#execution tw

[jesseleelazyblog]

Unethical Executions in April

Micheal Smith is being executed in Alabama despite having an intellectual disability that would disqualify him from the death penalty in any other state. The only reason he is still being executed is because of a few confusing technicalities in Oklahoma law.

Petitions Here:

Letter Writing Campaigns for oklahoma residents here:

Missouri is slated to execute Brian Dorsey despite his claims of ineffective counsel and the fact that he is picture of remorse and rehabilitation: he turned himself over to the police and pled guilty, has had a flawless prison record, currently resides in the honor ward while working as a prison barber (a highly coveted job only given to trust worthy inmates), and has about 60 prison staff members advocating for the commutation of his sentence.

Petitions Here:

Letter Writing Campaigns and other actions for Missouri Residents here:

https://www.archstl.org/missouri-bishops-others-request-clemency-for-brian-dorsey-first-inmate-to-be-executed-this-year-9478

#missouri #oklahoma #oklahoma politics #missouri politics #death penalty #end the death penalty #signal boost #anarchism #anarchy #current events #criminal justice #criminal justice reform #progressive politics #progressivism #leftist #leftism #leftist politics #progressive #wrongful execution #execution tw #Execution #Oklahoma execution #Missouri execution #Micheal Smith #Brian Dorsey #Save Micheal Smith #Save Brian Dorsey #true crime #Executions #Stop executions

[rpmemes-galore]

#A mood. #Disability #Chronic pain #Dark humor tw #Torture tw #Execution tw #Death tw #Health tw #This is how I'm doing ATM #But gonna be lurking ish here for a bit tonight. #Internet is down tho while provider fixes an issue #So lurking on mobile only. Gonna just add things to the queue tbh #Not a meme #Personal

[calofhearting]

Where: Capitol party, day forty-nine Who: Calista and open

If Calista had learned one thing in her time in the Capitol, it was that the party always went on. She had thought that it might be canceled after the execution of the District Twelve stylist, but she should have known better. The party would go on as if nothing had happened. It was jarring, the way that nobody was talking about it. And if they were talking, it was about what a traitor Cinna had been, and how Portia Lux had come back to the right side. They spoke of it as if it was a television show.

It made Calista sick. And yet...she smiled and said nothing.

Sometimes Calista looked in the mirror and didn't recognize herself anymore. Calista had always prided herself on knowing who she was when she grew up in District Two. But a few months in the Capitol and she was suddenly not sure who she was anymore. It was a realization that kept her up at night.

A glass of champagne in hand, it scared her how normal it felt to be dressed in a pretty dress, standing in the Capitol, while terrible things happened around her. But what choice did she have? She had been left behind.

Sensing someone, Calista plastered her best Capitol smile onto her lips. "Lovely night, isn't it?" A sudden rush of disgust and self-loathing hit her, and she downed her glass.

#eventideevent04 #eventidestart #eventidesots #death tw #execution tw

[erisharrington]

Location: Capitol shop, post-execution Eris and open

The whole sordid affair between the stylists from District Twelve and their spectacular fall from favor was the kind of gossip that the readers of Capitolite Glamour wanted to read about, but Eris had been in this business long enough to know better. It was a shame, though, she thought. Perhaps a word in President Snow's ear could get her the green light. She would have to send out some feelers to see what was approved.

It was disappointing, really, but what better way to distract from a disappointment than shopping? Eris needed some new dresses, all of hers were so last Hunger Games season, so it was time for a change. And you never knew what you might hear at one of the shops, anyway. People just loved to gossip amongst the racks of clothes.

Spotting a familiar face amongst the racks, a smirk formed on her lips. "Oh, darling! It's been too long, how are you?" She paused, eyeing the garment in the other's hand. "You're not thinking about getting that are you?" Eris looked doubtful for a moment before her smile returned. "It's so last season, you see. But for you, I like it."

#eventideevent04 #eventidesots #eventidestart #death tw #execution tw

[vengefvlx]

Where: Portia's flat in the Capitol

When: Day 48, a few hours after Cinna's execution

Who: Portia and Domi ( @incaensio )

Portia didn't know what to feel. It was quiet. Too quiet. Before today she hadn't even realised just how long she'd been in that cell. 48 days was a long time. It was also not that long either. She hadn't even known what she was going to do when she'd stood on that stage alongside Cinna. All along she had stayed on his side, been the unified stylists from 12. But when she'd been stood on the stage, facing her imminent death, she had realised that whilst she loved Cinna she hadn't wanted to die for something she didn't believe in. She loved Cinna, but she wasn't going to allow him to drag her down. And so she hadn't.

And now she was sat in her apartment. She'd probably sat there for at least an hour, as if she had forgotten how to function. She hadn't had to function over the past 46 days. She'd barely left that cell. She was free now. But it had come at a cost. Her boyfriend was dead. And despite knowing she hadn't done anything wrong, she felt guilty. She had only been trying to survive, and Cinna had had no intentions of denouncing. So she'd done the only thing she could, she'd saved herself. Yet still, some part of her mind was telling her she'd betrayed Cinna.

She hadn't known what to do, but her body had taken her to the phone, and she'd ended up dialling Domi's number. The woman, her former mentor, had been the one who had styled her and Cinna earlier that day. Maybe that was why she was on her mind. Domi had also been a major factor in how Portia had gotten to where she had. She didn't know if she could trust her. She didn't think she could trust anyone. But she could talk to Domi, and that was probably what she needed right now.

So she'd arranged a time for Domi to come over, and before that time had managed to get herself in the shower, so that she at least felt a little bit human. And now she was sat on the couch, the clock ticking away, getting nearer and nearer to the time that Portia hoped Domi would come.

#threads:domi #eventideevent04 #character: portia lux #death tw #execution tw

[cantdanceflynn]

Took you long enough.

#IGNORE THE FACT THAT THIS IS THE ONE CIRCUMSTANCE WHERE ALICE BEING DEAD IS UNIVERSALLY A BAD THING DESPITE IT ALL #ALSO THIS IS A WHILE BACK IN DOOFS REIGN HEHE #EXECUTION TW #NOT RLY V GOREY BUT I AM PROUD OF THE PERSPECTIVE #PHINEAS AND FERB #PNF #PNF DEITY AU #ACROSS THE SECOND DIMENSION #2ND DIMENSION DOOFENSHMIRTZ #HEINZ DOOFENSHMIRTZ #ALICE LUOJA #EXECUTION #GORETOBER #CANDY-ART

[johnseymour]

And if there's a reason I'm still alive When so many have died Then I'm willing to Wait for it

#edits. #muse. #death tw #execution tw #an edit with hamilton lyrics what is this 2016!!!! #long post tw aklfkjskfl

[ceceliaknowsbest]

Location: Tribute Center, 8th floor, day 59 @fatefought

Cecelia, please, you have to say goodbye to Sterling. He's going to be your downfall, please. Tell them you don't love him anymore.

Claudia's pleas still rang in her head, just like the sound of the gunshots ringing in her ears. Had that been real? Was her best friend truly dead? None of it felt real, but then she looked down at her hands and saw the blood. It had been real. Claudia was dead. Her parents were dead. The people who had made a second home for her were just...just gone. None of it felt real.

She had barely been able to focus on what was happening to her, her eyes so swollen from sobs when she had been dragged out of her cell again. Cecelia had thought that maybe this was it, and she felt a pang of relief, only to be thrown into the familiar confines of Floor Eight. How many times had she walked through that door? She half expected to see the ghost of Woof standing, waiting for her by his chair.

Instead, they had told her to wait there. What was she waiting for? Cecelia walked through the familiar rooms. Nothing had changed in the room, but everything had changed. Woof was dead. Her mentor. Her partner. The man who had stepped up as a father to her after her own father died.

Cecelia sensed him before she heard him behind her. It had been how many days since she had seen him? She had no idea.

"President Snow." Cecelia's voice was hoarse from her sobs. It was strange. How many days had it been since they had been in this very room? His warning still rang in her ears. "Why am I here?"

#( interactions. ) #eventidepast #eventideevent04 #child endangerment tw #psychological torture tw #violence tw #death tw #grief tw #execution tw

[high-def-max]

Justice for Raheem

Raheem Taylor is an innocent person scheduled to be executed by the state of Missouri in early February 2023 despite indisputable evidence of his innocence.

If you live in Missouri, please call your governor and ask him for clemency.

Please sign Raheem’s petition below.

For more info on the case, click the links below the petition!

change.org/JusticeForRaheem

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1CYcR0kkXyg5cO4ecWyesutnkuehOWRXj/view

https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/10p_cTeXi7gVtEp3SEpEC03PjImyyWzvJ

#justice for raheem #death tw #execution tw

[richardofrochford]

@edmcndd, tower of london

Richard understood well that the death of Lady Talbot was a necessity, that it was something which needed to be done. After all, not even a whisper of treason could be permitted when whispers could easily grow. He could hardly disagree with the notion that the noblewoman had made a mistake in her words, and it was best to make an example rather than allow such things to fester unchecked.

Even so, he was not a heartless man, least of all when it came to those he knew intimately. By most accounts, he could certainly count Edmund Percy among his intimates in more than one sense of the word, and there was no doubt that today's events had taken more of a toll on him than others. Richard was not so blind as to not be able to see that the woman who had lain her head upon the block today was Edmund's blood relation, and that he had been forced to watch the swing of the sword by the King's own hand. It was troublesome, naturally; though he was beyond hopeful that it would never come to pass, the thought of same fate befalling any members of his own lineage was a hard one to swallow.

As the gentleman who had been gathered began their retreat from the Tower Green, Richard took the initiative to approach the Earl, uncharacteristically at a loss for words. "I would that we were seeing each other again under better circumstances," he finally said, finding difficulty in meeting Edmund's eyes. "Are you... alright?"

#edmcndd. #execution tw #the death knell.

[enkisstories]

Execution by getting fed to a sentient plant - it's the opposite of wasteful.

Look at us, the First Order proclaims, Look at how efficient we are! And remember that you might be next...

John wants to run, wants to bury his face and ram his fists into his ears, but he knows he owes this to Caroline. Still he cannot bring himself to look at the grizly scene.

What if Caroline is turning her head towards John this very moment? The man feels like shit for denying his partner a final look into his eyes.

The sticky tongue grabs Caroline.

It is wet with digestion fluid from anticipation. This snack isn't a skinny prisoner, that Godmother usually feeds on when the need for organic fertilizer arises, but a well-fed entrepreneur.

Oh, yes, Godmother thinks as she pulls in her meal, business trips can sure be nice.

The giant plant creature swallows - John knows this sound will stay with him for as long as he lives.

Onlookers at their TVs at home could swear to see movement down her gullet, as vermicular movement transports the victim into Godmother's stomach.

Officer Eoura: "Is she ready for the next one?"

Daniel: "Looks like it."

A stormtrooper kicks the convict's hat with the plastic-framed glasses off. Unlike clothes, accessoires like this one do not agree with Godmother.

#death tw #execution tw #sims4journeytobatuu #simblr #battleforbatuu3

[bigothteddies]

tumblr added polls you have to let us name your balls now

….I now know how the town jester felt when he met the hangman’s noose

#asked and answered #anon #death tw #execution tw #hanging tw #😔😔😔 #i dont have access to the feature yet; tumblr says it should be available within a few days for everyone i think #ill post a poll when it is #also #WHO ARE YOU THAT REMEMBERS THIS #TUMBLR POSTED THAT POLLS ANNOUNCMENT LIKE 3 HOURS AGO?! #AND YOU WERE IMMEDIATELY LIKE ‘Hell yes time to name Teddy’s balls!’?!?!?!

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Whumpuary 4

Whumpuary prompts should theoretically make up one cohesive narrative, though I'm not currently putting in the effort to flesh out the story around the prompts just yet. I have good intentions to do so eventually. Masterlist. Oh yeah and they're totally out of order, chronologically.

((content warnings: Hostage situation, execution, character death, animal attack (snake), Avada Kedavra, parental betrayal ))

promptspiration: @whumpuary 04: Kneeling

Whumpee: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Whumper: Voldemort, Lucius a bit Pairing: Harry/Draco whump type: self-sacrifice fic type: Deathly Hallows "Voldemort learns Draco hooked up with Harry" AU

This whole battle of Hogwarts needs to be rethought a little, because I'm not at all trying to rob Neville's badass moment and all, just needed to also get Draco there. Also placeholder Harry/Voldemort conversation is placeholder.

words: ~650

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They marched on Hogwarts. His father held him at wandpoint, but it was pure theatre. There was nothing he could have done to run or resist anyway. Not after so long.

A line of resistance trickled out to meet them on the grass before the splintered doors — teachers, older students, Aurors, parents, adults who had come somehow to fight. It didn't seem that Harry was among them. His father's grip on his arm tightened painfully, and in a moment Draco saw what his father did — his mother was over there, on the other side. She was staring at him, and it was so powerful it almost hurt, to see her again after all these months, and she looked healthy and whole. But on that side… His relief turned to bitterness and he could only bow his head with clenched teeth, willing her silently to run away so that she didn't die. 

Voldemort stepped ahead of his army, subtly flanked by Bellatrix and Snape. His amplified voice rang out around them, echoing behind each of their minds. 

"Your final hour is drawing to a close, Harry Potter." At a nearly-imperceptible gesture, Draco's father pushed him forward and down, and he ended up kneeling at the Dark Lord's feet, facing the defenders. He could feel the tip of a wand at the back of his head. One thought from Him and it was all over… 

"How many more lives must be lost to your futile pride? Who else are you willing to sacrifice to save yourself? I take no pleasure in this." Liar. "But I have given you my word, and I will keep it. When your time is up, I will execute Draco Malfoy and move on to every man, woman, and child who stands between us." 

"I wasn't avoiding you, Tom." The line shifted and let Harry walk out between them. Draco's eyes widened — how could he let himself be here? How could he let himself be caught? — and he shook his head, until the Dark Lord grabbed a fistful of his hair to stop him. 

Harry met his eyes and gave him a soft smile. "It's all right, Draco. Just hold on." He looked at peace and Draco hated it, hated everything about it. He needed to be angry! Defiant! He needed to run away, or have a plan, or anything, not just give up! He was the only hope…

"I take you're ready, then?" 

"Yes." Harry didn't even draw his wand. He just looked at Voldemort, and then he looked at Draco. 

"A wise decision. Avada Kedavra!"

And Harry fell.

"No!" He wasn't the only one who cried out, but he was the only one of those close enough to reach him. Yet Snape got there first, blocking him away from Harry's body, checking for a pulse.

There was commotion behind him, and Draco only then realised that the Dark Lord had fallen, and Bellatrix was leaning over him. Please be dead, his mind chanted. Please let the curse have rebounded again. Please be dead. Please have killed yourself properly this time. Please be dead.

"He's dead." But the voice came from Snape, not Bellatrix. It was the wrong one. 

"No!" Draco doubled over. "You idiot!" he yelled through his tears. "What's it all for if you just die?" 

The Dark Lord snapped for Bellatrix to get off of him and regained his feet. Draco's father grabbed his arm to get him out of the way and hissed "Get up!" in his ear. 

"Thank you for reminding me, Lucius. Nagini."

He was still on the ground when the snake struck. Fangs filled his vision, and then the stabbing pain of a bite, and then again, and his veins seared as venom coursed through them and blood poured out onto the grass. His father's voice yelled out, and Voldemort said coolly, "Such are the wages of treachery. You didn't really believe I'd let that live…"

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno4 #kneeling #harry potter fic #harry/draco #draco whumpee #voldemort whumper #whump writing #whumpitlikeyoumeanit wrote it #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #execution tw #self sacrifice whump #self sacrifice

[mockingjaysfm]

plot drop           .         𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙴

TW : EXECUTION , GUNS , REBELLION , FIRE , MURDER

the day has come . did you sleep well ? did you sleep at all ? TRIBUTES are awoken at the crack of dawn by their escorts , though their voices are somewhat more SOMBRE as they collect you from your bedroom . it is time to be transported to THE ARENA .

you dress in comfortable clothes , a cotton t-shirt and loose pants . your stylist will be waiting in THE LAUNCH ROOM to dress you in a uniform better suited to the arena . on shaky legs you make your way to the elevators . . . but the door does not budge . your escort frowns , continues pulling at it , but it is jammed shut . you're LOCKED IN . what is the meaning of this ? your escort demands , and you wish it would just open . it only prolongs the INEVITABLE .

you hear static and you turn into the living area where you see the television has turned itself on . the screen is blank for a few moments but then you see it , footage from a riot . it looks to you like DISTRICT ELEVEN , citizens fighting peacekeepers , fires breaking out , buildings gutted and wrecked — it cuts out quickly but you saw it . a message from the rebellion that something , finally , is happening . who else could be in uprising ? who is doing this ?

outside of the locked doors , a rebellion works quietly , discreetly . guarded by GLITTER BELCOURT & ERIS DOUGLAS , DANYA HASRI is working to keep the footage coming , to override the elevators and the systems which keep you locked inside . ARES COIN , GALE HAWTHORNE & LARISSA RAVINSTILL are in the hangar , hidden in the bowels of the hovercraft which will take the tributes to the arena . they plant something there , a device which will cause the aircraft to shut down , and they slip away before the peacekeepers surrounding the hangar notice them .

a distraction in the gamemaker's room , CASSIUS SNOW exclaims that his console isn't working , and the others notice this too . it is pandemonium now , panic as they realise that the games are happening TODAY and they have no access to the arena . whilst the chaos ensues , a weapons cache is collected deep in the city by PRUDENCE WARREN , LYSANDER CRANE , JETT GAUL & KRISHNA KHATRI , rushed back to the tribute center where it is stashed discreetly away , awaiting word for its use .

it has gone smoothly , too smoothly . the groups split up and scatter into the tribute center as instructed , told to keep a low profile and await the fireworks . but three are caught by patrolling PEACEKEEPERS , already on high alert from snow as he works to find out what is holding up the tributes . FLORENCIA KAELIN , JETT GAUL & LYSANDER CRANE are escorted to an empty room in the center . " we've found three rebels , sir . " one of them speaks into a headset , and it is clear that they are careful not to mention any of their names . the peacekeeper listens a moment , then nods at the others .

the peacekeepers raise their guns to each rebel's head . BANG . a shot rings out , but it is the first peacekeeper taking out the other two . they shove the rebels out the door and tell them to scatter , not to get caught this time . their identities should be safe for now with the others dead and the cameras out thanks to danya's work in the control room .

the doors unlock for the tributes once the rebels release their control , but it's too late , the hovercraft is down and the gamemakers have no access to the arena . for the first time in its history , THE HUNGER GAMES has been delayed .

whew that's a long plot drop ! summary is : the rebels have taken over several important points in the tribute center and have caused the hunger games to be delayed by a day . three were caught and brought to a room to be executed on snow's orders , however a rogue peacekeeper set them free before it could happen . the plan was successful , and rebels are awaiting further guidance from president coin . your muses are free to wander the training center as normal , since snow is trying to make it seem as though all is under control .

please feel free to continue old threads as normal , but please tag accordingly .

the plot drop is taking place from NOW so feel free to begin writing new threads . please note that if you are indeed writing a new starter for this plotdrop , the rule still applies to respond to 2 open starters if you haven't already .

any questions feel free to ask , and please let me know if i forgot to include any of your muses in the above !

#guns tw #execution tw #rebellion tw #fire tw #murder tw #mj.one

[femaleganondorfdragmire]

There is too much doubt as to whether or not Kosoul Chanthakoummane is actually guilty to go through with his execution next month!

He has maintained his innocence since 2006 and there are too many unanswered questions to say that he is definitely guilty. His execution cannot proceed.

You can read his story (and sign a petition to the Texas parole board to halt his execution!) At the above link.

#execution tw #innocence project #kosoul chanthakoummane #texas #too much doubt

[bloodydayshq]

Bloody Days Plot Drop ‘The Death Knell’

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟏𝟓𝟓𝟗: At the tip of everyone’s tongue is the blackened name of the Lady Talbot.  

It is early morning. Seditious news travels across the court, wafting with the mists and salt-airs of the Thames, on 9 September 1559 – a day which historian Alison Weir will coin, four hundred years later, as ‘one in which an almost assuredly innocent woman was put in peril of her life.’ As Lady Elizabeth Talbot, sister of the Duke of Norfolk, travels by barge to the Tower of London, a welter of dark, chilling rumors ripple across Hampton Court like the river’s turbulent, white-capped crests. Rumours mount into hearsay; hearsay twists into whispers of heresy and treason. But truth, in this haunted Tudor court, tends to be stranger than fiction…

Received by the ominous traitor gates of the White Tower, Elizabeth’s mood ricochets between anger, despair, hope, and grief – concealed beneath a facade of protested innocence. Lady Talbot had tread a dangerous course by employing her maidservant, Margery Hallows, to dispatch a letter to far flung Catholic relatives in France – her words containing ominous, but largely innocuous, predictions about the King’s life. Intercepted in Calais, Margry and three of her kinsmen – George, Arthur, and Walter Hallows – are hauled back to London, thrown into the Tower’s keep, and sentenced to death. Lady Talbot is tried in a private court before a council composed of the King’s greatest magistrates – including Lord de Vere, Lord Cecil, Sir Walsingham, Lord Wiltshire, Lady Talbot’s brother, and the Duke of Northumberland – and declared guilty. She remains lodged at the Tower, her fate held in the King’s mercurial hands.

But today, on the morning of 13 September, the King and his court will observe three men – George, Arthur, and Walter Hallows – take their final, desolate journey from Tower to the Green and beg for the King’s mercy, their faces bound in white masks. Then, as cannons shot out from the Tower’s keep honour the hour – a knell of death – the traitors will be made to place their head upon the block and die, in the presence of all the court. The ginger-bearded Boleyn King, seated on his throne, watches distractedly: behind him standing a cluster of grave-looking, richly-dressed relatives.

A dark ditty circulates across the crowds:

When the Tower is white, and another place green, Then shall be beheaded three men before the queen.

But as the September wind rages and howls, the headsman’s ax will tremble over the traitor’s necks. It will take three botched swings of the hatchet to dispatch George’s head from his shoulders; two to deliver Arthur to God’s outstretched hands, and four for Walter, afterwards held up by his long, fair hair before the shell-shocked crowd, his mouth still trembling. Gore soaks the ground; the traitor’s heads dribble onto a bed of straw; the faces of those closest to the scaffold, hungering for a spectacle, are speckled in blood. Minutes later, a hysterical Margery mercifully joins her brothers in death: a single stroke of the sword ending her life.

When all is said and done, the King and his court will migrate to a breakfast banquet held in the Great Hall of Hampton Court, where the Tudors’ mercy will openly mingle with their cruelty. They will feast to justice and triumph with wine, roasted swans dressed in their original feathers, seasonal fruits, delectable confections, and a spread of blood-red pomegranates, musicians still beating at their joyous dirges – as if the entire gruesome morning had been long forgotten.

#bd.event #bd.plotdrop #bd.event003 #blood tw #execution tw #gore tw #history rp #period rp