#anti jailbird

[powertaco]

I have a challenge for you (you can pass this on to any person you want). You have to sacrifice one character from RWBY to make a ship you want canon (any ship, but the characters stay the same age) Who are you sacrificing, and what ship are you making canon? (For me, it’s Jaune and Whiterose)

I see the anti DWR stipulation but answer anyway lol.

The uncontroversial answer since you didn't for the most I would go, is cardin for whiterose

I sincerely do not dislike jaune in canon save for the excess screen time he receives when it needs to go to the main cast.

I despise the harem chad jaune fandom likes to pretend he is where they try to pair him with people like coco or ilia who are canon lesbians.

Honestly, he and Jessica should get to be happy and like run a restaurant, and clinic while they help guard the town they're a part of as huntsman.

I do enjoy dunking on early jaune who didn't take no for an answer and snuck into beacon and put people at risk. Plus jnpr dunk on jaune all the time so it's basically canon.

And then the rest of CDRL for Jailbirds, Crosshares, and Knightlight probably. Actually making cinwin somehow canon would be kinda hilarious ngl.

#rwby #asks #whiterose #taco attempts to answer a question

[shiftersandspacebirds]

The Jailbird’s Guide to Making Friends (Part 1)

A collaboration I did with Badger, who owns Talon. On the website this was posted to, NVCPD was the local police force, and anti-meta cuffs basically stopped any supernatural or magical abilities, which is why Gold was unable to shift. Read part 2 here.

Script, thumbs, and inks by me.

Pencils, colours, and lettering by Badger.

Originally posted 11th October 2021.

#cw: ableist slur #gold #talon #comic #shapeshifter #jail #my art

[davidkeane17]

100 Cartoon Villains Of All Time

The Evil Queen Skeletor Scar Shredder Joker Jafar Ursula Cruella De Vil Gaston Mr Burns Plankton Elmer Fudd Maleficent Shan Yu Lex Luthor Hades Queen Of Hearts Magneto Claude Frollo Captain Hook Lady Tremaine Riddler Venom Sideshow Bob Mojo JoJo Him Chernabog Marvin the Martian Zira Sid Doctor Facilier Zim Vector Jessie And James Yzma Shredder 2012 Lots-o'-Huggin Bear Hans Angelica Kingpin Prowder Madam Mim Gothel Drizella Doctor Doofenshmirtz Doctor Doom Feathers McGraw Vegeta Doctor Octopus El Macho Tai Lung Smee Lord Shen Kai Anastasia Bill Cypher Ice King Slade Wilson The Lich Bane Cound Dooku Yellow Diamond Vitani Screenslaver Queen Beryl Ratigan Shenzi, Banzai & Ed Ra's Al Ghul Riddler Taskmaster Cell Light Yagami Fire Lord Ozai Darth Vader Maul Cad Bane Yosemite Sam Loki Frieza Eric Cartman The Giant Chicken Lust Rize Kamlshlro Scott Tenorman Trigon Azula Terrence Syndrome Princess Morbucks Green Goblin Will E. Ckyote Lord Farquaad Mongol Penguin Harley Quinn Poison Ivy Catwoman Vandal Savage Skullmaster Joker 2010 Riddler 2004 Sabretooth Lady Deathstroke Omega Red Deadpool Black Manta Ultron Modok Man Ray Cthulhu Stewie Griffin Ren Dr Lorre Grand Inquisitor Deadshot Charles Muntz Fairy Godmother Randall Boggs Mr Freeze Electro Ernesto De La Cruz Emperor Zurg The Father Mandark Kang And Kodos Thanos Skrulls Red Skull Baron Zemo Galactus Kraven Krang Kang The Conqueror Enchantress Mystique Magneto Yost Universe Sinister Six Red X Injustice League Kuvira Woodland Critters Delightful Children Viper Snowball Boggis, Bunce & Bean Rasputin Mom Robot Devil Jenner Doomsday Red Hood Hexxus Soto Vexus Sakharine Apocalypse Blackfire The Brain Brother Blood Robot Santa Larr Fat Tony Springfield Mafia Professor Chaos Sedusa Evil Morty Galactic Empire Galactic Federation Clayton Darth Sidious Queen La Hive Five Brotherhood Of Evil Gideon Blendin Blandin Masters Of Evil Juggernaut Abomination Giffany Frank Grimes Mister Ruckus Sir Crocodile The Major Envy Nagato Uzumakl Yohan Liebert DIO Alzen Vicious Uncle Ruckus Colonel H. Stinkmeaner Tom Cruise Barbra Streisand Krombopulos Michael Tammy Guetermann Lucius Needful Council Of Ricks Diane Simmons James Woods Evil Stewie Snake Jailbird Hank Scorpio Black Cat Count Vertigo Asajj Ventress The Monarch Phantom Limb The Son Barriss Offee Embo Bossk Savage Opress Darth Bane Inquisitorius Thrawn Van Kleiss Tiger Claw Bebop & Rocksteady Cheshire Suicide Squad Killer Croc Victor Quartermaine Winter Soldier The Hunter Black Cat Stinky Pet Darla Sherman Mad Mod Control Freak Terra Mumbo Fabrication Machine Klarion The Witch Boy Granny Goodness Sportsmaster Queen Bee Lobo Ocean Master Icicle Atomic Skull Black Beatle Prison Berry Duchess Nemesis Bendy Amoeba Boys Lenny Baxter Gangreen Gang Rowdyruff Boys Inque Shriek Blight Talia al Ghul Yubaba Lady Eboshi Colonel Muska Kushana Lord Darkar Valtor Trix Sebastian Saga Terrence Lewis Helga Von Guggen Nelson Muntz Terwilliger Family Shredder 2003 Grand Admiral Tarkin Carter Pewterschmidt Bertram Stickybeard Mr Boss Knightbrace Rob Miss Simian Zach Watterson Beatrice Horseman Doodlebob Bubble Bass Dennis Flying Dutchman Flats The Flounder Dirty Bubble Tattletale Strangler Saddam Hussein The Devil Scott The Dick Crab People Manbearpig Bill Donohue Trent Beyett Super Skrull Hydra Amos Slade The Bear Kent Mansley Rothbart Darla Dimple Dave The Octopus Makunga Squilliam Fancyson Hobgoblin Gabby Gabby Sabor Olivia Octopus Black Mask Parasite Clayface Killer Frost Bizarro Shade Giganta Sinestro Anti Monitor Atrocitus Larfleeze Ultra Humanite The Leader Annihilus Mole Man Red Ghost Frightful Four Terrax Klaw Maximus Ronan The Accuser Captain Boomerang Professor Zoom The Rogues Captain Cold Livewire Silver Banchee Aurra Sing Nightsisters Mother Talzin Pre Vizsla Death Watch Gar Saxon Jabba The Hutt Roberto Nudar Zapp Brannigan Walt. Larry And Igner Richard Nixon Donbot Flexo

#cartoon villains

[kevrocksicehouse]

Jailhouse Rock. 

D: Richard Thorpe (1957). 

Elvis Presley isn’t playing himself in Jailhouse Rock, but he is playing Elvis. As Vince Everett, a recently sprung jailbird (killed a man defending a barfly’s honor) trying to start a singing career, he's brash, egotistical punk with insane ambition and a hair-trigger temper that can erupt into violence at any time. It’s one of the few times in movies that he touches on the undercurrent of danger that turned him into a phenomenon and that everyone around him (including himself) tried to buffer out. We see him smash a guitar to shut up a heckler, shut down a dinner party of unctuous jazz fans who were boring him (and us), force himself onto Peggy (Judy Tyler) his in-it-for-love partner/manager (“Did you think those cheap tactics would work on me?” “Them ain’t tactics honey, it’s just the beast in me.”) and slap around a record executive who cheated him. And because this is Hollywood, we see him saved by the love of a good woman and sing her a love ballad (“Young and Beautiful”) for the fade out.

It’s a formula ending in a formula movie but Elvis makes it work (his anti-heel turn is unconvincing in character) And he does two numbers (written by the legendary Jerry Lieber and Mike Stoller) that defined him on film. The title song (choreographed by Presley) is given a full MGM musical treatment that highlights Elvis’s dancing, which combines the song’s hipster energy with a lassitude that suggests a prison punk, altogether appropriate in the first number-one song to suggest prison sex. And when he sings “(You’re So Square) Baby I Don’t Care” to entertain party guests, there’s a looseness to his moves that showcases the good-natured charmer that would take over the many cheap and inconsequential films he’d crank out for the bulk of the Sixties. Here, he makes it work and makes square-ness seem like the most happening thing around. To turn around a backhanded compliment Vince gives a vapid starlet, he looks Flippy. Real Flippy.

The 65-year anniversary showing of Jailhouse Rock will be aired on TMC later this month

#jailhouse rock #elvis presley #richard thorpe #review #kevrock

[kitkatopinions]

I love how people will defend crwby when they give jackshit about rep and their fans. Like with clover (i know they didnt make it official but just look at eddies stupid tweet). They fucked up, it was queerbaiting, so the best course of action is to imply that harriet had feelings for clover and bad mouth the dead man. They could have just say "everyone of us was acting stupid and he died" nooo clover wouldnt leave qrow alone and robyn says later that clover is the lesser huntsmen. They could just say "hey clover was like a brother to harriet, she was his second in command, this hurts her very much" nooo clover was important for harriet, you know important. How does that even fit? They didnt have the balls to stand to their mistake and write about it, so they just twisted and turned so they could ignore what they wrote the last volume. Brilliant (and yes i will forever be bitter that qrow doesnt take responsibility for causing clovers death and just whines about his semblance)

Honestly, the way that Qrow/Clover was handled is a big blight on the company in my opinion. There's a great blog called @fairgame-was-queerbait where you can see lots of information about why Clover and Qrow was one hundred percent queerbaiting, and people are right to be mad about it.

The way that the writers really spent their time pointing fingers instead of actually admitting that they messed up... And the way that members of the fandom have been refusing to recognize it as queerbaiting, BYG, or problematic has also been staggering. This was something that deeply hurt LGBTQ+ RWBY fans, especially mlm that weren't otherwise represented. Eddy Rivas has apologized for the hurt fans went through, but not in a way that recognized that the hurt had been a direct result of their actions. And whether that action was directly intentionally contributing as a writer or just not checking the animation and marketing or letting the show go as is despite seeing it and knowing how it'd be taken, or never telling people not to get their hopes up and that the ship was not intended despite knowing that it was quickly becoming one of the more popular RWBY ships is besides the point.

Fans have been quick to say that obviously FG was unintentional and that Clover couldn't have been meant to be read as gay because "the writers would never do that," while ignoring Miles Luna's discussions regarding Pilot Boi. He had been told about how Bury Your Gays was a very harmful trope and therefore decided not to include Pilot Boi being gay, but then 'was kicking himself' over not doing it anyway because Pilot Boi was popular. The fact that these fans are so delusional to believe that the writers would never do something, when they literally expressed that they wished they'd done it. Why is it so hard to believe that the writers would cross that line with Clover when one of them openly regretted not crossing that line earlier?

(Although as a side note, I wouldn't necessarily go so far as to say that Qrow 'caused' the death of Clover. Everybody lost braincells there in that fight and he definitely wasn't without sin and I for sure think he ought to have been guilty and taken responsibility for having broken Clover's aura, plus letting the blame fall to the guy who was literally fecking murdered was terrible. But Qrow didn't cause Tyrian to kill Clover, and he didn't cause Robyn to start up the fight in the first place when he and Clover were both being fairly peaceable at first.)

But! The way that RWBY said 'let's drag Clover after his death, imply things about his character that we never showed to be true, and have Robyn of all people say Qrow's just better than him.' Also, if Qrow really freaking cared about Clover in the show enough to keep that pin (that by all rights should've gone to the Ace Ops,) maybe he could tell Robyn to keep Clover's name out of her thin mouth, and be actually angry that she started the whole damn fight in the fricking first place. Honestly, I didn't like Clover at first and I don't ship Fair Game, but God almighty, the frustration I've felt watching the fandom start harassing people who liked him or the people that are mad about queerbaiting... Now I do like the idea of Clover and enjoy writing for him, and it's actually because of all the haters. So congrats to the RWBY simps, they've turned me into a Clover fan.

And if Qrow ends up with Robyn, I will... Post angrily about it. Using caps lock. After I finish vomiting over having to see it.

Here's the link to fairgame-was-queerbait again, I'd recommend anyone who wants to see the tweets and the screenshots check it out, I was so glad to find their blog and be able to see all this stuff for myself. It's honestly staggering that people are denying that there was queerbaiting, and saying that fans just 'invented this ship in their heads' or have no right to be upset. BTW, nobody better try that invalidating stuff in my comments. I'll block on sight.

#rwde #anti rwby #rwby hate #rwby bashing #anti mkek #anti rooster teeth #anti jailbird #anti qrow x robyn #anti robyn x qrow #anti robyn hill #some minor but not a lot of #anti qrow branwen

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“The Indian Was Freed,” Daily British Whig (Kingston). July 12, 1911. Page 02. ---- NO EVIDENCE OF WRONGDOING COULD BE FOUND ---- Against the Kingston Mills Redman - Luisa Macdonald Went to Live With Him of Her Own Accord - She Will be Found a Home ----- George Jeffrey, the Kingston Mills Indian, arrested on Sunday, on a charge of willfully enticing away and holding Louisa Macdonald, a simple-minded girl, who lived with a farmer at the Mills, was found not guilty, on Wednesday morning, by Judge Price, and released. The girl, who is fully twenty years of age, was ordered to be cared for in the meantime at the Home for Friendless Women and Children, until it is decided just where to place her.

In the evidence it was shown that the girl had left of her own accord to live with the Indians, who had not enticed her. The redman stated that he had seen forty-eight summers, but the opinion of the lawyers was that he must have seen over sixty winters, as one who knew him stated that he had worked on the old steamer Pierrepont forty years ago, as fireman.

A marriage between the couple was suggested by G. H. Hunter, J. P., who held the preliminary hearing, but to this the judge and the prosecuting counsel, T. J. Rigney, would not consent, as the Indian is a released convict and the girl somewhat simple minded. The redman and the girl are quite infatuated with each other, it was shown.

#kingston ontario #kingston mills #rideau canal #kidnapping #false accusation #court house #miscegenation #racist fantasies #racism in canada #anti-indigenous racism #patriarchal authority #first nations #indigenous people #feeble minded #kingston penitentiary #ex-convict #jailbird #rural canada #rural crime #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[clockpins]

The Broken Heart’s looking less broken in a few days than he imagines it to. Naturally, Andrey doesn’t get swept up into his gang, but finds himself pulling up with little Kain’s thousand pups. Despite his thesis being very anti-hands on, none of the kids in little skirts and socks has a lot of lifting power. He ends up staying late, his dress shirt rolled up to the elbow, legs hanging off of one of the rafters while he’s working on hanging a new curtain for the stage.

The boss comes at odd hours too- he’s always kept a weird schedule. Just in time too for him to hang up the paintings of the nude women. 

Stamatins were a special brand of fucking weird. He bites his lip and whistles shrilly through his teeth at Andrey Stamatin, creeping along the rafters and the ceiling.

“Look at you changing colors like a fighting fish- Got that jailbird’s number, did you? Perfect colors for you, hoss. Like dressing a big Capitol pittie up in a spring coat.”

He cranes his neck to look at him, “Woof, woof.”

@bonefoundation

#bonefoundation #I'm gonna make you hate me

[chrwoohyun]

oof i’m late as hell but hi this is jem (she/they, 21+) and my idiot sandwich ex-jailbird son shin woohyun. like this to plot and keep on reading for some possible connections!

only kid practically raised by his grandpa bc mom and dad couldn’t be assed to take him along with their travels and commitments (they’re renowned creatives or wtv) 

u’d think there’d be festering mommy daddy issues pero at that time everyone was telling him he should be grateful that the old man was taking care of him so he kept those feelings to himself /: 

grandpa owned a bougie artisanal tea farm in boseong and that’s where he’s been for most of his childhood. a country boy at heart! 

starts playing baseball for fun and next thing u know he’s actually pretty good enough to start doing little league and get a partial athletic scholarship at hannam

moves to seoul, gets a growth spurt and starts looking cute and knows it 

girlies at school know it too and next thing you know he’s just the local sweet lowkey dumb boytoy jock that seems to have a rep for serial dating (only here’s the thing: he’s the one that got dumped constantly, and he’d never been the sort to really initiate these rels in the first place) 

about to get drafted into the kbo until someone called the cops about a party where people were using drug$ (only weed tho) and without really thinking abt his own consequences he takes the fall for a drug possession charge for a bestie 

prisoner life for 5 years, and he’s out finally. been about 6 months and it’s been...a lot

that time is filled with the few visits from friends, even fewer visits from the parents who just give him the Disappointed™ look every time, and (tw: death) grandpa passing away 2 days before his release date. at least he learned to woodwork a bit i guess? 

frankly among the general sphere of hannam kids and co he pretty much poofed, so i imagine if there’s any rumors it’s about where he’s been at

now working at a custom furniture design shop as a carpenter’s apprentice and building cool stuff and trying his best to reassimilate into civilian life again and keeping as low of a profile as possible

looking for established connections (can be close or distant) with class of 2014 mates, the asshole who inadvertently ruined hyun’s life, the past heartbreakers (limiting this to like...2 1 ), fellow rocks for brains jocks, rocks for brains jock-antis, a past relationship that was a lot of sneaking around because dad didn’t approve but it was super cute  💔 while it lasted (really this is just an excuse to reenact that window scene from never have i ever iykyk), (because i want pain) a plot totally ripped off from this,  people that recognize him in spite of all the time that has passed. and yeah. open to any and all, premade and new, ideas if yall got any to throw into the mix! 

#chrintro #( ooc. )

[gemtail]

I like how people, particularly anti-shippers, try to say jailbirds is a ‘sad guy that falls in love with woman that helps him trope’ but.... It doesn’t have an actual in-canon trope. They barely even know each other. They have no romantic chemistry at all at the moment. The ‘trope’ is just all fanfiction. People can have fun with their ships and write fanfics, that’s just part of being a fan. But, as far as canon goes, it doesn’t actually fit any sort of romantic trope because it’s not romantic at the moment. I’m looking forward to seeing how Qrow and Robyn’s dynamic gets explored though.

#rwby #jailbirds #qrow branwen #robyn hill #ship

[fandomele]

because I saw a gifset with a wonderful addition that points out how Emma only interfered in season 1 between Regina and Henry when she had reasons to believe Regina was abusive, she didn’t get there to steal Henry away - it’s literally canon that she wanted to drop him off and go home (I’m not going to mention the user simply because I’m going to tag this and I don’t want to get them in the spotlight without permission)  And this is properly tagged with anti so if you read it it’s your own choice

I just wanted to add: 

let's not forget that at first Emma was just checking that Henry was okay for a couple of days after Regina’s ‘of course I love him’ didn’t sound true (and even if they retconned it in later seasons it was actually a plot point, in s1, that the curse will leave an empty void in her heart that couldn’t be filled and she wouldn’t be able to really love Henry), Emma didn't mean to stay long, and Regina's creepy, unnecessarily threatening behavior in the next days convinced her to stay longer (don’t tell me all adoptive moms would act that way, Regina was written and played as visibly unhealthy and one has to check if someone is fit to be a parent, biological or adoptive, before abandoning a kid with them after the kid has expressed that kind of pain and the parent is acting weird as hell about it). Regina proceeded on doing more repulsive things (such as trying to destroy Henry's faith in Emma by making him hear Emma talk about his “fairy tales” as something that only existed in his head right when Henry could hear it, and sitting there, all smug and pleased that she had just broken Henry’s heart because then he wouldn’t want Emma anymore. Just an example), not to mention how she played dirty as the Mayor of the town, using her power to create problems and never have to be called out on it, and there was no one to report this to, which was even more reason for Emma to stay. Not to mention how she kept showing herself as more and more unstable, in the dangerous sort of way.

And then Regina framed Mary Margaret for a murdered/kidnapping she was behind, and Emma knew this, and knew everyone in town was under her control at least as a Major, mob style; even if Emma hadn't been related in the slightest to Henry taking him away from Regina was the least she could fight for, too bad that, again, no authorities would have intervened and her hands were tied.  And that is when the kidnapping happened.

Sure, kidnapping was a 'bad move' but on the other hand I think the curse had something to do with Emma instinctively not wanting to bring in authorities from other places, as well as the fact that she was a former jailbird, with no real connections nor a real home, and she'd hardly have the power to convince Boston's police department to come to another city, away from their jurisdiction, to investigate a woman in power who could easily claim Emma was a crazy birth-mother trying to steal her son away.  A son Regina in any case couldn’t have adopted through legal means, because if a real background check could happen Regina would have been in prison for the rest of her life.

Personally, I find Cora abusive, a lot, because killing your daughter’s boyfriend in front of her as a lesson and a punishment, since you decided she has to marry a king, and later on stopping her from running away by using magic to physically restrain her? Being okay with your daughter being broken inside as long as she behaves right? Seeing her daughter as a property? Horrible. Would take the daughter from her. Which also means Regina, trying to kill Henry’s other mother, whom he loves so much, to keep him where she wanted (after killing other people), stopping him from running away by using magic to physically restrain him, being okay with her son being broken inside (wanting Archie to destroy his ‘delusions’ and so on) as long as he behaves right? Seeing her son as a property? Horrible. Would take the son from her.

And that’s not even mentioning the perfect example of parenting after the curse is broken that has Regina tell her son she will kill everyone he loves and everyone else he knows too and take him away, then wipe his memory after causing that kind of horror in him, so he won’t be able to tell anyone.  Regina should have never been allowed to be anywhere near Henry again, unless Henry, once of age, felt it’d be safe to visit her (in prison?). Except of course that if that had happened, Regina would have felt she had no reason to do good and would have tried to kill everyone until being killed herself. And don’t tell me she’d have tried to redeem herself because she has realized the error in her ways because that didn’t even happen in canon after trying to be good for a few years, see the speech she gives Emma after Robin is dead and Killian is back. 

#anti regina mills #anti regal believer #emma swan #anti swan queen #anti cora mills

[scumbagsblog]

TEXTS FROM DARK AND ANTI: Part 102

In which Anti finally gets that last punch to his Frequent Jailbird Punchcard and gets a free trip to Smoothie King

Read the entire series here!

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #darkiplier #antisepticeye #illinois #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #illinois ahwm #texts from dark and anti

[reverseblackholeofwords]

Anti could feel the static welling up in his brain. A spring winding tighter and tighter. “̸̙̓̆̈́̆͘F̶͚̰͇̰͆̈́̿̒̚͜u̵̢͓͙̪͒͌́ć̶̨͔̺̜̱͓̉͗͆k̵̢̦͇̪̻̑̓̈i̶̙̳̣̖͇̱̬̩͛̑̔̏̋̈̓͝͝ṉ̸̬̯̘̼͔́g̶̝̗̖̠̰̼̭̽̌͐̅̔̿͘ ̷͙̭̝̘̓̍̆̇̀c̷̤̯͇̺̪͂̐̚͠͝i̵̠͋ͅr̶̦̹͎̬̦̦̓́̚č̶̡̛͙̍̀̐͂͐̕ľ̷̢̦̜̰̙̜̫̭̀̋̀ē̸͖̞͒̀̕ș̵̼̞̦̞̰͉͇̹̇͐!̵̪͖̦̯̺͐"̷̢̲̜̙̣̰͈͇̯̎ Anti flinches as the words leave his mouth, a harkening back to a time where he broke his brothers’ bones and crushed their spirits. He glitches and he’s suddenly in the basement where cells are. Like changing a channel on a television. He twitches, he’d been avoiding this place, too afraid he’d see Author, but he needs to be here now. He doesn’t know if he’ll snap, doesn’t trust himself to get up to his room and grab a vial of his medicine without hurting someone. It was better he stayed in a cell, the cell Ollie once let slip existed, in case he snapped.

That’s where he ran, not trusting himself to glitch again, holding them back like a cracking dam. Speeding to the cell and tapping the control panel on the side so that the airlock door opened and the shut behind him. The EMPs buzzing to life, cutting his glitching off like flipping a switch. He barrels into a corner and tucks his head between his knees. A single light blinking weakly above his head, cold floor, glass walls, so everyone could see, e̶͖̮͉̙̫͖͍͒̊̊͂͗̊̏͝v̴̟̪̬̪̙̏̔͂͘̚͘e̸̙̱͕̞̚r̸̩̜̟͋͛̊̐́̐͛͝ỹ̸̖͇̫̠̐̔̈̅͒͌ơ̵͓̙̫̬̰͂̈́͑́̔̍n̵̗̲͊̈́́́͗́̆̅͝ē̷̡̧̢͓̲̝̳̠̊ ̶̡͉̯̜̪͇̉̅̄̓̋͑́̀͜c̴͙͈̲͚̳̃̈̾̽̐̅̔̉͠ȏ̸̧̫͖̦̣̰̬̱͇u̸̘͑̆͗̏͝l̸̩̜̼͚͈̮͙̃̕d̵̤̭̏̿̅̒́͑̆͌̚͜ ̴̨̩̙͙̭͍͍̰͍̾̊̃́͛s̸̡̮̺͇͍̠͎̻͌̾̂͂͒̕ͅe̸͇̦͙͔̬̍ȩ̴̧͇̙̝̞̂̑ ̵̠̩̥͚̼̾t̸̗̰̽̆̃̌͜ḣ̷̹͔̙̱̠͈͚̳͋̒̃͂̉̚͠ḙ̵̻̺̮̘̰̜̰̏̃̂ͅ ̸̦͚̺͚̂̈ͅm̸̧̛̪̦͚̯̯̓̈́ò̵͖̔͂̊̿͠͠n̸͈͒̇̔̈́̾̆͐͝͝s̸̨̙͚͗̎̌̒͜t̴̢͂͗ë̴̢̯́̃̈̈́͑̇͘͘r̴͙̫̞̠͇̀͂̈͛!̸̡̘͙͔̘̖̱̈́͛̐

"Whose there?”

Anti’s head snaps up and looks in the direction of Yancy’s voice. He tenses, he’d run into Yancy less than a handful of times, and he was mostly sane during those times. He wasn’t really ready for Yancy to see him like this. “Go away, Yancy,” he growls lowly.

“Anti?” The jailbird doesn’t listen, of course, he doesn’t. Yancy steps closer cautiously so that Anti can see him if he peaks through his bangs, trussed in front of his face. “What’re youse doin’ down here fer?” There’s no judgment in his voice, his head tilted in confusion and the puppy dog eyes that the softer Ipliers all seem to have.

“I-i-” Anti shakes his head, turning his eyes to the wall next to him. He doesn’t want to be the one to explain it, he doesn’t want to be the one to watch the concern turn to fear as Yancy hears of what he’s done. He sighs and buries his head back in his knees. “I need to be in here, cause I’m dangerous,” he makes sure his voice is loud enough for Yancy to hear. “Sometimes ’m close to snapping, and I need to be in here cause I’ll hurt someone if ’m not.”

“Oh,” Yancy sits down in front of the cell. 

“Just need'a stay in here,” Anti mumbles. “When I calm down someone can give me some serum and I can leave.”

“Well….” Yancy shifts himself so hes a little more comfortable. “Can I keep youse company until that happens and I can make sure someone lets youse out?”

Anti looks up and Yancy gives him a small smile. As far as company goes, Yancy wasn’t the worst, and Anti didn’t want to be alone. “Okay….” he whispers softly.

Yancy grins, bouncing from his spot eye level with Anti and scoots closer, “do youse wanna hear about the time the warder let us put on a circus and I juggled knives?”

(I tried, also my docs folder recognizes “Ipliers” as a word :D Feel better soon, come back when you’re ready)

Submitted by: @just-ignore-myrandom

Chaotic Angsty meets Chaotic Dumb like an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, and I love it more than anything XD

#yancy #antisepticeye #googleplier #google oliver #the author #submission

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New Beginnings: The Jailbird Flies Free

I FINALLY FINISHED THIS. This work is inspired by @oh-itskitkat​‘s  I know why the Jailbird sings  I hope you enjoy it.

The language Yan speaks is Void Speak.

Warning: Mentions of child abuse but nothing descriptive. Accidental misgendering because Yancy doesn’t Know Yan goes by They/Them

A/N: It took me like five days to finish this but now I’m gonna focus on the rest of the ego’s for the ego weeks and Marvin’s birthday and another One-Shot. And I am also sorry about the lack of lists I don’t know what happened but I just suddenly crashed so hopefully I can start getting those up again. Also during the part Yancy sings, it’s Yan’s POV.

These are the Outfits they wear because I was procrastinating. Anti and Liru, Robbie and Yan

(Word Count: 3796)  

I have no Idea how to write Yancy’s accent.

Yancy awakens to the sound of small shoes running energetically down the hallway, standing out from the sound of rain hitting the ground outside the window. He grunts annoyed and rubs his eyes slightly sitting up and looking out to the lit up hallway a bit confused on why the light is on so late at night. The shoes get closer and closer and just as Yancy stands up a blur of pink, black, tan and red runs by before stopping also a second later. He jumps a little when it runs by and goes to approach when a child with unnatural red hair shuffles to in front of the cell looking up at with interest before stopping in front of him.

He looks over the child, girl obviously. She can’t be older than five, tan skin with blood red wavy hair that went down to just above her chin and… Magenta eyes? While also wearing a pink dress with black leggings and sweater and pink sneakers. She tilts her head staring up at him and the only thing the inmate can do is stare back.

“Hello!” She chirps happily with a bright smile on her face that reminds him so much of his kids' smiles that it makes Yancy want to laugh and cry at the same time but instead he chokes out and awkward, “Uhh, hi?”

She laughs and bounces in her spot saying to him, “Your accent is funny!” His mouth twitches slightly, threatening to turn into a smile as she watches her rock back and forth on her heels.

“W-” He clears his throat when his voice catches, “What are youse doin heres kiddo.” 

“‘M explorin.” She smiles again, her oddly colored eyes twinkle with mischief.

“Uh-huh.” He shifts slightly before crouching down to her height but doesn’t move any closer. He doesn’t want to scare the poor kid. “What’s yous’ names kiddo.”

“I’m Yan!” She states proudly puffing out her chest a little. He can’t stop the small smile that spreads across his face watching her. “What's your name mister?”

“Yancy. Nice ta meet ya Yan” She giggles, “Nice to meet ya too!” He smiles softly at the small child, watching as she continues to rock back and forth.

“Hey Yan, can I ask yous a question?”

“Mhm!” She nods, smiling and still rocking.

“Wheres are youse parent’s?” He’s glad to see she lights up at the mention of them, good, he doesn’t know how intimidated they would be by a man who's behind bars but he was prepared to give them a piece of his mind if he had to.

“Mama and Papa are with the bald man with glasses.” She stops rocking before bringing her hands up and making circles around her eyes while looking at him.

“The Warden?” He asks. She nods in confirmation, dropping her hands at her sides and begins rocking again “Robbie’s with them too!”

He raises an eyebrow at that, an uncle perhaps? Officer? “Who’s Robbie.”

“My big brother! He has purple hair.” Well he wasn’t expecting that or the hair thing but he guess it wouldn’t be that weird that the kid’s parents dyed their other kids hair.

“Purple hairs huh?” She nods with another “Mhm!”. It’s quiet for a few seconds as Yancy thinks of something to say before Yan breaks the silence with an odd question,

“Do ya sing?” He’s a little taken aback by the question, wondering where that came from before he slowly nods, “I do’s. Why?” She grins and jumps and claps, squealing a little as she does before Yancy quickly shushes her.

“Hey, hey hey keep it downs, everyone else is asleep alright?” She giggles and stops as she begins to sway,

“It’s okay they can’t hear me!” Yancy just chuckles slightly, assuming that it was just another kid thing not knowing how literal she was being. He moves so he’s sitting and just wraps his arms loosely at the top of his needs as he watches her.

“So why did youse wants to know if I’s could sing?”

“If you sing me a song I’ll tell you!” Oh? A little bargainer in the making he sees.

“Promise?”

“Mhm!” He looks at her, his eyes playfully narrowed while she grins happily and playfully back.

“Well alright, then. Yous gotta song in mind?” She gains a thinking face, which he finds absolutely adorable with how her nose crutches up and pursers her lips as she stares off into space for a few seconds before he can practically see the light bulb above her head go off.

“A Dream is a Wish!” She nearly shouts before Yancy shushes her again which she responds with a grin, seeming unfazed by it.

“Are youse sures?” He asks, a little hesitant to sing that song in particular but she just nods making an “Uh-huh,” sound as she leans against the bar’s, which now that she is, he can see how easy it would be for her to slide in through the bars. It makes him a little uneasy that someone so small was wandering the penitentiary all alone. Maybe he should have a… talk, with her parents. He takes a deep breath and focuses on the wall behind her before he begins to sing.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you’re fast asleep.” 

His voice is low, melodic and soft and Yan loves it, it’s like their Papa’s! They wonder if he can sound like her Mama's too!

“In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep,”

Oh that sounds sad, they wonder if he’s missing someone. Oh! Idea! They can ask Mama and Hosty to find them!

“Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true,”

Yan watches the man who looks like he’s a thousand miles away, looking as though he’s lost. It reminds them a lot like their parents when Robbie went missing for the week. Their Mama was really angry when she found out grandma took him.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you’re feeling small

Alone in the night you whisper

Thinking no one can hear you at all,”

OH! They know what it is! He has his own Yan and Robbie! But then, where are they? Why isn’t he with them instead of being here? Hmmm.

“You wake with the morning sunlight

To find fortune that is smiling on you

Don’t let your heart be filled with sorrow

For all you know, tomorrow

The dream that you wish will come true,”

Yan slips through the bar still watching the inmate that’s nice to them and not in a weird way like others were in the past. They walk a few steps before sitting down criss cross and grabbing their ankles as they do, swaying with the song.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you’re fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for, you keep,”

They begin to hum along quietly, finding his voice relaxing enough to be able to.

“You wake with the morning sunlight

To find that fortune that is smiling on you

Don’t let your heart be filled with sorrow

For all you know, tomorrow

The dream that you wish will come true,”

Looking up at the man, they hope their Mama and Papa will take him in.

“No how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

Come true.”

As he finishes the last of the lyrics it’s like a flip switches and suddenly he’s focusing on the world again rather than his memories only to see the little girl sitting inside the cell with him. Inside the cell. What the FUCK!

“Uhhh, kid? How dids youse get in here?” He hopes he manages to keep his voice level and calm because right now he’s trying not to freak the fuck out.

“I went through the bars!” She says as if she were proud of it. Well… he guesses she is small enough to slip through the bars then.

“Alright then.” He replies awkwardly, not sure on what to do in this position. Yan, not noticing the awkwardness, smiles up at him, “Thank you for singing for me, you sounded like my Papa!”

Well he wasn’t expecting that, but he’ll take it. “Well… thanks youse I hope.”

She gives him a toothy grin beginning to rock in place, “I like it when Papa sings.” Well that’s good.

Just then the sound of people walking down the hallway grabs his attention and the little girl seems to vibrate with excitement before jumping up. The quickness of the action startled him, nearly making fall over before she turns to the bars and slips through them.

‘Guess that must be her parents.’ He thinks as she runs down the direction of the quiet voices while he stands.

“Mama! Papa!” He hears her shout and the sound of a woman greeting the child. He hears them talking but he doesn’t listen, intending to just go back to sleep if he can. Just as he sits on his bed the little girl runs and stops in front of his cell and points at him and being’s excitedly speaking in a language he doesn’t understand,

“Eem! Eem mak di unce sec fato ni!” A woman is the first thing to come into view and holy shit if she’s not the prettiest person he’s ever seen then he doesn’t know what could be. She has the same tan skin of the child and soft roundish almond eyes that are the deep blue of the night sky, slightly squinted from her smile and a small dimple at the corner of her mouth from it.

“Now Yan,” Yancy’s heart flutters at the sound of her voice, soft, smooth and kind, “It’s rude to point at people like that.”

Yan smiles sheepishly up at the woman grabbing the sides of her dress and bouncing in place a little as she laughs before turning to him, “Sorry mister!”

The woman smiles down at her daughter before turning her attention to the inmate sitting on the bed. 

“Now then you shouldn’t go bothering the prisoners,” Comes the warden’s voice almost startling Yancy, “They need to be sleeping.” He says as he steps into view giving Yancy a look. Yancy feels his face heat up from embarrassment, it’s not like he was expecting to wake up to a little kid running down the hall and then singing for said child. 

He suddenly hears a new voice with an Irish accent mutter something as another man comes into view, just as pretty as the woman with dark forest green hair on top and a darker shade of brown on the side’s that seemed to be shaved, pale skin that honestly reminds him of a star and beautiful multicolored eyes, one a bright almost glowing green and the other a beautiful blue that reminds him of that Lapis Lazuli ring that he had stolen from his mom when he was younger. He’s shorter than the woman maybe by 3 or so inches but it’s noticeable enough to be kinda adorable if you ask him.

He notices that the new man is holding a pale child with purple hair, watching him with… purple eyes? That's odd. That must be Robbie then which most likely means the gorgeous man with green hair is his and Yan’s father which mostly likely mean that he’s married to the gorgeous woman and looking at their hands he can see them both wearing wedding rings. The man with a gold and ruby snake wrapped around his finger and the woman with a green and black ring on the hand resting on a diamond(?) top cane.

The woman turns to Yancy and smiles, “Hello there, thank you for entertaining my child.”

“Uh, no problem?” It sounds more like a question and his heart jumps to his throat at the adorable little laugh that leaves the man. The warden behind her looks exasperated,

“Now miss-”

“What's your name?” The woman interrupts, ignoring the warden's rather annoyed look and watching Yancy.

“Yancy,” He says almost hesitantly, but the way the woman’s eyes light up makes his cheeks heat up as he stands up and steps towards the bars.

“Picani?” She asks and his stomach flips from fear this time, how does she know his name?

“Yes,” The answer is much more hesitant and quiet. 

“Oh good,” Her face is very similar to the way Yan’s lights up, “You’re who we’re here for!” Yancy freezes, suddenly confused. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the green haired man's face flicker to confusion that disappears as quickly as it appears, replaced with a small smile. The warden however, begins to sputter out protests.

“Now you can’t just come here and-”

“Anti, Angel,” She says cutting the warden off whose face turns the color of a ripe tomato while she faces the green haired man who is apparently named Anti, “could you take the kids and you and the warden bring up the paperwork needed?”

Anti nods a little, the small smile never leaving his face while she reaches into her pockets and produces to plushes, handing a small purple zombie lama to Yan and a black an yellow cartoon character in a dress and horns to the little boy, Robbie if he remembers correctly. Yan takes it eagerly and giggles hugging it to her chest while the boy who is chewing on something purple that hangs around his neck by the way, takes it and hugs it to his chest still leaning against his father.

“Now listen here-” The warden cuts himself off when she turns to him, going from red to ghostly white and terrified. Yancy almost doesn’t want to know the look she gave him with how he looks.

“F-Follow me, I’ll bring up the paperwork right away.” He quickly walks off with Anti following him after giving a glance towards the woman then to Yancy making his heart jump into his stomach flip. Yan looks up at her mom with a questioning look and she smiles down at her, the two of them seeming to have a silent conversation before the little girl smiles and giggles holding the stuffed animal to her chest and running off after the warden and her father.

Turning to Yancy the woman smiles before speaking warmly, “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Picani your kids talk a lot about you.”

Yancy tenses and can feel fear and… hope(?) boiling up. “What are youse talkin about?” His voice comes out harsher than he intended but the woman does nothing but smile softer.

“Your kids, I see them almost everyday and they always talk about you,” She then frowns, “They haven’t been under the best care until recently.”

Yancy feels a boiling rage overcome that he had to refrain from punching something. The only reason he’s in this fucking place to begin with was because his kids were getting hurt! The woman watches him, leaning black a little while looking rather surprised but it quickly turns into a sharp smile which only increases his rage until what she says next causing it to be replaced with confusion,

“Well, I’ve never seen someone turn red and that hot that fast before.” She tilts her head to the side a little as she eyes up and down, “But that's beside the point, as I said they were under less than pleasant care until recently where my husband and I adopted them.”

Any rage dies with his confusion as the feeling of despair takes over him and he quickly blinks back tears, refusing to cry in front of this woman. The woman frowns now and mutters “Blue…” under her breath. 

“What do you want.” He hates how defeated he sounds while he leans against the bars on the bed. He’s looking at the floor, not wanting to look at the woman anymore.

She tilts her head watching the man with a frown. “I’m here to take you with me to your children.” His head snaps up at her suddenly confused again and feeling something akin to hope before it quickly dies again.

“This isn’t funny youse knows?” He wants to be angry, he really does he just feels nothing but despair after hearing what happened, “Even ifs youse were really here to do’s that, youse think they’d let me out? Do youse have any idea what put me in here?” 

The woman narrows her eyes as he pushes off the bed frame and approaches the bars in front of her. “Even ifs youse were here for what youse say, they wont let me out. Can you guess what I’s did? I deserve to be ins here.”

She smirks her head tilting only a little this time as she looks at him and annoyance and frustration begin to boil in his chest. “Of course I know.” She puts her hand through the bars, palm face up as she looks at him expectantly while the inmate back up a little, looking from her hand to her face, confusion clearly written all over his face before he reluctantly sets his hand on hers. She grabs his hand in a tight but painless vice as Yancy freezes, watching as veins of space fly up his arms from underneath her finger and dancing purple and red flowers move up her hand and under her sleeve.

“I used to live next door to you and your parents,” His heart drops before her grip becomes gentle, gently pulling him back towards her. And with a soft glow and a feeling of a lover's hug, her mark settles from part of his back up to right below his right eye. And from beneath her coat and shirt he can see a red glow bloom on the opposite side of her heart before disappearing.

“I heard everything as it happened,” He desperately digs through his memories, trying to remember anything about a blonde girl that lived next door when a faint memory of a girl, probably around 10 when he was around 13, pops into his head. She had her back turned to him and she was talking to and green and black blurry blob(?) of something that vaguely resembled a person. He barely remembers the blob talking, remembering that it had a distinctly Irish accent talking to her.

The woman tucks her cane under her arm with her free hand before pulling his hand through the bars towards her. Flipping his hand so his palm is facing upwards, she grabs his wrist softly, rubbing her thumb in small circles on it and taking three fingers and gently dragging them across his palm to his own finger tips in a way that's strangely intimate and so gentle that Yancy wants to cry, although from what he is unsure of. The touch almost burns at the unfamiliar feeling of being touched after so long of not being. “They deserved what happened to them.” 

Her voice is quieter, but far from shy or meek, if anything she holds a protective tone as she watches their hand while he continues to try and rack his brain for her name. He knows he’s heard it before, he’s had to have to if he lived next to her for so long.

“And besides,” She turns his hand over again, holding it with both hands before bringing it up to her mouth and kissing no softer than a butterfly's wings as she looks him in the eyes. Oh, that's what the feeling is, she cares about. Even though they haven’t seen each other in almost 5 years, even then they barely knew each other. She cares. She gently sets his hand down before letting go and Yancy yearns for her to hold it again and to never let go.

“I’d be a hypocrite if I let you rot in here for killing them.” Her smile gains a mischievous feel to it before it goes back to be soft of the look of shock and horror on his face. “No need to look shocked honey, they deserve what happened to them. After all they are, or were actually, no better than your’s was.”

He feels a little sick at the thought of the sweet and shy little girl that used to live next to him being abused the same way he was. A sick part of him wondering what finally pushed her over the edge and wondered how she got away with it. The admission manages to shock his brain for a second, bringing up an old memory from almost ten years ago before whispering out in disbelief that the regal woman in front of him was the shy little girl that would always talk to animals or that blob. “Liru…”

She smiles widely and nods, “I’m glad you remembered, it’s nice to finally see you again now we’re no longer separated by thorn bushes and a fence.” Her tone is playful as she watches him and Yancy suddenly feels very bare in front of her as the reality of who she is, one of his soulmates. How many does he fucking have.

“I can’t imagine how confusing this must be so I’ll leave you alone for now,” Yancy’s anxiety spikes as his hand shots through the bars grabbing her wrist in what he hopes isn’t a bruising grip. She appears surprised for a few seconds before she relaxes and smiles. She grabs his hand again with her free one, the burning sensation that brings a sense of fulfillment and joy, unhooking it from her wrist and bringing it up to her mouth and kissing the knuckles softly.

“It’s alright honey,” She looks at him lowering their hands while reaching one through the bars and cupping the cheek with the soulmark. Her soulmark, Yancy doesn’t think he would ever get used to the feeling if the way his skin heats up to her touch. “We’ll be back tomorrow, and then we can go home and you can finally see your kids again. Alright?”

He swallows nervously, at a loss for words before nodding quickly. She smiles before pulling her hands away leaving Yancy yearning for more.

“We’ll be back, I promise. But for now,” She looks him in the eyes as she puts her cane back on the floor, a loose grip on the stop, eyes changing from blue to space, “You should get some sleep.”

And the next thing Yancy knows, he’s dreaming of a better tomorrow.

Translation:

“Eem! Eem mak di unce sec fato ni!” = Him! He’s the one who sang for me!

Liru’s eyes turned to this.

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[from-mister-madness]

I’m in your head, Jackie. I’m in all of your heads, even Anti’s. I know absolutely everything about you. Your anger. Your jailbird dad. How when you’ve got too much energy, you’ll flap flap flap! your arms and listen to music on blast, or when you hum to yourself and you don’t even realize it. How you always put your arm over Saidi when you walk outside to protect her, or how you always seem to fall for women who could really, really hurt you. I know the way your bones move when you’re sleeping. I know about all the things you can do with your voice. I know every inch of every single one of you. It’s just fun to point the darker things out sometimes. Maybe you should ask them what they’re hiding someday, it’s quite fun :)

Cotten candy is very sugary! I’m more of a sherbet kind of person. -💫

I don’t fucking know why you think this is okay, but I want you to leave me alone, and I want you to leave my friends alone. As much as we can agree Anti is shitty, I’m willing to work with him to find out who you are if you pull anymore of this, anon. It's fucking scary and I don't trust it.

Just stop.

- JB

#i say this but i cannot WAIT for u to bully henrik #star anon i love you so much #jackie! #anon #star anon

[onehystericalqueenie]

This blog supports Jared Padalecki

As some of you probably already have heard, Jared was arrested some time over the weekend and now, the anti blogs are treating this as an opportunity to come after Jared (one blog in particular even has the tag "jailbird Jared" - btw, i'm leaving out the hash tag because i don't want to give this person more traffic.)

Something has happened to this beautiful soul. (I'm thinking that it could be another possible breakdown) And those of us who actually support Jared need to be there for him. Not some fake ass anti blogs who will bully him any chance they get.

#save jared 2k19 #Jared is not a jailbird 😠 #Possible mental breakdown #mental health monday #mental health awareness #menarevictimstoo #male abuse #akf campaign #This blog supports Jared Padalecki #Fame and misery archive

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“An Indian Charged,” Daily British Whig (Kingston). July 10, 1911. Page 08. ---- WITH HAVING UNLAWFULLY DETAINED A GIRL --- Took Her to Live With Him in a Hut - Was Committed for Trial - Prisoner has Served Two Terms in Penitentiary. --- George Jackson, alias George Jeffrey, an Indian who lives in a hut near Kingston Mills, was before G. H. Hunter, J. P., at the court house, Monday morning, and given a preliminary hearing. He was charged with having willfully taken away and held one Louis MacDonald, a girl of about sixteen years of age. He and the girl were arrested in Jeffrey’s hut, about 1.30 o’clock Sunday morning, by Police Constable Mullinger and County Constable Robert Smith, on a warrant sworn out by Henry A. Bolton, of Kingston Mills, with whom the girl had been living. Bolton and the girl gave evidence and Jeffrey was allowed to make a short statement before being told that he was committed for trial before Judge Price.

The girl is of unsound mind, but gave her evidence in a straightforward manner. Jeffrey had worked for Bolton, and she had talked with him several times. He was working there on May 24th and told her that if she did not want to stay there she could have a home with him, where she would not have to work so hard. She said that after being struck with this news, she could not do her work at Bolton’s property. Early last Wednesday morning she got up, took her clothes, and went down to the canal. It was about four o’clock in the morning. She shouted to Jeffrey, and when he came over in his boat she said she was ready to live with him. While they were talking, they heard Bolton coming down the hill and the girl hid behind the trees. Bolton had his suspicions that she was in the hut with Jeffrey, and came to the city, and swore out a warrant for the arrest of the pair. Mullinger and Smith went down, Saturday night, in Mullinger’s boat, and arrested them. The hut which they occupied was only about seven feet square and there was only one bed in the room. Smith gained admittance to the house by saying that he was stranded and wanted some rope.

When arraigned Monday morning, D. M. McIntyre, counsel for the accused, endeavored to show that the irl was not detained there against her wish, and that she was free to go at any time. T. J. Rigney, for the prosecution, pointed out that as the girl was simple-minded, it was through deception that she was detained. Magistrate Hunter said he would commit the prisoner for trial before judge Price, and that the girl would be held on a charge of vagrancy.

Jeffrey has served two terms in the penitentiary, one of eight years for burglary and one of four years for arson.

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