#job injury attorney

[odglaw]

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#truck driver injury lawyer #work injury attorney #injured on the job

[gielarowskilawfirmsblog]

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#personal injury attorney #job injury

[sku11s1asher]

neuvillette x male reader for soulmates au😞😞 enemies to lover trop to omg there both rivals but slowly fall inlove with each other😭

neuvillette x nb/male reader (soulmate au)

note: ermm ignore how long it took, i forgot to check inbox, also i didn’t go too much into enemies more like haters to lovers lol (this is a long drabble bc i couldn’t think of any main prompts, enjoy it bc it really is long oops)

ooc neuv , suggestive , also they don’t really go in a order so yeah

fem dni

before finding out your soulmates (d1 haters frfr)

⋆ you and neuvillette seemed to argue over every little thing. if you breathed in his direction he’d mumble something under his breath, causing an argument.

⋆ everyone thought you both were dating, every single time you both even come close to each other theres some awkward sexual tension

⋆ he criticized every little thing you did, if said something a little wrong, he’d make fun of you, always having to run his mouth

⋆ now you personally didn’t really believe in soulmates because of how hard it is to find yours, to find your soulmate you have to actually touch them; not a touch as in accidentally graze but like an intimate type, a hug, etc.

⋆ if you are a attorney, you always would always drag on the case longer than it needs to be just to argue a little longer (you also did it to spend more time with him but, i won’t tell anyone your secret)

⋆ neuvillette and you had some weird type of rivalry, you guys knew each other for a while, every single time you felt as neuvillette liked someone you ended up taking them from him and he did the same to you.

⋆ at the same time, he didn’t honestly know how to feel about you, your personality was so different from his. he tried his best to stay away from you but, clearly it didn’t work.

⋆ his hatred for you was also contributed because of your friends, the people you hang around, the not so liked people in fontaine.

⋆ he felt as you were a competition for him at the same time; you were a little too good at your job (whatever you want it to be), now it may not necessarily be at his level but you were too good for his liking.

⋆ his emotions and feelings are all over the place. he couldn’t decide if he hated you, didn’t care, or was jealous.

⋆ neuvillette always looked at you, even if it was a look of hatred, love, admiration, anything. he always had some type of eye on you, he felt some time of connection with you.

⋆ if you ever got in trouble, he took the blame for it, which was odd as he wouldn’t really care if you were someone else.

⋆ fontaine was raining really bad, that day happened to be the day you got injured.

⋆ you had just got back from sumeru which isn’t the safest place, your injuries weren’t thatttt bad but, they weren’t the prettiest.

⋆ once you got a little healed and we’re allowed to leave, you saw him. he wasn’t doing anything important just looking at the melusine.

⋆ you walked up to him to annoy and tease him, most people were conflicted if you were enemies or lovers.

⋆ you weren’t expecting his reaction though, instead of arguing with you, he hugged you. you were frozen for a moment but eventually hugged him back, which is how you found out you were soulmates.

once you find out you’re soulmates ;

⋆ he always has some part of him touching you, even if it’s his pinkie, he needs the comfort of you.

⋆ soulmates share a mark with each other, you both have (design of your choice idk), every single time you get intimate with him, he always kisses and loves on it.

⋆ he loves praising you, if you win a court case or do something really good in your job, expect a night full of praise.

⋆ you both didn’t announce your relationship with anyone though, you both give sly comments every chance you get.

⋆ neuvillette loves you though, your the only person who gets him to act the way he does.

⋆ he’s always had a soft spot for you, before you were soulmates and when you were hating on each other every chance you both had.

⋆ once you both got into a huge argument, it was raining hard, you felt bad because he’s your bf/hubby

⋆ when you walked into his office and saw him crying you didn’t know what to do. he never got better with his emotions and expressing them with you.

⋆ “baby, i’m sorry, you were right i was wrong, okay?” you said to him while walking up to his desk. all he did was look at you and wipe his tears, not giving you a response.

⋆ he truly was the prettiest crier you’ve ever met, it was kind of a turn on, but keep your mind out the gutters your bf is cryin!

⋆ you both cuddle a lot, after you argue. he never liked having serious arguments with you though, it brought him some type of sadness.

⋆ just overall, he’s an lovin boyfriend (and hopefully husband), he’s the best soulmate you could’ve ever asked for!

⋆ ps; he still doesn’t like your friends (lyney)

#male reader #gay #mxm #request #oneshot #midshot #genshin impact x male reader #neuvillette #neuvillette x male reader #bottom male reader #top male reader #idk #nonbinary reader #neuvillette x reader #drabble #longer drabble

[bemusedlybespectacled]

Hello local lawyer BemusedlyBespectacled. How does one get a job as a lawyer specializing in suing high-profile assholes, the way Mark Bankston seems to? What field of lawyering is he?

He is a personal injury attorney! Apparently his firm's thing originally was doing product defect cases – stuff where you have, like, a car that has a defect, and as a result you're in a car crash and are horribly injured, so you sue the car manufacturer.

With personal injury attorneys, typically you only take a chunk of whatever money you win (he's described it as "I eat what I kill"). So like, if you win a million dollars for the client, you get some percentage of that million to make up for the months and/or years of work you did essentially for free.

I think with the Sandy Hook parents, he took their case pro bono, but is still recouping some lost money because of how much sanctionable shit Jones' lawyers pulled. (And that is money that goes directly to him/his firm, because he wasted time and money on, like, trial prep for a trial that was delayed by several months, or hiring a court reporter for a depo that was essentially hours of bullshit, solely because of Jones' shenanigans)

With this new case with Musk, I think he's just gotten a reputation now as a guy who is very, very good at taking down powerful media figures who defame people by making up or spreading conspiracy theories about them. No idea how he's getting paid for that one (I don't know if it's pro bono or if it's with the usual agreement), but I think it doesn't matter, given that he's almost immedaitely had to ask for sanctions from Musk's side because the guy defending that disaster of a deposition DIDN'T HAVE A TEXAS LAW LICENSE, WASN'T ADMITTED PRO HOC VICE, AND WASN'T THERE WITH A "SPONSORING" TEXAS ATTORNEY, WHICH IS WHAT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO EVEN IF YOU'RE ADMITTED PRO HOC VICE.

#askbox #personal #my-smial #bb is a lawyer #mark bankston #knowledge fight

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

can you make one with matt murdock where they're good friends but one night they're drinking and having fun and then the reader kiss him but when they making out he ends up saying someone else name and the reader leaves, later on they talk and reader apologizes for misreading their relationship and continue to be friends but theres tension in it until bradley finally admits that he likes her and he try to make up for all the time lost

~Friends Don't Treat Me Like You Do~

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none really, embarrassment?? Alcohol consumption, mentions of injuries (nothing major)

Genre: mostly fluff very minor angst

Summary: You've had a crush on your friend for a very long time and when you finally make your move it goes terribly wrong; And that's why friends should sleep in other beds // and friends shouldn't kiss me like you do ... // my friends won't love me like you - Friends by Ed Sheeran

A/N: I know it's a typo of some sort but it's sending me to the moon that the name Bradley is jus thrown into this ask cuz I can't even figure out what it's replacing lmaoooo anyway thank you for requesting! I hope you like it anon! :3 (also I didn't edit this plz be nice)

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Your friendship with Matt Murdock is in some ways rather unconventional. You've been friends for many years, but these days most of your interactions consist of him stumbling over to your apartment at odd hours covered in bruises you don't ask about- not because you don't want to know but because you're pretty certain you've guessed it and you're not sure what acknowledging it would mean. So you don't ask, instead, you give him food, and tend to his wounds, and talk to him about whatever comes to mind until he inevitably falls asleep on your couch for a few hours and sneaks out early enough to go back to his place for his day job as a defense attorney with his two friends. Both of whom you'd consider friends- although not nearly as close as you are with Matt.

Tonight Matt's invited you over to his place. Apparently, he's been feeling a bit guilty that most of the time you've spent together in recent days has been just him coming over in the middle of the night. As if you'd ever actually be annoyed with taking care of your friend. Your friend you feel for more than he can ever know. Still, he insisted you come over for dinner so you did, he ordered your favorite from a takeout place near his place and now you're eating and drinking wine you brought along with you. Well, you're drinking wine, Matt's been helping himself to the beers filling his fridge.

"Whenever you come over I do all that talking Matty so today you can do the talking this time. Tell me what you've been getting up to lately." You tell him once you've covered asking each other how your day was.

"I don't do anything interesting y/n- I go to work, spend all day reading or writing lengthy opening statements or discussing things with Foggy and our clients until ungodly hours according to Karen. Sometimes they drag me out to Josie's but- there's really nothing I 'get up to' and you know that."

"Why do you do that?" You frown.

"What?"

"Make yourself seem so dull when you're not."

"Excuse me?"

"I've known you for a long time Matt and I can't think of single period of our lives where you had nothing interesting going on and yet you always talk about yourself as if you're the color beige personified. It's like you're worried that if people think you're too interesting they'll," you trail for a moment "find out something."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing in particular. You're just way more interesting than you want people to think. For some reason."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"You're not exactly an open book either."

"You got something to ask me about Matty?"

"No." He shakes his head. You stare at him for a long moment.

"We should play a game!" You announce.

"I don't really- have games?" Matt says.

"There are tons of games that don't require having anything Matt we just have to pick one."

"Like what?"

"We can play 20 questions- the right way, last letter first letter, I'm not a fan of Ghost but we can do that too, or word replacement- to name a few."

"I'm- not familiar with those besides 20 questions?"

"Well, last letter first letter you pick a category and we name items except the last letter of one item has to be the first letter of the next one so like if we're naming office supplies and I say stapler you'd say something like ruler. And Ghost is a spelling game, kinda like hot potato meets Horse the basketball game- so like you take turns spelling a word and you don't wanna be the one who finishes the word- if you do then you get a letter from the word ghost- first person to finish ghost loses. And then word replacement is just a silly game where you pick a movie or show title and change one of the words to the silliest thing you can think of." You explain quickly.

"Let's do the title one. Requires the least amount of thinking and I don't have to compete with you." He says.

"Then I'll start. Fast and Constipated." You giggle.

"Fast and Constipated!?" Matt's laugh is incredulous.

"Yeah, fast and furious but not so fun."

"Okay um- John Tucker Must... Juggle."

"That's way less fun than him dying." You laugh.

"True."

"What a Chupacabra wants."

"Goats- obviously."

"Shut up." You giggle.

"Now you- resent me 2."

"Oh that's- why would you say that?" You chuckle.

"I dunno I'm too drunk to think of movies." He mutters.

"All I've got are rom-coms in my head and those titles are not nearly as fun to fuck with. Two weeks- paleontologist?" 

"Paleontologist!? What movie was that even supposed to be?"

"Two weeks notice. Duh."

"I don't think I know that one." He frowns.

"It's about a woman who ends up working as the PA for some rich businessman when she tries to protest something he's trying to build- I forget the details but he turns out to be a giant useless manchild and when he disrupts her personal life for something frivolous she tries to quit but somehow they fall in love or whatever. It's been a while since I've watched it honestly." You shrug.

"Rom-coms are such a curious collection of movies."

"True but that one is pretty average compared to some others I've seen."

"Do you watch a lot of them?"

"I like to laugh at them mostly." You say. "You know what's a weird one? The Notebook."

"Is that not like- a classic?"

"I mean yeah but like the guy gets the girl to go on a date with him by dangling off of a moving ferris wheel."

"And that works?"

"Somehow! I mean I guess she didn't wanna feel responsible for him dropping himself off the wheel in front of an audience but I dunno it seems like he was just looking for reasons to die in that movie." You explain. "Although I never finished that movie maybe he does die. Except then it wouldn't be a rom-com I guess. It would be more tragedy, like in the Shakespearean sense."

"You are always somewhere else." Matt laughs.

"Not always! Oh! I brought that CD you wanted to borrow. We should play it." You sit up suddenly and grab your backpack.

"Are you sure all you've had is that bottle of wine?" Matt asks sitting up slowly from where he's laying on the floor.

"Where's your player?" You ignore his question.

"Should be in the bookcase." He waves absentmindedly.

"Do you want another beer while I'm up?" You ask walking over to the radio to pop the CD.

"Nah. I'm good thanks." He says. Music fills the apartment, and you can't help but sing along to the upbeat tune from Matt's CD player. You dance, well mostly spin, around the apartment giggling as you go.

"Are you dancing?" Matt turns towards you with a smile on his face although you're not looking at him.

"Of course I am- I love this song. Do you wanna dance with me?" You ask walking towards him, still dancing but less now so you can get where you're going.

"No no- I'll leave the dancing to you." Matt says before you make it all the way over to where he's sitting on the floor.

"Suit yourself." You shrug but when you attempt to change directions you trip on your backpack still on the floor and go tumbling towards the ground. Matt moves quicker than you'd expect for a blind guy off several beers but his arms shoot out and yank you towards him before your head hits the hardwood.

"Careful y/n." He says softly as he settles you into his lap.

"Do I need to be if you're here?" You joke smiling at him as you toss your arms over his shoulders.

"Y/n-" Matt's tone is warning in a way only he could get away with using on you.

"Relax Matty, I know to look after myself." You say quietly. Matt frowns slightly as if he's going to protest, but you don't let him get the words out. Alcohol coursing through your system, you seize the opportunity of his closeness and kiss him before you can talk yourself out of it. Matt lets out a noise of surprise, he heard your heart rate spike sure but he couldn't have guessed this was why. His lips move against yours for a second before something catches his attention and he's gasping out a name. Except, it's not your name.

"Karen." He breathes and it reaches your ears like a bucket of ice water dumped on your head. You jerk back suddenly.

"Oh my god-" You say scrambling out of his lap. "I- I am so sorry. I'm gonna go." You grab your bag and b-line it for the exit before Matt can even get to his feet.

"H-hang on a second y/n I-"

"I'll- I'll see you around Matt." You force yourself to say before leaving his apartment. You feel sharper than the amount of wine you've had should allow as you walk the few blocks to your place. Only once you're back in the safety of your own home do you let yourself wallow over how absolutely embarrassing that was. You might have just ruined one of the most important relationships in your life only for him to call out for another girl. You stumble into the shower in hopes of washing away some of the embarrassment you feel, or at the very least distracting yourself enough that you can shelf it and get some sleep. You spend hours tossing and replaying the moment excruciatingly but eventually, exhausting wins out and you do fall asleep. The next couple of days you pretty much ignore Matt's calls and texts. You really bury yourself in work to avoid dwelling on that awful night but you know you can't dodge him forever. Evidently, two days is as much as Matt's willing to give you to do so because on day 3 of avoidance he comes knocking at your door late at night as he sometimes does.

"Look- I know you've been avoiding me and all but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say Matt no need. I'm sorry I overstepped, I- I totally misread things the other night but hey- alcohol will do that sometimes. I'm sorry. We're good though. I'm good. I just needed a minute to lick my wounds of embarrassment. Everything's fine. Come on let's see the damage tonight hm?" You lead him into your apartment ignoring the confused look on his face. You let yourself settle back into your routine with him, patching him up, giving him food, getting him up to speed on the last couple of days of your life, telling stories, and just talking until he falls asleep on your couch. You're determined to shake this stupid crush of yours off and go back to the way things have always been between you. And if you're gonna shake this crush step one is putting yourself out there. Which you do, and for the next few weeks you find yourself on dates almost every night. Tonight's date is going surprisingly well all things considered. He'd planned to take you somewhere that ended up being closed after a freak accident the other day that he didn't know about. It was around the corner from Josie's so you brought him here instead and the conversation has been well worth it- even in a place like this. The one downside is that it's Friday and Foggy and Karen usually drag Matt here for drinks on Friday. You had hoped they'd skip out on that tonight but you of course could only be so lucky. When the bell over the door rings and you turn to see Karen leading Matt into the bar with Foggy behind them you almost want to groan. Dating has been nice but seeing Karen and Matt so close is like picking a scab. You turn back to your date with a smile, intent on ignoring the trio, except of course it couldn't be that simple.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n! Hey!" Karen beams at you.

"Karen! Hi! Foggy, Matt, good to see you all." You smile.

"You didn't tell us you'd be here tonight." She says.

"Well I didn't plan on it otherwise of course I'd have let you know." You tell her. "James this is Karen and that's Foggy and Matt. They're friends of mine. They all work together we've- kind of crashed their spot tonight." You tell your date.

"Oh! Well, any friend of yours is a friend of mine. Nice to meet y'all." James shakes each of their hands. "Did you guys- wanna join us? Since it's pretty crowded in here you might not find another table."

"That's so nice of you James!" Karen says. Very nice indeed.

"I'll track down some chairs." Foggy says. You shift your seat closer to James to make room at the table since apparently they'll be joining you. You try not to pay too much attention to Matt's silence as everyone settles around the table.

"So y/n, you told James how we know you but you didn't mention how you know James. Are you guys work colleagues or something?"

"We have a mutual friend that set us up." James offers.

"Oh my gosh! We're crashing a date?! Why didn't you say so?" Karen shakes her head.

"No no no don't even worry about it, we've been here a couple of hours already. I invited you to sit with us so the night could go on." He says.

"Asking me, also would have worked." You smile.

"You guys are just the cutest." Karen sighs.

"I'm guessing this is a first date since- y/n's never mentioned you before." Matt says.

"It is. Not that I have to tell you about every guy I see." You say.

"You tell me everything." He scoffs.

"That's not true and even if it were that doesn't change the fact that I don't have to."

"So you keep things from me?"

"Am I missing something?" James chuckles.

"Matt and y/n have been friends since they were teenagers. They fight like they're siblings sometimes." Foggy explains.

"Sorry about that James. Matt's just-"

"Like a brother- I get it. I have siblings so I definitely know what it's like." He nods.

"Exactly." You smile.

"Like a brother." Matt quirks an eyebrow at you.

"As good a way as any to describe us." You nod. Matt hums and raises his glass to his lips without another word. The five of you sit and talk over drinks for another hour before you're ready to leave and James is happy to walk you out.

"I had a lot of fun tonight." He tells you.

"Even with the date crashers?" You ask with a goofy grimace.

"Heck yeah! Your friends are great." He laughs. "Next time I'll have my friends crash us. How about that?"

"Next time?"

"If you're willing. I'd really like to see you again."

"I- I'd like that." You nod.

"Cool. I'll- start coming up with second date ideas."

"Hopefully this time the place you pick doesn't impromptu have an incident." You laugh.

"I will quadruple check." He tells you. When you reach your block, but not your building, you stop and turn to him.

"Sounds good. I'll see you around James." You smile. He leans forward and kisses your cheek softly.

"Goodnight y/n." He says and walks away. You make it up to your apartment, kick off your shoes, and take a long shower. You enjoyed talking to James and you actually are interested in seeing him again for sure. Soon you're showered and pajamaed and pretty much ready for bed but before you can flop into it there's a knock at your door. Who could be knocking on your door right now? A quick check shows you it's Matt standing in your hallway.

"Matthew?" You open the door with a frown.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Well- right now I'm wondering what you're doing in my apartment."

"Like a brother to you?! Seriously? Last time I checked most people don't make out with their brothers."

"Depends on where you are I suppose." You shrug. "But regardless Matt that was a mistake we both know that." You shake your head.

"A mistake? Is that how you feel about it?"

"How I- I'm sorry did you forget calling out Karen's name while I was kissing you?! Cuz I've been trying to so if you've got tips to share on how that'd be great."

"Goddammit y/n." He sighs dropping his head.

"Matt you really should go. I know you worry or whatever but- James is, nice and it's late I'd like to go to bed."

"Screw James." Matt scoffs.

"Um- it was only our first date- you're skipping a few steps."

"That is not what I- it's like you do this on purpose."

"What are you doing here Matt?" You sigh. 

"I don't like you dating him. I don't like you dating anyone for that matter. How could you kiss me like that and just... move on like nothing?"

"I dunno it's pretty easy when you call me the wrong name." You say.

"That was not what you think."

"I'm sure."

"It wasn't y/n. I'm serious. I could-" Matt stops and lets out a breath. "I'm Daredevil." He says.

"I know." You nod.

"What? You know?"

"You come in here at the witching hour every few days covered in bruises Matt how many explanations could there possibly be for that?" You roll your eyes.

"You never asked."

"I figured you'd tell me when you were ready." You shrug. "Why tell me now?"

"Since I can't see- my other senses make up for the loss. They're like- very developed. I heard Karen scream somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, she sounded like she was in trouble that's- that's why I called out her name. I thought maybe one of Daredevil's many enemies managed to connect her to me. It wouldn't be the first time, I'm always listening for her and Foggy these days and I just-"

"Well was she in danger?" You ask.

"Nightmare." He mutters. "But by the time I pieced that together you were gone."

"Of course I was. Having a man say someone else's name when you kiss him is not something that encourages-" Matt cuts off your snarky remark by cupping your face in his hands and kissing you. You react quickly, kissing him back, your hands wrapping around his wrists. By the time you pull away from him, you're breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you. I have been for as long as I can remember. I'm sorry I wasn't clear about it." He says.

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Well in my defense I've spent the last few weeks trying to get over you-" Matt kisses you again, hard, possessive, fiery.

"Don't." He says.

"Obviously." You grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him again. You spent years thinking you'd never get to kiss him, now that you know the truth you fully intend to take advantage and Matt has years of pining he wants to make up for.

***

#marvel #marvel fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #daredevil fluff #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil #requests

[decolonize-the-left]

Was looking up updates on Tyre Nichols and decided to click on the link for his lawyer, just wanted to see other cases he had and judge whether or not he'd be helpful or harmful.

And was linked to another case from last June with an update from this month that also deserves attention.

“People from my community have been coming to us for years talking about how they torture people in the back of paddy wagons,” said Scot Esdaile, according to the Associated Press. “They put people in the back of the paddy wagon; they go real fast and then they slam on the brakes.”

Mr Crump has similarly raised allegations that the driver could perhaps be more culpable than the force is letting on, saying he suspects speeding or texting while driving could’ve been a factor, and is thus demanding that the police department be transparent in the investigation.

The Independent has reached out to the New Haven Police Department for comment on the investigation.

Writing on Twitter on the Fourth of July holiday, Mr Crump highlighted how Mr Cox – an otherwise healthy young man – went from being able to step into the back of the police car on his own to now needing full support to breathe and eat with little hope that he’ll be able to walk again.

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And there was an update recently......Just 4 days after Tyre's murder in fact.

The officers -- Sgt. Betsy Segui and officers Oscar Diaz, Ronald Pressley, Jocelyn Lavandier and Luis Rivera -- were each charged in November 2022 with one count of second-degree reckless endangerment and one count of cruelty to persons

Both charges are misdemeanors and the officers were each released on a $25,000 bond.

[...]Gregory Cerittelli, the attorney for the fifth officer Sgt. Betsy Segui, confirmed to ABC News on Tuesday that Segui will plead not guilty.

"The job of a police officer has become increasingly more difficult in recent years," Cerittelli told ABC News. "Police officers are often required to utilize their best judgment in assessing situations, and are now being judged with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight. Our Supreme Court has consistently held this is not the appropriate standard."

[...]The video footage also shows the officers dragging Cox by his feet and throwing him into a wheelchair, which his lawyers said could have exacerbated his already life-threatening injuries.

"[Randy] is essentially quadriplegic. He's in a rehab facility. He can't feed himself, he can't clean himself, he can't relieve himself without assistance," O'Donnell said on Tuesday.

"Randy is going to be left with permanent injuries. The least that can happen to these officers is that they have permanent records," he added.

Cox filed a $100 million federal lawsuit against the city of New Haven and New Haven Police Department officers in September 2022.

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The lawyer saying "remembering to put a seatbelt on people is too high of a standard" "everyone has 20/20 hindsight" like???? About putting on a seatbelt??? What my 8 year old does As Soon as she enters a car cuz even she understands and knows it could be dangerous not to?

The absolute disregard and dismissiveness for Black lives in on full display with this pathetic excuse.

Remember that whatever platitudes they give us don't matter. Platitudes and promises mean nothing.

Firing the 5 cops who hurt Tyre Nichols won't help Randy Cox from New Haven. It won't help any future Randy Coxes and it won't help any future Breonna Taylors.

It's a band-aid. An attempt to look like they care in an attempt appease us all so we stop demanding better, so we stop protesting and rioting for police brutality to end.

....Because it's almost an election year. And a stance more extreme than "thoughts and prayers to everyone except cops who get another $50 billion" just isn't centrist enough to win the majority vote. So police reform and increased budgets will be the response. That's already the response. That's what they want us to accept.

Don't.

Keep protesting. Keep demanding. Keep posting. Don't let this die out.

Don't get complacent.

If change is ever going to happen it's because we will have forced it to. Not because the people in power suddenly decided to have a conscience.

#tyre nichols #randy cox #acab #current events #blm #black lives matter #racism #police brutality #2024 #police reform #abolish police #usa politics

[carriesthewind]

i know very little about law, but im gonna be honest, i feel a bit bad for the loduca guy. is it a good look to sign a coworkers work without looking? absolutely not, they are paid to be anal about this stuff. but it feels like such a human thing to do, if you worked with someone for 25+ years, and never had a significant reason to doubt their work, to just kind of visually skim over the thing, and then sign and stample, bc you trust the guy.

and yeah maybe you saw he was having some issues with this case, the opposite side/judge asking for some documents they cant find and therefore think are fabricated, but again, you trust your coworker, trust that they did the job and this is a mistake not on his part, and you probably have your own workload to worry about, your own cases, so you think little of it. idk, while a bit lazy (bad look) it feels like something that would happen at an office, you know?

that being said ive got a feeling those people are not going to be practicing law quite soon. more so i dont recall if the law firm was one of theirs, but i assume even if it's not, it will have a very hard time recovering from this

A bit of a long and rambling answer here on just my own thoughts on the matter, so I'm putting it below the cut!

I do feel some sympathy for him...for the first opposition brief. My sympathy vanishes once he submitted the fake "opinions" to the court.

Because I absolutely get trusting your colleague, especially if you have worked with him for so long. And as lawyers, it is a really serious thing to sign a submission to the court that you haven't at least read - but it is also very a very human thing to do. People, including lawyers, cut corners and make errors all the time.

But part of his problem isn't just that he was skimming and signing something - when you sign a submission as an attorney, you are making a very real (and legally binding - that's the point of Rule 11) promise to the court. LoDuca is still listed as Mata's counsel of record (and his only counsel of record in this case). He told the court that he was representing this dude, and he never really was.

I saw someone - I think on twitter? - say he was covering up for Schwartz practicing law without a license. Which is technically true! But it's also - come on, there is (usually) a practical, if not ethical, difference between letting some random pretend to be lawyer by signing and submitting their documents without supervision, and signing and submitting documents for a colleague in a jurisdiction they aren't admitted to without going through the steps of having him formally act as local counsel, when you know the end result would be the same if you walked through the formal steps. I want to be clear - the second thing is not okay at all, and is very much against the rules. But, I am also 100% confident he's not the only person doing it, and I can the the way that someone would feel like it was a justifiable bending, not breaking of the rules.

But even then, the problem is that as attorneys, we are (supposed to be) held to a high ethical standard. I said this in an earlier post, but when an attorney makes representations to the court, the court takes those very seriously, because we are assumed to be following those ethical standards. If I make a legal or factual representation in a courtroom, there can be immediate and real consequences for people's lives.

It's a self-licensing and a self-policing profession, and we what we do has very serious consequences both on a societal and individual level. Even in a simple case like this originally was, a personal injury negligence case brought by an individual - the complaint says the plaintiff suffered serious, disabling injuries and has been prevented from working, and he is seeking compensation for his medical care and his inability to work. If that's true, this case is about (should have been about) who paid for that needed medical care, the necessities of life.

And I think this case is an example of why those rules can matter - sure, most of the time, someone doing what LoDuca was won't get caught, and maybe it won't matter practically. But part of the reasons we have those rules is to try to prevent - well maybe not this bullshit precisely - bullshit like this from happening. "Other people break the rules too and don't get caught" isn't an excuse.

But again, it still is a very human kind of error, so I still have sympathy. The real problem, for me, is the submission of the fake opinions.

Because once he got the order from the court ordering him to provide copies of the opinions or the case would be dismissed, he must have known something was wrong. That is not a normal order to receive. That order means the court (which has access to all the legal research tools he doesn't) thinks something is very seriously wrong. If he did not read that order and immediately go "Oh fuck" and a) read the defendant's reply and b) realize the cases seem to have been fake, he is not competent to practice law. And I mean that in a very serious way - he has no business practicing in the field with such serious consequences for people's lives if he didn't immediately recognize the problem.

So once he got that order, he has no excuse. At that point, he either consciously perpetrated a lie upon the court; or he is too incompetent to practice.

#ask #2 Stupid 2 Sanction

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Tease tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @devirnis @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @daffi-990

A little more from my outsider POV fic. It's already over 4k and the only member of the firefam to show up is Bobby.... Don't worry, they'll be coming in soon (probably).

Bobby doesn't actually clear anything up for Liliana when it comes to Buck and Eddie's relationship, so she has to make some assumptions.

“Off the job they still have each other’s backs,” Bobby says carefully, like he’s trying to find the right words. “They’ve both had some pretty serious injuries on the job and off the clock, both of them have almost died more than once. Each time the other one is right there to save them or to take care of them after. Hell - I’m pretty sure they’re each other’s power of attorney at this point.” “That sounds like they’re partners off the job too,” Liliana says. Everything Bobby is telling her fits into the idea that the two of them are in a relationship. She’d be shocked if they weren’t after everything she’s seen herself on social media, heard from other firefighters outside of the 118, and now hearing from Bobby.  “It’s more though,” Bobby laughs a bit as he says it. He’s talking faster now than he had before, like the words are pouring out of him “Eddie had pretty severe PTSD after everything he’s been through both on the job here and in the Army before and Buck supported him through all of that. He made sure Eddie’s son got to school, that Eddie got to therapy, that they had everything they needed.” “But they don’t have a relationship disclosure on file with the department, correct?” “Correct,” Bobby nods. “But I’m not sure if that’s because there isn’t a relationship to disclose or that they don’t want to give up having each other’s backs.” “Well, as I’m sure you know, there is no official policy about firefighters in relationships not being able to work the same shift,” Liliana says carefully. “Maybe they just need to be reminded about that.” “Maybe,” Bobby says and then adds. “Is it better or worse for the department if they’re in a relationship?” “Honestly, I’m not sure,” Liliana says with a shrug. “But I have to tell you Bobby, from the outside looking in it sure looks like they’re together and if they are together, and they’re both queer and willing to put their relationship out there, I don’t think it’ll hurt.”

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run to you: chapter one

marcus pike x f!reader

A/N: what's this? What is this? Hah, surprise! The plan was to save this until I finished 'Glory & Gore' but I physically couldn't stop myself so here we are! Thank you for all the interest in this little universe, and for being so patient while I worked the deets and organised everything! I hope you enjoy the first part x

Summary: Following on from ‘Traitor’ and 'You’re Somebody Else’. An unexpected visitor throws you right back into the life you thought you left behind. Working beside the man that put you behind bars is one thing, pretending like you never loved him is another.

Word count: roughly 3k

Warnings: angst right off the bat, blood, description of injuries, swearing, mentions of previous undercover relationship.

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This story will have explicit sexual scenes in the future so 18+ only.

Present. 

Bile builds in your throat as you drop to your knees, uncaring as the rough floor scuffs the skin of your knees through the thin material of your dress. You tug desperately at his jacket, rolling him over and clawing at his body until he sprawls over your lap, heavy and unmoving.

“Marcus? Marcus, look at me,” you beg softly, a strangled sob falling from your throat when his eyes eventually flutter open languidly and focus tiredly on yours. “What did you do? God, what did you do?”

His lips part, words building on his tongue, but before they can fall from his mouth he jolts in your arms, heaving and coughing and sputtering. It sounds fucking horrible.

You watch the blood ooze from his lips, creating a stark trail of bright red that melts into his faded stubble and slides down along his jaw. You push at his jacket and feel your heart plummet to the floor at the deep maroon patches outwardly soaking the crisp white shirt from the holes in his torso.

“It’s okay,” you soothe shakily, wiping the blood away from his lips with your thumb and feeling your stomach jolt with the wet sticky feel of it. “It’s okay. Keep looking at me, okay? I’m here. Somebody help me! Marcus, please—hold on, please—”

Six months ago.

It’s not home.

It’s been three months since your release, and you still haven’t managed to quite get the feel there. The apartment is fine, albeit much smaller than what you had before, but at least it’s in a nice building.

Well, anything was better than the cold and cramped cell you had lost a year to.

Now you were left to try and make sense of the pieces left behind after your world was shattered. Mostly everything had been stripped from you. Your apartment – your home – seized and sold off, along with ninety nine percent of your belongings.

It was a startling reality, coming out to nothing but a letter from your attorney saying to collect what had been put aside in a storage locker downtown.

An application had been put through for an apartment in your name, and accepted a few days before your release, so it was ready and waiting by the time you blissfully walked free of the gates.

Some clothes, five boxes, a couch and your bed. That’s it. That’s all you had of your old life. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to any of it. 

The art that used to line the walls – gone. The borderline ridiculous amount of houseplants you had grown from seedlings or bought on lazy Sunday mornings at the market – trashed, probably. Your trinkets, and furniture, and memories...

You ache for it, for the life you had before it all went to shit. 

It had taken a couple of weeks, but you eventually managed to get a job – a part time thing at the diner close to your building. It wasn’t a lot by any means and the pay was awful, but at least it was something.

You worried about rent, until your kind elderly landlady said the first couple of months had been taken care of, showing a letter from your attorney organising to pay said rent.

Six whole months were taken care of and already paid for in advance and a weight lifted from your shoulders. You didn’t need to panic just yet and slowly, week by week, you somewhat found your feet again, but the ache of what had been lost didn’t fade. You were learning to live with it, though.

It was all behind you, and now you simply wanted to look ahead.

You should’ve known… it’s never that simple.

A firm, brisk knock on your door jolts you from your thoughts as you leisurely flick through a book huddled on your couch, and your brows furrow in confusion as to who it could be.

A neighbour maybe?

You eye the front door, softly setting your book aside and throwing the blanket off your legs before standing and striding over to answer it. 

It’s crazy how fast everything fucking crumbles.

It all hits you immediately the instant you pry the door open.

Anger—rage. Heartache. Sorrow.

It floods you in heavy, overwhelming waves and you struggle to keep your head above it all. What the hell is he doing here?

He’s got a lot of fucking nerve. You hate that the sight of him could still make your heart jump in your chest, even after fifteen months. No. It was never him, you remind yourself. He didn’t make your heart jump like that. 

Seconds pass as you critically eye his appearance, scanning the freshly shaved skin of his jaw to the crisp dark grey suit and light blue tie. You’re loath to admit it to yourself, but he looks fucking good.

God. What a dick.

“Hi,” Marcus finally says, seemingly unfazed by your scowl and merely tucking his hands into the pockets of his slacks. 

You inhale deeply, straightening your shoulders and curling your fingers tightly around the door knob.

“Will I get arrested if I slam this door in your face?”

A twitch of a frown creases his brows, “No –”

“Good.”

It’s loud.

Your windows rattle from the force of it. You don’t care that you probably just disturbed most, if not all, of your neighbours. The once steady beat of your heart has turned thunderous, beating against your chest and making you dizzy from the rush of blood pounding through your system.

Had you not been clear enough? You never wanted to see him again, and now he’s at your front door? How does he even know where you live? The bitter reminder of who, and what, he is hits you, and you start to wonder if you’re under surveillance or something.

Are they watching you?

Suddenly, you start to question everything.

Had they been following you on your morning walks to the coffee shop? The book store? Getting groceries? Do they watch you now, coming and going from your apartment? Do they look through your window?

Your chosen safe space to explore your ideas doesn’t feel as safe, as comfortable anymore.

You eye the large window looking out onto the busy streets now, and the thrifted armchair you had dragged in front of it to enjoy the long stretches of sun that would shine through the glass. Various art materials are scattered around it and lining the window sill, your sketchbook and art journals stacked on the small side table beside the well loved seat… it was your spot.

Your favourite spot.

Had they been watching you while you sat there for hours? Had he been watching?

It’s violating. You feel sick, repulsed by the idea of sitting there or going anywhere near your windows. Goddamnit, when will he stop taking from you?!

“I know I’m the last person you want to see,” he speaks through your door, “and I’m sorry for showing up like this, but we need to talk.”

“I told you to leave me alone, Pike!” You hiss, rushing towards the door and pounding your fist against it to try to channel some rage out of your system. It doesn’t work.

“What the hell did you not understand, huh!? Does your stupid government brain not comprehend simple English?”

“I understand your hostility—” he replies calmly. 

You snort harshly, tearing open your door and fixing him with a vicious glare. “My ‘hostility’? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He exhales softly, gazing down the corridor before his eyes fix on you once more. He doesn’t seem put off by your anger. In fact, he looks braced for it. He’s playing the cool and calm agent perfectly. 

Are you shaking?

It takes you a moment but, sure enough, you feel a tremble in your hands. Rage simmers, hot and heavy, under your skin and you swear your heart’s about to beat out of your chest. The silence stretches on and you just seem to get madder.

Eventually, he sighs softly. “Can I come in?”

“No.”

“This won’t take long –”

You force a tight, sarcastic smile. “Do you have a warrant, Agent Pike?”

“No. I’m not here to –”

“Then you can contact my attorney and we’ll talk then.”

Fuck you and your stupid badge.

The door starts to swing shut, the temptation to slam it in his face again bubbling beneath the surface. You’re just so fucking angry. The last thing you expected when rolling out of bed this morning was to be greeted with him of all people. 

Despite trying your hardest not to, he ever so slowly seeped through your defences to the forefront of your mind, and you found yourself thinking about him almost regularly. It was enough to drive you mad some days, filled with so much harsh resentment and bitterness it oozed into your art.

You’d spent months thinking over your relationship with him – with Alex – while in your cell, picking through every single interaction and moment spent with him, analysing every memory, every word, every touch, until you feared it was starting to get obsessive. You grumbled for days, weeks, on end. 

There hadn’t been any warning signs or red flags. He’d been just right, fitting so perfectly into your life you thought the universe had finally decided to cut you a bit of slack and grant a little wish come true. His curiosity over your work had come on slowly, and simply felt so natural that you didn’t even think anything of it.

It’d been the performance of a lifetime. The government should really look at giving out fucking Oscars, or something. He had played his part immaculately if the icy cold ache left in your heart was anything to go by.

The door jolts to a sudden stop.

You blink in vague surprise, a quick scowl forming with the longer his hand stays splayed on the door to keep it from closing.

“Just a minute of your time – that’s all I ask. Please.”

For the love of –

You exhale deeply, your eyes tracing the doorframe of the apartment opposite before you silently step aside, allowing him a small enough space to accept as an invitation in. A minute only. You start to count the seconds.

He gives a quiet murmur of thanks and you ignore it, simply closing the door behind him with your stomach turning to knots. Your arms cross defensively over your chest as he wanders deeper into your apartment, a barely there flicker of curiosity pulling at his features as his eyes roll over your things.

You hate it. You don’t want him here. You don’t want him tainting the life you had, the new life you had created by yourself. You don’t want him in your new space; your new home, free from the memories of what you had shared with him.

No. You had nothing with him. You had something with Alex, but then again… did you? He didn’t exist. He was a lie, a sham. None of it was real. You’d fallen in love with a character thought up in a room full of federal agents wanting to close a case. 

The rage returns. 

“Out of curiosity,” you mutter, grimacing at the way he eyes your apartment and feeling your eye twitch from the fury pumping through your system, “how many years would I get for assaulting a federal officer?”

He turns at your question, mirroring your stance and crossing his arms across his chest. He oozes authority. He looks like an agent, all stiff-postured in his suit and carefully concealing any and all emotion. He doesn’t give you any reaction to your question.

Instead, he merely does a once over, studying your own posture and deciding you’re of no threat whatsoever. 

“I wouldn’t press charges, so none.”

“Oh? You don’t want to lock me up? But I thought you were quite good at that,” you spit. “I’d offer you a drink, but I don’t give a fuck about you and I hope you dehydrate on my shitty rug, you lying piece of shit.”

The words sit in the air and he blinks, his brow quirking slightly at your little outburst. “Feel better?”

You shift in your spot, your tongue swiping along your lower lip. You do actually. Ugh. Bastard.

“What do you want, Marcus?”

“I know this must be very unexpected for you and I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, but I – we – need your help—”

What?

“Get out,” you snap before he can even continue, infuriated by the mere idea that he’d come to you for help after everything.

“No, I’m fucking serious, Pike. Get out. You think I’d help you? After everything you did to me? You fucking broke me, Marcus! You ruined my fucking life!”

A small, logical part of you reminds you that, ultimately, it was your doing in the end. You chose the life you had, choosing to do what you did. There was always going to be a chance it would come crashing down, but that doesn’t alleviate the pain of having the one person you thought truly had your back assisting in bringing it all down around you.

You’re surprised when the slightest flicker of sadness shines through his eyes.

“I know,” he murmurs, head falling into a small nod, “and I am sorry for that. It was never...”

He doesn’t continue, his sentence merely leading into silence as he struggles for words.

It was never what? It was never meant to happen? It was never meant to get as far as it did? It was never meant to end like it did? What?

You look away, not entirely sure you even want to hear him continue. It had happened, and no amount of apologies or excuses would ever make it better.

“I’d like you to leave,” you mutter weakly, hating that tears start to sting the back of your eyes. 

It shouldn’t hurt anymore. It’s been so long – why does it still hurt?

Why does it feel like you’re still in the holding cell, desperately clutching your chest in an effort to hold your heart together? It shouldn’t hurt, not like this.

You hurriedly wipe away the single tear that falls, now fully unable to look at him knowing he would’ve seen it. 

“Okay,” he murmurs soothingly, taking a small step towards the door. “I know we have no right to ask you this, but there are people getting hurt, and I—”

You huff in pained amusement, “No one cared when I got hurt.”

“This is bigger than you and me,” his voice is quiet and thick with emotion, but when you look at him, he shows nothing on his face.

“Look, if you’re not interested, that’s fine, but please just… just think it over, okay? You could really make a difference in our investigation, and if you do happen to change your mind—”

“Not likely,” you cut in, but he carries on as if he doesn’t hear you.

“—then give me a call.”

You glare at the card he holds out to you, but figure he’ll leave quicker if you take it so you snatch it from his grasp and nod, averting your gaze before it could meet his. You see him hesitate from your peripheral, almost as if he were contemplating saying something more… but nothing comes.

No words fall from his mouth, and instead he merely clears his throat and lets himself out of your apartment quietly. The door closes softly behind him and your fingers immediately tear the small white card in half.

—

It plagues you for days.

You toss and turn at night, unable to calm your mind long enough to get a restful night's sleep. Instead, it’s painfully interrupted, and mostly consists of you staring through your ceiling and bedroom walls until your body can no longer fight the wave of heaviness coming over your eyes.

The pieces of Marcus’ destroyed business card sit on your countertop. You play with them over your morning coffee, sliding the pieces together as if it were a jigsaw puzzle before flicking them apart and attempting to ignore their presence as you went about your usual routine.

You couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away.

The thought of people out there – nameless and faceless and nothing to you personally – getting hurt simply sat wrong in your stomach.

What kind of person would you be if you didn’t at least try to help? You could be bitter over your situation and no one coming to your aid when you needed it, but would you really let that bitterness stretch out onto others? Could you live with yourself knowing you had done nothing when, maybe, you could have made a difference?

It’s those thoughts that propel you to just do it.

You slip the pieces together and dial the numbers printed neatly under his name, ignoring the feeling of tightness wrapping around your lungs as you bring your phone to your ear. It rings three times before he answers, and you spit out the words before you can change your mind.

“I’ll help, and then that’s it, okay? I want no more of this. You leave me alone – all of you— for good. I want to live my life… understood?”

Had you spoken too quickly?

It had all come out so fast in your hurry to get the call over and done with. A part of you still wants to completely forget he ever knocked on your door… too late now.

This could be good, would be good. You’d do your part, you’d help and then you’d be able to sleep peacefully knowing you had done what you could for those getting hurt.

“Understood,” he replies, and that seals the deal.

You’re involved in his investigation now.

“Okay, so… what now?”

-

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911 Spoilers Season 3: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch

Episode 5: Rage

Rage room; Eddie being snarky and comments, “I thought the point was to smash things, not each other.”Bobby sends Eddie and Lena to get the saws and jaws. Lena saws thru the barrel and Eddie goes in right after with the jaws.

Bucks Arbitration; Bobby is the first to be questioned.Bobby specifies that Buck was never terminated, but the attorney argues that technically Buck was not terminated he was experiencing a defacto firing and that Buck is being treated differently from everyone else.

Chimney discusses his rebar accident and how he came back to work a month after an accident. Chim also admits to being back to work with in a months’ time after being stabbed.

Hen acknowledges that each person is different and every injury is different. There is no right amount of time for someone to get back to work. Hen having to justify medication she use to sell when she was a pharmaceutical rep.

Eddie states that he agrees with the chain of command and that if Bobby says Buck is not ready that he is not ready. The attorney than mentioning how Eddie still went to work when Shannon died.

 Also mentions how Bobby was suspended and his alcoholism.

As the arbitration goes forward, Buck looks more and more uncomfortable, barely able to make eye contact with the 118. Everyone else seems to be getting angrier and stares at Buck.  After the arbitration, the 118 takes the elevator down. They all have their arms crossed and look upset. Buck is on the other side, looking remorseful. The 118 closes the elevator door. Buck wants to approach them and talk to them but is left alone.

Chicken Protestors; Tensions are still high. Everyone seems to be processing. Bobby has very little patience.

Eddie drops off Chris at a party/sleepover. Eddie being overly concerned but happy for his son to enjoy himself. Random man approaches Eddie and criticizes him for taking a handicap spot. Eddie tries to explain that his son has CP. The man is nasty and Eddie takes his comment as an insult. Eddie loses his patience.

The scene cuts to Eddie and Lena walking out of a jail. Eddie thanking Lena for bailing him out. Lena vocalizing that she was surprised to receive that call because she didn’t think they were that close.

Eddie going on about how he couldn’t call his abuela or the 118. He also isn’t allowed to talk to Buck. Lena letting him know that she didn’t mind bailing him out but is concerned as to the reason why he was jailed in the first place.

Buck was offered millions to settle. Buck is upset that they didn’t offer him his job back.  The attorney telling him that they may not want him back. That he could never work again. Buck goes in about how being a firefighter is his identity and that he didn’t want the attorney to put his friends thru the ringer.

Buck being offered Millions showcases how unfair Bobby was being. I understand where Bobby was coming from, he views Buck like a son and wants him to be safe. But the reality is that he was treating Buck differently and keeping him away from a job that Buck made his identity.

Lena takes Eddie to a street fight. They are sitting next to each other on a trunk of a car, both drinking. Eddie is partially distracted on his phone checking on Christopher.

Lena is telling Eddie that he is too pent up, that he needs an outlet for his anger. Eddie jokes about Lena being his therapist and she banters back, just the chick that bailed him out of jail. Lena than being called out to fight, taking Eddie by surprise. Lena absolutely kicking ass. Eddie proudly watching.

The 118 goes to the grocery store. Eddie and Lena discuss how the man he punched dropped the charges. Chim and Hen discuss how this trip is to distract from the Buck situation.

They bump into Buck at the grocery store. The 118 is caught off guard because Buck lives far away from this particular grocery store. Buck admits to being there in the hopes that he ran into them. Buck attempts to apologize. Eddie is the first to speak up. He’s angry and loud and obviously hurt by Bucks actions.

Buck trying to justify why he disclosed all that information to his lawyer. Buck is confused as to why Eddie is so pissed off at him.

To be fair this lawsuit really targeted Bobby out of everyone. The rest of the team did catch a few strays.

Eddie shouts, “Because you are exhausting. We all have our own problems but you don’t see us whining about it. No somehow, we just manage to suck it up. Why can’t you.”

Lena is standing in the background with her arms crossed, looking like Eddies back up. Everyone in silent and Eddie is stern and loud. The camera pans to Buck, who looks sad and remorseful.

There is a car accident/road rage incident in the background happening as Eddie is shouting. No one is paying attention to that.

 “No, but he filed a stupid lawsuit, and now I can’t even talk to you because of it. You know how much Christopher misses you? How could you? You’re not around.”

Buck is making the sudden realization about how much his lawsuit affected the people he cares about.  Buck vocalizes how he didn’t realize he was hurting them in that way and offering to visit Christopher and how the lawsuit doesn’t prevent that.  

Eddie continuing to go off,” No, it prevents me from reaching out to you.  I couldn’t even call you to bail me out of jail.” Eddie taking it down a notch when he realized he disclosed to much and shocked faces all-around.  

Buck being upset with Eddie for not seeing his side. Eddie becoming angry again and states, “Because that is all you see.” The road rage happening outside finally gets everyone’s attention and they run out of the grocery store.

We all talk about this moment in the grocery store as the divorce moment and that’s the best way to describe it.  Eddie is finally able to vocalize his anger. Eddie is upset because he felt like he lost his best friend. Yes, he’s upset on Christopher’s behalf, but this moment was personal to Eddie. A moment we should have seen Bobby lashing out at Buck, we instead get to see the unintended victims of this entire law suit. Buck really did not think passed the fact that he wanted his job back. Didn’t think of the people he’d hurt and push to the side.

The 118 watches the two vehicles in a road rage turn into an emergency that they must tend to. Buck stands in the middle contemplating everything.

Rage room: Bobby planned an event at the rage room. They need to let out their pent-up anger. Chim and Lena are hanging out together surprised that Hen showed up. Buck makes an appearance and thanks Bobby for inviting him. Bobby quickly tells Buck that he’s been reinstated to active duty. He also discloses how Buck could have been transferred out of the 118, but that he isn’t.

Montage of the 118 smashing things as Eddie narrates about different kinds of anger and being out of control. Lena and Buck finally interact. Lena happily handing Buck a sledge hammer. Buck being eager to use that sledge hammer to break shit. They proceed to destroy a piece of concrete Buck asks, “Where is Eddie?” Lena responds with, “He said he had other plans.”

Cut to Eddie Street fighting. It’s a pretty gruesome fight. Eddie letting all his rage out on this poor man, so much so that someone has to pull him off.

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 show #911 #evan buckley #911 rewatch

[ai-the-broccoli]

if I had a nickel every time an episode in Ace Attorney involves a murder orchestrated by a pair of partners-in-crime where:

the one who wanted the victim dead and who's calling the shots is the yang-esque partner, an orange/red-coloured and explicitly cat-coded villain antagonist man with a misleadingly nice title/nickname/slogan ("tender"; "refreshing" etc) that doesn't suit his real nature + a bright conspicuous motorbike that is currently out of use, whose main thing is acting i.e. playing different characters & roles, and is able to fool many around him with his act, who is the primary antagonist or "real" bad guy in the episode narratively and,

the one who was enlisted by the cat-coded biker to help with the murder is the yin-esque partner, a black/white-coloured character with an ostentatious visible sign of past injury on their head and an eerie aura designated to invoke fear & creepiness from the moment they appear on screen, who consistently makes it sound as if they might kill you or someone else any second when they speak, but is ultimately treated as less antagonistic/more sympathetic than cat biker by the narrative.

and

cat biker stars as the leading role of their murderous two-man act, while the scary accomplice plays a supporting role in the background costumed in the uniform of the service job (e.g. maid, butler, waitress, bellboy) they're disguising themselves in.

despite serving the cat biker, scary accomplice is actually far more powerful in reality and both of them know it. scary accomplice's last name is infamously powerful in the criminal underworld and strikes terror into people's hearts; when brought up to the law enforcement for the first time, the player is told that other outlaws fear them and the police can't reach them.

cat biker acts tough and intimidating with the rogue face he puts on but he's actually a coward absolutely terrified of scary accomplice's actual power, because he knows the only reason they hasn't got him dead yet is that he is still on the accomplice's good side and they trust him.

and

the duo carries out the murder according to cat biker's wish but they're unsatisfied without making sure biker never gets convicted, so they decide to take a step further and mess with the lawyering as well. so they target phoenix wright personally, which eventually becomes their undoing because it just pushes him to find out the truth even more.

moreover, phoenix hates betrayal personally, and during his search he finds out that cat biker has been deceiving scary accomplice all along, despite scary accomplice's strong devotion to and forceful dedication to trusting cat biker. cat biker also even expresses his contempt toward them for this foolish trust behind them

phoenix breaks the truth about this betrayal to scary accomplice but couldn't get through until he provides evidence with the correct explanation, because accomplice has wanted to trust cat biker. after phoenix gets the truth through, scary accomplice completely turns against cat biker and wants him punished, which eventually helps phoenix gets him convicted and jailed with the help of unconventional methods

...I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but,

did you know that AA2: Justice for All was originally going to have 5 episodes, and Recipe for Turnabout was supposed to be 2-4 while Farewell, My Turnabout was originally meant to be 2-5, before they ran out of space and switched Recipe for Turnabout out for AA3 instead?

which means if it went as planned, Recipe for Turnabout would've been right before Farewell, My Turnabout. I wonder if that means this parallel could actually have been not completely unintentional?

anyway it's hilarious to me to think that Farewell, My Turnabout (the Engarde & De Killer case) would've been exactly one case after Recipe for Turnabout (the Tigre & Viola case) and exactly one case before the Dahlia & Phoenix case (Dahlia is a villain tied to the theme of deceit + comparable to Matt, while Phoenix is all about trust and trusting your clients + foils Shelly). fellas is it gay to strongly parallel not one, but multiple doomed godawful dysfunctional canonical m/f romances thematically

#ace attorney #farewell my turnabout #recipe for turnabout #matt engarde #shelly de killer #furio tigre #viola cadaverini #i (ai) #sazatoro #phoenix wright

[awriterbutnot]

The Origin of Captain the Retired Police Dog (A Prequel)

Quick warning of angst. Sorry but I promise it will be the only one when it comes to Captain and no dogs die. And there is some animal cruelty but it’s only one scene. Masterlist Part 1

Captain spent his whole puppy puppyhood training to be a police dog

The people who raised him could see that he was the alpha of his litter and named him Captain

He was a quick learned and master all his tricks almost instantly

He was eager to be put on the force and help people

When he graduated from training he was partnered with a man name Officer Liam Gognam

He was a good man and a good police officer

They took to each other almost immediately

Of course, there was a learning curve with Captain adjusting to life on the field and Captain was Liam’s first K-9 officer

They made a great team

They would work different major events together

From parades to press events

Together they would keep the public safe from danger

When not on duty Liam did his best to give Captain a taste of civilian dog life

Captain lived with Liam in his apartment

The first day Captain came home with Liam he got him a giant fluffy bed that sat in the corner of his bedroom

Captain had dozens of tennis balls and loved to try and fit as many into his mouth as he could

Liam laughing: you already have two tennis balls in your mouth Captain, I don’t think you can fit three

Captain just gave the man a look that said watch me

On slow patrol nights Liam would stop at the park and play fetch with Captain

He would throw the ball as far as he could knowing that Captain would be able to find it no matter what

On nights when Liam was having flashbacks to some of his worst cases Captain would jump onto the bed with him resting his head on the man’s chest trying his best to comfort his partner

On one case Liam and Captain was tracking down an escaped prisoner

Captain was a head of Liam following the scent of the convent

Captain suddenly ran ahead howling to indicate he found the criminal

Liam: Good job Captain! Go get him!

Captain did as told charging at the man, but he didn’t see the bat the man was carrying

As Captain charged the man, he swung the bat at Captain hitting him in the side

Captain let out a loud whimper falling to his side before jumping up again trying to work through the pain

The man swung at Captain again, but this time Captain was able to catch the bat in his mouth trying to wrestle it out of the crinimal’s grip

Liam finally catching up to Captain, pulls out his gun: Freeze

Criminal seeing Liam dropped his bat and took off running

Captain chased after the man

Captain jumped up and grabbed the man’s arm pulling him to the ground

Liam grabbing onto the man: Good boy Captain, release!

Captain let go of the man’s arm and Liam hurled the man back on his feet

Liam putting handcuffs on the criminal: Adam Masters you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney if you cannot afford one, one will be offered to you…

Liam continue to read the man his rights as he dragged him to the back of his police cruiser

Captain was following the two limping a little from his injury.

After taking the man in Liam rushed Captain to the nearest vet

Luckily nothing was broken, but Captain did have severe bruising on his side

The vet orders a week of rest for Captain so he can heal up a bit

That week Captain got lots of pets, treats, and cuddles from Liam and the other officers of his prescient

Liam’s and Captain’s bond grew stronger and stronger

Captain couldn’t imagine having any other partner or human than Liam

And Liam couldn’t have a better K-9 partner

Everything was great between the two and they thought nothing could break them apart

But they were wrong

One night they were a assign a drug bust

It would be them and a couple other officers taking down a small drug operation

As soon as they enter the building Captain had a feeling something was going to go wrong

They entered a side entrance hoping to cut off anybody trying to escape

But the drug gang somehow knew they were coming

As they enter a drug dealer hid around a corner with a gun

Liam and Captain could hear gunfire from deeper in the building

As the partners got close the man jumped out and shot Liam

Liam was able to take him down but it was too late

The dealer was able to hit Liam in the arm severing a major artery

As Liam laid on the floor bleeding out Captain howled and barked trying to get some help for his human

Liam: Captain…Captain they won’t be able to hear you

Captain whimpered walking over to his partner laying his head on Liam’s chest letting Liam know that he was still there for him

Liam petting Captain on the head: Good boy. You were the best partner anybody could ever have

Captain licked Liam’s chin as if to say that he felt the same way

Captain laid there on top of Liam as the warmth slowly left him and Liam was gone

Captain was found hours later still lying on top of Liam’s body refusing to leave his partner even though his partner was gone

He was at Liam’s funeral as an honorary pallbearer

As Liam was being lowered into the ground Captain let out a mournful cry that broke the hearts of everybody in attendance

Everyone knew how close the two were

After that it was like Captain gave up

He refused to work with anybody else

The other officers did everything they could to keep Captain on the force but nothing could be done if he refused to do his job

Captain was officially retired a month after Liam’s death

Nobody from the station was able to take him in

So Captain ended up in a no kill shelter

He didn't have any hope of leaving the shelter

He knew nobody would want an adult dog with his past

Nobody would want a German Sheperd an “aggressive” breed

Nobody would want a dog still mourning his partner

He was there for almost a year when something changed

One Saturday a small girl approached

She was nothing like Liam

She was small, soft, and a civilian

Marinette: You’ve been here a while, huh?

Captain just gave the girl a look before ignoring her again.

Marinette: I’ve been alone for a while too, I was thinking we could be alone together?

Captain looked up at the girl again, and really looked at her

He could see a loneliness and a sadness in her eyes that matched his own

But under that he could also see a hidden strength

A fire that burned deep within her

He knew in that moment that even though he wasn’t looking for a new human he just found one

He gave the girl a lick on the cheek to show that he wanted to go with the girl

As she went to go tell her parents that she choose him Captain knew that she could never replace Liam, but she didn’t have two

He would grow to love her just as much as Liam

And as she took Captain home he couldn’t help but feel that Liam brought her too him

#Captain the Retired Police Dog #pet headcanon #damianette #maribat

[bubmyg]

ive said this before but ive only worked at my job for a total of like eight months (including internship hours etc etc) but i genuinely adore it there and i adore all my bosses. and it’s at least half because there are four extremely successful, older (than me) men who don’t ever make me feel like an idiot. like my one boss (a fucking ten year personal injury trial attorney) spent half our holiday party last year trying to teach me this card game. and it’s SO funny that it pisses my dad off that i like them all ekfnskxnskdnsk

#i kept calling them by name while telling my dad stories this weekend and he was like ‘idk why u say their names like ik them’ #also asked when I got there Thursday if ‘the men’ at my firm let me wear what I had on #1) had on jeans and a holiday sweater 2) there are two women partners too 😭 #that are of equal footing w the four men! and are treated as such!

[coochiequeens]

ByYuliah Alma. July 20, 2023

CONTENT NOTICE: This article contains disturbing details regarding the sexual abuse and sexualization of very young children. Reader discretion is appreciated.

A male politician credited with being the first openly transgender representative elected in the United States has now been charged with one count of the sexual exploitation of children, adding to the child pornography charges he had been handed last month.

Stacie Marie Laughton, born Barry Charles Laughton Jr., was described as a “woman” in a press release issued by the US Attorney for the District of Massachusetts.

39-year-old Laughton was formerly a Democratic representative in New Hampshire, first elected to the legislature in 2012. He became known as the first openly transgender individual to hold public office in the United States, but withdrew before taking the role when it was revealed that he had served four months in prison in 2008 on a felony conviction for identity and credit card fraud and falsifying physical evidence. 

A special election was scheduled a few weeks later, and Laughton signed up to run again. But officials barred him from holding public office as, according to state law, he had not completed his sentence.

After the sentence related to the 2008 conviction was exhausted, Laughton was allowed to run for office again in 2019. He was elected selectman in 2011, 2019, and 2021. He was also elected state representative in 2020.

Laughton won his most recent election in November of 2022, but he resigned less than one month after securing the seat following scrutiny for yet another criminal conviction. It was learned that just two months prior to his election, he had been charged with violating a stalking order that had been from an unidentified woman.

Laughton’s most recent criminal charge involves his former partner, Lindsay Groves, 38. Groves is alleged to have used her job in a daycare to take photos of the children’s genitals in a private restroom before sending the abuse material to Laughton. 

Groves had been employed at Creative Minds Early Learning Center in Tyngsborough, Massachusetts since 2017 when she was arrested and charged with sexual exploitation of children and distribution of child sexual abuse material along with Laughton.

Since the horrifying revelations of the abuse have come to light, the mother of a young boy who had been enrolled at the daycare has filed a civil lawsuit against Creative Minds.

According to the Boston Herald, the complaint, which was filed Monday with Middlesex Superior Court, the plaintiffs argue that the child victim “was caused to suffer, and will continue to suffer, severe and significant physical and emotional injuries; embarrassment, and emotional distress” as a direct result of the daycare’s “negligence and carelessness as well as the invasion of his privacy…” 

The lawsuit has also revealed that the daycare was reportedly informed years ago that Groves had been inappropriate with one of the children, and had been warned yet again last year, but took no action.

Groves revealed to investigators that she would direct the victims to pull their shirts towards their heads so “their vision would be obscured” while their pants were down at their ankles. While their vision was obscured, she used her iPhone to capture images of their genitalia. She would then send these photos to Laughton.

The photos were taken during bathroom breaks or routine diaper changes before the children took naps. 

The most recent court filings reveal that several disturbing text conversations regarding the victimized children took place between Laughton and Groves from May to June of this year.

On June 13, just days before their initial arrest, Groves sent Laughton a photo of a three-year-old boy with his genitals exposed and a second photo of a three-year-old girl with her genitals exposed. 

Groves said, “I took these for you today so I’m horny.” 

Laughton responded, “I like that I would like to see more of the pussy but I like that it[’s] fucking hot,” and asked, “Is that one of the girls we get to play with[?]”

Groves boasted neither of the child victims “gave her an issue.” 

Laughton continued: “That girl looks sweet … Do you think she would like sucking me and me rubbing my dick on her?” To which Groves responded, “Yeah.”

Laughton added, “It’s just a bummer she wont let me put my dick inside of her,” and Groves answered, “She’s not even 3 yet.”

The next morning, Laughton wrote to Groves in a lengthy, nervous message: “And I’m sorry I talk so much but the other thing I think about is do you think God is OK with us being bad girls[?]”

He continued, “…[some people] say having sex with kids is a bad thing and God never addresses sex with children in the Bible and God never really condemns say different sexual lifestyles but what do you think? Do you think we still have a place in heaven? Do you think God would still be OK with me being a minister[?]”

As previously revealed by Reduxx, Laughton became an ordained Minister and delivered his first sermon on YouTube earlier this year. According to GetOrdained, Laughton affiliated himself with Buddhism, Methodism, New Age, Oneness Pentecostalism, Pentecostalism, Protestantism, Rastafarianism, Spiritualism, Tibetan Buddhism, Unitarian Universalism, and the Universal Life Church.

Groves replied to Laughton’s concerns about his spirituality, writing: “Yes, God is ok with it and we will still go to heaven and he thinks you be a great minister.” 

Later that same day, Groves sent Laughton another photo of another three-year-old boy.

Laughton responded, “…I mean yes that picture was hot of that little boy but you probably have gotten the picture by now that I prefer a little girls, but he is cute. I’d like to see you put your hand around his penis.” 

Homeland Security Agents have confirmed with the children’s parents that the children victimized in the photographs were all only three years old. 

On June 15, another text message exchange included Laughton instructing Groves on how to take more photos of the children.

“If you take one or 2 [pictures] today can you hold the dick or put your finger in the girl,” he asked. “Do you think you can do any kissing their dick or kiss the pussy or someplace[?]”

Groves answered: “I’ll do my best.”

The US Attorney’s Office in Massachusetts announced that Laughton will be formally charged in the John Joseph Moakley federal courthouse in Boston, but no appearance date has yet been set. Laughton was referred to with “she/her” pronouns by the Attorney’s Office.

Groves is also being held in custody with no set date for her next court appearance.

Sentences for sexual exploitation of children are a minimum of 15 years and maximum of 30 years in prison. Upon release, a minimum of five years supervision is required but a maximum of a lifetime supervision is possible. Fines go up to $250,000.

Multiple media outlets reporting on Laughton’s case have referred to him as a “woman,” or by using feminine pronouns to describe him.

#USA #new hampshire #TIM arrested for child abuse #NotOurCrimes #Stacie Marie Laughton is Barry Charles Laughton Jr #Democrats embracing TIMs with troublesome past #Youtube

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for faking my death?

I (25M) knew a certain… man, (25M) when we we were young. Due to a certain incident, we drifted apart due to the fact that my new guardian’s child was not living where I was living at the time, so I had to move.

I thought I would never really see him again, despite the fact that somehow he kept writing me letters I never had time to respond to.

In that time, I developed horrid night terrors that replayed the incident that caused me to move, every night. These included witnessing the death of my late father, which I was a suspect for. I couldn’t help but feel as if I had caused his fatal injury myself, since I had thrown the weapon at him and the other man there to attempt to put a stop to their arguing (I was nine at the time of the incident)

Whenever I told my guardian about these night terrors, he mostly emphasized the importance of repentance. So, I decided to take a job that would let me repent in a way, by finding as many people as I could guilty.

It was here that I came across… that man again. His sparkling eyes and determination shone through the darkness of the evening that was my world. I told him I never wanted to see him again due to the unease and uncertainty that his presence was causing me- truly, I was unsure if I wanted the job I worked so hard for anymore…

After a month had passed, though, he came to me in my hour of need. I had been charged of a crime that I simply did not commit, despite all the evidence against me. What’s worse, was the man that was prosecuting my case was a man to be feared… and he was the man who was my guardian, all those years.

Somehow, some way, that bluffing attorney did it, and found the truth. I was innocent. This man that I had looked up to… he was really the cause of all my misery. I didn’t know how to deal with this newfound information. Did I even still want to work?

I wrote a note on the desk of my office that was supposed to represent a symbolic rebirth, in a way calling back to the name of the man who saved me, and flew overseas.

When I got back, apparently everyone thought I was dead, and my sister had flown half across the world to get revenge. I can’t help but feel like maybe I might be TA here, but they know me- they should have known that I would have done this in the most dramatic way possible.

So, AITA for accidentally faking my death?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality