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offender42085 · 4 months

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Robert Seth Denton, Tennessee inmate 603028, born 1996, incarceration intake March 2019 at age 22, sentenced to life

Murder

In March 2019, Robert Denton, a man convicted of killing three of his family members in August 2015 was sentenced to serve two life sentences.

Judge James F. Goodwin Jr. sentenced Denton to two consecutive life sentences without the possibility of parole plus five years.

A jury convicted Denton of three charges of first-degree murder, one charge of reckless aggravated assault, one charge of aggravated assault causing fear and one count of felony reckless endangerment.

“I think, legally, that was the appropriate sentence in this case,” Sullivan County District Attorney Gen. Barry Staubus said. “We believe the facts that substantiate three people were murdered, but as the judge noted, in the room there were a number of children. That was important as a deciding factor in the case.

Defense attorney Ricky Curtis said that the next step for them will be to file for a new trial. Curtis requested court transcripts, and will have 30 days to file a motion for a new trial.

“Any time you have a case this serious, first of all, it’s generally standard procedure,” Curtis said, adding, “It’s our opinion that there may be some issues that we need to look at again to make sure all the right decisions were made during the course of the trial.”

Goodwin said that he found Denton to be a dangerous offender with “no regard for human life.”

“This case was all about hate. Hate for his mother and his grandmother. Therefore he is not a dangerous offender to other human life.” The defense attorney said he voluntarily left the children and his grandfather alive.

During the hearing, Goodwin said he was not giving Denton’s personal and family mental health conditions “a great deal of weight,” but said he would give “great weight” to the children who were present in the room at the time of the shooting.

“When he did the shootings, all those children were in that confined space. All the children witnessed the killing,” Goodwin said. “At least two of those children remain in counseling to this day.”

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inbarfink · 1 year

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So this little exchange here is Picture-Show-Specific, there’s no equivalent piece of dialogue in the original stage version. Cause the motorcyclists are all actually Frank’s Transylvanian guests, and they are a specifically movie-exclusive element of ‘Rocky Horror’.

The stage show calls the backup dancers ‘phantoms’, and usually treats them as entirely non-diegetic. Like, some productions do dress them up like the film’s Transylvanians (due to the movie and it’s iconography eclipsing the show in popularity) or sorta implies that they’re also part of the castle staff like Riff-Raff and Magenta. But for the most part, any piece of dialogue that implies there’s anyone in the Frankenstein’s Place outside of our main characters is movie-spesific.

(Film)

(Show)

The movie is hardly grounded in reality, but I guess they decided that non-diegetic backup dancers was a flavor of unreality that only works in theatre - but also they still wanted an actual dancing crowd for like the Time Warp and stuff. So they wrote in the whole idea of the “Annual Transylvanian Convention” and added that line from the Criminologist about how the ‘other guests departed’ after the “I Can Make You a Man” reprise so that the castle is appropriately empty for the rest of the story.

And this is how it hit me, that that exchange about the motorcyclists isn’t just there to, like, foreshadow the Transylvanians and contrast them with Brad and Janet being totally judgemental squares. It also there to plug a movie-spesific plot hole.

Cause if Brad and Janet are in the Frankenstein’s Place just cause their car got stuck, and there’s a bunch of other guests around who leave midway through the story... why didn’t Brad and Janet just ask one of them for a ride back to Denton? Well, that’s because all the Transylvanians ride on motorcycles, and as that exchange clearly establish, Brad and Janet don’t like motorcycles and think they’re dangerous.

The implications of that are hilarious to me. Like, Brad and Janet could’ve skipped the entire latter half of the plot if only they weren’t such big judgy weenies about motorbikes.

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #rocky horror #rhps #brad majors #janet weiss

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1nm806 · 8 months

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OUR MAN DENTON !!!

#newsies #92sies #livesies #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #spot conlon #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #sarah jacobs #bryan denton #crutchie morris #racetrack higgins #and jack and race #crutchie newsies #newsies twitter

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make-friends-with-the-rats · 29 days

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#1992sies #newsies 1992 #92sies #1992 newsies #newsies #spot conlon #sprace #bryan denton #our man denton #“disgraceful denty those poor boys” haunts me to this day #what the fuck was that about #shitposting

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terezis · 2 years

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ok here’s my taz steeplechase character notes

for ur reference and mine:

carmine denton: the founder of dentonics, the "first name in entertainment" and the company behind the theme park steeplechase, aka the setting of this campaign

he began founding travelling carnivals and state fairs in the 2030s and 40s, which ended up becoming regional theme parks similar to busch gardens

later, he bought up some land in georgia and founded the first layer of what would become steeplechase; he began moving elements of the other parks he’d built here, and then built upwards, creating the different "layers" of parks that exist in steeplechase today

the campaign takes place a few hundred years in our future

we're starting in the "ustaben" layer of steeplechase, which is built around nostalgia... taking experiences that you thought you’d never have again brought back to you for a very "reasonable" fee. the pcs work at an arcade called "poppy's place"

PLAYER CHARACTERS

travis is playing lyndon julius, but he goes by the alias BEEF PUNCHLEY. call him beef. he's a cutter, which is like a fighter

a very large and beefy man

either a former heavyweight boxer or an arm wrestler, not sure which

had to leave this profession after some "issues" and is not allowed to box anymore

was pretty famous, people knew of him, so now he's like, almost a mascot-like figure? sounds like he does promoter work within the park. tries to get people to play BEEF PUNCHLEY'S PUNCH OUT arcade game. it’s an arm wrestling game.

i am personally picturing him as like a guy who would probably sign autographs at a local comic con, but that's just me

special move: not to be trifled with

clint is playing EMERICK DREADWAY. he's a whisper, which is the blades in the dark equivalent of a magic user.

this world doesn't have magic in the dnd sense; hard light technology is its "supernatural" equivalent. it's basically solid holograms with shape, form, and physicality. is the secret to dentonic's success

emerick was a "creationeer," one of the fathers of hard light technology/ one of the first innovators, but he's not a very forceful guy so other people took credit for his "genius" and he's been kinda ousted and demoted over time, which "wrecked his life"

basically a maintenance guy now, works on hard light constructs

older man, slim and "waspish"

special move: compel

griffin is playing MONTROS PRETTY (he/him). montros is a slide, which is a "subtle manipulator and spy." a salesman kinda character. described as a charismatic opportunist

was a "cast" member and, on the criminal side of things, used to be a low-tier member of another crew; he left that crew on bad terms and now works at this arcade

special move: cloak and dagger

griffin says he's always wearing a hard light, hexadecimal mask whose face changes to display emotion. justin asks griffin to clarify and make it less creepy. griffin says it is very uncanny valley, making it more creepy

only takes the mask off to eat spaghetti

the crew

the crew's main gig is peddling luxury experiences (normally only available to parkgoers) to other employees, done via hard light projection

like when you're working in the best buy warehouse and you wanna lay down behind the fridge boxes where the cameras can't see you so you can't get in trouble with your bosses

a sneaky break room to relax on the boss's dime kinda thing

tentatively called mirages

currently based out of the back room of the arcade

minor npcs so far include: poppy mervin, their boss at the arcade, nice guy

“the more kindly poppy is the more likely u will have to kill him" - justin

someone they like: eustace chevon, an ai hard light construct grandpa

someone they hate: viktrola gold, the nosy guy who works at anachronknicknacks

the woman who falls from the sky: black trenchcoat, three knives strapped to her, balaclava, says "fuck"

#taz #taz steeplechase #taz spoilers #phew

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sterek8nights · 5 months

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Our Future In These Photographs

Another Hanukkah fic!

For the Sterek8Nights Bingo squares: gift exchange, combining, family

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Please check out the prompts and the bingo card and join me in Hanukkah-ing Sterek!

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Derek looked around the store forlornly. Nothing here was right, and he was starting to panic. Hanukkah started in three days, and he still didn’t have anything for Stiles.

So, he did what he usually did when he had a problem he needed help with and he couldn’t call Stiles: he called Stiles’ dad, and texted Boyd.

“Still can’t think of what to get him, huh?” John answered in lieu of a greeting, and Derek groaned. The man may be the actual Sheriff, and his kind of father-in-law, but it was often irritating how much he noticed.

“No. And I am this close to just giving him my credit card and setting him lose at that little occult shop on Denton that has the actual magic stuff in the basement,” Derek not-quite whined.

John chuckles, and even though Derek’s annoyed, the sound is comforting in its familiarity. “As much as he’d enjoy that, I’m not sure that your bank account, or his bookshelves, really need to take that hit, son.”

It’s Derek’s turn to laugh then. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

That’s when he sees it, tucked under a little stack of sweaters, clearly discarded by a customer that couldn’t be bothered to return it to its proper place. A silver picture frame with intricate designs set into the metal. Derek snatches it up and says a hasty goodbye to John, citing an epiphany and barely catching the “Good luck, kid,” that he tacks on before Derek hangs up and shoves his phone into his pocket.

After a quick stop at his family’s vault, and another to the Stilinksi residence, he rushes home, glad to beat Stiles there, and hurries to his office to wrap his gifts.

***

The first night of Hanukkah is spent with John at his house, with just the three of them, starting the week off with a relative calm before various combinations of friends and co-workers, and the pack all invade Derek and Stiles’ house for the other days.

After lighting the menorah, and eating the latkes they had all made together, they head to the living room to exchange gifts, Derek and Stiles give John a trip for the three of them to see the Mets and a stay in a really nice hotel for a few days. He tries to protest, but Stiles has already arranged the time off for him, so he hugs them both and starts talking about what else they can do while they’re in New York.

John commits to what he insists are “traditional Hanukkah gifts”, and gives them both packages of novelty socks and matching t-shirts with photo realistic wolves howling at the moon on the front. Stiles cackles and hugs his dad even as he complains about not being a kid anymore, but John waves his protests off. “You know how this works, kid. Socks are tradition! I just picked a package at random, you could’ve just as easily gotten an art kit, or something surprising!” he defends with a smirk, knowing that they all not-so-secretly find it hilarious to get three or four nights of “useful” presents amid all the rest.

“At least it’s not underwear,” Derek jokes, only for Stiles to look him in the eye and waggle his eyebrows in a way that never fails to make Derek feel fond, even though it’s objectively ridiculous.

“Maybe not from dad,” Stiles replies, making Derek blush, eyes darting furiously to John, and then back to Stiles.

John groans, loud and long-suffering. “That’s more than I need to know, son,” he complains good naturedly, tossing the balled-up wrapping paper from his gift at Stiles and hitting him square on the nose. After a few moments of shared laughter and a brief wrapping paper war, John announces it’s time for the two of them to exchange their gifts.

Stiles scrambles to grab his box, wrapped in shimmery blue and surprisingly heavy for its size when Stiles sets it in Derek’s hand. He watches expectantly as Derek unwraps it carefully. Inside the box are two stones; one is about half the size of Derek’s palm, the other is quarter-sized and on a necklace, they’re both practically glowing, and Derek realizes it’s the same shimmer the wrapping paper had.

“They carry the most powerful protection spell I could find,” Stiles explains. “The big one, you bury in your yard and it will keep the house and a good amount of the surrounding forest safe. The small one you wear,” he says, wrapping his hands around Derek’s. “As a bonus feature, if you hold the pendant, it sends a little buzz to me through my spark, so you can tell me you’re thinking of me, or hold it longer, and it’s like the Bat-signal signal.”

Derek manages a slightly awed smile as he looks up at Stiles from where he was watched they tangled hands, and a “I love it, thank you,” that’s a little more choked up than he’d like to admit before Stiles pulls him close for a brief, chaste kiss.

“You’re welcome. Happy Hanukkah, Der,” Stiles says into the small space between them. “Now where’s mine?” he asks with mock-seriousness, successfully resetting the mood.

Derek scoffs and rolls his eyes, as is expected of him, and carefully hands Stiles his meticulously wrapped box.

Stiles is not a careful-unwrapper, but he takes his time with this one, maybe he picked up on Derek and John’s excitement.

When the wrapping paper is off, Stiles looks between Derek and John quizzically, his fingers hovering over the edges of the outer box. “What did you two do?” Stiles asks, eyes narrowing.

John puts both hands up in a calming gesture, but Derek barks out an anxious “Open it,” and then immediately regrets it when they both look at him like he’s lost his mind. Derek huffs out a laugh and ruffles his own hair. “Sorry. I was really anxious about what to get you; your dad helped when I figured it out.”

Stiles grins wide. He loves that his dad and his boyfriend get along so well. He is also insanely curious about what’s in the box.

He lifts the lid off the box and runs delicate fingers over the tissue paper folded over the contents, peeling it away slowly. Once it’s out of the way, Stiles gasps, a hand flying to his mouth.

Inside the box are two not-quite identical silver frames.

In one, is a picture of Stiles, John, Derek, Cora, and Peter with the rest of the pack, on the giant porch at Stiles and Derek’s house. In the other, is a similar picture, except it’s on the porch at the old Hale house, and the pack in the picture is Derek’s family. Derek is maybe three years old, Peter barely a teenager, and Cora and Stiles are technically there, too, because in the middle of the photograph are Talia and Claudia, both very pregnant, with their arms thrown around each other. John is on the other side of Stiles’ mom, absolutely beaming at the camera.

Stiles looks up at Derek and his dad, eyes wet with unshed tears. He knew that his parents were friends with the Hales, had seen the occasional photo – mostly in boxes of his mother’s things in the attic – but he’d never seen this specific picture before, never a picture of him and Derek together, because the Hales had distanced themselves when John got promoted at the Sheriff’s department, not wanting him to have to lie about the supernatural in any official capacity, so they’d missed out on being in each other’s lives until they met again as teenagers.

“Der,” Stiles whispers, tracing the edges of the frames.

“I found that frame, the newer one, and I remembered a similar one from the vault that I’d seen years ago. With that picture. It, uh. It didn’t mean anything at the time, it was so long ago, but I brought it here, and your dad told me a little about that time–”

“There’s an envelope in the box, with some things your moms both wrote, and some I wrote out,” John interrupts gently. Derek nods at him gratefully.

Stiles has the envelope out and open before his dad finishes speaking, not exactly reading, more just tracing the shape of his mom’s handwriting, taking in the curl of Talia’s and John’s neat, tight lettering. He looks up again, carefully placing the precious papers back in the box, and half launching-half falling into Derek’s arms. Derek wraps his arms around Stiles without having to think about it.

“I love you,” Stiles says into Derek’s neck.

“I love you, too,” Derek replies mostly into Stiles’ shoulder.

Stiles spreads out one arm towards his dad and waves his hand around. “Come here, Pops, get in on this family hug STAT,” he demands, slightly muffled from how he hasn’t quite turned his head out of Derek’s neck. John obliges with minimal grunting and groaning about being too old to be on the floor, and Derek and Stiles tug him into the hug, all of them a little sniffly. “Love you, dad. Thank you.”

“Aw, hell, kid, I love you, too,” John replies, “Have I told you recently that you did alright with picking that Hale kid to marry?” he teases.

“We’re not married, dad.”

“Yet,” Derek corrects, and Stiles pulls away quickly, only managing to avoid whacking Derek and his dad with his head because of Derek’s reflexes.

“Yet?!” he squwaks. When Derek only shrugs, he adds “Derek Hale, if you are planning on making me cry again this Hanukkah, I am going to be so mad at you.”

John laughs, knowing full well that Stiles has a ring and a whole plan for sometime before New Year’s. Derek though? Derek pulls Stiles back in, says “I promise, no more crying presents,” and wracks his brain for what to get for Stiles for the next seven nights.

Maybe he can move up his proposal plan?

#sterek fic #eternalsterek #sterek8nights #sterek event #sterek prompt #sterek bingo #sterek holidays

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