force being more painful than when he tried to get up, you lift his shirt up to examine the damage you poorly tried to cover up, it looks fine physically, but you can't imagine what he's feeling. "I can't do much, as I said, I'm not a licensed medical professional." You say, moving down his stained shirt. Your touch ignites a trail of flames along his abdomen that takes all his willpower to fight.

"At least, I'm alive and not curled up by a pile of trash." He remarks.

"Yeah, but who's to say that's going to happen again?" You question, "Next time you get into a situation like this, I can't guarantee that someone will be there to patch you up in time."

"If it's not you patching me up, I don't want to live."

"Oh," you say, surprised, backing up from him. "Well, that doesn't give you an excuse to show up to my doorstep all bloody if it does end up happening again."

It has been a week since you've seen Suna.

Last friday you were nursing a gang member back to life with the promise of safety for silence, and a new couch – both of which you aren't sure you're going to get anytime soon. Instead, you still clutch your taser while you walk home, and you've done your best to wash the stain on the couch cushion. However, nothing is getting rid of that disgusting, faded stain, so you've opted to flip it over and hope time will make you forget.

The individual lamps and overhead lights illuminate the apartment, the candles flames are burning– casting a mixed scent of florals, vanilla, and lavender – creating the perfect ambiance for a Friday night in.

You sigh, collecting a mountain of rice – from your ready-made curry – on your spoon, curled up on your couch, gaze fixed on the television that plays an old show you were obsessed with in your teens. Beside you, is a glass of wine filled with ice cubes, and the bottle is placed on the floor awaiting refill. What else is there for you to do than stay home on a Friday night?

"Previously on Pretty Little Liars," you hear play through the speakers, shoving a mountain of food into your mouth, "It's Mona– Hanna won so Mona loses..."

You sink down into the couch, suddenly engrossed in the recap. It's been a while since you've had time to catch up on television, so the recaps serve a well-needed purpose to remind you of the over-the-top drama and plethora of plotholes. There is nothing better than unwinding after a long, long, week at work. Grabbing the wine glass, ice cubes clinking as you bring the drink up to your lips.

It's an odd combination, putting ice cubes in wine– that's unheard of – but you don't mind the diluted taste, also, you aren't the biggest fan of wine, it just seemed classier than making yourself a sad looking cocktail. Though, given the fact you're watching one of the more questionable teen mystery dramas, wine with ice does not seem like the worst situation.

You could have easily gone out, but all your friends are all too tired to go out, and drinks at bars are far too expensive. And let's be honest, going out by yourself is possibly one of the most depressing things a person could do, also that would mean walking home by yourself intoxicated. Obviously, that's not the smartest or safest decision, given the current rise in crime.

Engrossed in the show, absentmindedly feeding yourself until you're scraping the plastic container with your spoon picking up scraps. Sighing, you slide off the sofa, dragging your feet towards the kitchen where you toss out the empty container and dump your spoon into the sink. Half of your attention is still focused on the television, not wanting to miss anything going on.

Drifting back towards the couch, leaning against the armrest as you refill your wine glass, bringing the bitter alcohol to your lips and tasting it on your tongue. This will be your second glass of the night, the first glass came and went as quickly as the previous episode did.

A loud knock on the door sounds throughout the apartment, causing you to choke on your drink. Frightened, you place the glass down on the lamp table, pushing yourself away from the couch as cautiously and quietly as you can. Walking on your tiptoes back to the kitchen, reaching into a drawer for a knife.

Of course you're not going to open the door, you're not stupid. You're simply going to sit against it, clutching the knife until whoever is on the other side goes away... like a responsible, intelligent, adult. It could be someone with the wrong address, despite how persistent they are on knocking. And no criminal would think of knocking either!

Maybe you should turn off the television, give the illusion that no is home, or alternatively, you could turn the volume all the way up and drown out the sound of their fist pounding against wood. Nevertheless, hiding out in front of this door with a knife seems like the safest option. If things go wrong, and the intruder does break in, you can stab them and leave their body on the street.

Crime isn't news around this area, unfortunate things occur all the time! And the police, being police, won't bother stepping in. It's an accidental murder in a bad part of town, or another victim to gang violence, they won't bother finding out it was a kitchen knife that caused the death. Morally, will it crush you? Yes. It will.

You lean back against the door, the continuous knocks do not falter... Until they do, you hear them rest their head against the wood. Maybe they've finally given up. Slowly, you get up from the floor, the faint noise of police sirens flying by. You backpedal until your back hits the counter, reluctantly, you place the knife on the surface behind you.

Heart racing in your chest, then you hear it. You hear him. "Sweetheart, open the door." His voice is muffled, but a simple piece of wood is not going to hide the exhaustion lacing his tone. "Please," he adds.

You hope that your home isn't the new hideout for gang members running from the police, but you can't stop yourself from quickly striding towards the front door and swinging it open. "Oh my god," you gasp, catching him in your arms before he plummets onto the floor. Stumbling back, you quickly catch your balance and drop him on the couch – the same way you did last week – where he falls back, arms resting on the back cushions.

Apparently, Suna has taken an involuntary liking towards you and insists on showing up outside your apartment, and door every time he gets hurt. At least, this time around, he's not shot, stabbed, or badly wounded, he just looks a little... beat up. Busted lip, and black eye that's beginning to form. You know this is not the time, but god does he look so good.

Lord knows what he's gotten himself into, why he's bruised or why out of all the places he could run, he ran here... to you. What happened? Why is he suddenly out of breath, unable to stand, and exhausted on your couch? You climb over him, straddling his lap, and grab his face between your fingers, forcing him to look at you. "What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" You huff, slapping the side of his face to jolt him awake, "This is no time for a nap Rin, you need to tell me what happened."

Even in this dazed state of mind, even after running five blocks, being chased by both the police and the Crows as a distraction while his team can get away. Getting cornered, beat up (not as bad as the others), picking the lock to get into your building, then running up the stairs, and waiting for you to let him in. He can still appreciate the sight in front of him, including those shorts, his hands running up your thighs, leaning his head back while his lips turn up into a smirk.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I had to run, and believe it or not, this is the safest place for me." He mutters, sitting up to lean in close to you. "And I know you won't refuse me," he hums. Suna's breath is hot against yours, his touch running up and down your thighs setting a fire to burn and a shiver to involuntarily run down your spine. He kicks off his shoes, opting to make himself comfortable on your couch.

"This is not your safe haven," you scoff, pressing a hand flat on his chest to push him back from you as you climb off his lap. You storm over to the kitchen, opening the small freezer hatch on your fridge to pull out a frozen bag of peas for his eye. Sure, it's not your job to care for him, but you can't help doing it – as if it has been engraved in your memory after one experience. You toss the frozen peas at him, which he luckily knows what they're for. "I did you a favour, which you have yet to return, by the way."

He holds the frozen bag of peas up to his eye, this is not the warm welcome he's been expecting, and for your information he has kept up one side of his deal. He has kept your street a no-go zone, and he has been making sure that you are safe. Sure, his methods are a bit stalkerish, he's been trailing you to and from work – lurking from the shadows and wiping out any potential threats that come your way. In terms of the new couch... he's working on it.

"Don't tell me that you're running from the police," you say, beginning to pace back and forth in your living room. "What do you think you're doing?" You exclaim, "You can't keep coming here to hide from the police! Do they know what you look like? Do they know that you came here? Do you know that my entire career can be ruined?"

"Calm down sweetheart," Suna hums. "No one knows I'm here, you're fine. And speaking of the police... yeah, I'm running from them, but I managed to get away through a couple short cuts. Trust me, you're safe." He stands from the couch, one long stride taken to reach you, his hands running down your arms in a somewhat reassuring manner. With one hand tilting up your chin, "And I wanted to see you."

His eyes are mesmerising, a perfect combination of green, yellow, and grey. It's hard to not melt under their gaze. Your hand wraps around his wrist, moving his touch away from your face before turning on your heel to walk towards your bedroom. He hates to see you leave, but he loves to watch you walk away. Maybe this is the universe repaying him for almost dying, it sent an angel in the form of you.

"Wanted to see me," you mutter to yourself, packing up the mess on your bed. The files, loose papers, highlighters, notes, and your laptop. You move them to sit on your cluttered vanity. "As flattering as that is," you continue, "I'd rather you come see me when you're not running from law enforcement. You owe me."

"Sorry to add insult to injury, but I was wondering if I could camp out here for the night?" Suna asks, leaning against the doorframe of your room. He knows you're not going to deny him refuge, whether you want to admit it or not. You don't have it in your heart to leave him out in the rain. Even if you want him gone, he's not going to leave. He's never been that good at taking hints – hence the black eye and busted lip. "Just for the night."

"One night." You sigh, "Only if –" there's always a catch "– you avoid robbing my bank, and stay clear of where I work, and make sure that everyone knows that. And no more attracting police to this side of town," you list. "And if you're going to stay here frequently, I'm going to need some sort of compensation."

"Is that all?"

"Yes." You nod, "now," you begin pushing the brunette back into the living room and onto the couch. Since he's here, may as well check up on how that old stab wound is going. You force him down onto the sofa, his back hitting the cushions – the wind escaping his lungs – as you lift up his shirt. There's still a nasty cut that's bound to turn into an even worse scar, but at least it's healing correctly.

"You sure are quite aggressive," he comments, propping his head up with his hands as he looks up at you. "I don't mind, kinda like it." He purrs, softly laughing at the way you pull his shirt back down and storm up off the ground, grabbing your wine glass and downing the rest of the contents. "I was just teasing babe, no need to overreact."

"Are you aware that you're an idiot?" You comment, placing your glass and the wine bottle on the kitchen counter.

"Do you like that I'm an idiot?" He retorts. He's got a bit of a little infatuation with you. A hot shot associate with a morally grey high ground, and a weakness for criminals like him. It is not everyday a pretty normal girl like you fixes him up and lets him into the apartment while he's running from the cops.

"The same way I like how I continuously find myself harbouring a fugitive." You reply, "It could be better. And can you please either use the frozen peas or put them back in the freezer."

You have better things to do! Sure, the situation could be worse. At least Suna is decent to look at, and he's alright company who doesn't want to kill you, and you have felt the slightest bit safer on your walks to and from work. Though, it's not like you're thrilled to have him in your apartment.

He gets up from the couch, places the peas back where they belong, then slides in next to you. He grabs the wine bottle, taking a swig from the bottle. You watch him intently, the way his Adam's apple moves, the beginning traces of a bruise forming around his eye, and the cut on his lip. He still wears that stupid leather jacket, but at least there's no blood on his hands, legs, or torso. Suna glances at you from the corner of his eye, holding the bottle firmly in his hand, "Take a picture. It lasts longer."

"I would," you say, "but that would mean proving a direct affiliation with you. And lord knows if you ever get caught, I'd rather die than testify in court and risk losing all respect I have in this industry."

"I get it," he shrugs, "I'm bad news, but that doesn't mean I'm necessarily a bad person. I mean, you make money off people's brokens marriages, shouldn't that equate to something? I think that we both do bad things, but we're not bad people."

"Comparing me to you is a low blow," you snort. "That's like comparing apples and oranges."

"They're both fruit aren't they? They both grow on trees, they both make juice." Suna argues, "One is sure, significantly better than the other, but that all depends on personal preference."

You meet his eyes, seeing nothing other than the greyish-green hues. He's got that tough exterior that can draw any girl toward him – including you – the danger that people write about, the allure and flirty personality that makes him less of an asshole and more human. He is the fallen angel that the universe sent to you as a form of twisted karma and dilemma of morals that cross a line. He's beautiful, prideful, a criminal, but has got a strong sense of loyalty and protection. Why else will he make himself the scapegoat to every situation?

"Yeah, well, anyone with a brain can tell who's the better one of the both of us."

"If this is about breaking the law," he says, placing the bottle down on the counter. He steps in front of you, trapping you between his arms, pushing you back against the counter as his body presses against yours. "You're breaking a lot by being here with me, hiding me from the law, trading silence for safety, I'm sure there's something in the constitution that you've broken by not turning me in." He lowers his voice, dipping his head down to yours, "I'm sure if I string enough together, you can be charged with aiding and abetting."

"That's one thing out of the many covering your roster."

He bends down, lips brushing against your own. Heart pounding against your chest. He's so close. Remnants of his cologne fill your senses; oak, wood, musk, sweet amber, cardamom, raspberry. He's addictive in all the ways he shouldn't be. A real fallen angel. Beautiful, perfect, but dangerous, treacherous, and duplicitous. But what does that make you? You're addicting, the light in his dark tunnel, his bittersweet obsession that he cannot indulge in.

"You don't care." He rasps, "If you did, you would have kicked me out. You like me, you like having a dirty little secret, you fucking revel in it."

You don't respond, verbally that is. You break the small gap between the two of you. He reciprocates the action, deepens the kiss, presses you further back against the counter. A hand gripping your hip, while the other travels up your neck, holding under your jaw tight between his fingers. His body against yours, fingers wrapping around the belt loops of his jeans trying desperately to pull him closer. It's messy, driven, and lustful.

Your hands travel under his shirt, feeling the burning skin and the shiver that runs down his spine. The hand he has on your hips, his fingers dig harder into your side while the one around your neck shifts to the nape, reaching up to tug at the roots of your hair. The throaty moan that he elicits from you sends him into overdrive, fuck you're addictive. He wants you, so bad. He needs you.

Palms placed flat on his stomach you step forward, pushing him back onto the couch. He takes in the sight of you, standing over him in those little shorts and tank top that hugs your body so well. You climb on top of him, straddling his lap, and his hands instinctively run up the back of your thighs, sliding under your shorts. Rough hands making themselves comfortable, holding the flesh in his hands, squeezing hard as he helps you grind down onto him. He's hard as a fucking rock, and your moving against him so needy. The friction against your clit, slow and tortuous, small whimpers and staggered breaths that Suna swallows.

Your hands move to move the leather jacket off his body, which he tosses across the living room, leaving him in a black muscle tee that shows off all the hidden, scattered tattoos on his arms you've never had the pleasure of seeing. His fingers grab the front of your tank top, tugging down the fabric to expose you to him. His cold hand cupping your tit, the pad of his thumb running over a hardened nipple as goosebumps scatter down your body and you press down further into the bulge in his jeans.

"Fuck," he groans at your reaction, breaking away from your lips to kiss down your jaw, neck, collarbones, before his lips wrap around your chest. His tongue pressing against you, teeth grazing your skin, while his hand continues to work and massage against the other.

Your back arches, hands tangling themselves in his brown hair, continuously grinding against him as his leaves scatter hickey across your chest. "Sweetheart, you're killing me." He murmurs, reconnecting your lips together. You hum against him, lifting your arms in the air as he pulls off your top, throwing it across your apartment before he does the same with his shirt.

You begin to kiss down his chest, his torso, his stomach, falling down to the floor in front of him – between his legs – as you undo his belt. Suna's eyes fixed on you, the sweetly dangerous glimmer in your eyes as you unbutton and unzip his jeans. He lips his hips, allowing you to pull them down – jeans and briefs – letting his clothes drop to the floor. He shudders the second your hand wraps around his dick, head dropping back and hands gripping onto your hair.

Wrapping your lips around the sensitive tip, you tease the spot hearing desperate whimpers escape his throat. Tongue flat against him, head beginning to bob back and forth, cheeks hollowing out as you literally suck the soul out of him. The salty taste of pre-cum on your tongue, his hands firmly entwined in your hair as he lets out a strain of whimpers, bucking his hips up, controlling your movements making you take him deeper in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

Tears begin to prickle in your eyes. Head moving back and forth at a faster pace, his hands knotted in your hair as he takes control, fucking your mouth. Looking up through teary eyes, laying eyes on a sinful sight. His abdomen flexing, head thrown back, eyes shut, and Adam's apple moving at every repressed whimper and moan. You grip onto his thighs as he increases his pace.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Breathless moans coming out in repeated pleas that chase a high. He's so close, impatient, and seeking a heavy and desperate release. "Just like that baby, keep going."

You don't stop, you continue as a mess of fallen tears, pre-cum and saliva. You can't breathe, throat filled with his cock. He fucks your throat, using you for pleasure. He fucks your mouth, swollen head hitting the back of your throat, shuddering as you to swallow or gasp for air. You feel his dick twitch, and in seconds a hot load is shot down your throat and his grip on you loosens. You swallow down his cum, tongue and lips cleaning him up. Once, your lips remove themselves from his cock, he wastes no time to pull you up and reconnect your lips, tasting him on your tongue. You stand from your knees, and he pulls down your shorts along with the simple black panties, then pulls you down onto the couch, laying you on your back.

He hovers over you, hand wrapping itself around your throat as he kisses you. The other, spreads your leg, calloused rough fingers pressing against your cunt. Using the arousal to rub against your clit, a harsh play of light and rough. Fingers pressing hard against your clit, causing a strained moan to sound through the living room, he rubs against the bud. Playing between teasing movements, to forceful mechanisms. He's fast and slow, teasing you, edging you.

"Rin," you muster out, biting down on his lip which pushes him to give you what you need. Working his fingers swiftly, skillfully, roughly against your clit. You squirm beneath him, he's vicious against you, his free hand kneading your tit in a hard grasp. "Fuck, Rin." You moan, chest rising and falling, as he quickens his pace. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you grip onto the armrest of the couch, mouth agape.

Legs twitching, as he brings you to an insatiable climax. His fingers are covered in your slick. He brings them up to his mouth, getting a taste of what he's missing out of. He doesn't waste time, wrapping your legs around his shoulders before he buries himself in your cunt. Lips wrapping themselves around your clit, sucking on it, his tongue moving at a rapid pace. He feels how sensitive you are. Fingers digging into your thighs, sucking your clit into his mouth.

You're a mess, a writhing, mess. And the way he looks up at you through half lidded eyes, buried between your thighs. You sink your hands into his hair, looking for something to hold onto. A groan rumbles in his throat, sending you farther over the edge. He increases his pace, devouring you like a starved man who hasn't eaten in years. He's pushing you over the edge, your heels digging into his back, pulling at his hair, forcing him deeper into you.

To add fuel to the fire, he thrusts two fingers inside you, curling into your sweet spot that has you bucking your hips into his mouth. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, perfectly matching the pace of his tongue. He continues until he feels you come undone, pleasure and heat clouding your vision as he pulls away from you. He examines the sight, leaning in close to you.

"I need to feel you." He pleads, the blood already rushing back to his dick, "I need you sweetheart."

You nod, "Please." Whispering, "It's fine, I'm on the pill." You reassure.

He almost collapses right there and then, letting out a whimper as he slides into you. Feeling you raw and whole, he's going crazy, losing his mind at the way you suck him in. Your walls around his dick, warm and so good that he could come right there and then. His find is spinning, he's going absolutely feral over being in you. He slowly moves out, before bottoming out, stealing your breath in the process. That's all he needed, the feeling of having you grip around him.

Suna thrusts into you, picking up a faster speed and your ragged breaths urging him on. He revels in the way your tits bounce, his movements causing the sinful shake of your body. Your nails digging into his back, scratching the skin. If he could save this as a permanent memory in his mind, he would, and he'd replay it over and over again in his dreams. He bottoms out, rolling his hips each time he does so, thrusting in and out at a faster speed and pace.

He then pulls out, the lack of touch jolting you back from your daze, only for him to flip you over onto your stomach, harsh grip on your hips as he lifts your ass in the air. He grips onto the flesh, holding it in his palms while he tugs them towards him in a big thrust. You let out a moan, face buried into the couch cushions, as he pounds into you.

Dick reaches deep into your cunt, watches you shake under him, the couch shakes, and the lamps shake. He holds both your wrists in his hands, pinning them behind your back, as he pushes himself faster, rougher, crazier than he did before. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoing throughout the apartment, mixed in with your strained whimpers and his throaty groans. "You like this?" He mutters.

This is so much better than he imagined. All the nights he spent with his hand wrapped around his dick in the shower and in bed. The thought of you crumbling beneath him, moaning out his name, becoming nothing but putty underneath him. The thought of him pounding into you relentlessly, feeling you bare and raw, the way your walls wrap around his cock. Imagination never could have prepared him for this, it's so much better than he imagined.

You're so wet around him. He fucks into you, in and out so quickly that you can't even grasp onto the feeling despite your cunt quivering and tightening around him every time he fills you. He lands a hard slap on your ass, only to rub over the red spot, roughly massaging and kneading the flesh. Suna continues to go harder, faster, more feral, moving both your hips to meet. Back is arched and he pushes you further down into the cushions, if that's even possible.

"You're no saint sweetheart," his hips stuttering, "you fucking love getting fucked dirty by a criminal." He rasps, tugging you up by your arms, whispers close to your ear sending a shiver down your spine. "Tell me how much you love it," he instructs. "Go on."

"I love it." You breathe out. Suna forcefully pushes you back down onto the couch, harshly pounding into you, "Fuck, so good."

"No one's ever gonna fuck you as good as I will. I'm going to make you mine, I'm going to corrupt you, I'll protect you." His voice falters at the feeling of you tightening around him, his cock twitching in response. "Fuck, you're mine. Mine only, and I'll fucking kill anyone who comes near you."

You listen to him, losing all sense of strength in your body. You're so close, he knows you are. "Rin, please keep going, I'm so close." You whimper, and he endures, picking up his pace and pushing into you faster, deeper, and harder until you become a limp mess, tightening around him, giving him the greenlight to release.

He cums inside you, white liquid filling you and dripping out as he pulls out. Your hips fall to the couch, as you flip over in time for him to collapse on top of you. If you didn't need a new couch before, you definitely need one now. His arms wrap under your body, he lays between your legs, head resting on your rising and falling chest, hearing your heartbeat in his ears. You brush your fingers through his hair.

He meant what he said. You're his, and he will fucking kill anyone who comes near you. 

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Instinct ⇥ Toji Fushiguro.

Fandom ⇥ Jujutsu Kaisen.

Pairing ⇥ Toji Fushiguro x Female!Reader.

Summary ⇥ It was a mistake. A no good, terrible mistake, because being fucked into submission by your best friend’s dad was totally normal, right?

Warnings ⇥ Explicit Content. Language. Porn Without Plot. Rough Sex. Age Gap, though reader is in her early twenties. Corruption Kink. Breeding Kink, if you squint. Minors DNI.

I don’t think I did this man justice, but please keep in mind that I just recently got introduced to the Jujutsu Kaizen universe. Reviews and reblogs appreciated. Might post more content should this be received well, cause I really don’t think I did Toji justice.

You were a modest young woman that prided herself at being a law abiding citizen. You did as you were told and broke little to no rules, and yet now you knew that you could throw that goodie two shoes act right out the window.

It was a innocent little crush, never once entertaining the thought that your imagination would later turn into an earth shattering reality, but now, well you could honestly say that it wasn’t as innocent as you had previously assumed.

Guilt lingered at the forefront of your mind as you desperately sought to silence the atrocious sounds wheezing past your lips, and yet the firm grip tightening around your throat was warning enough that it was the last thing the behemoth above you wanted.

“I thought you said that you were a good girl,” he grunted against your skin, teeth nipping at your earlobe as a particular thrust of his hips dragged out a mewl from you, “—yet one look has you wrapped around my dick like a wanton little whore.”

Shaking your head from side to side as a wave of embarrassment flooded through your quivering body, the man above you merely laughed mockingly as he tutted in amusement, “I wonder what my son would think should he know that his daddy is fucking his pretty little friend like the whore she is.”

This was a mistake.

A terrible, no good, glorious mistake and yet regret pulsed at the forefront of your mind. This was not what you had in mind when you had agreed to help Megumi out with his science project, assuring you that his dad wouldn’t be home until later tonight—fat load of bullshit that was.

Because there you were, legs spread wide and being fucked into submission like there was no tomorrow. You weren’t a virgin by any means, having lost your innocence at the age of sixteen when your douchebag of a boyfriend had given you the trump card, if you love me, you’ll sleep with me.

“Cat got your tongue, princess? Am I not fucking you hard enough?” He was taunting you, pushing your limits as his thumb circled your clit in slow movements, driving you towards the brink of insanity, for it was at that moment that pure instinct took over, and without thought, your walls clenched around his cock.

“Fuck,” this gorgeous beast of a man grunts out, hissing through his teeth as he stares down at you heartedly, “—you fucking asked for this, princess.”

He is not gentle, but you are distinctively aware that you don’t mind the roughness as he yanks you off mahogany desk, lips smashing against your own as he gropes at you, squeezing you tighter, teeth nipping and tongue invading your mouth like a man drunk on ecstasy. Your hands push against his firm chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch and as you think that he had come to his senses that this was indeed a mistake, Toji Fushiguro pulls back and squeezes your cheeks firmly with his right hand, glaring down at you with a fury that makes you regret your brazen act of bravery, “I am about to ruin whatever little fantasy you have little girl, I hope this pussy can take what I’m about to give her.”

You can’t breathe.

You can’t move.

Not when his large hands pull you against his chest, forcibly turning you around so that your back was flush against his chest and his firm erection digging into your backside. “Bite on this,” it’s your soaked panties he shoves into your mouth as he pushes against your back, guiding you down to settle comfortably against the wooden desk, books and pens scattered about, “—don’t want to wake my son, now do you?”

You shake your head in denial, embarrassment shimmering in your eyes as you briefly glance towards the opposite side of the room, knowing that Megumi could come barging down the darkened hallway at any given moment. “Remember you asked for this.”

You try to recall how you had ended up in this position as you feel him knead your buttocks with his firm and rough fingers, pain erupting through your body as a hard smacks lands on both cheeks, and then he bottoms out within you, hitting your cervix in one single thrust—and for a moment you see stars, silently hoping that he’ll allow you a moment to collect your thoughts and yet the moment he pulls away, inch by inch, you know you are about to be ruined by your best friend’s dad.

He stretches you out completely at this angle, balls deep in your quivering pussy, grunting like a crazed animal as he sets out a punishing pace, fingers digging painfully into the supple flesh of your hips. “Fucking take it,” he murmurs hotly, cock sliding in and out of you with such ferocity that you fear he might break you.

But he knows you can take it.

You can feel a tingling sensation prickle at the top of your head, pulsing through your veins as euphoria threatens to consume you whole. Your moans are muffled by biting down on your soaked panties, yet still you could feel the embarrassing sensation of drool dripping down your chin, tears forming at the corners of your eyes as you feel like bursting open like a balloon.

He raises a eyebrow, your words muffled, “What’s that, baby girl? Am I not fucking you right?” He taunts you with every drawn out thrust, pulling out until the tip of his cock is the only thing that remains within your quivering walls, only push back in with a firm snap of his hips, grunting at the sensation of you welcoming him home. “No, that’s not it, is it? You want me to cum inside this pretty pussy? Fill you up with my load until you can feel and taste nothing but me? Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Stars dance across your vision as your fingers now grip the edge of the table, modesty flying out the window as you push back to meet him thrust for thrust, the tickling sensation of his hands abandoning their position on your hips to now gripping your shoulders, fingers running through your hair before gripping and pulling you back, “Want me to fill you? I bet you dreamt of this, didn’t you?”

He knows he has ruined you.

He acts purely on instinct now, pummelling into your tight heat with precision and focus, animalistic grunts wheezing past his lips as he gnashes his teeth together. “Come on baby, cum for me.” Your body responds to the command and your orgasm hits you from nowhere, legs trembling and arms shaking, Toji holds you firmly against his chest as he continues his assault, drilling into you at a furious pace.

And then with a grunt, teeth biting down harshly into the tender skin of your neck, you feel him pulse and throb deep within you, the sheer sensation of being filled to the brim sending you over the edge as another orgasm rocks through your body. “Fuck!”

You don’t care that Megumi might hear you, too preoccupied by being manhandled like a little whore. “You have two seconds to get your pretty little ass in that shower,” and then he leaves you to crumble, reality crashing down and swallowing you whole as you tumble down the rabbit hole, desperately trying to make sense of what happened.

Because being fucked into submission by your best friend’s dad was totally normal, right?

#toji headcanons #dilf toji #jjk toji #toji drabbles #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x you #Jujutsu Kaisen imagine #Jujutsu Kaisen #Anime Imagine #Jujutsu Kaisen Toji #Reader Imagine #Toji Fushiguro Smut

[kandavers]

opinions on wish 👀

(the disney movie btw)

I haven’t seen it yet, but I’ve seen some videos reviewing Wish, and some posts about it, and a handful of them say that it feels like Wish is written by AI??? Which is Very Very strange. Also, someone said that in their concept artbooks the little star creature was going to be a cute shapeshifter boy and ultimately the love interest, and Personally, i feel a bit robbed HAHA ! When I have time, I’ll make sure to give it a Spin (very Legally ;))) like the ;) Law abiding citizen that I am ;)) and see if what they say matches up with what it actually is ^^

#kanrambles #ask #also important PSA coming up right after this!

[anthonybialy]

Self-Own the Libs

Liberals hate coping with liberalism, which you’d think might convince them something’s wrong.  But blaming everyone else is too thoroughly ingrained.  Those who pushed continual catastrophes on us seem even less pleased than pleasant people, which offers small comfort while dealing with what they think.

Culprits should be the least surprised.  Lamentably, destructors still don’t realize just who leveled everything.  Perpetrating victims really thought their ideals would spur joyous prosperity, and the fact they must suffer along with the rest of us offers little comfort.

There are ample chances to wallow in suffering during these days of voters forgetting that everything promised by Democrats is destined to turn out precisely backward.  Trying the ideas on the Cold War’s losing side is unhelpful as long as there’s no consistency.  You might think test tube fetishists who claim to embody science would oppose fighting conclusions, but getting things wrong is how they’re consistent.  Run the experiments once more to ensure they’re peer-reviewed.

Migrants are great until they migrate.  At the least, they should stop in icky conservative states on the nation’s edge.  Democrats can’t stop bragging about how much they adore making America a communal workers’ paradise minus the work.  Abolishing private property in every sense starts with erasing the border.  This is truly the land of incentives, as seen inadvertently and perversely when the Party of Kamala encourage anyone who wants to stroll on it.  Meanwhile, citizens are hassled for defending themselves or transferring a couple hundred bucks through online payment.

Your bosses thought we were all in this together, which means they inflict the same woe on everyone.  You might expect the biggest flaunters might be glad to have the guests the invited in camping on their doorsteps.  It’s not just Texas getting to add to their diversity mosaic.  All these new neighbors create a net positive, right?  The fact we don’t know permanent visitors’ backgrounds just creates opportunities to ask questions during conversations.  A country they loathe must accept anyone who wants to enter.  It’s just they have to live over there.

Sophisticated policy specialists tried treating guns as the villains.  The devices respond indifferently.  Humans holding them have no choice, according to those with an ulterior motive in diverting attention from decisions.  Struggling criminals are turned into felonious monsters by diabolical shooties.  It’s ironically their own spreading of poverty that leads to the crime they excuse, which is the worst of many ways they obliviously prove their point.

Allegedly enchanted implements only become dangerous when the virtuous aren’t allowed to have them.  Liberals demand gun control that they already have, which is not merely a sign of ingratitude.  If you think them not grasping that they successfully implemented their desired policies in numerous locales is bad, wait until you hear about the failure to stop inflation.

The body count associated with blaming guns can’t be countered by the self-righteousness of acting like one more restriction would’ve done it.  Keeping the law-abiding from discouraging attacks goes against the nation’s values and rulebook.  Free people are allowed to defend themselves, and every part of that offends Democrats.  They don’t think of themselves as free, which means nobody else gets to see themselves in those terms, either.

As with every bit of liberalism, they always need more.  There have not been enough rights unilaterally confiscated to stop a virus.  We need even higher taxes to get the economy rolling.  And the next round of gun control will finally be the one that halts criminals who obey every other law.

Moaning that pirates plunder their few remaining possessions is where controlling guns and the economy meet.  Criminals are the only ones treated as victims as presumed innocence gets taken too far.  There’s a procedure whereby those who leave evidence of committing offenses are arrested, allowed to offer a defense, then convicted if they can’t sucker jurors.  But the option gets lightly used in a time where outlaws are people who don’t surrender more to the IRS, insist on cooking with natural gas, and lie about losing elections.

We’re all as rich as each other.  That seems like a cruel trick played by a genie.  A tremendous amount of currency shows that supply and demand are applied consistently.  At least this pathetic economy has discouraged materialism.  There’s no choice.  Aspiring buyers take in more money than can be counted, which only makes trying to muster sufficient funds to buy a second slice of bread to officially finish building a sandwich.

Presuming their incredible notions would cure humanity’s sicknesses has made everyone ill.  The pushy faction got exactly the leaders they wanted spending the entirety of seized fortunes on schemes whose preposterousness mean nobody will fund them voluntarily.  That offered a pretty big clue about the ensuing results.  But betting with their own money has never interested Democrats.

Those with the worst ideas naturally oppose individuality.  Imposing their wretched ideology requires coercion, which is surely a reflection of desirability.  An accumulation of little schemes worked so terrifically in their minds that it almost seems like we shouldn’t have spoiled it by actually trying them.  Can we please stop trying them?

Blaming a robust America for other nations loathing us and toughness on crime for its existence turns out like anyone who’s good at noticing things predicted.  Fans of shock hate the outcomes their policies.  It’s nice to share common ground.  The fact Democrats hate worthless money and their new makeshift neighbors should inspire hope as a sign they’re still capable of accurately experiencing reality.  The connection is trickier, as it involves self-awareness.  Fleeing to Red States then proclaiming everything about them is swell but their politics is a good and bad sign.

#big government #economy #crime #immigration #liberty #liberalism

[toxoplasmewsis]

The decades-old US law barring domestic abusers from possessing firearms contradicts the nation’s “historical tradition” of access to guns even for pe ople who may not be “model citizens,” an appeals court said in a ruling that prompted a Justice Department rebuke.

The statute is unconstitutional because it gives too much power to Congress to determine who qualifies as “law-abiding, responsible citizens” when it comes to gun ownership, the 5th US Circuit Court of Appeals said Thursday. A unanimous three-judge panel wondered: who’s next?

“Could speeders be stripped of their right to keep and bear arms? Political nonconformists? People who do not recycle or drive an electric vehicle?” the New Orleans-based court asked in the decision.

The ruling vacated the conviction of a Texas man, Zackey Rahimi, who pleaded guilty to violating the law by keeping a pistol at home despite being subject to a civil domestic-violence restraining order for assaulting his former girlfriend. It’s the latest fallout from a US Supreme Court ruling in June that paved the way for courts to reconsider a wide variety of gun restrictions.

“Rahimi, while hardly a model citizen, is nonetheless part of the political community entitled to the Second Amendment’s guarantees, all other things equal,” said the appellate panel, comprised of two judges appointed by former President Donald Trump and one by Ronald Reagan.

Rahimi’s home was searched after he was involved in five shootings in a two-month span, including firing at a law enforcement vehicle in December 2020, firing at a driver after getting in a car accident and shooting multiple rounds in the air in January 2021 “after his friend’s credit card was declined at a Whataburger restaurant,” the appeals court said.

US Attorney General Merrick Garland said in a statement that Congress passed the law 30 years ago after determining “that a person who is subject to a court order that restrains him or her from threatening an intimate partner or child cannot lawfully possess a firearm.”

“Whether analyzed through the lens of Supreme Court precedent, or of the text, history, and tradition of the Second Amendment, that statute is constitutional,” Garland said. “Accordingly, the department will seek further review of the Fifth Circuit’s contrary decision.”

Rahimi’s lawyer, James Matthew Wright, didn’t immediately respond to a message seeking comment.

California Attorney General Rob Bonta called the decision “dangerous,” noting that firearms are used to commit more than half of all “intimate partner homicides” in the US. He said restraining orders in his state still bar possession of guns and urged residents “to utilize these life-saving tools.”

Shannon Watts, founder of Moms Demand Action, said in a statement that the 5th Circuit decision should be overturned.

“This extreme and dangerous ruling is a death sentence for women and families as domestic violence is far too often a precursor to gun violence,” Shannon said. “When someone is able to secure a restraining order, we must do everything possible to keep them and their families safe — not empower the abuser with easy access to firearms.”

Everytown for Gun Safety, which advocates gun-safety measures, is backed by Michael Bloomberg, founder and majority owner of Bloomberg LP.

The case is USA v. Rahimi, 21-11001, US Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit (New Orleans).

Link to article

It was not very popular the last time I said this and I know adding more guns to the equation isn’t gonna solve the problem, but i really really think it’s time women learn self defense, including gun training and possibly owning one.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

In other news: Local authorities are afraid of this man.

Yes, Damen is a menace to local authorities. While he is a law abiding citizen, and the property he's on IS his own. But, it's old and due for demolition of the forest and buildings on it.

Damen fights tooth and nail for this land, police aren't safe on it, nor is construction crew, so no one ever tries to take it down, or the buildings around, deeming them 'abandoned'. But, he isn't all bad.

Criminals and those on the run without a place to go (or needing somewhere for the night), they're allowed to take shelter in his buildings. Teens, disabled, remotely anyone in danger are allowed to stick around. He'll provide food, blankets, a shower: Help them a bit to either get them on a bus to the next town over, away from the danger, or safe and secure.

The only people he refuses to give this service to is drug addicts, using his place as drug houses or to throw parties. Trust me, he'll know and he'll rat out to the police (anonymously). It's one thing he hates. If they're removing and trying to get out of a bad area? That's a different story.

Ask different people, you get different responses: Authorities hate him, the homeless getting on their feet again love him, and some people (once hearing about him) call him either a menace or a 'gift from God'. Yeah, he's a mixed bag of reviews, but he's where he is now for a reason, and doesn't care what people say.

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #my art! #damen micheals

[walker-extended-universe]

Walker: Independence 1x13 "Let Him Hang" Review

Going back to the old days with this one!

This episode left my head spinning.

We start off in the Davidson Torture Barn, where Tom and Shane escape from Augustus and his law-abiding ways. Both brothers are badly hurt but Shane is was shot and he's worse off than Tom. Their horses were scared off by the gunfire so they're left to go on foot. Eventually, Shane can no longer go on and he lays on the ground. The brother's try to puzzle their way out of this. It's a bad look for the deputy to be dead and the sheriff to run off with the man that killed him.

Side note: Shane tearfully asking Tom for reassurance that he can get them out of this. That is all.

Eventually, Tom reaches the conclusion that someone has to take the fall for this. Shane understands what he means; Shane and Gus died taking each other out is the new story. That means Tom has to kill him. Tearfully, Tom raises his gun and shoots his brother. For family.

Back at Tom's cabin, Abigail has found her husband's old journal among Tom's things and has determined that he must be responsible for her husband's death after all. She follows Augustus' trail to the Torture Barn, where she finds him unconscious and bleeding out. With all her strength, she drags him out of the barn to take him to Independence.

In the morning light, Hoyt cleans the windows of the Side Step while giving Matthew advice on robbing banks. While they talk, Matthew tells Hoyt that he came out here looking for kin. Specifically, his father. Hoyt doesn't have much time to ponder what that means for him before he sees a bloody Tom Davidson rolling into town.

In the sheriff's office, Tom is cornered by both Kate and Hoyt about what happened. Tom gives them the Official Story and asks them to go fetch a doctor, or at least Kai. Neither of them believe his story, and then Abby blows him completely out of the water when she rides into town with Augustus on her horse.

Everyone goes to work. Abby clears off Tom's desk so they have a surface to patch Gus up on. Kai is called for his doctoring skills, Hoyt tries to give Gus some liquid courage, and Calian is there for his friend. None of them are ready to let Gus die.

Once they've removed the bullet and stopped the bleeding, the group steps away to let Gus rest. Tom discreetly asks Kai to let him know when Gus wakes up, before anyone else, but Kate and Abby notice something's up.

Side note: The way Kate grabs Kai's face when asking him what Tom told him ;_;

Back at Hagan's Tom starts getting ready to skip town and Kate interrupts him. He makes an excuse about looking for a "real doctor" for Gus but she doesn't buy it. Then Kate reveals that she knows exactly what the sheriff has done, including killing his own brother, and pulls her gun on him when he tries to threaten her. But Tom's in too deep to let this go easily and he goes for the knife under his desk.

Side note: Katie and Greg have so much chemistry together and it's almost a crime to have their characters hate each other so much.

Side side note: PINKERTON WANTED KATE DEAD???? WTF?????

In the sheriff's office, Abby is taking charge. She knows Tom is responsible for all of this and she's not letting him get away with it. So she tells Hoyt and Calian to block off all the exits to town and she goes for the guns on the wall. She's going to do something she should've done a long time ago: bring Tom Davidson to justice.

Back in the sheriff's office, Tom is cornered behind his desk. But he's not giving up easily. He distracts Kate with his chair, grabs his gun, then leaps off the balcony and into the middle of town. Unfortunately, he's jumped from the frying pan and into the fire as he now has Calian and Hoyt gunning for him as well as Abby and Kate. His cries for help from the citizens of Independence fall on deaf ears, even when he asks Kai. He claims that Abby and her friends are just vigilantes after him, but Abby's voice is louder as she lists all his crimes.

Side note: "It doesn't have to end this way." "I think it does." Okay I know they didn't kill him but it really seemed like they were going to here for a minute.

In the end, Gus makes the final blow that takes Tom out. Tom is then taken to a cell, where they patch him up at Abby's command. Letting him die would just be too easy.

Once he's stable, Abby asks to be left alone with him to get a confession. She wants to know exactly what he did and why. And he tells her the truth. He tells her he did it all out of loyalty to his Aunt Teresa; he owed her after she saved him from the asylum. The only order he didn't follow was killing Abby. He reveals that he knew who she was all along and had been following her and Liam for days before Liam was killed. He also explains that he left her alive on purpose and just framed it so that no one else would realize.

Abby is shocked and horrified to hear all this, but its' everything she needs to know. Tom is guilty, that much she is sure of. She just needs him to confess. There's no other way to ensure he sees justice.

Side note: The way Tom says he "took her in" and gave her purpose in the exact same phrasing as how his Aunt got him out of the asylum as the reason for why Abby should be on his side really says a lot about how his fucked up family warped his idea of what love is. There's a meta about that incoming don't you worry.

After getting Tom's confession, Abby hands it off to Gus and takes a few moments alone. We also get assurance that Hoyt is not Matthew's father.

Some time later, the Texas Rangers arrive to pick Tom up for trial in Austin. Before he leaves, everyone has their piece to say to him, including Abby. Everyone in town is looking forward to Tom being brought to justice. How the mighty have fallen.

Or so it seems, as Kate sees the telegraph operator painting a notice on a wall that announces a $10,000 reward for whoever frees Tom. Kate is furious with him, even when he reveals that he only did it because his family was threatened, and rushes off to tell the others.

The gang chases after Tom's stagecoach on horseback; they hope to get to him before anyone else does.

Unfortunately, they're too late. There's a man inside Tom's stagecoach with a circle tattoo on his hand. Tom mentions he killed a man with the same tattoo and gets the butt of a shotgun to the head for his troubles.

By the time the gang catches up with him, the stagecoach is down and Tom is gone.

Back in town, everyone is gathered to have a party for Gus as the new sheriff. Everyone but Augustus is in attendance as they celebrate their victory over the evil Davidsons and their newfound friendships.

Later, Calian and Gus meet on their ridge. Calian tells Gus that the new chief of his tribe is still angling for war with the railroad. And, unfortunately, they no longer have allies in Independence that can help. The railroad will come one way or another and they need to be ready.

After the party, Abby and Hoyt walk through the dark street of Independence. Hoyt tells Abby about his little mixup with Matthew and reveals he wouldn't be opposed to being a father. He doesn't feel the urge to run away from Independence anymore. He's just not sure about Lucia. Then Matthew shows up and awkwardly flirts with Abby, after which Hoyt notices some cash missing from his pocket. Unfortunately, he's got the wrong culprit in mind as it turns out Abby picked his pocket, not his protegee.

Side note: Can the WIndy writers stop killing my Hoyt/Lucia dreams? Please?

Back at Hagan's, Kate is going over some documents and Kai brings over the bottle of fine hootch she left at his restaurant. As they finish the bottle, Kate tells Kai that Hagan ensured she would get the hotel if anything happened to Tom. The place is hers now. And she'd like him to be her business partner. Kai graciously accepts and all is right with the world.

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the Texas plains, Tom sits by a fire and is approached by a man on horseback. The man comes closer to his fire, revealing a circle tattoo on his hand as he hands Tom a pen. Tom takes it and greets the man, indentifying him as his father.

And with that, the season finale of Walker: Independence comes to a close.

This one sure was a wild ride. I'm not sure what I expected out of this episode but I wasn't expecting what we got. It was both not what I expected and everything I hoped it would be. Everyone in the main cast lives. Abby got her justice (or at least tried to). Kate and Kai are friends again. We have more Davidson drama on the horizon. Everything is as it should be (for now).

This show needs to get renewed. There's too much goodness here to pass up.

#walker: independence #walker: independence spoilers #walker: independence review #s01e13 #let him hang

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Salt Lake Tribune

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Putting More Guns in the Wrong Hands  ::  Joyce Vance

First the Supreme Court decided Heller, a case that extended the Second Amendment notion of well-armed militias to permit Americans to possess virtually any kind of firearm that wasn’t fully automatic or short-barreled in their home, under a self-defense rationale. Then came last term’s decision in Bruen, a New York case, that struck down what it decided were unreasonable limitations on public possession of firearms. So we knew it was only a matter of time until a court took it even further. After all, over the years the NRA has advocated for the right of blind people to carry firearms, and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF), the only federal agency tasked with oversight of the gun industry, is so notoriously underfunded by Congress that it cannot fully perform that role.

This week the 5th Circuit entered the fray, ruling that the domestic violence provision of 18 U.S.C. 922(g) contradicts the nation’s “historical tradition” of access to firearms even for people who aren’t “model citizens.” The three-judge panel (two Trump appointees and one Reagan appointee, for those who are counting) held that the statute is unconstitutional because it gives too much power to Congress to determine who qualifies as “law-abiding, responsible citizens” when it comes to gun ownership.

The court worried about who might lose their right to possess firearms if they permitted the prohibition against people with a demonstrated propensity towards violence against their partners to stay on the books: “Could speeders be stripped of their right to keep and bear arms? Political nonconformists? People who do not recycle or drive an electric vehicle?”

The court vacated the conviction of the Texan man Zackey Rahimi, who pleaded guilty to having a pistol in his home following the issuance of a civil domestic-violence restraining order for assaulting his former girlfriend. Texas, which we know denies women abortion access to protect the lives of unborn fetuses, apparently thinks it’s acceptable to risk that same woman’s life at the hands of a man with a firearm who has already shown a willingness to do violence to her. The court wrote that “Rahimi, while hardly a model citizen, is nonetheless part of the political community entitled to the Second Amendment’s guarantees, all other things equal.”

The 5th Circuit contorted itself to ignore the use of language like “law-abiding citizen” that prior cases have used to determine the reach of Second Amendment rights. And while the decision is limited to the 8th subsection of the statute, which we started out with above, there is little reason to believe litigants won’t proceed to challenge other parts of the statute.

And none of this is theoretical. Prosecutions for possession of firearms by disqualified persons have risen steadily over the years. The most recent numbers available from the U.S. Sentencing Commission show that in 2021, there were 7,454 offenders convicted under 18 U.S.C. 922(g). That was an increase from 6,032 offenders in fiscal year 2017. Illegal firearms possession cases are also significant as a percentage of DOJ’s total criminal docket. For instance, in fiscal year 2016, there were 5,391 offenders convicted under 18 U.S.C. 922(g), accounting for 8% of all offenders sentenced in federal court.

DOJ has already announced it will appeal the Rahimi decision in a statement from Attorney General Garland: “Nearly 30 years ago, Congress determined that a person who is subject to a court order that restrains him or her from threatening an intimate partner or child cannot lawfully possess a firearm. Whether analyzed through the lens of Supreme Court precedent, or of the text, history, and tradition of the Second Amendment, that statute is constitutional. Accordingly, the Department will seek further review of the Fifth Circuit’s contrary decision.”

What should we expect the Supreme Court to do? In a 2019 case, Rehaif, the Court considered whether the government had to prove a defendant was aware they had the status that made it a crime for them to possess a firearm (in that case, that they were not legally in the United States). The Court ruled that the government did, without in any way suggesting that the statute itself was unconstitutional. However, this Court has been less mindful of precedent than the Court has been at any other point in our lifetimes. Given its recent trajectory on firearms and Second Amendment issues, it’s hard to feel optimistic that all of the public-safety-based restrictions on firearms ownership in 922(g) will survive.

We’re in this together,

Joyce

#Joyce Vance #gun violence #gun madness #Opus Dei SCOTUS #Corrupt SCOTUS #Rule of Law #DOJ

[beardedmrbean]

“Give us back our horny”

Submitted by @officialfist

I expected legal challenges, you want them actually because they can be used to shore up the defenses as they say. Close the gaps that may have been left on accident. _______________________

BATON ROUGE, La. (WAFB) - The Free Speech Coalition is just one of many taking aim at a Louisiana law that went into effect last year.

It requires age verification for certain websites that consists of at least 30% adult content, like porn. The law’s intent is to keep minors off these sights, as the material continues to intensify on an annual basis.

“We’re not opposed at all to efforts to limit minors from accessing adult material, it’s called adult material for a reason. But the problem we have with these laws are they’re not only unconstitutional but they’re ineffective and dangerous,” said Director of Public Affairs for the group, Mike Stabile.

Stabile says the law’s vagueness makes it difficult for websites to abide by the standard to which the law holds them. Adding the 30% threshold these sites are held to is not specific enough on the type of content it’s referring to.

“We don’t know how that’s calculated. Is it the number of posts, the number of pages, the volume of data...I think what you see in this law and the other copycat laws you see in other states is that they’re the product of magical thinking,” Stabile added.

Stabile says instead of trying to legislate how sites should verify age and requiring citizens to subject themselves to potentially having their personal information and web browsing history exposed, the state should take the approach of a device-level filter.

“Fewer than 20% of parents include any type of filter on their kids’ devices. And what the supreme court has said in case after case is that so long as those filters exist, as long as a less restrictive method that doesn’t endanger people’s privacy that doesn’t limit their access to first amendment protected speech exists, these government filters and mandates are unconstitutional,” Stabile explained.

The lawmaker behind this, state Rep. Laurie Schlegel defended her bill in messages to us Tuesday by saying the law was thoroughly crafted and does not infringe on anyone’s rights. She also managed to pass another law this year allowing the Attorney General to fine adult sites up to $5000 for every day they fail to comply with state law.

“This is a law that is going to cost Louisiana taxpayers half a million dollars or more to defend. And at the end of the day, the Supreme Court has ruled on this many times. The government does not have a right to unreasonably limit access to otherwise legally protected first amendment speech,” Stabile continued.

The Attorney General’s office says their office is reviewing the filing and withheld any further comment. ______________________

30% eh, reddit and twitter might be in trouble here too then.

Adult content, that is kinda vague. I'd argue the IRS website is adult content, but well see how this goes for them.

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Duma Speaker Vyacheslav Volodin wrote on Telegram that Russians who are on the military register during mobilization are forbidden to leave their place of residence without the permission of the military commissariat.

Volodin noted that one of the frequent questions that that has come up since the announcement of mobilization concerns citizens on the military register who leave the Russian Federation. According to the Duma speaker, the available information “gives explanations on this matter that often contradict each other.”

“I note that according to 31-FZ ‘On mobilization preparation and mobilization in the Russian Federation,’ from the moment mobilization is announced, citizens registered in the military registry are forbidden from leaving their place of residence without permission of military commissariat (article 21). This legal norm exists and all persons liable for military service must abide by it,” wrote Volodin.

After the announcement of mobilization in Russia, there were reports that men covered by the draft were not allowed to leave the country by border guards, explaining it was due to the law on mobilization.

The Russian Ministry of Defense explained that mobilization does not impose restrictions on the movement of citizens of the country. In response to the question whether men of conscription age can travel outside their region of residence and abroad, the portal “Объясняем.рф (explain.rf)“ launched by the government, also noted that under the conditions of “partial mobilization,” there are no restrictions on movement.

As "Meduza" wrote earlier, in accordance with Article 21 of the law "On mobilization training and mobilization," reservists may indeed be prevented from leaving Russia, but only after receiving a summons.

Lawyers also believe that the law does not provide for restricting foreign travel during mobilization. Pavel Chikov, head of the Agora human rights organization, published a review of legal norms related to mobilization and restrictions on citizens' movement, including the article to which Volodin referred. He concluded that a Russian citizen's right to leave the Russian Federation may be restricted only in cases provided for by Article 15 of the law "On the procedure for exit from the Russian Federation and entry into the Russian Federation. In particular, this document provides for a ban on departure of those who have already been called up for military service. As Chikov noted, the decision on conscription can be made after a medical examination at the military registration and enlistment office.

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