#conviction part 2 to the limit

[forensicated]

Conviction - Part 2 - To The Limit

Max and Stevie attend the scene the next morning when the fire is finally out. Sally reports a witness spotted a woman matching Abbie's description running away the time the fire started. The only one hurt in the fire was the barman, Pete, who lives above in one of the flats.

Men! Genuinely think Chris was about to laugh & had to hide his face 😂😂 (also she clearly hasn't done much in a pristine white top 😉)

Officer White Top tells them traces of accelerant were found on the stairs and in other places - most likely petrol. Whoever set it seemed intent on getting the flat and bar. Stevie jibes all three men for having their tongues out in the presence of Officer White Top.

Smithy and Callum attend the hospital and tell Pete that the fire was lit on purpose. He tells them that he doesn't know much about the big boss, Matthew Devlin, but his son has a history of rubbing people up the wrong way and is proud of the fact that no one likes him. Pete claims he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and that he knows of no reason why anyone would target him.

Matthew Devlin attends the station. Max tells him the bar is a crime scene and there'll be no entry until they finish. Devlin Snr says he was at home at the time of the fire and was entertaining guests, including a councillor if they need proof. Devlin Jnr was not present, he was at a party in Kent and is still travelling back. He'll help anyway he can because they are the victims and he expects to be treated as such. He walks into Smithy and Callum as he leaves. Callum doesn't move as the two men stare at each other, though Smithy steps to the side. "If looks could kill..." Stevie smirks. "Yeah... he doesn't like us does he..." Stevie's smirk grows. "I was talking about you!" She tells Callum.

Eddie is not impressed with the fire investigation crew pulling down the ceiling onto his 'nice clean crime scene!' but he changes his tune when he spots Officer White Top and flirts up a storm. (Stevie: "Is there a woman with a heartbeat Eddie hasn't cracked onto?" Max: "Actually... he's never hit on you, has he?") Both he and Officer White Top seem to now think the accelerant on the stairs could be a run off from what was poured outside the flat. Perhaps it was Pete and the flat that were the targets?

The bouncer who lives next door to Pete, Carl Fox, arrives at the cordon and tells them he'd stayed at his girlfriends the night before. Sally arrives with the CCTV that shows the blonde who matched Abbie's description running away from the bar was infact... Abbie!

Smithy reminds Callum the Devlin's are the victims until they get evidence to the contrary they have to treat them as such, as much as it pisses both of them off. They spot Abbie outside the hospital, she yelps when Smithy takes her arm and it's revealed that she has burns. Later they tell her they have her running away from the fire on CCTV and that the FME has confirmed she has second degree burns. She admits that she was there but denies starting it. She got the burns trying to get up the stairs to alert Pete. She admits that she and Pete are good friends and begs them not to tell Devlin. Smithy asks her how she's going to explain the burns and she says she'll tell Devlin that she went to the bar to look for him and that despite appearances Jason does look after her and pays the rent for her flat but she can't help her feelings for Pete and she admits being terrified of Jason.

Pete tells Smithy and Callum that he and Abbie have been seeing each other for a couple of months and that Jason treats her like a slave and knocks her around. He's saving up to get them both away somewhere safe. He says he didn't lie earlier, he's just taking every opportunity to stop Jason from finding out. Smithy floats the idea that he might already know given it seems the flat could have been the target and the rest accidental.

Callum and Max attend Devlin's flat now he's returned from Kent. "I can't wait to see the look on Devlin's face." Callum says. "You're an evil man!" Devlin is not happy to see them. "This is just about the fire, Mr Devlin." Max tells him. "I'm shocked you think it could be about anything else!" Callum adds, in a tone that suggests he is not at all shocked. Devlin says he was at a party miles away with many witnesses, he doesn't know who it was, he didn't start it and he has many enemies who could. Callum asks when he heard about it and he says that morning as his phone was switched off. He's heard Pete was hurt but his dad told him that he's alright and he hasn't spoken to Abbie. Max tells him that Abbie hurt herself trying to get into the bar looking for him. He admits he didn't tell her he'd be away all night. He attends the station to pick her up and calls her a 'silly cow' and to use the phone if she doesn't know where he is or to call his dad. How romantic and caring of him. His act is enough to prove that he doesn't know about her affair with Pete.

Eddie reports that he found coke on Pete's bedside table and that his bedroom door was almost kicked in before the fire brigade arrived. He's also found some forged European documents with an imperfection that matches other forgeries he's found floating around lately. It raises suspicions Abbie might not be an illegal immigrant.

Pete claims he knows nothing about the forged documents or the door. Callum threatens to tell Devlin but Pete can tell from Ben's reaction that Callum is bluffing. He tells him to nick him if he suspects him. Callum choses to place him under observation instead.

A printer admits that the Devlin's owe him over £1000 but insists he didn't set the fire as they've always paid up in the past. He tells them he knows they have dodgy businesses but won't be drawn into what they are. "You're the detectives... detect." Mickey finds out that they're landlords but there are no names of tenants on a list of creditors that Matthew Devlin handed over that morning so it's definitely something they don't want to advertise. He visits the nearest one with Smithy. It's not exactly high class living and the smell is horrendous. It's an illegal house of multiple occupancy and filled with most likely illegal immigrants who are terrified. There appear to be approximately 30 people living in the house if not more. Smithy reports it to the council. The house is a death trap with bare electrics, no working fire alarms and fire exits blocked up with stuff.

Ben and Callum follow Pete to Abi's and can tell from his body language that something isn't right. He enters and immediately runs out. They enter the house and find Abbie unconscious and beaten. Pete accuses him of telling Devlin and tells Rachel that he wants to make a formal complaint. Ben tells Rachel he heard nothing threatening said by Callum and she clearly doesn't believe him.

Smithy is furious when he hears and accuses Callum of trying to force the result or even telling Jason. He insists he's done nothing wrong, even when Smithy points out that Abbie and Pete were their best bets to getting information about the Devlin's and their empire. Stevie calms the men down and airs something that has been bothering her... what if it wasn't Jason who attacked Abbie? Stevie has found out there is no record of her entering the country legally.

Unfortunately despite the inhospitable conditions of the house, there's no law against renting to illegal immigrants so without one of them talking out against the Devlin's they can't prosecute them for it. Max suggests it could be one of the tenants who set the fire which opens up a huge amount of suspects. It does also add weight to the Devlin's being behind the forged documents however given they have their own captive market in at least one of their properties.

Smithy and Stevie attend Matthew's house and ask him where he was when Abbie was attacked. He tries to storm out but his father makes him stay and answer the questions. Devlin Snr tells his son that Abbie has been cheating with Pete and that is why they're asking all the questions. Jason is clearly shocked and growls to his dad that he'll kill her. Matthew tells him he'd told him she'd bring trouble to their door but he's now going to stay away from her. Smithy urges him to listen to his father. Stevie asks how Matthew knows and he tells them he saw them and to now focus on finding who set fire to the bar. Smithy tells him it was likely one of the tenants. Matthew claims he knew nothing about them being illegal and that it's them who 'imported half their village to live with them' and he knew nothing about it.

Max, Smithy and Stevie go to Abbie's flat to see if Eddie has found anymore information. He's found more than that - in the extra act of cruelty in pulling the phone line out the wall to stop Abbie calling for help after her beating, her attacker has left behind a partial print in her blood. Stevie offers to buy him a drink to congratulate him and he tells her he appreciates and loves her but she's 'not his type', much to the amusement of Max and Smithy.

Smithy apologises to Callum for accusing him of telling Jason. Rachel takes Callum into her office and tells him she's going to ask Pete to withdraw his complaint. She's disappointed that it happened in the first place. She allows him to work the case again but tells him to stay away from Pete and Abbie.

St Hugh's call and let the officers know that Abbie has regained consciousness and will be able to talk soon. Stevie's unsure if she'd want to but Max says she must if she wants her attacker caught now Jason is out of the frame but aware of her and Pete's relationship. Eddie has a match on the partial print from Gollum lookalike, Donny Blake. Mickey has history with him and says he's a nasty piece of work with a large amount of violent offences in his back catalogue as well as dealing. He has no known links to the Devlin's.

Abbie refuses to talk to Smithy and Stevie so they tell her what they know and suspect. They know she's there illegally, they know it was Donny Blake who did it, they know he's a violent drug dealer and the fact that she and Pete are trying to raise money to leave together suggests that they made some sort of deal with him that has fallen through. They think the forged documents they found are hers and that it was Blake who set the fire and tried to break into the flat. Smithy says without cooperation they'll have to arrest her and hand her over to immigration. Abbie finally talks, admitting that Donny did a deal with Pete to get drugs on credit. He would sell them through the bar, pay Donny back and keep the profit but the drugs were stolen. She suspects it's Donny trying to double cross them.

Pete tells Smithy and Max the same story in interview and offers to tell them where he got the forged paperwork from AND hand them the Devlin's in return for help. He got the paperwork from a Polish printer - the one Mickey spoke to earlier. Matthew Devlin got in touch with him that afternoon and offered 5K in cash to him and identity paperwork for Abbie to disappear. He said he'd get Donny off their backs too. Pete thinks they're finding her an embarrassment because she's an illegal immigrant. The call came before Donny got to Abbie so as far as Pete is aware the offer still stands.

Max and Smithy take it to Jack who calls a station briefing. He agrees to contact Matthew Devlin as part of a sting and agree to meet him at the print shop. At the same time, Callum will lead a search on Donny Blake's house with TSG and uniform. They've had a tip off that he's likely to try flush the drugs so they are not taking any chances. Donny does indeed try to flush them so they break the water pipe and are waiting with a black bag to catch the rest. Ben and Callum manage to overpower him and Sally arrests his girlfriend.

At the print shop carpark it's Jason who arrives instead of Matthew. Max thinks it's a bad sign but Smithy reckons it could work to their advantage as it's natural Pete would be nervous around him after sleeping with his girlfriend. They watch Jason push a package at Pete and pull his wallet out before charging over. The package is menu's and the money is £300. Jason claims he's paying him outstanding wages because he wants rid of him and that he knows nothing about any other deal. He literally laughs in a furious Smithy's face. At the station, Carl - the bouncer - is waiting with Matthew Devlin. It fits into place - Carl tipped them off as he was with Pete when he visited Abbie and found Smithy and Stevie there.

In interview, Matthew Devlin reads a short statement he prepared with his solicitor. It reads that he found out about the affair and asked Carl to keep an eye on Pete. Carl reported back that Pete was planning a drug deal. The Devlin's did not want that on their premises. They asked Carl to report it to the police but he didn't as he couldn't verify the information. They realised that afternoon that the fire was likely linked to Pete's activities and came forward at the earliest of opportunities. He admits Jason is a loose cannon and that he went to the print shop to meet Pete to look him in the eye after he'd been lying to him and sleeping with his girlfriend. If Pete has told them that he was being bought off with offers of cash and documents then it is a vicious smear. They met at the print shop so he could pay the printer the outstanding invoice and collect the menus. Smithy calls him out for lying and that they used the printer for forged documents and wanted rid of Abbie for fear she might know something damaging to them. He simply shrugs and points out that Abbie is an illegal immigrant who has been dealing with hard drugs and is a known liar - making out that they'd lied about the 5K and documents. "Who's going to believe anything she has to say?"

Callum reports that Abbie was right, they found Pete's holdall in Donny's flat and they've brought him in. Max and Smithy don't have any good news. Matthew has an answer for everything even if it's rubbish. Max points out they have an ace up their sleeve - the printer.

The printer claims morally he's done nothing wrong. His grandfather created false documents during the war for the Resistance and refugees. He saved lives and so is he - he only produces paperwork for people who are desperate to get away from the likes of the Devlin's - he does NOT sell them to the Devlin's and that's why they stopped using him and did not pay the invoice because they'd found out. They don't want their illegal immigrants to get paperwork as it means they can move around freely and aren't' forced to pay top whack to stay in their slums.

Mickey feeds this back to the three Sergeants who are fuming they have nothing to prosecute the Devlin's for. At best they have a housing act violation and will be fined. Max takes Abbie to see Pete and they drop the allegation against Callum. Abbie tells them that she tried not to listen to what the Devlin's said as she didn't want to know how bad it really was for her.

Devlin tries to wind Smithy up by insisting on an apology when he sees him out of custody. "Dream on." He forces Devlin down the ramp and pushes him away at the bottom before growling 'I need to go wash my hands." Devlin smirks and nods at the camera, insinuating he's going to report him. Smithy isn't bothered in the slightest, squaring up to him at the bottom of the ramp with a low growl 'I'll be seeing you around.' as Callum watches from the top of the ramp. Devlin blows him a kiss and walks off.

Smithy turns and sees Callum. "Got a knack of getting under your skin, don't they." Callum smirks. "What's this? Your way of suggesting I'm no better than you?" Smithy glares. "Who knows what any of us are capable of given the right circumstances?" "I know what the line is, whatever the circumstances." "Do ya?" Callum ponders.

Me thinks it might be a rather prophetic conversation almost, boys...

#conviction part 2 #conviction #conviction part 2 to the limit #to the limit #the bill #alex walkinshaw #dale smith #smithy #sam callis #callum stone #lucy speed #stevie moss #max carter #christopher fox #gary lucy #will fletcher #grace dasari #amita dhiri #mickey webb #chris simmons #ben gayle #micah balfour #ali bastian #sally armstrong #rachel weston #claire goose #eddie olosunje #jason barnett #jack meadows #simon rouse

[4dbarbie-archive]

4dbarbie remix: How to let go of Vanessa

My notes: This is basically a TLDR version of my first 4dbarbie remix post How to realise Self. My original intention for that post was actually to make something like this, a really straightforward (and short lol) practical guide on how to let go of the ego in order to realize Self that I could refer to and apply on a day to day basis. It ended up being a long essay (it was over 3000 words aha) as I decided to go through all her posts and answered asks and found a lot of important information to include so it sort of became more of an educational post (which I'm glad to have made and it helped me understand everything better too!). So anyway, here it is. Pretty much all of the below information was taken from my How to realise Self post (besides the suggested exercises section at the bottom) - I just extracted the more practical guidance outside the explanations to make it.

My personal notes and highlights are in pink for main points and purple for 'action' points.

Just let go of the ego, that’s how simple it is. All you need to fix is your wrong identification. There isn't anyone who couldn’t materialize anything right now if he or she would just let go of identifying as the limited body. 1

Stop thinking you are Vanessa, the thoughts of needing this or that drop away. To change, you need to give up this conviction of being this person. You need to disbelieve. 2 A lot of beliefs are subconscious. "I am a body", "I am Vanessa", "There is a world" are all subconscious, automatic beliefs. Upon investigation you can get rid of any belief (by making them conscious and then dropping them). 14 How do you drop a belief? (see part 1 and part 2)

All you need to do is detach from this form during the day, let life happen as it happens while reminding yourself it's a dream, a dream that doesn't have to be yours. 3

What I recommend you to do is bring your self into focus, become aware of your own existence. See how you function, watch the motives and the results of your actions. Study the prison you have built around yourself because of credulity. By knowing what you are not, you come to know your self. The way back to your self is through refusal and rejection. 4

Leave your mind alone, that is all. Don't go along with it. 5 Thoughts will keep on coming for a while, just now you know they have nothing to do with you. Get into a habit of watching, letting them be but not identifying with them. If you can observe them, it means you are not them. 6

Step away and look (observe). The physical events will go on happening, but by themselves they have no importance. It is your mind alone that matters. When you identify yourself with them, you are their slave, you think you have to act on them. When you stand apart, you are their master 7

Just stop taking the thoughts you don't like for truth or reality. There is no convincing involved, it is all letting go. 8 Doesn't matter what the thought is, leave it alone, ignore it BUT not by force of will, just indifference 9

Start letting go bit by bit, just to see what happens. You won't start "acting crazy" just because you become uninterested in thoughts, I promise 10

You don't need to convince yourself they're unreal, just dismiss them (your thoughts) as not yours. They will disappear more and more through your newfound indifference, then their physical counterparts will, too. Detachment is by doubt and indifference. First you start doubting "the facts", then you become indifferent to the facts, lastly there are no facts anymore and you can establish your own. 9

Your next step will be realizing there is nothing to learn in a dream. You'll find yourself having less and less thoughts, then none at all. Then, only if you want, you will be able to reinstall the mind, now of your choice, and change the dream. 3

All you need is to get rid of the tendency to define your self. All definitions apply to your body only and to its expressions. Once this obsession with the body goes, you will revert to your natural state, spontaneously and effortlessly. 4

Be patient with yourself because you don't lose any time, just get to that place I'm telling you about and then you can just go back in time if you so wish. All worry is pointless! And there is nothing to fear, things just happen, do not claim them as yours for a while. Unclutter your mind, it becomes your servant after you've freed it enough. 11

Reminder: This body and this world are not forced onto you, they exist through your identification with them. Not yours, remember? Repeat. Not yours. You won't lose your mind, you'll only lose your misery. After you've detached, you'll easily shift to as many realities as you want - don't put any on a pedestal of desire, they are equal. See this world and the body as not real first. What is true is only what I AM is identified with, right now this body which is not in that TV show (referring to anon's desire). Correct this first by letting go of thinking it's you. 12

Suggested exercises (not required if you don't want to do it!)

1. Sitting in silence & just being with no thoughts - The whole point of sitting in silence is to realize what you are, pure beingness. Awareness only becomes consciousness when it has an object. The object changes all the time. In consciousness there is movement; awareness by itself is motionless and timeless, here and now. 4

2. Start doubting you'll wake up as Vanessa tomorrow - Not to get it, but consider it actually… What if… I wake up tomorrow and I realize an entire life has been just a dream?! Equal to the one I dreamt last night?! What if you wake up and realize it all was a nightmare that you THOUGHT went on for years and it's just been a few hours... even get scared and terrified about that thought. Better than getting scared about non-reality.

WHAT IN THE WORLD?! That never was... but I felt it so real, I swear I was her?! Yet here you are, awake, and the dream never was.

Do it like that. Doubt that it's anything but a dream as much as possible. 13

Sources:

Citations: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

In-text links: 1, 2, 3, 4

#remix #4dbarbie #nonduality #non duality #nondualism #non dualism

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#116 Total Hunk!

Child!Y/n: Lu bu, on a scale from one to five, you scored a three

Child!Lu bu: Yes! Yes!

The scene pauses and a "Datable" stamp is stamped on Lu Bu

Child!Y/n: This will limit your dating pool to widows, lady plumbers and convicts!~

Child!Lu bu: I still consider this a victory

Child!Y/n*Walks to Raiden Next*Raiden! Your score is...*Looks at the paper and backs away in discust*-Eesh! You know, scores don't really matter, You should just focus on being you~*Pats Raiden shoulder*

The scene pauses and a "Questionable" stamp is stamped on Raiden

Child!Y/n: Heracles, on a scale from one to five you scored.. a twelve?*Looks at the Greek Boy in shock*

Child!Heracles: Mama was right all along! I am the world's most perfect man!*Gets spotlighted and doves fly at him landing on his head and shoulders*

The scene pauses and a "Total Hunk" stamp is stamped on Heracles who grins at the camera, Title card: Final Thoughts

Child!Y/n: Love is all around us. And if it seems like you two aren't the right fit, force it! *Hits the table with a tiny fist but then, The two squirrels from the montage come up to you* Oh, no! The squirrels! They're back! Aaah! *The squirrels attack you*

Child!Y/n*picks up a stuffed rhino* Save me, Mr. Rhino! Save me!?!- *clubs squirrels*

-Video ends-

Loki*Laughing his ASS off and looks at Adam and Eve*PLEASE TELL ME THERE'S MORE!?

Thor*Raises his hand*...I also wanna see more

Poseidon*Is replaying that scene of you fighting the squirrels*...Even as a kid, they were chaotic...

Hades:...IS THAT WHERE CERBERUS WENT!?-

Part 2 of:

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror #snv #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #ror lu bu x reader #snv lu bu x reader #ror lu bu #snv lu bu #ror heracles x reader #snv heracles x reader #ror heracles #snv heracles #ror raiden x reader #snv raiden x reader #ror raiden #snv raiden #ror poseidon x reader #snv poseidon x reader #snv poseidon #ror poseidon #snv hades x reader #ror hades x reader #ror hades #snv hades #ror loki x reader #snv loki x reader #ror loki #snv loki

[onlyonetifosi]

The Leclerc household was buzzing with activity on a sunny Sunday afternoon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of dishes clinking together filled the air. It was a typical day for the Leclerc family, except for one member who stood silently in the corner of the kitchen, observing the chaos before her. That member was Y/N Leclerc, the youngest of the Leclerc siblings.

Y/N was only seventeen, still in high school, while her brothers, Charles and Arthur, had already made their mark in the world of motorsports. Charles, the middle child, had achieved great success in Formula 1, while Arthur was steadily making his way through Formula 2. Y/N, however, was never given the opportunity to pursue her dreams of becoming a race car driver. The family's financial limitations forced them to prioritize Charles and Arthur's careers.

As Y/N watched her brothers and mother, Pascale, engaging in animated conversation, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. She desperately wanted to be a part of their world, to share in their victories and defeats. But fate had chosen a different path for her, one that she was still struggling to come to terms with.

"Y/N, can you pass me the sugar, s'il vous plaît?" Charles's voice interrupted her thoughts, his eyes focused on his phone.

Y/N snapped back to reality and reached for the sugar, placing it in front of him. "Here you go, Charles."

"Merci," he replied absentmindedly, already engrossed in his social media feed.

She glanced at Arthur, who was discussing race strategies with their mother in rapid French. He occasionally shot her a sympathetic smile, aware of the void in her heart.

Feeling a surge of frustration, Y/N mustered the courage to speak up. "Maman, I don't feel well can I go to my room?" she said, her voice wavering slightly.

Pascale turned to her daughter, a concerned expression on her face but still let her. "Bien sûr"

Y/N found solace in her bedroom, sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the wall adorned with posters of her brothers' achievements. It was a constant reminder of the path she couldn't walk.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and her mother, Pascale, stepped in. She had a gentle smile on her face, but Y/N could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Ma chérie," Pascale said, her voice filled with love and concern. "Are you okay?"

Y/N fought back tears and nodded, unable to find the right words.

Pascale sat beside her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I know it's difficult, Y/N. But your time will come. We couldn't afford to support all three of you at once, and it broke our hearts to make that decision."

Y/N's voice trembled as she spoke, "I just feel so invisible, Mom. Like I don't matter compared to Charles and Arthur. They're living their dreams, and I'm stuck here."

Pascale hugged her tightly, her voice softening. "You matter more than you know, my dear. You're our pillar of strength, our hope for the future. We couldn't have made it this far without you."

Y/N clung to her mother, tears streaming down her face. "Je sais, maman, mais c'est difficile. J'essaie de trouver ma place, mais j'ai l'impression que je ne pourrai jamais briller comme eux."

A few days later, Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo found Y/N sitting in the garden, lost in her thoughts. They exchanged worried glances before joining her, taking a seat on the bench.

Lorenzo, the ever-protective older brother, broke the silence. "Y/N, we need to talk. We've noticed that you've been feeling down lately, and we want you to know that we see you. We love you."

Y/N looked up at them, tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I don't want to be a burden. I just can't help feeling left behind."

Charles placed a hand on her shoulder, his voice filled with remorse. "Y/N, you're not a burden. We may be racing, but you're racing in your own way. You're still fighting, still pushing through, and we admire that."

Arthur chimed in, his voice full of conviction. "You've always been our biggest supporter, Y/N. Your presence gives us strength. We wouldn't be where we are without you."

Y/N wiped away her tears, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. She finally felt seen, acknowledged, and valued by her brothers.

"Merci," she whispered, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Je vous aime"

In that moment, they all understood the true meaning of family. It wasn't just about racing or achievements, but about being there for each other, supporting one another through the highs and lows of life.

The Leclerc family stood in a tender embrace, a silent acknowledgment of the love and bond they shared. In that moment, Y/N realized that while her dreams of becoming a race car driver may have been put on hold, she had something equally valuable—her family's unwavering support.

From that day forward, Y/N pursued her passion for motorsports in her own unique way. She became an avid spectator, cheering on her brothers from the sidelines, and found solace in other hobbies that sparked her creativity and brought her joy.

In the shadows of the track, Y/N Leclerc discovered her own light, finding fulfillment in the love of her family and the pursuit of her own dreams, however different they may be.

#charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc imagine #f1 imagine #charles leclerc x sister!reader #f1 drivers x reader #arthur leclerc x sister!reader #f2 imagine #f2 x reader #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x you #leclerc!reader

[confused-alot]

i’m having more feelings about it devours than i can properly put into words but holy shit holy shit

1) swearing and sex! in nightvale!! shit and fuck in nightvale!!!!!! we are no longer constrained by the limits of family friendly community radio

1.5) sex paperwork. they need it in triplicate and notarized. i was weezingggg

2) outsider perspective on cecil being a freak a great husband and a pillar of the community

3) evil cult not as just a condemnation of organized religion but as a greater exploration of faith and community the harms of such systems but also the good they can do for people, and changing those systems for the better. changing your own beliefs so they work the best for you

4) i adore nilanjana and derryl they had me giddy and giggling but i also love their resolution

5) hugging a helicopter (&getting to know a member of the secret police!?!)

6) more than one quiet reference to the fact that the barber is still in exile in the desert practicing on cacti for what he did to carlos

7) the implications that these events have on the university arc just holy shit i did not know carlos’ convictions ran so deep because of his own personal experiences and his own fuckup being driven by his own fear and arrogance. it adds so many more layers i wasn’t aware of before oh my god poor carlos this is so fucked up. i already loved the university arc but this just makes everything a thousand times more!!

8) also carlos being stuck for ten years and not telling cecil. fuck oh god (+just carlos perspective more on his experience coming to town and meeting cecil)

9) nilanjana becoming a part of the town finding friends and community <3

10) prophet kevin

11) getting a better description of the layout of the town and the people and the quirks that the contained narrative style of an actual book can allow

12) “science was meant to be hard. after all what was science but a bunch of bored human beings trying to challenge themselves when faith became too easy” HA

13) carlos and cecil are so fucking cute. how attentive cecil is to carlos’ thing about physical touch (pushing away steve’s arm!!) they are so important to each other and to Me

#wtnv #it devours! #welcome to nightvale #my post #p #i cannot believe it took me this long to start reading the books

[writindom]

Rivalry.

< Jaehyun x female reader >

Never say never, because limits, like fears, are often just an illusion and so was your dislike towards him.

Part I - Espresso Martini

Hello there, this is my first time ever writing...anything, I really hope you enjoy it (if someone out there ever reads it) and may consider posting a second part as I already have it. Thank you again for taking the time to read this.

Word count: 4 k.

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You sat at your desk, staring at the computer screen in front of you. You had been working on a new project for weeks, pouring all of your energy into making it a success. As Vice President of Starlight Entertainment, one of the most prestigious K-pop companies in the industry, you knew that your success was not only important for your career but also for the company's reputation.

As you typed away, your phone rang, interrupting you concentration. It was your assistant, informing you of a major K-pop industry event that was taking place the following week. The event would be attended by all of the top executives from K-pop companies around the world, and it was a chance for you to showcase your company's latest achievements and innovations.

You were thrilled at the opportunity to present your ideas and impress the attendees, including your CEO. You knew that this event could be a game-changer for your career and for Starlight Entertainment as a whole

—

The day of the event arrived, and you walked into the conference room with confidence. You were dressed in a sleek black suit, tailored to fit your slim and toned figure. Your long, dark brown hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down your back, highlighting your sun-kissed skin that glowed under the fluorescent lights and drawing attention to the delicate curve of your neck. Your oval-shaped face was framed by subtle makeup that accentuated your full lips and striking dark brown eyes, which seemed to sparkle with determination and intelligence.

Your petite frame at 5 foot 2 inches was perfectly balanced, with delicate curves that hinted at femininity without being exaggerated. Your physique was symmetrically proportioned, with toned arms and legs that hinted at your dedication to fitness. You commanded attention with your presence and poise, exuded an air of confidence and elegance, without the need for the exaggerated curves that some other women in the industry were known for.

As you looked around the room, you noticed Jaehyun, the Vice President of Moonlight Entertainment, Starlight's sister company and close partner in the entertainment industry.

Jaehyun commanded attention with his tall and imposing presence, standing at 6 foot with a muscular build that hinted at his dedication to fitness. His chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones were accentuated by a hint of stubble, and his dark and intense eyes had a piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate through anyone he looked at. His light brown hair was styled in a sleek and modern way, framing his angular face perfectly. He was dressed in a deep shade of navy blue suit complementing his pale skin tone that fit him like a glove, highlighting his broad shoulders and tapered waist. Despite his commanding presence and piercing gaze, there was a hint of approachability in his warm smile and friendly demeanor, making him a natural at building relationships in the industry. Jaehyun was equally confident, exuding a sense of self-assuredness that made it clear he was a force to be reckoned with.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as you took in his polished appearance, despite the animosity between their companies. The two of you locked eyes and exchanged curt nods, the tension between you palpable.

The event began, and each company's representatives took turns presenting their latest achievements and innovations. You were nervous but determined to make a lasting impression. As you stepped up to the podium, you took a deep breath and began your presentation.

You spoke with passion and conviction, your words flowing smoothly as you explained your company's latest project. The audience was captivated by your ideas, and received thunderous applause at the end of your speech. Jaehyun stepped up to the podium next, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at his commanding presence. He spoke with a confidence that was hard to match, his voice deep and smooth as he explained Moonlight Entertainment's latest achievements. His ideas were just as innovative as yours, but somehow he managed to make them sound even more impressive.

As the event came to a close, you were approached by Levi Ackerman, the CEO of Starlight, standing tall at 6'3" with broad shoulders and a chiseled physique. His dark hair was cropped short and styled in a slicked-back fashion, accentuating his sharp jawline and angular features. The black tailored suit he wore seemed to have been made specifically for him, emphasizing every curve and line of his muscular frame with expert precision. He offered his congratulations on a job well done. You felt a sense of relief wash over you, knowing that your hard work had paid off.

Levi is a man of few words but immense power. He is known for his strictness, attention to detail, and unwavering dedication to excellence. His piercing gray eyes seem to see through people and his unwavering posture commands respect from everyone around him. Levi has a no-nonsense attitude when it comes to business and expects nothing but the best from his employees.

He is an imposing figure. Despite his intimidating demeanor, those who work closely with him know that he can be surprisingly kind and understanding when the situation calls for it. However, crossing him or not meeting his expectations is not an option if you want to keep your job.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun was approached by his CEO, who seemed less than impressed with his performance. You watched from a distance, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips. You couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at your rival's failure.

As the attendees began to filter out of the conference room, you made your way over to Jaehyun. You couldn't resist the opportunity to gloat. "Looks like my company's still one step ahead," you said, a smug smile on your face.

Jaehyun scowled. "Don't get too ahead of yourself," he retorted. "Moonlight Entertainment will always come out on top."

You rolled your eyes. "We'll see about that," you replied before walking away, feeling a sense of victory. But little did you know, their rivalry was far from over.

After the event, you felt like the winner and celebrated with your coworkers. The weekend had finally arrived, and you were looking forward to a three-day break as Monday was a national holiday in South Korea, commemorating the founding of the country. You didn't have any plans to travel or spend time with friends or family, as they were not particularly close. Instead, you looked forward to a quiet weekend at home, relaxing and recharging your batteries.

As you walked out of the office building, you took a deep breath of the cool autumn air and smiled. You felt proud of yourself for a job well done and grateful for the upcoming break. You knew that you would return to work feeling refreshed and ready to tackle any challenges that came your way.

—

You had always known that your penthouse was the best one in the apartment complex. It had a breathtaking view of the city, luxurious amenities, and a pool and jacuzzi that only the penthouse owners were allowed to use. It was on one of those holiday seasons that you decided to take a dip in the jacuzzi after a long day of work.

To your dismay, when you arrived at the pool area, you found that someone was already there, and it was none other than Jaehyun. You had seen him around the complex before, but you had never spoken. You couldn't deny that he was attractive, but his aloof and cold demeanor always put you off.

"Oh great, you're here," you muttered sarcastically. “I was hoping to have some alone time here.”

Jaehyun smirked, "I could say the same about you. What brings you here, Y/N? Need to cool off from your 'high-stress job'?"

You rolled your eyes. "Actually, I live here, just like you. And I don't need to justify my presence to you."

Jaehyun chuckled, "Okay, okay. But you're right, we are neighbors after all. Can't avoid each other forever."

You let out a sigh. "I guess not. Nonetheless, I should try to make the most of it. Would you like to share a drink?"

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you offering me a drink? You must really be desperate for some company."

You bristled at his insinuation. "Desperate? No. I simply thought it would be nice to share a drink with someone who isn't as insufferable as you usually are. But if you're not interested, I can always find someone else."

Jaehyun chuckled. "Touché. I'll take you up on your offer. But only if you promise to be on your best behavior."

You rolled your eyes. "I make no promises."

You and Jaehyun were interrupted by a worker from the jacuzzi area. "Excuse me," the worker said, "would you like something to drink? We have water, juice, and some cocktails available."

Jaehyun turned to you. "What's your drink of choice?"

"I'm into coffee-based cocktails," you replied. "Maybe an Espresso Martini?"

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't take you for the martini type."

You smirked. "I have a lot of sides you don't know about. I'll have an Espresso Martini," you said.

"Very well, ma'am. And for you, sir?" he asked.

Jaehyun hesitated for a moment, looking at you. "I'll have the same," he finally said.

The waiter nodded and took note of their order. "Right away, sirs and madam."

As the waiter walked away, you looked over at Jaehyun. "I take it you've never had an Espresso Martini before?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your tone.

Jaehyun chuckled sheepishly. "No, I haven't. I usually stick to beer or whiskey."

You smiled, secretly pleased that Jaehyun had taken your suggestion. You could tell that he was the type who stuck to his usual drinks, so this was a small victory for you.

As you both relaxed in the jacuzzi, the waiter approached you with your cocktails. "Here are your drinks. Anything else you need, just let me know," he said with a smile before walking away.

You took a sip of your martini and savored the rich and bittersweet taste. "This is delicious," you said.

Jaehyun took a sip of his own martini and nodded in agreement. "I have to admit, this is pretty good," he said with a hint of surprise in his voice.

You chuckled. "See, finally not being so cheap as usual," you teased. "Who needs beer or whiskey when you can have something like this?"

Jaehyun rolled his eyes playfully. "You and your fancy coffee-based cocktails," he said with a grin. "But I have to admit, you might be onto something here. Though I suppose that's the only thing you have going for you. In the rest, you may be helpless."

You raised an eyebrow and took another sip of your martini. You weren't sure what to make of Jaehyun's backhanded compliment, but you weren't going to let it get to you. You had worked too hard to get where you were and wasn't going to let anyone belittle your accomplishments. Instead, you simply smiled and said, "Well, I'll take what I can get."

After a moment, you and Jaehyun continued to sip on your drinks in comfortable silence. The warm water of the jacuzzi and the cool night breeze were the perfect combination for relaxation. You both closed your eyes and let out a contented sigh, enjoying the moment of peace and quiet.

You felt a sense of calm wash over you, and for the first time in a long while, you were able to let go of all your worries and stress.

The two of you continued to sip your drinks in comfortable silence for a moment before Jaehyun spoke up again. "Well, I can tell you're a hard worker," he said, studying you from across the water. "And surprisingly, not as stuck up as I thought you were."

You raise an eyebrow and set down your glass on the edge of the tub. "Excuse me?" you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Jaehyun chuckles. "Come on, you have to admit you give off a bit of an ice queen vibe."

You smirk and shake your head. "I suppose I can see why you might think that," you say. "But I'm not really like that."

Jaehyun smiles and holds up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. Fair enough," he says. "But you have to admit, you do have a certain air of... elegance about you."

You chuckle and pick up your glass again. "I'll take that as a compliment," you say. "And you, Mr. Jeong, give off a bit of a player vibe."

Jaehyun's smile grows wider. "Guilty as charged," he says, winking at you. "But you know what they say, it takes one to know one."

You roll your eyes, but you can't help but laugh. "You're impossible," you say.

Jaehyun just grins and takes another sip of his martini. The two of you settle back into a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the water and the soft glow of the moon overhead.

As the night goes on, you both continue to sip on your drinks and engage in conversation. The dim lighting of the pool and jacuzzi area creates a cozy and intimate atmosphere, and before you know it, several hours have passed. Eventually, Jaehyun gets out of the jacuzzi and reaches for something near his towel. He returns with a pack of cigars and a lighter, surprising you. You look at him hesitantly, but he simply shrugs and lights one up, offering you one as well. You both take a drag and exhale the smoke into the cool night air, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over you. For a moment, you simply sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the quiet moments of the night.

You raise an eyebrow as you look over at Jaehyun. "Well, I'll give you credit for being polite for once," you say, sipping your coffee cocktail.

Jaehyun chuckles. "I can be polite when I want to be," he replies, taking a drag of his cigarette.

You doubt that. "You're usually too busy trying to one-up me in everything," you shoot back.

"I'm just doing my job," Jaehyun says defensively.

"Your job is to be a pain in my ass?" you ask, rolling your eyes.

Jaehyun shrugs. "My job is to make sure my company is successful, just like you."

You scoff. "And yet you always seem to have a personal vendetta against me."

Jaehyun grins wryly. "Maybe I just like to see you squirm."

You glare at him. "You're impossible."

Jaehyun laughs. "You're not so easy to work with yourself, you know."

You raise an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

Jaehyun shrugs. "Take it however you want."

There is a moment of silence as you both sip your drinks, studying each other.

"You know, we don't have to hate each other," Jaehyun says suddenly.

You raise an eyebrow. "Oh really? And why is that?"

"Because outside of work, I don't think I actually hate you," Jaehyun says with a small smile.

You frown in confusion. "What does that even mean?"

Jaehyun sighs. "Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, but I think we could actually get along if we tried. Plus, it's the holidays, we should try to be civil, at least for tonight."

You study him for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay, I'll give you that."

As you finish your cigars and the night grows even later, Jaehyun looks at you and says, "You know, it's getting pretty late and we're both off the clock. Why don't you come back to my place? I've got a bottle of scotch that's been calling my name all night." You hesitate for a moment, but ultimately agree, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of spending more time with Jaehyun outside of work. You both get dressed and head out, making your way to Jaehyun's penthouse as the city sleeps around you.

—

As you watched Jaehyun expertly prepare your favorite scotch cocktail, you couldn't help but admire the way he moved around his kitchen with ease. Pouring and mixing the ingredients with practiced hands, he created a drink that you couldn't resist savoring every sip of.

"You're quite the mixologist," you said with a smile. "I had no idea you were such a master of the bar."

Jaehyun chuckled. "I've picked up a few tricks over the years," he said. "Spending as much time in bars as I do, you tend to learn a thing or two."

You were impressed by his skill. "Well, it certainly shows. This is delicious."

Jaehyun took a sip of his own cocktail, savoring the taste. "Really? What can I say, I have refined tastes."

You chuckled. "Ha! You wish. You're just trying to impress me with your fancy drinks."

"Maybe I am," Jaehyun admitted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Or maybe I just want to get you drunk and take advantage of you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Wow, that's really charming. Is that how you usually win people over?"

"No," Jaehyun replied with a grin. "I usually just rely on my good looks and irresistible charm."

Rolling your eyes, you said, "Oh, please. Don't tell me you're one of those guys who thinks he can get anything he wants just by being good-looking."

Jaehyun shook his head. "No, of course not. I also have a great personality."

"Hmm," you said, pretending to consider. "That's debatable."

As the night wore on, you found yourself sitting in the living room of Jaehyun's penthouse, sipping your drinks and enjoying the conversation. It was strange to be there with him, considering your fierce rivalry at work.

"I never thought I'd be sitting here in your penthouse, having a drink with you. We've always been such fierce rivals," you said.

Jaehyun nodded. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I never thought I'd be here with you either. But you have to admit, there's always been some kind of tension between us."

You laughed. "That's an understatement. But seriously, I'm surprised we're getting along so well."

Jaehyun leaned back in his chair. "Why's that?"

"Well, we've always been professional rivals, and we don't exactly see eye to eye on everything. But here we are, having a civil conversation," you said.

Jaehyun nodded in agreement. "It's like we're two different people at work and outside of it. Maybe it's because we don't have to be in competition with each other all the time here."

"Maybe. Or maybe it's because we're both a little... tense. I know I am, with all the pressure at work," you said, taking a sip of your drink.

Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I feel it too. Maybe if you relaxed a bit more, you'd be able to focus better."

You looked at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"

Jaehyun chuckled. "I mean... maybe if you got laid more often, you wouldn't be so wound up all the time."

Your eyes widened in shock. "Excuse me?"

Jaehyun held up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm just teasing you. But on a serious note, I think it's good that we can have conversations like this, even if we don't always agree on everything."

You nod, still a bit flustered. "Yeah, you're right. It's nice to have someone to talk to who understands the pressures of this industry."

As you both continue to talk, the hours seem to slip away, and before you know it, it's well past midnight. You've both had a bit too much to drink, enough to feel the effects but not enough to be completely drunk. Jaehyun finds himself staring at you, and he can't help but give you a compliment.

"You know, Y/N, I have to admit, I'm a little jealous of how great you are at what you do," he says.

You chuckle. "I know, I know. I'll always be the one you're living in the shadow of," you say teasingly.

Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes. "Hey, don't give yourself too much credit," he says, throwing a bit of playful shade your way.

You just laugh and shake your head. "Oh, Jaehyun," you say, before trailing off.

Jaehyun finds himself getting lost in your smile, and before he knows it, he leans in to kiss you. You initially freeze in surprise. But as your lips meet, you feel a jolt of electricity shoot through your body. Jaehyun's lips are soft yet firm, and his kiss is filled with a raw passion that you've never experienced before. You're lost in the moment, the heat between you intensifying with each passing second. The taste of scotch lingers on your tongues as you kiss passionately. For a moment, you forget about everything else—their rivalry, your work, your responsibilities. All that matters is the here and now, the two of you together, caught up in the heat of the moment.

As you continued to kiss, Jaehyun lifted you off your seat and put you on top of him on the couch. Your passion grew even more intense as you straddled him, your hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. Jaehyun's hands slipped beneath your blouse, his touch igniting a fire within you that you couldn't control. You moaned into his mouth, unable to resist him any longer.

Your hands roamed up and down Jaehyun's back, pulling him closer to you. Jaehyun's hands found their way to your waist, pulling your body tightly against his. Then, your hands worked their way to Jaehyun's shirt, fumbling with the buttons as you tried to remove it. Jaehyun pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he helped you with the buttons. Soon, you were both topless, your bare skin pressed together as you explored each other with abandon.

Your bodies pressed together, the heat between you becoming almost unbearable. Your fingers tangled in Jaehyun's hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the moment. You moved together in a dance of desire, your bodies pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable.

For a moment, you forgot about everything else—the worries, the fears, the inhibitions. All that mattered was the here and now, the two of you together, caught up in the throes of passion.

As you lay on the couch, lost in passion, Jaehyun realizes that he can't hold back any longer. He needs you, and he needs you now. Without breaking your kiss, he stands up, lifting you effortlessly in his arms, and carries you to his bedroom.

Once inside, he gently places you on the bed, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you want him to stop. But all he sees is desire, burning hot and bright in your gaze. He can't hold back any longer.

Your clothes are quickly discarded, the sound of buttons popping and fabric rustling filling the room. As you come together, your bodies move as one, lost in a sea of sensation and pleasure.

Your moans fill the room, the sound driving Jaehyun to new heights of passion. He can't get enough of you, can't stop touching you, tasting you, feeling you against him.

As you both lay entwined, your bodies slick with sweat, Jaehyun knows that he has never felt this way before. He looks at your face, searching for any sign that he has gone too far, but all he sees is raw desire and lust burning in your eyes. You want him as much as he wants you, and nothing will ever change that.

With a final thrust, you both reach the pinnacle of pleasure, your bodies shuddering with ecstasy. As you both lay there, spent and sated, Jaehyun knows that he has found a powerful attraction to you, something that he can't ignore or resist. With his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, you both drift off to sleep, your bodies still humming with the memory of your passionate night together. Jaehyun knows that he has found a powerful attraction to you, something that he can't ignore or resist.

—

You stirred and slowly opened your eyes, feeling the warmth of Jaehyun's body next to yours. As you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room, you realized with a jolt that it wasn't a dream. It had actually happened. Your heart raced as you sat up, trying to process the events of the night before.

"I can't believe this crap," you muttered to yourself, your mind racing with thoughts of how this could have happened. You knew you had had too much to drink, and the combination of that and the intense chemistry between you had led to a night of reckless abandon.

As you looked at the clock on your phone, you saw that it was only 4am. Your alarm would go off soon, and you needed to get home and start your day. You slowly slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Jaehyun as you gathered your clothes and quickly got dressed.

As you made your way to the door, you couldn't help but feel a sense of shame and regret. This wasn't like you. You had always been so focused on your work, and you prided yourself on being a responsible and level-headed professional. But last night had been different.

As you stepped out of Jaehyun's penthouse and into the hallway, you realized with a sinking feeling that you were neighbors. You both lived in the same building, just different penthouses. The thought of seeing him again, of facing the awkwardness and tension between you, made your stomach churn.

But you knew you had to push those feelings aside and focus on work. You were a professional, and you would not let a moment of weakness ruin your career or your reputation. You headed to your own penthouse, determined to start your day as if nothing had happened.

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from @/wtp.resist on Instagram:

Tax Day is Monday, April 15th... just 4 days away ‼️ 💸 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Follow this outline for an easy-to-understand guide on how to participate in war tax resistance this year. If you are unable to participate in war tax resistance but still wish to legally protest, please see slide #7. We want to encourage people to think big and act with courage, but we also understand not everyone can resist in the same way, so we wanted to provide several measures of resistance and resistance support in our Act I — War Tax Resistance — Tax Blackout 2024 Campaign.  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Our #TaxBlackout goal is 50 million people... with 16% of the U.S. population participating with at least 5% being redirected to vetted emergency relief in Gaza, Washington D.C. will receive a message loud and clear:  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ We will not fund Genocide and Imperialism!

transcript of all slides under the cut

slide 1: Act I Tax Resistance

by @ WTP.resist / We the People

The Tax Blackout 2024 Guide

Tax Resistance

slide 2: Is It Illegal?

Taking any type of direct resistance or civil disobedience action for peace often means taking risks. War tax resistance is no exception.

Since World War I, only two war tax resisters (James Otsuka (1949) and J. Tony Serra (2005)) have been brought into Federal court, convicted, or jailed because of war tax resistance. Most resisters have been taken to court for failure to file, "falsifying" 1040 forms, contempt of court (by refusing to produce records), or (in the early 1970s) "fraudulently" claiming too many dependents on their W-4 form.

slide 3: Filing And Refusing - Step-By-Step

How to File as a War Tax Resister (typical process):

1. File your Form 1040 on or before April 15

Fill out the form per IRS filing instructions. To avoid being considered a "frivolous filer" (an IRS category) and being subject to frivolous filing penalties, do not make claims or write your thoughts on the form.

2. You can enclose a letter that explains your refusal to pay part (or all) of your taxes

Many war tax resisters send letters to explain their refusal to pay is an act of conscience, of civil disobedience. War tax resistance is about refusal to pay for war, not promoting tax evasion or challenging the constitutionality of taxation or war taxes.

slide 4: Filing And Refusing - Step-By-Step

3. Refusal Options:

Refuse a symbolic amount, a percentage (at least 5%), or refuse all of the federal income tax (see next slides).

4. Withholding Adjustments:

Salaried employees can increase the # of deductions on their W-4 form at any time to owe federal income taxes on April 15, and then can choose how much you want to refuse. Take the form home fill it out and return only the first page of the form, not the worksheet (page 3), to your employer. If you are self-employed and don't use a W-4 form, you must adjust the amount of estimated taxes you pay quarterly to resist when you file.

slide 5: Methods Of Resistance

1. File and Refuse to Pay

This involves filling out a 1040 form and refusing to pay either a token amount of your taxes (we are asking at least 5%) a percentage representing a "military" portion, or the total amount (since a portion of whatever is paid still goes to the military).

2. Refuse to File a Tax Return

NWTRCC recommends filing your taxes or the IRS will file on your behalf. They cannot garnish wages until the tax debt has been assessed, which can take some time. The statute of limitations begins at the point the tax is assessed.

slide 6: Methods Of Resistance Continued

3. Earn Less Than The Taxable Income

This can involve having such a low income that you are not required to file federal income tax returns (approximately $12,550 for a single person in 2021), or it can mean filing and taking deductions so that no income tax is owed.

4. Tariffs and Excise Taxes

Today, thousands of people continue to "Hang Up On War" by refusing to pay the small amount on their local telephone bill listed as "Federal Excise Tax" or "Federal Tax." This federal excise tax, like many others, pays into the general fund of the U.S. government - the same place your federal income taxes go. The monies in the general fund help to pay for the Pentagon, the militarization of our culture, and war.

slide 7: Ways To Legally Resist

Send a letter of protest with your 1040 tax form. Enclose it along with (but do not staple it to) your form. Send copies to your elected officials.

Write letters to editors protesting taxes for war, especially when people are thinking about taxes during tax filing season between January and April.

Write a message of protest on the check you send with your tax forms.

Pay the tax with hundreds of small-denomination checks or coins.

Lobby for Peace Tax Fund legislation that would allow conscientious objectors to pay taxes to a fund that would not be used for military spending.

slide 8: Remember!

If at any time you have questions about risks and how to prepare:

War Tax Resistance Counselor: NWTRCC.org/resist/contacts-counselors

War Tax Resistance Hotline: TEL: [phone]

slide 9: Sources

Is It Illegal?

nwtrcc.org/resist/consequences

Methods of Resisting:

nwtrcc.org/resist/how-to-resist/

Legal Protest

nwtrcc.org/resist/how-to-resist/

Step-By-Step

nwtrcc.org/resist/war-tax-resistance/filing-and-refusing-step-by-step/

Tax Withholding Calculator

irs.gov/individuals/tax-withholding-estimator

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Billionaire fossil fuel mogul David Koch died August 23, 2019. Though he will rightfully be remembered for his role in the destruction of the earth, David Koch’s influence went far beyond climate denial. Ronald Reagan may have uttered the famous words, “Government is not the solution to our problem, government is the problem” back in 1981—but it was David Koch, along with his elder brother Charles and a cabal of other ultrarich individuals, who truly reframed the popular view of government. Once a democratic tool used to shape the country’s future, government became seen as something intrusive and inefficient—indeed, something to be feared.

“While Charles was the mastermind of the social reengineering of the America he envisioned,” said Lisa Graves, co-director of the corporate watchdog group Documented, “David was an enthusiastic lieutenant.”

David Koch was particularly instrumental in legitimizing anti-government ideology—one the GOP now holds as gospel. In 1980, the younger Koch ran as the vice-presidential nominee for the nascent Libertarian Party. And a newly unearthed document shows Koch personally donated more than $2 million to the party—an astounding amount for the time—to promote the Ed Clark–David Koch ticket.

“Few people realize that the anti-American government antecedent to the Tea Party was fomented in the late ’70s with money from Charles and David Koch,” Graves continued. “The Libertarian Party, fueled in part with David’s wealth, pushed hard on the idea that government was the problem and the free market was the solution to everything.”

In fact, according to Graves, “The Koch-funded Libertarian Party helped spur on Ronald Reagan’s anti-government, free-market-solves-all agenda as president.”

Even by contemporary standards, the 1980 Libertarian Party platform was extreme. It called for the abolition of a wide swath of federal agencies, including the Food and Drug Administration, the Department of Energy, the Environmental Protection Agency, the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, the Federal Aviation Administration, the Bureau of Land Management, the Federal Election Commission, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, the Federal Trade Commission, and “all government agencies concerned with transportation.” It railed against campaign finance and consumer protection laws, the Occupational Safety and Health Act, any regulations of the firearm industry (including tear gas), and government intervention in labor negotiations. And the platform demanded the repeal of all taxation, and sought amnesty for those convicted of tax “resistance.”

Koch and his libertarian allies moreover advocated for the repeal of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, and other social programs. They wanted to abolish federally mandated speed limits. They opposed occupational licensure, antitrust laws, labor laws protecting women and children, and “all controls on wages, prices, rents, profits, production, and interest rates.” And in true libertarian fashion, the platform urged the privatization of all schools (with an end to compulsory education laws), the railroad system, public roads and the national highway system, inland waterways, water distribution systems, public lands, and dam sites.

The Libertarian Party never made much of a splash in the election—though it did garner almost 12 percent of the vote in Alaska—but doing so was never the point. Rather, the Kochs were engaged in a long-term effort to normalize the aforementioned ideas and mainstream them into American politics.

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#politics #republicans #libertarians #koch brothers #koch bros #libertarianism #conservatism #ronald reagan #reaganism #charles koch #david koch #libertarian party

[yandere-writer-momo]

How about female Sikorsky and gaia hc?

The grip those two have everyone in is absolutely insane to me. But I can do it. There’s no limits to what I can create.

Sonia is Sikorsky and Gaia is… Gaia.

Intro

Part 1

Part 2

Minors DNI! Yandere and wlw content

After escaping from prison with Bambi, you made it back to Japan. You were quite upset with your friend for the whole ordeal and told her you needed some space. Bambi was absolutely heartbroken but she understood.

She still texted you everyday to check on you and she was relentless in getting you to forgive her. But you were also receiving letters from Julianna and Olivia. The two women wondering if you’d ever want something more than friendship with them (they’re very bold).

You sigh and decided to take a walk, where you run into Sonia (Sikorsky), a pretty Russian woman. You apologize profusely for intruding on her but that’s when you notice the tears in her eyes. You quickly try to reassure her.

It turns out Sonia has been overwhelmed recently and you just happened to set off a delayed breakdown. The tall blonde cries in your arms as you hold her. You smell nice and you’re tiny… not as tiny as her girlfriend, Gaia. But you’re a lot nicer to her despite the two of you basically being strangers.

Once Sonia stops crying, she quickly recollects herself. The woman clearing her throat. He icy blue eyes now taking in your appearance. Oh… you were really cute… it made her feel even worse for being such a cry baby in front of you!

You brushed some of her straight blonde hair out of her face and reassured her. Your presence was quite calming to her. Sonia asked you for your number on the spot.

A friendship bloomed between the two do you. It didn’t take long before you met Sonia’s girlfriend, Gaia. Gaia was a petite girl with a bandana on her head. She was completely bald but that didn’t take away from her cuteness. Gaia was a really sweet girl, so it was strange that Sonia would be so on guard at times around her. Gaia wasn’t scary…

Gaia turned out to be a soldier and she was a skilled fighter. Sonia was an escaped convict from Russia but it seems the two of them weren’t bad people. They were rather sweet and nice to you. If only you knew they wanted you to be their third!

Sonia and you would cook together while Gaia helped you clean. The three of you got along great! It was the perfect arrangement in Gaia and Sonia’s eye. They weren’t touchy or pushy like your other friends so this was a welcomed change!

Gaia and Sonia didn’t fight anymore with you around. It was domestic bliss whenever your presence was nearby, so they decided to ask you to live as a throuple with them.

You have no idea what a throuple is. They offer you to be in a relationship with both of them! You’re a bit thrown off guard by it but you politely decline them. There is just so much going on in your life… why are all your friends trying to date you? It was weird.

But if you accept, you’re bent and twisted in every position with one of them on top of you. It wasn’t uncommon for both to be indulging in your body as well.

Life with them was domestically blissful and sexually satisfying.

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #yandere #yandere imagine #yandere fic #female reader #Baki #grappler baki #baki dou #baki gaiden #baki headcanons #genderbend #Yandere genderbend #yandere lesbian #wlw #Baki au #Gaia Baki #baki gaia #Sikorsky #Baki Sikorsky

[ukrfeminism]

2 minute read

Police will be barred from asking for rape victims’ therapy, health, school or other personal records unless it is “absolutely necessary” under new laws to reverse plummeting conviction rates.

Ministers announced the rules as part of a new victims and prisoners law which also gives victims a right to refuse to provide the information without the prospect of the police threatening to drop their case.

The moves will mirror laws already in place that limit police access to victims’ mobile phones to prevent intrusive “digital strip searches” of their private lives, which have been blamed for deterring women from continuing with a prosecution.

The Ministry of Justice said it aimed to end “expansive fishing expeditions” for information that was not relevant to the investigation and could be used to undermine the credibility of the victim.

Preventing ‘invasive requests’

The number of sexual offences including rape have jumped by a third to nearly 195,000 since before the pandemic ,while the proportion resulting in a charge have fallen to as low as 1.3 per cent.

Since ministers pledged to tackle the crisis, the charge rate has increased, although up to 60 per cent of victims withdraw from the prosecution before it comes to court amid concerns at intrusions into their private lives, delays of two years or more in bringing cases to trial, and the trauma of reliving the attack in the witness box.

The new measures to protect from “invasive requests” will cover any official “third-party” information on victims such as education, medical, social services and counselling records.

Police will be allowed to request access only if it is “absolutely necessary and proportionate” to the investigation. They will also be required by law to inform victims about what type of information is being requested, why and how it will be used.

It will dictate that any victim must be informed their refusal to hand over their phones will not automatically lead to a police investigation being dropped.

Police face threat of legal action

If the police fail to abide by the statutory duties in the legislation, they would be in breach of the law and could be open to a legal challenge, according to John Edwards, the Information Commissioner.

Alex Chalk, the Justice Secretary, said: “This important reform will end invasive unnecessary requests for therapy notes for rape victims and give them the confidence to seek the help they need earlier, free from the fear that what they share in the process of healing could be weaponised against them.

“The Victims and Prisoners Bill is ensuring victims are treated as participants in, not just spectators of, the justice system – improving support for them while overhauling the parole system to better protect the public from the most dangerous offenders.”

Suella Braverman, the Home Secretary, said: “It is simply unacceptable that victims of some of the most traumatic crimes have had significant amounts of their personal records unnecessarily requested.”

The changes followed a Home Office consultation in 2022 which showed that almost 90 per cent of respondents were in favour of introducing a statutory duty on police forces to only make necessary and proportionate requests for the disclosure of third-party information.

[cyberrat]

80th Batch Of Fics: 15th Fill

Alastor/Vox – Part 2/2 – shibari; degradation/humiliation – Alastor plays Vox like a fiddle. :)

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“I’m going to- I’m going to KilL yoU! I’m going to riP you apppPppaAAart when I get my claws on your s-scrawny nNnneckkk, and I’ll rip those vocal chords right out of your ch-ch-ch-ch-”

Alastor elegantly drums his fingers against his chest. “My, my… but we ARE vitriolic today, hmn? I can’t help but notice that it does not stop your… member… from its unsightly excitement, though.

As so many things with you, Vox, there is no real conviction behind your words. You will say anything to please the masses but not stand behind what you are preaching. A pitiful creature. I have to admit I am ashamed that I let myself get blinded by you for so long…”

Vox’ tirade fizzles out. He hates that a part of him is actually hurt by Alastor’s declaration… and the way he said it. Like all of this doesn’t concern him anymore. Like he is no longer even interested in Vox. Like he isn’t worth more than the dirt beneath his shoe…

And fuck, why is his cock flexing now? He can feel a fat dollop of pre-cum starting to gather at the tip, tremble, then slowly stretch itself down to the ground.

Alastor clicks his tongue. His brow is furrowed. He looks honestly… puzzled, or maybe angry or some shit. Vox can’t quite make it out, it’s so fucking difficult to know what the Radio fucking Demon is thinking when he always has that fuck awful grin plastered on-

Alastor does the most curious thing then. He gets up and steps closer to Vox. Close enough that they are almost touching.

His heavy lidded eyes are on Vox’ face, watching his reaction as he… as he…

He touches Vox’ cock. The sharp tip of one elegant finger lightly nudging just beneath Vox’ glans, pushing his erection around just a little. Just enough to let him feel it.

Vox can’t help the pathetic fizzle of static briefly rolling across his screen or the little frizzled electricity sound stuttering out of his throat. He can’t help it. He can’t fucking help it.

Alastor is touching his cock. The fucking Radio Demon is touching his fucking cock and he looks like he debates whether or not to cut his hand off after this. Vox’ body convulses briefly, the lust curling through him downright painful.

Alastor nudges his cock again… and again… with the air of a child poking at some roadkill with a stick. Vox’s breathing is labored. He can’t help how his hips try to curl downward, trying to chase the touch. He can’t help how pathetically turned on he is by Alastor’s attention.

The orgasm he’s had after Alastor had come back and shamed him in front of the whole Pride ring had been the best he’s had in years. He’d rubbed it out hard and fast and had not allowed himself to dwell on it too much… but now Alastor is here and he is touching him and looking at his body’s pathetic reaction as he is strung up by his own wires and kept immobile.

“Let’s see… this might make for good radio. A little shallow diversion to the regularly scheduled screams and pleas. I think you would rather enjoy it, though. Having everybody bear witness to your utter depravity… And I can’t have that, can I? Hmmm what a conundrum.”

Alastor is moving around him; slow, measured steps as he looks at Vox from every angle. Looks at his body trembling with lust. He must be able to see how close he is to shooting his load. He simply must be aware-

“There is also a certain draw to keeping this private, however. I have to admit that I am a little curious…” Alastor trails off.

Vox has no idea what he is talking about. He can’t even see him, though he is trying; but there are limitations to what he can do and the edge of his screen keeps getting stuck against his shoulder.

And then there it is: a touch between his cheeks, a brief pressure against the tight clench of his hole and the ruthless thrust past the trembling muscle into his body, spearing him on but a single finger. The leather of the glove catches painfully at his rim though at this point it just feeds into the feedback loop that is crawling up and down Vox’ body.

He can feel his face glitching, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and then as a viscous, electrically charged liquid from the edge of his TV’s frame.

Alastor has… Alastor is…

“What th-the- ThE FFf-fFFuuUucckkk?!”

“Interesting.”

“WHAT?! TAKE YOUR FF-F-F-FUUCKKKKKING FFFF-FFFIING- I’M GONNA GONNA GONNA GONNA-”

He is cut off by more fingers thrust into him. His mouth, that is. Alastor has complete control over his body with the way it is trussed up. Vox can taste the leather of his glove and the metallic tang of old blood as the fingers press down on his tongue, rendering him mute for the time being.

It would be so easy to just bite down, but… but…

“I advise you to simply be still now. Your stuttering and posturing is quite embarrassing, you know. You pathetic little worm. How easily you are made a slave to your nasty little desires.”

He moves his finger. It’s just a single one, but it is the immediate center of Vox’ obsession as it thrusts deeper into his body and lightly wiggles around. It is as if Alastor is searching for something, though he wouldn’t be able to feel anything through his gloves. Vox thinks. He’s not too sure. He can’t really process what is happening.

His face keeps trying to glitch but can’t really with the fingers rubbing idly against his tongue.

Apparently dissatisfied with what information he is gaining, Alastor forces another finger into Vox and spreading his hole apart on his knuckles.

Vox can feel his cock flexing, dripping more to the ground where it glows in the darkness. Shadow and light are playing off their immediate surroundings as his face keeps twitching.

“I find myself getting surprised despite myself about the utter depravity of some folks,” Alastor suddenly says. It sounds like he is just talking aloud to get his thoughts out there. His utter… disinterest in Vox’ desperation is only adding fuel to the fire burning in his chest. “How gauche you sound. How lewd. I might have been mistaken after all. This makes for very cheap audio indeed. I don’t think I could live with myself knowing I bring my listeners such sub-par radio entertainment.”

The fingers thrust deeper, twisting cruelly and, by some form of miracle or Alastor’s design, press hard and unrelenting against Vox’ prostate.

He is done for. He can’t stop the Bluescreen, no matter how much he is struggling to keep himself together.

The last he hears before his senses shut down in a big show of sizzling sparks is Alastor’s disappointed voice reprimanding him: “I will have to rethink a collaboration. I have standards after all – and you with your little toys are far beneath them.”

When he comes to again, Vox is lying on the ground, his cables an absolute mess and his body aching considerably. His memory only gives him bits and pieces of what has happened, so he painfully drags himself over to his console and slams his fist against a button.

He watches on the screen as he hangs limp from his cables and Alastor’s vines, the little space filled with the cool blue light of his Bluescreen.

He watches as Alastor pulls his fingers out of his body and wipes them clean against his hip with a pinched expression of disgust.

Before he just waltzes out of the room, he twists his head and peers directly up at the single emergency camera that had been recording, his mouth forming the words: See you.

Vox growls, head knocking hard into the edge of his desk, fist slamming repeatedly into whatever he can reach.

Lost. Again!

FUCK!

#cyberratting writes stuff #hazbin hotel #alastor/vox #radiostatic #humiliation kink #degradation kink

[beardedmrbean]

The man charged with killing a Broomfield teen and his mother in a Dec. 12 crash while drunken driving was waiting for a jail bed from a recent alcohol-related driving conviction when he crashed into the pair’s vehicle, according to the 20th Judicial District Attorney’s Office.

Jose Menjivar, who also goes by Jose Guadalupe Menjivar-Alas, had also been deported from the U.S. four times before the crash, an Immigration and Customs Enforcement spokesperson said.

He is charged with vehicular homicide and driving under the influence in the deaths of Riordan and Melissa Powell in a crash near Broomfield High School.

Court records show Menjivar had four previous alcohol-related driving offenses stemming from incidents going back to 2007 in Boulder County and had been sentenced in the most recent case just four days before the Broomfield crash.

He pleaded guilty to two charges of driving ability impaired and one charge of driving under the influence, as well as a harassment charge, District Attorney spokesperson Shannon Carbone said in an email.

Prosecutors argued Menjivar should be sentenced to a year in jail in that case, Carbone said, but the judge, Zak Malkinson according to court records, sentenced him to work release and probation and allowed Menjivar to wait for a bed out of custody.

“The prosecutor correctly believed this defendant was a danger to the community,” Carbone said. “Instead, the Judge ordered 365 days of work release. The sentence, in addition to work release, included two years of probation and other requirements. The Court allowed the defendant to wait out-of-custody for a bed in the work release program — over our office’s objection.”

In work release programs, inmates stay in jails except when authorized to leave for work.

The judge at Menjivar’s sentencing noted he had served 100 days in jail leading up to the sentencing and tested sober “for a significant period of time,” Carbone said. “Those are significant factors, but our office still fought for straight jail time to be imposed immediately.”

Online court records show Menjivar previously failed to appear in court multiple times, leading to the case being drawn out over seven years before he pled guilty to a lesser charge of driving while ability impaired in June 2023.

The sentence was 365 days work release on each case to run concurrent to each other, “over our office’s objection,” Carbone said.

Four days after the sentencing, while waiting for the work release bed, Broomfield police say Menjivar got drunk and drove twice the speed limit near a high school and crashed into Riordan and Melissa Powell’s vehicle, killing them.

Steve Kotecki, a public affairs officer with ICE’s Denver field office, said Menjivar had also been removed from the U.S. four times since 2009.

“ICE records show that (Menjivar) has been previously removed and has no regard for immigration law,” Kotecki said. “As part of its routine operations, ICE targets and arrests noncitizens who commit crimes and other individuals who have violated our nation’s immigration laws. All noncitizens in violation of U.S. immigration law may be subject to arrest, detention and, if found removable by final order, removed from the United States, regardless of nationality.”

An immigration judge issued a final order of removal for Menjivar on April 14, 2009, Kotecki said.

His removals from the U.S. were in June 2009, June 2012, November 2014 and January 2015.

In connection to the Broomfield crash, ICE Denver lodged an immigration detainer with Broomfield County on Dec. 18, 2023, Kotecki said.

#nunyas news

[just-late-roman-republic-things]

Part 3 of Cato Causing Problems: In which Cato single-handedly invents the filibuster for all the wrong reasons.

(It's Caesar. The reason is always to fuck over Caesar.)

It's 60 BCE, and Caesar's returned from governing Spain! He managed to start a war, kill a bunch of people and steal enough shit to get out of bankruptcy, which in Roman society is apparently a good thing. And he would very much like to hold a triumph for that, please. The Senate says sure.

Except, of course, for Cato.

See, Caesar also wants to run for consul. But to do that, he has to be in the city limit, and he can't enter the city limit without giving up his right to hold a triumph. So he also asks the Senate to let him stand for office "in absentia" - scare quotes because he has arrived in the outskirts of Rome, you could chuck a lemon at his head from inside the gate, but he still needs to get an exemption to run for office and also have a triumph.

This isn't all that unusual; Pompey, Crassus, Marius, and other generals have all been granted that exemption in the past. The majority of the Senate is in favor, too.

But Cato isn't having it. So he uses a procedural rule in the Senate meeting to start talking. And keep talking. And keep fucking talking, until sundown when the Senate is required to disband, thus preventing a vote from being held.

I need to emphasize at this point that Caesar has not actually done anything to Cato, except for sleep with his sister and disagree with him in a meeting. Cato has attempted to literally have Caesar killed at least twice, possibly three times, and is still mad at a man he hasn't seen in two years.

Anyway, Caesar's forced to choose between either holding a triumph (by which point the election will be over) or running for the consulship and losing his triumph. Caesar's like "Eh, I'm brilliant, I can always start another war," and runs for office. He wins, because he's Caesar (and may have bribed people) - but not before Cato and his buddies freak out and start bribing other voters to vote for Cato's son-in-law Bibulus.

The Roman system, however, had the delightful and terrible feature of electing the top two candidates to the consulship, which meant that Caesar and Bibulus now had to co-parent a nation without killing each other for an entire year! Yay...

Bribery is a blurry concept in Roman elections. To some degree, candidates were supposed to be ingratiating and generous to voters as a sign of respect. Elections were the one time the common man had power over the aristocracy, and people expected some appreciation in exchange for the "gift" they bestowed by electing someone to office. But what one candidate might call a courtesy to the citizens, his opponent might call bribery and corruption.

Caesar almost certainly engaged in what we'd consider bribery by modern standards, at least for some of his elections, but it's not clear whether he did so beyond the cultural norms for his time. Many unsuccessful candidates claimed the victors used bribed even if there was no evidence for it. Caesar was never actually charged with bribery ("ambitus") even though many of his contemporaries were, and a conviction would've prevented him from taking office. And, despite the optimates' better reputation, they made bribes, too.

This also had a deeper, nastier echo ten years later: after conquering Gaul, Caesar wanted to finally get his triumph, and to run for the consulship in absentia again. Cato, again, denied Caesar the chance to do both. But the stakes were so much higher after ten years of political polarization, and that time, Caesar wasn't willing to give in.

Adapted from Julius Caesar and the Roman People, by Robert Morstein-Marx, pp. 109-116)

(Part 1, Part 2)

#every time a politician filibusters they're invoking the ghost of cato #who would probably get mad at them for wearing pants to work #cato the younger #cato causing problems #julius caesar #jlrrt reads #robert morstein-marx #julius caesar and the roman people #caesarhell #jlrrt essays

[yuraimi-lee-bunny]

Honestly, my passion for Carmen Sandiego and Red Crackle has never ceased, but I was too busy with various little things that I didn't have time to share. But I finally have time, I read a BEAUTIFUL Red Crackle fanfic, so I have a lot of inspiration to share little ideas and crossovers.

1.- I have had this headcanon/crossover since the beginning of this year and I love it! And it may sound very strange but I don't care, here I go: I started watching Bluey at the beginning of this year, I love the Heeler family and since I found out that they're australians I couldn't help but think that Chilli and Bandit would adopt Gray. Gray would love his sisters Bluey and Bingo.

2.- This is perhaps more of a... VERY vague idea but, I find it curious that Gray is an orphan while Chilli suffered a miscarriage, thus losing her first child (it's confirmed by the creator) That has sometimes led to thinking that Gray is the long lost son of Chilli and Bandit. I know, that sounds crazy, but I find Bandit and Chilli's personalities to be similar to some that Gray has.

3.- This is more of a fanfic idea I had two years ago that I didn't get a chance to write, but I want to give some context on the idea at least:

I had the plan of a fanfic where the worlds of Carmen Sandiego and Blookyn Nine Nine were united. Where Amy Santiago was actually not the only woman in her family or the least of they. The Santiagos had a girl named Carmen Santiago, but she was the most rebellious of all. Unlike her parents and family, Carmen had her own convictions and she didn't like that pleasure of having to compete to be the best brother (she knew she was the best), much less being SO organized or SO disciplined as her sister, Amy. She even learned to steal on her own, which made her parents feel ashamed and her male brothers angry because Carm always hid his belongings from them (except Amy. She liked to tease Amy by calling her "nerd" but deep down she loved her a lot) The only thing in common that Carmen and her family had, was wanting to be a police officer, but again, under their own rules. In summary: The Santiagos had enough of Carmen when she turned 18 and they wanted to put limits on her, to the point of threatening to take her last name and basically kick her out of the house. Carmen took it seriously and she did it all by herself. She left the papers at the house and said please NEVER say that she was a Santiago again, she wasn't going to tell them where she was going to live or the new name she had given herself. The only one who was hurt by her departure was Amy, because although she cared too much about her and her black sheep attitude (nickname that she earned from her entire family) she admired her a lot and she felt attached to her. A year later, Amy received a letter from someone named "Carmen Sandiego" to find out that she was her younger sister. Carmen only sends her letters very occasionally, but still, she's appreciated by Amy and knows that her younger sister can take care of herself. Although sometimes, she has rarely been caught by the police for robbery, which worries Amy and when she goes to see her, she's greeted with the notification that Carmen managed to escape from the police station. Out of respect for her sister, Amy has never mentioned her existence, taking the role of being "the only daughter of the Santiagos, and the youngest".

On the other hand, Jake Peralta discovers that he has a younger half-brother, in Australia! Yes, although his father had mentioned to him that he had half-brothers and half-sisters scattered across the United States (and now apparently in other parts of the world) at the last minute, his father informs Jake that he must pick up his younger brother from the airport, since his mother has died and no one in the mother's family accepts him as part of the family. Jake is very excited about this, because for the first time he would meet a brother and he wanted to be a big brother figure for him (and yes... Jake practiced his lousy Aussie accent) Jake only knew his name was Graham, but on the sign it just said "My Aussie younger half-brother" (he didn't put his name because it didn't fit on the sign) While waiting, he noticed something like the good detective he is: a young man was helping a person with his luggage, but with great agility he had stolen the man's wallet. Jake approaches him saying in a low voice "please return the wallet, or no nachos and beer for dinner today, mate" Yes, Jake noticed by the way he spoke that he was Australian, and by certain features that he was from the Peraltas according to In Jake's eyes, Jake was worried that they could be very polar opposites simply because he's a detective and his Aussie brother a thief.

Obviously, there would be Red Crackle, the Red team, the 99 team, VILE, ACME, action and comedy, but I never had the time to write it and since English isn't my forte, the truth only stays in my head many scenes and beautiful moments.

And that's it! Sorry for my long post and if you read it all, I really appreciate it! There is a Red Crackle fic narrated by Gray that if I wanted to do, it would be a one-shot with an optional crossover epilogue, but I hope I can finish it hehehe.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #graham calloway #graham crackle #red crackle #bluey #bluey heeler #bingo heeler #chilli heeler #bandit heeler #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn 99 #amy santiago #jake peralta #peraltiago #crossover

[bearded-shepherd]

Kentucky Passed HB470 Anti Trans Bill in the House

Another one goes and it's real bad, like tans youth can't even change their name via court order bad [Full Bill Here]

In Summary:

Any healthcare provider may have their license terminated if they give gender transition services to a person under the age of 18 and the provider is liable for all costs and damages if convicted

The statute of limitation can last 30 yrs after the person attains the age of 18

Prohibits any public funding for gender affirming care

Prohibits any medical coverage like Medicaid for gender affirming care for a person under 18; any insurer caught doing so will be liable

Schools are required to notify parents of said child under the age 18 if the child is expressing "sex or gender inconsistency with exceptions" ( the exceptions are "if in good faith and with reasonable cause, determines that the student is a victim of physical, sexual, or substance abuse by that parent") (page 31. Line 27. Page 32. Lines 1-2)

Registered certificates like birth certificates cannot be changed for any trans person under 18

Names cannot be changed under court orders for any trans person under 18

Employees at The Department of Juvenile Justice are required to deadname and misgender trans detainees

But the most fuck part is that majority of Kentuckians don't want this type of law passed.

A lot of this "Culture War" and anti trans bills aren't as popular as ya may think it is when it comes to a lot of the constituents.

In A Recent Survey Here:

Of Kentuckians, 71% say they would oppose a proposed state law that would allow the state to overrule parents’ decisions to obtain health care for their transgender teenager, the poll finds

Of Democrats, 83% and 62% of Republicans say that they are opposed to such a law

The trend transcends regional differences, with a majority in urban and rural areas of the state saying they would oppose such a law

The polling comes as the Republican-led legislature has filed a number of bills aimed at transgender Kentuckians

#trans healthcare #gender affirming care #us politics #politics #trans youth #lgbt rights #kentucky #news #lgbt

[kaiwewi]

May I please request a part 2 of guilty conscionse? I loved it! Preferably one where hero finally breaks and as villain is trying to save them, they are crying and begging them not to hurt them.

Thank you for the request, I hope you'll like it! Unfortunately (for the hero mostly), there won't be any rescue attempts in this one yet. But we'll get there eventually xD

Guilty Conscience #2

[Masterlist: Renegade Rescue Squad] [Part 1]

Synopsis: neither the little hero nor Villain are enjoying their stay in Other Villain's torture dungeon.

tw: whump, captivity, talk about torture, needles

“You’re quite right, birdie,” Other Villain said with a shrug. They’d put the magnets back into a pocket of their lab coat. “A less fatal approach is indeed preferable. I should learn to not be so wasteful; such beautiful specimens are hard to come by.”

Villain suppressed the furious urge to scream.

The hero was a person.

And what a person they were – fuelled by foolish hope and ardent convictions, a daredevil spirit in a teenager’s body. Calling them a specimen… Other Villain was a sadistic monstrosity, even more so for thinking themself a scientist.

“We do have more sustainable options.” A smirk spread on Other Villain's face. This psychopath Villain had so recklessly allied himself with was circling the little hero again. Prowling. Assessing. Scrutinising. “We can take our time, get to know each other. I could familiarise you with my rather extensive collection of bacteria colonies, all stored in adorable little Petri dishes. One of my favourite hobbies – my pride and joy.”

The hero looked calmer than they should be. How could they listen to this and remain sane? The gleam in Other Villain’s eyes alone made Villain nauseous enough as it was and he wasn’t even on the receiving end of their attention.

He shouldn't be here. This entire alliance had been an enormous mistake, but he only had himself to blame. He’d been aware of his colleague’s reputation from the start. But since this was going to be just a temporary team up, he hadn’t though… well.

He hadn’t thought.

Oh, how convenient it had been to turn a blind eye to tales of horror when he hadn’t yet had to witness any such atrocities in person, when the likelihood of taking prisoners during their limited time working together had seemed so slim, when Other Villain hadn’t expected him to stand by and watch as they ripped apart a living breathing human being.

And if he told them to stop, would he be next? – Possibly.

He cursed silently.

The hero started squirming in their bonds with renewed vigour when Other Villain stepped closer and loomed over them, gleefully jabbing a finger into the hero’s upper arm. Other Villain started listing bacteria they could infect their poor victim with and instruments they might use to accomplish the task.

“Now, a subcutaneous injection with so-called ‘flesh-eating’ bacteria…”

Villain had stopped listening. He was observing the rise and fall of the hero’s chest, keeping count, calculating. Their respiratory rate was definitely above 25 breaths per minute. Elevated. Perhaps close to hyperventilation, though the breathing seemed too shallow. Their pulse was probably—

“No!” the little hero shrieked.

Other Villain had produced a syringe with a clear liquid from their pocket and was trailing the needle tip down their trembling captive’s arm, taunting.

The hero shook their head. “No, no, no, don’t…”

“Not to worry,” Other Villain said, their tone a mockery of reassurance, “it’s going to be just fine. While an untreated infection might result in your death within a week or so, if you start begging early enough – and trust me, you will – I could still save you with antibiotics. For the right price.” They smiled, self-satisfied and cruel. “This method has the additional advantage of being repeatable.”

The hero looked about ready to faint or spiral into mindless panic. One more ghastly tale or mention of bacterial infections might push the poor thing over the edge for good. Yet somehow, they appeared to have retained a modicum of self-possession, because even now they managed to narrow their eyes and glare.

“Why are you like this?” they asked, and the wobble in their voice did not undermine the venom in their tone, though tears had begun to roll down their cheeks. “You’re seriously screwed in the head, you fucking freak.”

“I think” – Other Villain cackled – “you might have a point there.”

They thrust the needle into the hero’s arm.

[Part 3]

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