#can't futz around with it anymore

[thatlittleegyptologist]

what other weird/niche ways of committing treason in the uk do you know of?

Depends on whether it's petty treason (common law) or high treason (against the reigning monarch). But you can't really get 'niche' ways of committing treason because the law is pretty clear on it. I mostly know ways in which it's now defunct to do so, i.e. they've been overwritten with newer laws so they're not really applicable anymore, but they're still technically a law. This has been argued in both 2008, when the Law Commission deemed treason an 'Ancient Crime' and thus not really applicable anymore to modern society, and then again in 2019 when it was put forth that the archaic law should be reformed. Nothing on that front has happened yet, what with the Pandemic and subsequent implosion of the Tory Party, but it's being worked on.

The Treason Act of 1351 had the act of a wife killing her husband (but not the other way around) or a servant killing their master, listed as 'petty treason.' Basically, anything that would be considered 'an act against those to whom they swore faith and obedience' would fall under this. Thankfully, it's no longer considered treason. It is still considered murder. So...y'know...don't try this at home.

The Treason Act gets updated every so often: 1531-1534 (Henry VIII fuckery), 1702, 1790, 1795 (clearly big on treason in the 1700s), 1814, 1842 (this one adds the crime of 'weapon in the monarch's presence'), 1848, 1998. Technically the 1351 set of laws are still on the books as they were updated in 2013 with the Succession of the Crown Act (to allow women to directly inherit regardless of birth order). This is why I said we update things rather than remove them because oh boy undoing everything from 1351? No thanks.

High Treason was death by being hanged, drawn, and quartered but only until 1814 when it was removed. It didn't mean, however, that there wasn't a death penalty for it, which there was until 1998 when it was changed to life imprisonment. The last High Treason trial in the UK was in 1945 when William Joyce (or 'Lord Haw-Haw') an American born Nazi and BUF member was arrested in Germany after effectively 'defecting' to the Nazi's and thus it became a crime against sovereign and country. He was hanged in 1946.

Oh and a funny thing: they created the Treachery Act 1940, because they realised they couldn't prosecute Nazi's under the Treason Act 1695 (there's a weird reason they had to use this one and not the 1848 one and it's to do with technicalities) due to the Act of Treason having it's own special rules and thus generally inapplicable despite being An Act against Country and Sovereign. This was an emergency act that only lasted the length of the war, became inactive and was repealed in 1968 (or 1973 in Scotland and N.I.) where it reverted back to the 1351 Treason Law. This is why 'Lord Haw-Haw' was tried with the 1351 Law and not the 1940 Act.

You can read the 1351 Treason Act online here in its original Old French or Middle English (there is a modern English too, I just like seeing old ass language). This is, of course, very short because it's from 1351, but subsequent updates (which you can find if you futz about on the site) are longer.

#I'm well aware my country is built upon centuries of fuckery and it's very compelling

[princeson]

DIMPLE FRIDAY #2

Listen, y'all... technically, I still had 20 minutes left until it's wasn't Friday anymore... lmao

yeah, sorry this came out so late. I've been struggling with motivation to draw, and didn't finish this until last minute, and unfortunately, I wasn't able to do any of the requests this week, but I'll try to get to them by next Dimple Friday. until then, take this pissed off Dimple!

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thoughts about the piece:

I'm not the happiest about how it turned out since i kinda had to rush. there are some things I'd like to change, like the colors... but oh well. maybe I'll fix it up. who knows? lol I don't really want to get stuck futzing over this dimple when I could improve on the next one, y'know?

...is what I'll tell myself before I ultimately start futzing over the dimple until I'm satisfied with the changes ahahah...

what? being mediocre at art whilst also being a perfectionist and wanting to do it right the first time around? lol sorry, can't relate 😎 ............ 🥲 *sniff*

#dimple friday #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mp100 dimple #ekubo #mp100 ekubo #mob psycho #mob psycho 100 fanart #mp100 fanart #my art

[starsnheroes]

i’m not a good person . (for clint. kate's having a b a d d a y)

It's been a good day, or perhaps it has been a normal day. A fine day, perfectly average. Nothing major, but there was definitely the sentiment that he was glad that he had stretched this morning. WAS HE GETTING TOO OLD FOR THIS ⸻ or has his body just been thrown around too much?

Overall, he would think that was a good day. It even continued on like that, being good day and maybe better, as Kate comes over as well. He tells her that he was feeling like making dinner and having it upon the room, it's been a fine weathered day in New York and he had found himself getting into the occasional habit of "ZEN" dinner on the roof from time to time. Even been thinking about starting up the apartment barbecues again as well.

That's what had led them up to the roof. Lucky laid down at his feet as he pops the cap on the coke-cola bottle, flicking the cap in the way that impresses some people and annoys another set of people calling him a SHOW OFF.

He was a show off for the record, you don't live in with various circuses and carnivals for a decade something. BEING A SHOW MAN was second nature. Clint turns his head, looking to Kate to see if she's at all, even briefly amused with his little trick or if she'd do the same, something. . . something. . . NOTHING?

Damn, he's gotta step up his game. Kate's been quiet as it was, and maybe just maybe she's getting that zen thing.

"I'm not a good person " -> @amethystarrows

SHIT ⸻ NO, NOT SHIT! Some kind of expletive because that's not particularly signs that she had a good day like Clint, or even perhaps an average day. With how poor his mental health generally was, a few diagnoses to explain away, and the alcoholism; he's kind of a master at bad days. Expert in thoughts of all of negative self-somethings.

Perhaps he had should have paid better attention when she appeared, and maybe he had, this having given her the time to settle. Add a dash of wistful hope that being here would simply bring the day to average or better yet good.

I'M NOT A GOOD PERSON ⸻ He knows what that feeling was like, questioned it plenty a times a bad. Clint may not be droning himself anymore or avoiding his problems; but he was still all too angry and screwed up. Bad days got rough, and he asked that with a list of wrongs he'd look at.

Kate Bishop has always been the better Hawkeye, better between the two of them. Better hero, hopefully learned form all his mistakes and better person, double down on that. AND MAYBE THAT'S WHERE HE'S WRONG TO THINK.

She's twenty-something now, and been an adult long enough and came back from her venture out west after a few years. Yeah, okay, there's a recipe that's brewing there that he knew and he should, is going to cut her the slack. BUT THEY WERE GOING TO TALK ABOUT THIS.

Clint can't let Kate Bishop, best person he knows in the world who matters the most; cause dammit, if he had to chose been her and literally anyone else? KATE FUTZING BISHOP. She's the future, he loves her, and there's a sense of protective familial-ness there.

He drags his folding chair over, until it's face to face with her and their knees are touching. He leans forward, so he's really in her face but it's not meant to be invasive. It's just meant to be closeness, so she has to look him in the eyes when he talks. See how serious he was being.

❝ Now, I hope you know that I KNOW ⸺ ❞ Because if there's one thing he has had to learn, and he'd again take the therapist from rehab and his current one, for continuing to point that out; sometimes, it's hardest for someone to know something about themself, or more importantly believe it. ❝ ⸺ that isn't true, or that what makes a good person isn't a straight shoot. No one good person is a monolith to compare to others or yourself. ❞

Look at what he has gotten in trouble for not that long again, Clint Barton was kind of the leading example right now. He's not quite there yet, he thinks, but he's working on it. There's already been slip-ups, a relapse, but he was getting there again. ❝ You are a force of good, Kate, and you make a lot of peoples lives just better. You work hard at being good person, I know you do, and I just believe in ya. ❞ He knows that if there had not been the other Hawkeye, a Kate Bishop attached to his life and legacy; he knows he'd be a lot worse off.

❝ And I get you, fuck, you hafta know how much I get it and hate when people time me I'm wrong, when even you have told me I'm good or contradict the self-hating I do. ❞ Clint hopes that he was doing good at now, that he's not going to upset her more or turn this into some big to-do, or. . . . He is TRYING HERE, more than he ever has to be a good guy. To be the predecessor to Hawkeye that she deserves, that she needs right now. MENTOR. Friend, family.

He leans back up, puts a hand toward her knee and lets it down gently. To sit there, an offer of. . . something. . . ❝ What happened today that's got you thinkin' this or happened lately? ❞ Maybe he can help her squash it? Or just. . . ❝ 'm here with ya. ❞ Clint looks up, holds her in his gaze, and he just thinks she is a really good person.

#ic; clint barton #asks; clint barton #amethystarrows #clint barton; amethystarrows #rp; amethystarrows #dynamics; amethystarrows; when i am with you there is no place i'd rather be (the hawkeyes) #I JUST WEEP ABOUT THEM ? I JUST. . . WHEN CLINT IS THRE FOR KATE

[khaotunqs]

DRUNKJI, MY BELOVED.

#fymdzs #mxtxnet #theuntamededit #theuntameddaily #mdzsedit #cqledit #lanwangjiedit #wangyiboedit #the untamed #lan wangji #cql #mdzs #drinking cw #userposs #usertom #mine* #i have to let this into the wild #can't futz around with it anymore

[scarred-but-still-smiling]

Futzing around for that maybe TFC fic I've got in my head. This isn't a fic itself just me stringing plot beats together

TFC has climbed out of his mine by the time the moon makes impact.

He can feel the atmosphere split as the huge hunk of rock plows through it, can feel the air being torn away by the vacuum of space. He knows some of the other hermits managed to escape; Boatem leapt into their void hole, Welsknight had a space shuttle, he wasn't sure exactly what Cub had done but did know he'd succeeded. But there were many he hadn't heard from. Bdubs, Keralis, the fellas from Horse Head Farms, VintageBeef, Tango. So many of his little found family were helpless to this apocalypse.

He wished he could do something to protect them.

The moon makes impact, and the world is torn apart, but there's no one there to feel it.

When TFC's vision clears, he smells rust and dry earth and dung. There's the moo of a bovine animal, and he feels a snout nudge his face. He opens his eyes and is faced with the unmistakable sight of one head of a Brahman in a familiar wasteland.

He's in Sanctuary. Somehow.

He looks around, and he sees a very large crowd around him; the Hermits.

The first thing that registers in his mind is that Jevin looks very strange here, clearly the laws of fluid dynamics worked differently here to in Minecraft and the poor fella isn't looking too hot.

The second thing that registers is the sound of a gun being cocked, and multiple hermits crying out in alarm.

He spins around, and sees Preston Garvey and a few of the others pointing their guns at Cleo. "Stand down!" He rumbles, "she's with me. They all are."

Preston looks at him, his mistrust turning into amazement. "Chef? That you?"

TFC laughs, "yeah, it's me. Been a while ain't it?"

Xisuma comes up next to him, and TFC can see the uncertainty in his gait. "You know this place?"

TFC nods. "Yeah, it's a long story but let's just say we ain't in Kansas anymore."

Suddenly there's a familiar scream, and a loud barking, and TFC turns to see Bdubs being sniffed at by a very familiar canine.

"Dogmeat! I've missed you buddy!"

The German Shepard looks up at him and barks happily, bounding over to him and leaping up to lick him all over his face.

TFC laughs and gives his old friend scritches, before turning to the others with a beaming smile, "everyone, this is Dogmeat! Isn't he the sweetest?"

The hermits are all looking at him with confusion, alarm, and a cocktail of other emotions that he can't quite decipher. It's then that he remembers where they all came from.

He turns back to Preston, "we're gonna be having to house a whole bunch more people for a while. I'll take care of shelter don't worry about that, but I'm gonna have to ask for your patience. These friends of mine are rather chaotic and prone to cause trouble, especially the little fella in the red sweater, make sure he never has access to explosives by the way, that's something you won't get the chance to regret."

"HEY!" came Grian's indignant response, followed by a quick "he's right though" from multiple people at once, causing the whole group to dissolve into laughter.

This. Was gonna be weird.

#scarred stories #lunar fallout #tagging it like that so i can find it later #probably gonna use that as the fic title