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mayhaps-a-blog · 11 months
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I know Palpatine controlled the courts and all that, but I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if Mace Windu had been about 20% less done and ready to go through one more circus to take down the Sith Lord:
Anakin: He must stand trial!
Mace: He has control of the Senate and the courts. He's too dangerous to be left alive!
Palpatine: I'm too weak. Oh, don't kill me. Please!
Anakin: It's not the Jedi way. He must live!
Mace, having just woken up from the most refreshing nap of his life before Anakin barged in to tell him about the Sith Lord, looking at Anakin, who clearly hasn’t slept in three days and is running off caf and stims; looking back at Palpatine (clearly playing some sort of game), apparently confident Anakin will help him.
Mace: Ugh, fine. Cut his hands off, we’ll take him into Jedi custody.
Anakin: …His hands?
Mace: He killed three Council members in like two seconds! Did you not notice the bodies? We can’t afford him trying to escape at full power! It’s his hands or his head, Skywalker!
(Anakin had not, in fact, noticed the bodies.)
Palpatine: Please! I need my hands to save your wife!
Anakin: !!
Mace: ??
Mace: Your- never mind that! What did he promise you?
Anakin: Padme’s dying! I have to save her!
Mace: Amidala? Why isn’t she with the Healers, then??
Anakin, not listening: I’ve been having these terrible visions! She’s going to die in childbirth!
Mace “I don’t have time to unpack all this”: Anakin! Focus! Help me bring the Sith into custody; then we can get Amidala to the Healers, and whatever Dark influence he had over her will be broken!
Palpatine, who hasn’t actually done anything to Padme, just Anakin, but knows exactly how this looks: Shit.
Anakin, who is a good Jedi outside of Palpatine’s influence, wants nothing more than to end the war so he can sort his personal problems out, and whose only hesitation was over Padme: Palpatine = Sith = Dark --> Dark visions?? = OH
Anakin, happily cutting off Palpatine’s hands: Yes, Master! :D
Promptly runs off to go find Padme.
Palpatine: SHIT
Mace, staring after Anakin in exasperation as he’s left alone in a room with a Sith Lord: Well, I made a promise. Come along, Mister Sith, we’ve got some nice padded Force-proof cells for you. Please try to escape so I can kill you before we get there, it’ll make all our lives much easier.
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curseofhyperfixation · 9 months
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How are the archivists doing lately?
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Bickering.
And they have not stopped for at least 8 months.
(Where are the other two? I haven't finished their design dhsaiudh sorry-)
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cerosin-bis · 9 months
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Like. I can't stress this enough this is literally kruegergolem.
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suturaura · 5 months
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thegetdownrebooter · 11 months
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i'm sorry but it actually kills me that people think kendall telling roman he fucked it (which he did) is the worst thing he did last episode like bffr.
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#like y'all can't be serious#what about him making rava cry and blocking her car like a psycho??#what about him blowing up at jess and giving her the “your nothing without me” speech#what about him threatening to take the kids ????#that's actually really fucking scary because he COULD#he is not some middle class man from ohio like he can paint rava as hysterical woman keeping him from his kids and then it's over#it doesn't matter that he's a deadbeat#it doesn't matter he nearly commited suicide in front of them#it doesn't matter that he is an addict#he's still a rich man#rava is a woman that clearly isn't a one percenter like she is fucked fr#unless she escapes to canada with the kids and changes her name#why do people not realize how scary it is ???#he wants CUSTODY like it's over#also him telling roman he fucked it is very mild compared to what the roys do to each other#roro made incest jokes about his future nephew/niece being his but you draw the line at kendall telling him the truth???#be fr#also kendall was never interested in being co-ceos with roro lmfaoo he only did that to ice shiv out#he has always wanted the crown but since he doesn't consider roro a threat (unlike shiv) he was fine with aligning himself with him#roman woobifyers have lost the plot#none of the roys are normal like they were raised to compete with each other#and it's not like kendall lied like mencken had no interest in blocking the deal anyway so kenrome fucked democracy for nothing#and it's partly roman's fault for getting played#and the crying didn't help either#kendall roy#succession#succesion hbo#fandomshit
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radioactivepeasant · 1 year
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Fic Snippets: Free Day Thursday
By way of poll, we're back to the Gremlinverse. Damas is now actively involving himself in The Haven Situation
Damas secured the cloth around his head, tightening it over his crown. Just because the Baron was dead, didn’t mean his supporters were. The council that ruled the day to day matters of the city still wanted their previous king dead, last Damas had heard. If they were to discover that not one but three members of the House of Mar lived, they'd be livid.
Securing the turban with a pin, Damas turned to pick up his scarf and froze.
The other Mar -- the one calling himself Jak -- stood in the doorway, watching him. Now that he'd been noticed, the little boy tensed up.
"Uh-"
That was all Damas managed to get out before the child bolted.
"No wait-!"
By the time he'd rounded the corner, Jak was nowhere to be seen. With no one there to witness, Damas didn’t mind letting his shoulders fall. Mar remembered him, Mar was safe and happy and alive. That was more than he could have hoped for already. But the way this second child flinched away from touch and wouldn't trust more than three people-
It ate away at him. It burrowed into Damas’s heart like a thorn and jabbed deeper with every mistrustful look Jak cast at the world around him.
Sig said this boy had been older before. Something to do with a Precursor -- what a week it had been if that wasn't the most unbelievable part of the sentence -- trying to undo some horrible thing Praxis had done to him. Something about a perversion of time and space: doubling a child and forcing him to grow up unnaturally quickly to become a soldier. Or, that was the gist of what Sig had picked up. It did explain a lot of the boy’s reactions. But to know that someone had done this evil thing to Mar -- even if it was not the same Mar he had delivered and cradled from birth -- filled Damas with a rage that threatened to undo all his efforts to present a non-threatening front.
Praxis was dead, and that was as great an injustice as what had befallen his son. Or sons, rather.
Yet the elder boy, the one Sig was so fond of, he said that he and Jak had been there to watch to life flicker out of Praxis's eyes. They'd stood there dispassionately, listened to his death rattle, and then moved on to dismantle his ultimate weapon, irreverently tossing pieces of it onto his corpse. There was a kind of vindication in that. It still stung that Damas could not have avenged his children himself, but at least Jak had been able to see his enemy brought low.
The sound of a muffled argument down the stairs drew Damas’s attention. He crept down the stairs, deftly avoiding the spots the children had already demonstrated to be creaky. As he drew closer to the back of the bar, Damas identified one of the irate voices as Jak’s.
"-suddenly I've outlived my usefulness, is that it?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth, Jak!"
That one sounded familiar. And irritating.
"You know better than anyone that destiny comes for us whether we're ready or not. But in your...current state...it is better for you to prepare to face that destiny. Leave the ridiculous dangers for when you get some power back."
Damas peered around the edge of the doorway and glimpsed Jak baring his teeth and a short, mossy green man with a hefty piece of wood in his hair.
"There it is. It's always about power, isn't it? Gotta make me a super-soldier again so you don't have to do your own work. I knew you hadn't just spontaneously grown a conscience," Jak said bitterly.
"That's the dark eco talking," the tree stump man said condescendingly. "I told you, you need to learn control, and discipline! But no, no one ever listens to old Samos. He's only-"
Jak interrupted him, scurrying to cut off his approach. "You come near the kid and I'll show you just how "controlled" the eco is. The Precursors erased all the experiments -- too bad for you -- and most of my impulse control."
He balled up his fists and took a ready stance.
"Hand to the Oracles, I will channel a fireball straight into your unmentionables if you say a word to Mar or Daxter."
Damas had heard enough. He stepped down out of the wide stairwell with a noticeable thump and squared his shoulders. As expected, both the two arguers and the girl at the bar flinched or twitched at his sudden appearance.
"Is there a problem here?" Damas asked calmly.
He looked around the mostly empty pub and frowned.
"Where's the gangly boy?"
"He left me behind!" Jak snapped, then retreated into a shadowed booth. To sulk, apparently.
The girl cringed. "There's...Commander Torn sent Daxter out to the North Agriculture sector to deal with some metalheads trying to nest down there. Jak was all ready to go, but they kept giving him the run around."
She aimed a skeptical frown at the little green man. "Samos was pretty insistent that Jak stay and train his channeling, but I'm pretty sure Jak is already an expert. He got shorter, not less skilled."
Damas rubbed his chin. "And Jak and Daxter...they are not often apart, are they?"
Samos made a rude noise. "That little weasel's been riding Jak’s coattails since they were sprouts. He's the sidekick."
"He's my brother!" Jak snarled, coming partway out of the booth.
"And he's a better man than you'll ever be!"
The girl tensed and leaned clenched fists on the bartop. "Mr. Hagai, I've just about had enough of your attitude. What is your deal, dude? I swear, you're physically incapable of seeing Daxter without becoming verbally abusive."
Samos rolled his eyes. How airheaded did this girl have to be to have been taken in by Daxter's wild stories? It didn't bode well for the protection and guidance of Jak's younger self while they scrambled to put the Time Map back together.
"When you're older, and maybe wiser, you'll understand why I have to be tough on them. I don't expect a bunch of kids to know what's best for them."
"Wow." The girl curled her lip at the sage. "Yikes."
"Don't bother with him, Tess," Jak grumbled from the booth. "Getting Samos to say something nice is like talking to a rock."
Damas filed the name away in his head and realized he'd gotten her mixed up with the other blonde that hung around the bar.
Tess was the teenager with the creative weapons, Jinx was the grown man. Not the other way around.
Tess turned towards the corner where Jak had sequestered himself. "Has he ever apologized for any of that?"
"Uh, no. That would require convincing him that he's wrong."
"Mm. That's about what I figured." Tess shook her head and leveled a dirty look at Samos. "Jak, lemme tell you something my mama told me when I was little: never trust an adult who refuses to apologize to a child."
"Oh for taproots' sakes. Daxter isn't a child!" Samos argued.
"He's seventeen!" Tess answered sharply, "And you guys sent him out there without his backup!"
Damas held up his hands as if holding both of them back. "Alright. I've heard enough. Hagai: leave."
Samos turned to squint up at him. "And you are...who, exactly?"
Damas raised an eyebrow in silence and waited for the crabby little man to connect the dots. He turned a gratifying shade of gray when the realization hit him, but Damas wasn't in the mood to answer any questions. He stepped around the bar and crossed the room in two great strides. Taking hold of the sputtering sage's arm, he continued on to the door. As it opened, he swung back his arm and in one fluid motion he flung Samos out onto the street.
"Out," he said firmly.
"I-! You-! I've- why I've never been so insulted!" Samos gasped.
"How lucky for you to have a new experience, then," Damas answered dryly. Then his face hardened.
"I don't know who you think you are, but your meddling is not welcome in my family. And you can tell that Guard commander and the Praxis girl the same thing."
He didn't wait for an answer.
Damas stepped back and keyed the door shut with a smack against the palm pad. Rotting sage. Hagai's grandfather hadn't been nearly so insufferable! Samos seemed to have the idea that he was the main character of some epic tale, somehow.
"Ugh. Thanks for that," sighed Tess. "Usually the old stump's daughter keeps him in line, but she's been busy putting together the fundraiser Reconstruction Race in Main Town. Not easy when you're no longer tall enough to reach your tool bench."
The girl massaged her temples. "Hand to the Oracles, I'm this close to making a rule that Samos can't be in here without a chaperone."
Damas took a seat at the bar and, on a whim, passed a small metalbug gem to her. She took it, smiled softly at the way it reflected the light, and slipped it into a drawer.
"Right, back to business. What can I get ya?"
"Not for me," Damas waved a hand. "Compensation for having to deal with that sort of person. And..."
He looked away.
"And as thanks. For having their backs."
He didn't specify who "they" were, but he didn't have to.
Tess’s face fell a little, and she propped her chin up on her hands. "This whole situation is making everyone act like they've lost their minds," she confessed. "Jak and I have run three different Council Guards out of here at gunpoint already, and I'm pretty sure my apartment is under surveillance."
"Why is there a Council at all? Aren't those Praxis supporters?"
Damas blinked, and suppressed a start upon realizing that Jak had crept out of the booth and was standing at the edge of the bar, scowling. He was only a few feet from Damas now, and Damas kept still. No point startling the boy back into the shadows again.
"Well, according to Torn, we can't just imprison the old regime and start over, or we're the same as Praxis," Tess answered. "Still, you'd think he'd do something to keep you and Mar out of the middle of the power struggles."
Jak scoffed. "You'd think. But this is the guy who sold Mar out when the Baron threatened Ashelin."
Tess went very still, just as Damas stiffened. A coldness flooded the girl's face, and she turned slowly to look at Jak.
"Torn did what?"
Jak gripped the counter edge tightly. "And Samos and Kor. Remember when Dax and me busted you guys out of prison? It was Torn’s fault."
For a long time, Tess didn't say anything. She kept an impressive rein on her facial expression, but Damas could see a wealth of pain in the girl's eyes. Anger, shock, horror and betrayal- all too familiar to the former king of Haven. Then she slumped and closed her eyes.
"After the kinds of things I've seen as a spy, I don't know why I'm still shocked," she said in a shaking voice. Wiping her eyes quickly, she cleared her throat. "Gods, maybe Sig was right, Jak. We should've just left when he offered us the out."
Jak slipped around the bar to lean against her in an awkward attempt at comfort. "We couldn't. We didn't have Mar back yet. Daxter says it's their fault, not ours."
"Yeah." Tess dropped an arm around Jak’s shoulder. "I guess."
"If Dax wasn't attached to this place, I'd say we should just go," Jak suggested. "Grab Mar, grab Chopper, and just go."
With a faint smile, Tess nudged him. "Maybe we can convince him to open a sister location somewhere that wasn't just overrun by metalheads. You know he only likes this building because we "inherited" all of Krew's booze and didn't have to actually buy the supplies."
Up to now, Jak had been giving Sig excuses for staying in the city -- some because he didn't trust Damas yet, others for Daxter's sake. This was the first indication he'd given in Damas’s presence that he wanted to leave Haven. If ever there was a chance to convince the boy to go to Spargus, this was it.
Damas stood and stretched his spine with a grunt.
"Alright then."
"Alright then?" Jak echoed, squinting at him warily.
The king shook out his arms. "Keep an eye on your little brother, will you? I shouldn't be gone more than two hours."
Jak wrinkled his nose and looked vaguely concerned. "Where are you going?"
"To retrieve Daxter," Damas replied. "If you truly wish to leave Haven, the middle of a regime change is a good time to do so. Especially if they're already trying to put you under surveillance."
Abruptly, the guarded look Jak had been wearing since his arrival faded. He looked unsure, suddenly.
"You're...gonna help him?"
Damas flashed a brief smile. "Considering he's been keeping up with you all these years, I'm sure he has the situation in hand. But another blade in the fight never hurts."
"Oh," said Jak quietly. He opened his mouth as if to say something else, then closed it again. He nodded sharply, and took a breath.
"Uh...watch your back out there."
"I will, son." Damas returned the nod. "I suggest locking up until I come back, if the place really is being watched. Don't let anyone in."
"Good plan." Tess let go of Jak and fished a keycard out from under the bar. "I'll lock up and we'll post watch in the stairwell. Jak, you go get Pow-Pow out of my gun safe."
"I don't need the smaller gun!" Jak protested.
"It's for me, doofus!" Tess retorted, "You think I'm letting you or Mar put your grubby hands on my custom baby?"
"Oh. Nevermind." Sheepishly, Jak took the keycard and darted up the stairs.
Tess looked back at Damas. "You're really going to get all of us out?" She folded her arms. "Or just the boys?"
"Sig might shoot me if I leave you behind," Damas joked dryly. "If he offered you a way out, it means he's sponsoring you for citizenship."
Growing serious again, he added, "Call me if anyone tries to get in."
"I'd worry more about Jak getting out."
"Well," Damas sighed, "at least that hasn't changed since he was little.
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abusivelittlebunny · 11 months
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Arthur after having multiple children from multiple different men
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I'm sure he's well versed in yeehaw times birthcontrol methods (hop off the dick or buck the alpha off of you before he nuts inside game out of this word) but then again which omega doesn't become a creampie slut during their heat? Exactly. So I can imagine Arthur has like four kids running around his legs when he's back at camp, all of them chirping mommy mommy ma ma mama ma momma when he's back from robbing or hunting. He may have had another baby when he was still very young, before Dutch and Hosea found him that he had to give up for adoption which he regrets and has not seen it since. But every time Arthur would get down and dirty with whichever alpha that he took a fancy to at whichever town, he'd try his best to not get knocked up, or drink some medicine after, but oh well. He still has the four rascals that got away that he couldn't for the life of him give to better homes than what he could provide. Hosea still warns him every time he sees Arthur interested in another alpha that he should be careful this time because there are enough mouths to feed at camp, but Dutch always says Arthur's more than welcome to bring more little Arthurs into the world for Papa Dutch to adore (as if he helped with the kids beyond bouncing them in his lap and putting them to sleep with his lifestories). Arthur promises he's good with the brats he has on hand, he doesn't need more, he barely fits in the bed with them anymore they're growing so fast, but well. Charles has been awfully helpful with them and hinting to him that he'd be a good dad, and Micah has been trying to get into his pants as well (as if Arthur would let that rat bastard), and that photographer, Mason, he's been very sweet and courting of Arthur, and that little French fella has been flirting with him really hard and... well. Arthur's only human, and accidents do happen....
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zoriety · 6 months
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every old british novel be like "I adored mr collywobble but it could never be for he was poor. I detest mr wankersworth but he has often possessed money whereas collywobble has some money now, but new money is not the same as old money, and thus does not change the fact that he is, broke arse... I threw myself to the bed and wept bitterly"
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 8 months
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"THAW'S FLIGHT, CAPTURE IN NEW HAMPSHIRE AND PRINCIPALS HERE SEEN PICTORIALLY," Hamilton Spectator. September 13, 1913. Page 1. ---- After his deportation from Canada, his wandering flight in an auto and his rearrest at Colebrook. N.H., Harry K. Thaw started his fight all over again to keep out of New York state, where Matteawan asylum is located. This general view of Colebrook shows the road Thaw took and the spot where he was arrested. William Travers Jerome of New York city, Thaw's Nemesis, was quickly on Thaw's tracks and was responsible for his arrest. E. Blake Robertson is the Canadian Immigration official who led the party that subdued Thaw at Conticook when he resisted and hustled him over the border into Vermont. The map shows the route Thaw took after being released in Vermont until he was nabbed in New Hampshire.
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hoperays-song · 1 year
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The Gang’s Jail Sentences
I should preface this with my favourite lovely warning: I AM NOT A BOARD CERTIFIED ATTORNEY OF LAW. I do NOT have a degree in this. I have done research, yes, and come up with somewhat of a defense and timeline but still, I AM NOT A LAWYER. I’m just a hyperfixated idiot. Enjoy!
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During the events of Sing One we see Johnny’s family/the Gang commit several crimes. However, they are only caught after one failed heist. So, I will be calculating the charges they faced as well as providing possible defenses and my version of sentencing. Everyone ready for a ton of legal mumbo jumbo? Great! Let’s dive in.
Ps. I’m so sorry for the delay y’all, I know I promised this a long time ago but I really wanted to do it right. I hope y’all enjoy!
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Definitions:
I wasn’t kidding when I said their would be actual legal vocabulary here so let’s go over what it all means.
Wobbler: a special class of crimes involving conduct that varies widely in its level of seriousness.
Misdemeanor: a non-indictable offense, regarded in the US (and formerly in the UK) as less serious than a felony.
Felony: a crime, typically one involving violence, regarded as more serious than a misdemeanor, and usually punishable by imprisonment for more than one year or by death.
Parole: the release of a prisoner temporarily (for a special purpose) or permanently before the completion of a sentence, on the promise of good behavior.
County Jail: a facility operated by or for a county for the confinement of persons accused or convicted of an offense.
Sate Prison: is for inmates serving lengthier sentences on crimes that are more severe in nature.
Sentencing: declare the punishment decided for an offender.
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Crimes and Their Sentences:
Grand Theft Larceny - Wobbler (anywhere from less than a year in County Jail to 3 years in State Prison)
Wearing a Mask - Misdemeanor (up to 6 months in County Jail and a $1,000.00 fine)
Gang Involvement - Wobbler (anywhere from less than a year in County Jail to 3 years in State Prison)
Marcus Exclusively: 
Escape from Custody - Wobbler (anywhere from less than a year in County Jail to 3 years in State Prison with no parole)
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Maximum Sentencing vs. My Sentencing:
Max: 6 months in County Jail, $1000.00 each, 6 years in State Prison (plus 3 years in State Prison and no chance of parole for anything for Marcus).
My Sentencing: 7.5 months in County Jail, $1000.00 each, 2 years of formal parole, 400 hours of community service for Stan and Barry, and 490 hours of community service for Marcus. All of them also were ordered into court mandated counseling/therapy due to the results found by the court appointed psychologist for the enterity of their incarceration and parole.
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Explanation and Defenses Used:
Now, you all might notice that my sentencing was much, much, much lighter than the maximum sentence. However, that is because I believe they were not prosecuted for some of the potential charges and they also were allowed parole in change of some of their sentence.
Firstly, I do not think they would be prosecuted for Gang Involvement, mainly due to they barely qualifying as a gang by California State Law. By their definition, a gang is:
“a criminal street gang is any ongoing organization, association, or group of three or more persons, whether formal or informal: 1. That has a common name or common identifying sign or symbol; 2. That has, as one or more of its primary activities, the commission of [a crime listed in Pen. Code §186.22(e)(1)-(25), (31)-(33)]; AND, 3. Whose members, whether acting alone or together, engage in or have engaged in a pattern of criminal gang activity.””.
Now why wouldn’t they be prosecuted for this? We see them fitting those descriptions after all. And while we saw those defining actions, the prosecutors definitely didn’t. 
We see how criminally smart the gang actually is multiple times in the movie. For one, we never see them try to physically confront anyone that tried to stop them, they just ran. That allows them to avoid all the potential aggravated assault on peace officers charges. 
Secondly, when they are captured, they immediately surrendered, no fighting, no running, they immediately surrendered. This allows them to escape literally all evading the police charges as well as them instantly being marked as cooperative, which is extremely useful in their case. 
Third, they seem to move fast. In the first heist we see them pull off, the alarm does not start ringing until they break the window. Now, why would that mean they move fast? Banks and jewelry stores both have something called silent alarms that can be subtly triggered by staff in case of a robbery. Judging by the obliviousness of the nearby officers, that alarm was not triggered. Meaning, no one knew that the gang was there until they were escaping. In fact, it’s hinted that the main heist we see is the longest one yet. Judging by how down to the second everything is planned, they were a bit more nervous about this heist than the other ones. And most of that time is traveling discretely so they aren’t caught. Not only do they see to move fast, they seem to be non-violent offenders.
Finally, the fact that there were only three of them (they clearly covered for Johnny, he wasn’t even shown to be questioned so they definitely denied his involvement) and they view each other like brothers, they definitely denied being a gang and instead identified themselves as brothers who committed a crime together. Also, Johnny wasn’t recognized by the Bear Gang (to be fair they were busy, but still) and you would think he would if have been if he was viewed by other gangs as the son of a rival gang leader. Therefore, I believe their actually identity as a gang was not that solid and they weren’t seen as one in a court of law. And that lightened their sentence considerably.
In the case of the other crimes, I think that Marcus’s escape and the Grand Theft Larceny were both demoted to misdemeanors. Why? Because in the eyes of the court, they are first time offenders. From what we can tell, they were not linked back to their previous crimes, and therefore I will not be calculating that into my sentencing. Sentences for first time offenders (in some cases) are considerably lighter and I think that was part of the case here. 
The rest of the case here is public opinion. Your court sentence is largely based on what the judge deems appropriate. And public opinion can definitely influence that by swaying the judge’s view on the case. The thing is, the public of Calatonia would definitely be on the gang’s side. Why? Because Johnny, that’s why.
Johnny would have just appeared on tv as a performer at New Moon Theatre and as we saw, he drew in a bit of a crowd during his performance during the ending scene. Those fans would definitely want Johnny to be reunited with his dad sooner and could petition the court for a lighter sentence. Not only would his fans potentially influence the sentencing, but Johnny’s mere existence would too.
From what we can tell, Marcus is a single parent. And while Stan and Barry might lend a hand here and there with helping him with Johnny, Marcus is clearly doing majority of the parenting work. Whether his other parent is dead or just divorced, it’s clear that Johnny doesn’t see living with them as an option (he chose to stay in the garage alone). Why is this important? Because Johnny’s primary caregiver (Marcus) and his two other caregivers who he’d probably be sent to in an emergency (Stan and Barry) are now all incarcerated. That means that Johnny (he is implied to be around 17 in Sing 1 so that’s what I’m going with) would be sent to foster care. And if Johnny had happened to recently gone through a traumatic event, like for instance, just throwing it out there, being trapped in a flooding building, or having all of his family be sent to jail, he would more than likely be evaluated by a psychologist to see what the potential effects of sentencing could have on him.
I don’t think it would surprise anyone if I said that I believe that the psychologist would more than likely decide that Johnny would be negatively affected mentally and emotionally if he was kept from his family the full maximum sentence. What kid wouldn’t be? That, along with the gang being non-violent, first time offenders who had (in the court’s eye) been just every day citizens til then, they would have more than likely been given lighter sentences that would have resulted in their release a few weeks before the events of Sing 2, around only a year later.
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amatres · 1 year
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the apparent feelings bann teagan has for the female warden becomes even funnier in the timeline they're a mage, bc like, she's partially responsible for the fact that jowan got out of the tower and was put into the situation to poison arl eamon to begin with
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kazieka · 11 months
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trigun update: oh he is just a silly little guy. just a silly birthday boy. it’s his birthday and everyone is so mean to him
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ap-trash-compactor · 1 year
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here’s how thryce can still win
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headlinehorizon · 7 months
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Headline Horizon: Escapes from Police Custody Raise Concerns about Hospital Security
In the latest news, multiple prisoners have escaped from hospitals while in police custody, prompting questions about the effectiveness of security protocols. Find out more about these alarming incidents and the ongoing search for the escaped individuals.
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note-boom · 1 year
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I've been a bit away for a while because Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint was literally eating at my heart and soul whilst breaking my brain and gluing it back together with craft glue (why I chose to read a 1.1 million+ book during a busy time? I don't know), and of course I'm gonna relate BSD and ORV together now.
Not gonna ramble, just gonna say, I think if you like BSD, you'll like ORV.
Chaotic humor ✅
An unhinged group of mentally ill adults + kids with questionable morals ✅
A protagonist that's been alone most of his life ✅
Partnerships that will mess you up ✅
Writing/story/literary references and themes ✅
Found family ✅ ✅
Arcs that will grab your brain and shake it like a piñata before stuffing it with new perspectives ✅
A fish nickname ✅
And ORV does it better don't come at me I still love BSD
Listen.
If BSD made me fall in love with literature all over again, then ORV made me fall in love with reading and writing again. If BSD takes the existentialist themes in literature and emphasises the search for meaning in life, then ORV takes the theme of a story to break it down and relate it to the makeup of humanity itself.
And I love both very much.
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imwritesometimes · 10 months
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the photo the PD released to the public of the escaped inmate
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Is giving me major
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Vibes
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