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tearsofrefugees · 7 months
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turn-up-the-truth · 9 months
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Repost: @stopcopcity> CALL-IN CAMPAIGN: Victor has been stolen by the state again.
After 3 months of being held captive at DeKalb County Jail with no indictment, he is now facing indefinite captivity at Stewart Detention Center, a facility notorious for its horrendous conditions. Stewart Detention Center is owned by CoreCivic, one of the largest private prison corporations in the world.
Call the ICE Atlanta Field Office at 404-893-1290 to demand Victor be immediately released after this cross-agency repression tactic.
You can dial *67 before this number to call anonymously. Other ways to support Victor can be found on the third slide of this post.He was arrested for attending the South River Music Festival on March 5th, where he was violently attacked by a police officer and held in a chokehold.
Victor’s arrest and continued captivity embodies how the State criminalizes Black and brown people for simply existing and profits off of the carceral facilities that train officers and hold people in bondage.
The state has entrenched itself in corporate relationships that make massive profits off of carceral facilities like Cop City, ICE Detention Centers, jails, and prisons.End criminalization of dissent against the state.
 End criminalization of Black and brown people for simply existing. End corporate profiteering from incarceration, militarizing police, and all prisons.
#AbolishPolice #AbolishPrisons #AbolishCorporateStateViolence #stopcopcity #defendatlantaforest #FreeVictor
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fierymiasma · 10 months
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◎ Teach Him a Lesson ◎: Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio
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Summary/Request: Ever since the three of them started dating, Sebastian's been getting really jealous whenever Ominis starts kissing their girlfriend.
It's about time they teach him a lesson.
Requested by Anon 💗
Tags: NSFW, Smut, Jealous Sebastian, Dominis, Bondage, Hair Pulling, Sub!Sebastian, Threesome
Words: 5k
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Ever since the three of them starting courting each other, Sebastian's done everything to be the doting boyfriend that they both deserved. 
…Unfortunately, he couldn't help the fact that he was sometimes a jealous git.
He has always wrestled with his jealous emotions, even when it was just him and his little sweetheart.  He adored having the complete undivided attention of the hero of Hogwarts.  Being her everything.  When Ominis later joined their relationship, Sebastian was over the moon.  Finally, now both his lovers were his, completely his and his alone.
Of course, he somehow forgot that Ominis and his sweetheart would fall for each other too.
For a while, he was able to keep his dark emotions in check.  Whenever he caught Ominis whispering Parseltongue in her ear, he would simply grit his teeth and close his eyes until the moment had passed.  Whenever she chose to rest her head on Ominis's shoulder instead of Sebastian's, he would simply grab her legs and rest them in his lap.  The brief moments would always pass quickly enough.  And whenever Sebastian was finally back in the center of attention, everything would be right in the world.
His storm of emotions was held at bay…for a while.  But as their 7th year passed at a languid pace, and their feelings only grew, the storm raged harder.  Sebastian would see how Ominis developed a small private smile, only for her.  And his sweetheart would read Ominis's favorite books out loud to him, lost in a fantasy world with just the two of them.  The storm raged and raged and raged until….
It had been a long day in detention as he paid his penance for his last bout of tomfoolery.  Sebastian had been so eager to return to the safety of the Room of Requirement, longing to smother his waiting girlfriend with heated kisses.
What he hadn't expected was to swing open the door and see that someone had already taken his place.
She was on Omnis's lap, soft smooth legs wrapped around his waist.  Her shirt untucked from her waistband, allowing Ominis's large hands to sneak their way up to uncovered breasts.  Her hair, normally so woven in intricate designs had completely tumbled down, waves framing her slim shoulders.  They were kissing.  Ominis had his other hand underneath her chin, bringing her lips closer to his.  Her hands fisted Ominis's vest, pulling him closer.
Sebastian cleared his throat, startling the other two from their kiss.  Their faces were soft and inviting, begging for him to join.  It always was this way.  The other two would always inevitably reach out and pull him into their embrace.
But it was too late, the dam holding back his storm of anger had broken.  His face twisted into an ugly snarl.  "Leaving me out again, you two?  That's perfectly fine by me!  I hope you have the time of your lives without me." He stiffly turned away, slamming the large door of the Room of Requirement much harder than needed.
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He avoided the other two. 
Sebastian shouldn't be jealous.  He was better than this.  Sebastian knew of course, that despite that fact that it was him that introduced the two together, that he wouldn't always be in the middle of their relationship.   He knew in the back of his mind that they were falling in love without him there.  After all, it was what was agreed upon.
So, why did he act this way?
His hand clutched the owl post she had sent him.  "Meet me in the Undercroft.  I got a new spell that I think will be to your liking."  Sebastian's frown melted.
He needed to apologize.  They both deserved better. 
As he stepped forward in the light of the Room of Requirement, he paused, not expecting to see Ominis there as well.  They were sitting next to each other on one of the many couches, hands folded in their laps as if they were waiting for his arrival.
Bollocks.  This was an intervention, wasn't it?
His apology was stuck in his throat, unable to come out. 
"Sebastian."  Their dove greeted, always the peacemaker between the two boys.  "Come and sit with us."
He obeyed, stiffly sinking into one of the chairs in front of them.  Like a criminal in front of a jury.
"I'm sorry."  He began.  "I shouldn't have yelled at you two.  I do love you, the both of you.  I'm…I'm sorry." 
"Thank you Sebastian." she says, voice soothing.  He didn't dare look into her eyes, not wanting to see the pity there.
"Sebastian, I too appreciate your apology."  Ominis's voice is sharp.  "But this is entirely unacceptable.  We all agreed, at the very start of this whole affair, that we were in this, all three of us, together. 
"I'm sorry, Ominis.  I didn't mean it.  I've never meant to hurt you."  Sebastian says lowly.  He can't help but wonder how many times he's apologized to the two of them.  Not just for this but…for….everything. 
Sebastian's hands curled into fists in his lap.  "I confess.  I don't mean to be like this.  I want you two to be happy together.  I…I just can't…"
He swallowed thickly.  "I'm letting my emotions get the better of me.  I have been for a while."
"Well, in my opinion, I think you're long overdue for a lesson."  Ominis declared.
"A lesson?"  Sebastian repeated dumbly, not knowing where this was going.
His sweetheart stood up from her comfortable position on the couch next to Ominis.  "A lesson.  Maybe some exposure into what you fear most would do you some good?"
She approached the seated Sebastian, towering over him impressively so.  She bent down at the waist, angling her jaw to meet his lips.  Sebastian hummed in pleasant surprise.  Well, if this was the lesson, then consider himself a very eager student.  His neck strained as he reached up to her face, begging for forgiveness.  She broke the kiss far too early, quickly pulling away from him.  Sebastian's eyes were still closed, trying to chase her retreating lips.  He only opened his eyes just in time to see her wand pointed at him.  Before he could react she muttered a spell that Sebastian wasn't familiar with.
"Incarcerous"
Thick black tendrils of rope shot out from the ends of her wand, slithering across his chest and wrapping themselves around the arms of the chair.  His hands tied behind his back, Sebastian strained his muscles against the bondage, but it was no use.
"What the fu-"  he struggled. 
His traitorous girlfriend giggled, tucking her wand back into her sleeve.  "I wasn't lying.  I did invite you here to show off a new spell."
"What is the meaning of this?"
Ominis stepped forward.  His hand curling around their lover's waist, in a deliberately possessive manner.  "It's as we said.  A lesson for you Sebastian.  Maybe, in time, you'll come to enjoy it."
Ominis pulled her into a kiss in front of Sebastian.  Their eyes fluttered closed, lost in each other.
Sebastian momentarily paused in his escape attempt.  A faint blush crept its way towards his cheeks.  His eyes were glued to their entwined form.  He hated how forgotten he was, cast aside like an afterthought.  His stomach boiled hotly.  "I don't understand this."
Ominis broke apart from their lover despite her sigh of disappointment.  "All you need to do, Sebastian, is be good for us.  Can you be a good, Sebastian?"
The realization of what was happening washed over Sebastian.  Ominis had always let Sebastian take the lead in the bedroom.  It was hard not to.  Sebastian's greedy passion roared too ferociously, and he was always too ravenous in the bedroom, consuming his lover until there was nothing left.
This is what Ominis must be like whenever he was with their sweetheart--dominating and demanding.  Sebastian never tried to imagine the two of them together in the bedroom.
Now, he was starting to regret it.
"I don't like to repeat myself, Sebastian."  Ominis's voice dripped with displeasure, drawing Sebastian back into reality.
"Will you be a good boy for us, Sebastian?"  Ominis tilted his nose up, looking down on Sebastian haughtily.   
There wasn't even a second of hesitation.  "Yes."  Sebastian groaned. 
"Then watch." 
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With only his beating heart keeping time, Sebastian couldn't tell if it had been mere seconds or hours since he had been imprisoned. 
Ominis had been taking his sweet time, trailing soft delicate kisses in secretive pattern along her skin.  Their kisses were slow and languid as if they were so lost in each other that time lost all meaning.  Sebastian had never before seen such patience in the bedroom, having always preferred to listen to his animalistic rush of adrenaline.  
The fibers of his heart were tearing in different directions.  Sebastian couldn't ignore how hard his cock was, begging for release.  He of course, listened to Ominis, dutifully watching the two of them take each other apart.  It seemed as if they completely forgot about him.
What was the point in this whole exercise if they were just going to ignore him?
I should be the one kissing her….Ominis should be marking me.  He tried to ignore how his cock pulsated with need.
"It's a shame that I can't join in with you two."  Sebastian's tongue was often far more clever than his head.  His voice took on a silky smooth tone, the one that Sebastian knew made his lovers weak at the knees.  "If only there were a way for me to get out of this rope."
They ignored him, perhaps deliberately.
Sebastian's back tooth almost cracked in frustration.
"Now, how is this even a lesson if I'm not participating in it?"  He pouted, pretending to be unaffected by this whole affair despite the bulge in his pants telling otherwise. 
Finally, the two pulled apart.  She looked at Ominis with an amused gaze, her eyes sparkling with some inside joke Sebastian wasn't getting. 
"Ominis, let's give Sebastian what he wants."
Ominis kissed her lips reverently.  "As you wish."
Where was this gentleness when Ominis was bedding Sebastian?
The long pale fingers that Sebastian adored so much lightly trailed up her back.  And Ominis deft fingers plucked at her dress like violin strings.  The fabric seemed to melt away effortlessly, leaving her only in undergarments.
Sebastian's eyes widened in disbelief.  He had always struggled with the intricate clasps, strings, and buckles of her conservative clothing.  Sebastian always needed to resort to tearing her garments into pieces from her body and reparo'ing them the morning after.
The pair got onto the couch behind them.  Ominis coaxed her nearly bare body onto his lap.  She leans against him, her back pressing firmly against his chest.  His hands roamed possessively over her exposed thighs, spreading them for Sebastian to see.
Sebastian shivered.
"Pay attention, Sebastian."  There was a hint of a smirk on Ominis's lips.  "You might learn a thing or two."
Half of him wanted to act out in protest.  The other half was dying to see where Ominis was going with this.
Ominis hands dipped underneath the breastband of her bra.  Sebastian couldn't quite see what Ominis's fingers were doing, but he could certainly imagine.  A moan was drawn from her pretty lips, and now Sebastian definitely knew what Ominis was doing. 
It should be Sebastian making her moan so prettily.  Sebastian's biceps flexed against the tip rope around him.  The chair squeaked in protest.
"Sebastian…ah…."  Her voice was breathless as Ominis's quick fingers make quick work of her bra, leaving her breasts for view.  Sebastian's eyes trail over every inch of newly exposed skin.  Merlin, she was so gorgeous.  She gasped, "Good boys look….a-ah…but they don't touch."
Sebastian's brain could barely functioning.  "What?"
"You're being jealous, Sebastian."  Sebastian's mouth hung open.  Unbelievable, the nerve of these two.  How was he survive this?  To just stay tied up?  Just watch the two people he loves most in the world worship each other's bodies?
His cock wept, straining against his pants.
As she relaxed in Ominis's arms, he pulling her soft thighs apart for Sebastian to see.  She shyly ducked her head, not used to being on display for another man like this.
Ominis whispered in her ear, just loud enough for Sebastian's straining ears to hear.  "Let's show Sebastian what we get up to without him, dove."
She whimpered for the other man so sweetly.  Sebastian's heart skipped a beat.  Those noises were supposed to be for him. 
Sebastian's eyes widen in anticipation.  She gently guided Ominis hands to her increasingly wet undergarments.  Ominis's long fingers pulled them to the side. 
Her eyes fluttered close, head dropped back to rest on Omins's shoulders.   Sebastian wanted to throw up, wanted to close his eyes and turn away from the scene in front of him.
He couldn't look away.
Sebastian's eyes traced over the long length of Omins's digits dipping further into her wet center.  They followed the fine tremor in her quivering thighs.  Her wetness clung to his fingers.
T-this was supposed to be Sebastian's job.  And yet, here was he completely immobile in front of her, helpless to do anything but watch his boyfriend and girlfriend engrossed in their own pleasure.
There was that familiar coil of jealous tightening in his stomach.  But right next to it, was his rock hard shaft, weeping profusely onto his slacks with need. 
He bucked his hips against the tight binds, trying to chase relief, to no avail.
"Do you think Sebastian's gotten over his jealousy, dove?"  Ominis asked.  His other hand snaked under her jaw, forcing her to look back at the man before her, a hard command to follow when her own pleasure was so distracting.
Sebastian's heart skipped a beat.  They were putting on a show for him. 
She groaned, opening her eyes to look at the pathetic tied man in front of her.  His muscles strained against the binds holding him down.  Her eyes trailed down his form to the noticeable bulge in his pants that was begging for release.
"I-I'm…ah, Ominis!…n-not sure." she replied.  The muscles in her stomach were tightening in anticipation.
"Y-yes, yes please, Ominis, I've learned my lesson.  Please, please, untie me.  Let me show you."  Sebastian begged, not quite even remembering what the whole point of this whole exercise was for. 
Ominis hummed, seemingly unmoved by Sebastian's pretty pleads.  His fingers quickened in their movement, pumping in and out of their girlfriend's core.  "How can I trust someone like you?  Half the times, I don't know whether to punish you or reward you."
She mewled, eyes shut tight, her back arching off of Ominis's chest.  It was getting increasingly harder to participate in the conversation.  She was so, so close.
"I'll be good."  Sebastian promised.  "Be good to you both.  Please, Ominis, I love you two."
Ominis's fingers stilled in their ministrations, hands pulling away from her wet thighs.  Their lover whimpered, on the cusp of tidal wave and yet unable to taste it.  He turned his face into her hair, hushing her further protests.
"Don't fret, dove.  Sebastian will help you finish, won't he?"
Sebastian could almost feel the drool trickling down his chin.  He nodded dumbly, so eager to show both his lovers how good he could be. 
As he got up from the couch, Ominis gently helped the poor girl up, standing on trembling legs.  Sebastian could barely breath, as he watched his best friend start stripping away the many formal layers that hid his body.  Vest now entirely forgotten on the floor, his robes banished to oblivion.  The starch white shirt, dress pants, and the undone tie, wrapped around Ominis's right hands were the only remaining clothing on the man.
Sebastian whimpered.  Only Ominis could be still so dressed and yet somehow look so naked.
Ominis approached the seated man in front of him slowly.
Sebastian sighed, eager to get out of the restrictive binds.  He couldn't wait for the real fun to start.  It was long overdue. 
Instead, he found himself being pulled off the chair by magic onto the flat cold surface of a table.  The binds felt like the cold scales of a snake against his skin, slithering their way around his arms and legs to reprison him to the table.
Ominis's smirk was borderline cruel, as he wrapped his tie around Sebastian's wrists before pulling them upwards on the table, stretching Sebastian to be fully on display.
Sebastian tugged on his wrists experimentally, only to have no budge.  "O-Ominis?"  He questioned.
Ominis leaned over the other man, his face inches away from Sebastian's.  "Remember, if you're ever in any discomfort, you only need to say the special word."
Sebastian's cock twitched in eager anticipation.  He groaned, pathetically simultaneously cursing Ominis while singing his praises.
His reply was lacking, Ominis gripped his chin, forcing his face up.
"Say the word, in case you need it for later."
Sebastian refused out of principle just wanting for Ominis to touch him at this point. 
Ominis hand on his chin tightened as a warning.
"Headmaster Black."  Sebastian stated the safe word.
Ominis hummed in agreement.  "Good boy."
Sebastian preened at the praise.
"Darling, help me get Sebastian more presentable, will you?"
She hummed, nipping at Ominis's lips teasingly.  "It would be my pleasure."
Climbing on top of the table, she crawled on top of Sebastian's chest, sitting so close to his groin.  His breath quickened.  He could feel the heat from her naked center, pressed against his stomach with his clothes acting as the only barrier between them.
Skillful hands started undoing the buttons of his shirt.  Soft lips left kisses on each area of newly exposed skin.  Sebastian's neck strained upwards.  His head lifted up, trying to chase her lips in turn to return her kisses but the black tendrils only tightened in response.
He whined, thunking his head back down in defeat.   
Her eyes flickered upwards, looking at Sebastian's pained expression in amusement. 
Ominis's wand pointed at Sebastian before the man uttered a quick spell.  His pants, belt, and underpants vanished, leaving him exposed on the table in front of them.  Now free from its confines, his cock bounced up to attention, begging for attention.  His freckles disappeared in his warm blush.
With another flick of the wand, a warm tingling sensation trailed down Sebastian's spine to his hole, as he felt himself get become wet and loosened in anticipation of things to come.
Ominis long fingered dipped into Sebastian's hole, stretching it out for Ominis's cock.  Sebastian bucked his hips eagerly chasing the new sensation.  At the same time, his girlfriend wrapped her soft hand around his weeping member, giving a few strokes.
This was death.  This was either hell or heaven, and Sebastian couldn���t figure out which was which.
The pair was unrelenting,  Ominis's fingers long and firm as they scissored him open.  He could feel their girlfriend's hand stroking his cock.  Her face was getting close to it, and he could feel tiny puffs of hot air on the tip.
His muscles flexed against their confines.  His hips arched upwards, chasing the dual sensations.  This is where he belonged, at the center of attention in between the two of them. 
Ominis's cloudy eyes darkened as he withdrew his fingers from Sebastian's hole.  The terrible sensation of being empty was very fleeting and quickly replaced with the heavy promise of a blunt hot member begging for entrance.
Sebastian nearly cried, trying to fight against his bindings to impale himself on Ominis's cock.
The other Slytherin clucked, before giving into his boyfriend's wishes, as he often did in these situations.  Sebastian groaned, the heavy hot pressure slowly shoving inside was so delicious.
With a wave of a wand, the black tendrils tying Sebastian's legs down disappeared.  Sebastian's freed legs eagerly wrapped around Ominis's hips, trying to pull him closer. 
"Are you forgetting someone?" Ominis scolded.  "You're the one who's so jealous of the two of us, but you can't even handle us both at the same time.
Sebastian's eyes flickered open.  He had almost entirely forgot about her.  She was still sitting on top of his naked chest. He was trapped under her predatory gaze.
What a sight he must look to her.  Shirt ripped open exposing his chest and abdomen.  His arms above his head tied up and secured by Ominis's green tie.  And his legs wrapped around Ominis as he thoroughly penetrating him.  His mouth hung open, letting out little noises every time Ominis thrusted forward, burying his thick cock inside Sebastian.
His cheeks blushed in embarrassment as she stared nakedly in want.
Sebastian's voice was almost gone.  "Please, sweetheart, let me serve you."
She hummed as her hips hovered over Sebastian's shaft.  Some of her wetness dripped onto Sebastian's twitching cock.  He could feel the heat coming from her center.  She bent over, her chest pressed against Sebastian's.  He could feel her hardened nipples against his pecs.
Her mouth was inches from his.  Her whispers tickled his lips.
"Hopefully we'll be able to fuck the jealousy right out of you."
Before Sebastian could fully process her words, her hips slammed downwards, impaling herself on his shaft.  Simultaneously, Ominis thrust forward, cock brushing against that sweet bundle of nerves.
Sebastian screamed, guttural and wanting.  His wrists strained roughly against the smooth silk. 
He must have died halfway.  That or he'd gone completely blind. 
"I-I'm close."  Sebastian croaked, his throat dry from his screaming.  "P-Please, darling, Ominis, let me…l-let me-"
She frowned, "Coming before me?  Before I'm done with you?"
Ominis tutted in disappointment.  Sebastian had zero idea how he acted so unaffected by this.  "Where are your manners, Sebastian?"
Sebastian groaned, They were killing him.  They were vampires sucking out his life essence and they were just laughing as they tortured him. 
She summoned her wand to her hand.  "Let's take pity on him, Ominis.  Looks like our toy is about to break."
Merlin, that's all that Sebastian was good for wasn't it?  Sebastian was just a tool for them to use and get out.  Just an object to serve them. 
He almost came right there. 
Sensing his incoming climax, his girlfriend smiled before whispering another spell.
And just like that the incoming wave of his climax had paused.  The brink of total ecstasy now completely gone.
He groaned in pain.  "W-what in Merlin's-"
She smiled, devilishly and evil.  Her hips had resumed, pumping up and down on his cock, giving Sebastian no relief.  "You're done, when Ominis and I say you are done."
Sebastian couldn't breathe.  Where in Merlin's name did she learn that spell?  He felt feverish, mind so clearly added by the push and pull of Ominis's cock and her wet center. 
"Sebastian."
He couldn't muster the energy to respond.  He was boneless, at the mercy of his lovers.
"Sebastian."  Ominis asked again, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. 
The boy whimpered.  He managed to lift his head a little from the cold comforting surface of the wooden table. 
"Keep your eyes open.  If you keep watching, we'll reward you."
Ominis leaned forward to twist his fingers in the flowing strands on her hair.  Firmly, he pulled her towards him, getting her attention.  She gasped, her hips stuttered to a halt.  Ominis brought the curve of her spine flush against his warm chest.  The glow of the Undercroft's candles reflected so beautifully against her exposed neck.  Ominis attacked her neck.  She succumbed to the onslaught of bites and kisses.
They kissed, their hips still working furiously.  She was bouncing on Sebastian's cock and Ominis's hips were unrelenting as they pumped into Sebastian's hole.
Instinctually, the raging storm that was held at bay roared back to life.  All the jealousy and envy made itself known.  There they went, ignoring him again. 
Sebastian has never been so humiliated, and yet, he's never been harder. 
He'd never noticed this before, or perhaps, better put, he never wanted to see how beautiful they were together.  How their bodies were molded for each other, like entwined snakes.  How they loved each other so perfectly. 
They were both so brilliant, so beautiful, so powerful.  What could they possibly want from him than they could not simply get from each other?
The familiar coil of jealousy slithered around his heart. 
Perhaps Ominis could sense his feelings as he whispered something quietly in her ear.  Her eyes cracked open and stared at Sebastian bound form.
And Sebastian was struck by how much she adored him.  Her dark, soulful eyes were filled with indescribable love for him.  And Ominis turned his head to face Sebastian so that Sebastian could get a good view on his expression.  It was the same soft features that Ominis had for Sebastian alone, reminding him of the day that Ominis first confessed his love to the other Slytherin.
It hit Sebastian like a lightning bolt. The realization that all his jealousy and fear that consumed him was nothing next to the mountain of his love for them. 
And he also realizes that everything they have done, and everything they were doing were to show him that they love him.  They have always loved him.
This whole time. 
"I want to see her come, Ominis." he begged.  "And you- fuck- too, 'Nis.  W-want you to both …feel good…"
He's surprised at how earnest he meant it.  No lies, no manipulation.  He could happily watch both of his lovers lost in each other, falling for each other.  As long as they were both happy.
"Y-yes, Sebastian."  She mewled.  Sebastian could feel her walls spasming around his cock.  "Ah-I-I'm…I'm so close."
"Good boy." Ominis praised.  He removed his hands from Sebastian.  To Sebastian's surprise, he did not miss their absence as much as he anticipated.  Instead, he eagerly watched skillful hands made their way to her clit.  She inhaled shakily as Ominis rubbed her.  Occasionally, his fingers would miss and slyly brush against Sebastian's pulsating shaft.
Ominis could hear how close she was from her small little gasps to the breathily quiet moans she would try to stifle. 
A particular flick of his wrist sent her over the edge.  She keened, digging deep crescents into Sebastian's abdominal muscles with her sharp nails.  Her hands shook as Ominis leaned forward to swallow her cries with his mouth.
And Sebastian laid there, loving the slight sting of pain from her nails and happy to just bask in her glow.
Ominis's hips came to a slow, rolling halt, and he redirected his attention away from Sebastian to plant soothing kisses along the curve of her spine.
Sebastian did not mind this.
After a while, her lashes slowly fluttered open.  Blown pupils gazed at Sebastian's wide-eyed innocent expression.  Her hands relaxed, releasing her claws from Sebastian's sore skin. 
Sebastian was still buried deep within her, waiting for her command.
She surged forward to kiss him, and he was happy to let her take what she wanted from him. 
"You're doing so good, Sebastian."  She murmured into his bruising lips. 
His heart skipped a beat at the praise. 
"Good boys should be rewarded.  Don't you think so, Ominis?" she asked.  She summoned her wand to her hand.
His heart nearly stopped.
Ominis snapped his hips forward deep within Sebastian.  "He's been surprisingly well-behaved." 
Sebastian whimpered in agreement.
She couldn't help but smile.  With a wave of her wand, the invisible vice around the base of his cock loosened.
He sighed in relief.  It felt like he could finally breathe again.
She did not let him rest.  Despite her recent orgasm, her hips were unrelenting as she started grinding forward on his cock. 
Sebastian jerked back in surprise, accidentally pushing himself down onto Ominis's thick cock.
He was helpless against their onslaught.  Pleasure washed over him as the pair took him apart, fucking him from both ends.  He felt so full, impaled on Ominis and so overwhelmed as his girlfriend milked his aching cock.
"O-Ominis, pleasepleaseplease."
Ominis ran his fingers soothingly over Sebastian's side.  "What do you need?" 
"Want you to come.  W-want to be good for you."
Ominis thumbs pressed hotly into the dips of Sebastian's waist, as he jerked his hips forward, setting a faster pace.  The tightly wound restraint that he managed to cling too was starting to come unraveled.
Ominis's voice was rough, throat dry.  "Sebastian, I want you to come.  Want you to come into our pretty princess."
They both groaned at his words.  Ominis always had the both of him clinging onto his every syllable in the bedroom.
Sebastian, already so close to the brink, moaned.  His vision went with has he released his load inside her warmth.  He might have blacked out half-way through.  He only came back down to earth when Ominis's pounding took on a different rhythm.  Sebastian mewled. He barely had any time to recover from his high. His prostate so sensitive but his muscles so pliant against the vicious fucking. 
At last, Ominis thrusted forward, reaching deep into Sebastian, as he emptied his load into Sebastian's load.  His brown eyes fluttered closed, loving the sensation of being filled.
There was a moment in which the very air was still, in which the trio tried to catch their breath.
She was the first to move, undoing the tie around Sebastian's redden wrists before collapsing on top of him.
Ominis, the dutiful lover, summoned a wet cloth to clean the both of them.
"Have you learned your lesson?"  She asked.
Sebastian hummed.  His mind already imaging all the future scenarios in which his bouts of jealousy would be swiftly punished with their mouths on his throat and cock.
Oh yes, Sebastian certainly had learned a lesson alright.
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6rookie-writer0110 · 8 months
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Dating Camila Montes x Reader would include...
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•You are new at Riverside detention center. You feel that everyone is staring at you.
•It’s lunchtime and you randomly sit next to a girl with pink highlights. Her and friends stare at you but you start to eat your food.
“This is a private conversation,” Camila said.
“And I'm trying to eat,” You said.
You keep eating but you don't listen to their conversation.
•You are alone outside and everyone is in their own group.
“If I were you I stay away from that guard, he is an asshole,” Camila said.
“How can you tell I'm new?” You asked.
“It's really obvious. Don't worry I won't let anyone mess with you” Camila said.
“I don't want to be your bitch” You said
“Relax, Orange Is the New Black. Even if you became my bitch, you won't handle me. I'm Camila Montes. What are you in for?” Camila said.
“My name is Y/n. And I can handle you” You said.
She laughed and she doesn't believe you.
•You never told anyone or Camila what you are in for.
•But she did have fun breaking into the office and looking at your file. She was impressed by what you did.
•You and Camila start to talk more to each other.
•Someone was bullying you but Camila punched the bully in the face. Since then no one messed with you again.
•You told her what did but she told you that she already knows.
•She does curse a lot.
•You and Camila start to develop feelings for each other but don't act on them.
•Camila told you what she has been through and you opened up to her.
•Camila and her friends tried to break into the office, the guard almost caught them but you started to distract the guard.
•Camila saw you break the door glass and the guard went towards you.
•There was a fight in the yard then you got hurt because you didn't move away from them in time. You were sent to the nurse's office, you got a small cut on your eyebrow.
•Camila got worried about you. In the middle of the night, she sneaked into your room.
•She asked if you are okay. Then unexpectedly she kissed you on the lips.
“Tell anyone about this, and I will cut you,” Camila said
You just smiled.
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•You and Camila didn't tell anyone about the relationship. Her friends don't know that she is dating you.
•You always laugh at her dark sense of humor.
•Camila secretly drew a picture for you and you can't stop smiling about it.
•You and Camila make plans to see each other on the outside.
•You like it when your girlfriend sneaks into your room.
•You and Camila keep opening up to each other.
•You said ‘I love you’ first and that freaked her out.
•She avoided you for days and you tried to speak with her but she didn't let you.
•A week later, she tells you why she didn't say it back. She had never been in love before and you told her that you meant it.
•Camila didn't like when someone was flirting with you.
•She was very jealous about it. She told that person to back off.
•You learned some Spanish because of her.
•She showed you how to picklock a door.
•You taught her how to picklock the ankle monitor.
•Sometimes, Camila calls you a dork.
•You and Camila did talk about having a first date.
•It was your birthday, and she managed to steal an extra cupcake for you.
•You and Camila had to clean the dining room because you two got in trouble. But you and Camila started to make out.
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our-queer-experience · 2 months
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I really wanted to share this story for the trans day of remembrance but didn't find any english news about it so I google translated it (my english isn't good enough to translate it myself) so sorry for any weird wording
Sasha. trans man.46 years old. Russia, Chelyabinsk
Sasha was born in the seventies in a dysfunctional family — he grew up without a father with a mother who suffered from alcohol addiction. Since his youth, he has lived hiding his status.In the early nineties, for petty theft, he ended up in a pre-trial detention center, where he met his future wife. He was soon released, and she was sentenced to eight years for the murder of her stepfather who raped her.The spouse talks about how their relationship developed: "My beloved surrounded me with such care that I finally felt safe. And what bouquets he threw me over the prison fence! Although then we were still just friends. For many years, each of us has lived his own life. But fate constantly brought us together, seemingly by accident. And somehow these meetings, our communication grew into more. Of course, I knew who he was from the first day I met him. But for me, Sasha was exclusively a man." They called each other spouses, wore wedding rings.Sasha had an adopted daughter — his niece, left by her own mother (Sasha's sister) in an orphanage. She was very attached to Sasha, called him Dad. He always took care of her.Sasha worked as a janitor. He was issued informally or said that he had lost his passport. Since he worked properly, there were no problems with the "papers". The family lived in a dorm room, which was allocated to them by the housing department.Sasha was a hardworking man: he managed to put more than a dozen yards in order before lunch, and then he also took a taxi in a private car. With him, the yards finally began to look decent. The neighbors speak very warmly about Sasha, remembering his hard work and love of order.Sasha was a good friend and attentive neighbor. He broke up fights, helped those in need with money, twice saved the life of a friend who became ill.Sasha was killed on the night of February 10-11, 2020 by his roommates who found out about his transgenderism
sorry this has been in my asks for so long, i’m finally clearing out my inbox. if you do see this can you provide a link? don’t worry about the wording either, i’m happy to boost things like this.
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trans-axolotl2 · 1 year
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so excited for this book coming out at the end of January:
Your Consent Is Not Required: The Rise in Psychiatric Detentions, Forced Treatment, and Abusive Guardianships by Rob Wipond.
Blurb from Amazon:
"Asylums are supposed to be in the past. However, though the buildings were closed, many of the practices lived on.
In fact, more law-abiding Americans today are being involuntarily committed and forcibly treated “for their own good” than at any time in history.
In the first work of investigative journalism in decades to give a comprehensive view into contemporary psychiatric incarceration and forced interventions, Your Consent Is Not Required exposes how rising numbers of people from many walks of life are being subjected against their will to surveillance, indefinite detention, and powerful tranquilizing drugs, restraints, seclusion, and electroshock.
There’s a common misconception that, due to asylum closures, only “dangerous” people get committed now. But forced psychiatric interventions today occur in thousands of public and private hospitals, and also in group and long-term care facilities, troubled-teen and residential treatment centers, and even in people’s own homes under outpatient commitment orders. Intended to “help,” for many people the experiences are terrifying, traumatizing, and permanently damaging.
Driven partly by individuals’ genuine concerns for the “mental health” of others, and partly by institutions entangled with goals of power, profit, and social control, psychiatric coercion is increasingly used to:
-manage school children and the elderly -quell family conflicts -police the streets -control people in shelters, community living, and prisons -fraudulently increase hospital profits -“resolve” workplace disagreements -detain protesters and discredit whistleblowers
Thoroughly researched, with alarming true stories and hard data from the US and Canada, Rob Wipond’s Your Consent Is Not Required builds an unassailable case for greater transparency, vigilance, and change."
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15+ mods for adding realism to your gameplay
i wanted to group mods that i use together for different kinds of gameplay, along with some brief explanations so i can come back later to reference if i ever needed to.
please remember that these are just my own preferences for mods. i will update this post as mods are added to my game.
explanations under the cut <3
the mods
🤍 basemental drugs (21+) by basemental 🤍 child birth mod by pandasama 🤍 education overhaul by a.deep.indigo 🤍 home regions by kuttoe 🤍 language barriers by frankk 🤍 pets everywhere by kuttoe 🤍 relationship & pregnancy overhaul by lumpinou 🤍 simnation travel by a.deep.indigo 🤍 simzlink by lot 51 🤍 wicked whims (18+) by turbodriver 🤍 all mods by simrealist
mod explanations
🤍 basemental drugs: add a partying element to your gameplay with this mod. you can assign dealers to sell you a variety of flavors of drugs, but don't get caught by the police! i'm pretty sure this mod comes with some aspirations and the 'adhd' trait.
🤍 child birth mod: i've only used this once so far, so i can't speak on it much. but the delivery is more like real life instead of a baby popping into existence. you have options for surgery machine, natural birth, c-section, and also at-home births in a pool! there's a new ultrasound feature added, too!
🤍 education overhaul: education career, preschool, new education enrollment options, boarding school, new projects and assignments, study different subjects, detention, field trips, snow days, new school hours, i'm just listing some of the main points of the mod. haha.
🤍 home regions: this mod keeps sims in their native region. this means that if you live in willow creek, you won't be getting any vampires coming to your home or neighborhood.
🤍 language barriers: every world is assigned a language that is natively spoken. most worlds use simlish, but there are other languages spoken that your sim can learn through simlingo or by having someone who speaks the language teach your sim. this mod is incredibly customizable, so be sure to read the instructions carefully!
🤍 pets everywhere: this brings stray animals, dog walkers, and more to every region/world and not just exclusively to brindleton bay.
🤍 relationship & pregnancy overhaul: simply put, it's an overhaul for relationships and pregnancy, lol. it adds menstrual cycles and more that i cannot put into words at this very moment.
🤍 simnation travel: this mod requires you to have a license, subway pass, bicycle, passport, etc. in order to travel to other regions. there's a whole application process for a passport and going to the dmv.
🤍 simzlink: this brings an internet service provider and a new career. you can sign up for an internet subscription and install a router and whatnot. it's also compatible with snbank by simrealist (linked before the cut!), so you'll actually get charged for basic or premium internet every "month". like real life, only the internet never goes out. lol. this mod goes more in-depth on their website. it's very thorough!
🤍 wicked whims: the nsfw version of wonderful whims. there are archetypes, attractiveness, and impressions that adds more depth to relationships. there's also a menstrual cycle in this mod (like rpo), but it can be turned off.
🤍 all mods by simrealist: it's literally in their name to make things more real! there's snbank and addons (financial center, bills), real estate, private practice, mortem, organic, and home and land co. just check out their site for the info on these because they're too good!
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mcheang · 5 months
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Bully has got a point
As the students protest for the return of Principal Damocles and Miss Bustier, Lila feeds Chloe lines to make them look incompetent in front of the camera, her revenge against them for expelling her
Chloe: right, you want me to re-hire the man who leaves during school hours just to do community services, modified public property to become his own playground headquarters and didn’t even hear out your case Dupain-Cheng before expelling you when Lila framed you
Marinette: you framed me too!
Chloe: that was Vanisher remember? And as Ladybug said, akumas don’t deserved to be punished while being under Monarch’s thrall. Oh, and you want Miss Fairytale to return. Does no one find it odd how our studies are centered on fairy tales instead of actual literature? I may not like you Dupain-Cheng but surely even you notice how it is strange for a teacher to judge and sentence first before learning the real cause. Didn’t Miss Bustier scold you in private after you lashed out over my silly prank, but was all for accusing you of cheating in public? Isn’t that why Stoneheart was even in school in the first place? And to love our enemies instead of punishing them, I suppose if she had it her way, we would be trying to reach out to Monarch and Lila and welcoming them to a forgiveness party.
The reporters exchange glances.
Caline and Damocles ducked their heads under the public lashing.
Alya: and since when have you cared about Marinette, Chloe?
Chloe: since I heard that the rest of you actually tried to get Gabriel akumatized. The man was trying to be better and closer to Adrien, but thanks to you all, he’s decided to send Adri-traitor back to London where he can be free from all of your bad influence
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Nadja: Marinette, is this true?
Marinette: it’s not true! I mean it is, but we were trying to find out how Monarch gave miraculous abilities to akumas.
Chloe: by antagonising a man still mourning his wife. What an excellent idea. Do you still think the school system was so perfect before?
Marinette belatedly realized what Chloe said and looked to Adrien in horror. “Adrien, is this true, you’re moving?”
Chloe: aw he didn’t tell you yet. You should have, Adri-traitor. We both know your dad might decide to bump your flight earlier at any time
Adrien: it’s true. I didn’t say anything because I’ve been trying to find a way to stop him
Chloe: and since his dad’s decision is based on all your ideas, that’s why he decided to go solo here
Adrien: no, it’s not
Nino: what have I done?
Chloe clapped her hands. “Anyway, that’s enough loitering. Security, escort the two fired people from my school or else they will be sent to detention for trespassing. Everyone else, back to class. You can strike if you want, but just remember your parents will be notified of your naughty behavior, both present and past. Oh, and you’ll all still get detention for disrupting other classes with your noise.”
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PART II: oh mr. jeon...
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synopsis: after letting the prosecutor have her way in the hospital's private garage — you create your own plan ahead and decide it's time to dive deeper in the jeon mansion.
pairing: idol!prosecutor!mdanielle × non-idol!defense-lawyer!fem!reader
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Day 1: Investigation 
"why did you just leave like that? we could've begged danielle to let us investigate further." hyein tells you as she watches you take notes down on your binder, you look at her as you close your binder and give her a look that says: kid, i know what i'm doing.
you may not know marsh the way hyein does but one thing you're sure is no matter how nice idol danielle is, she's still a prosecutor and most of them are hot blooded, stubborn, and prideful — they're not going to let their guard down as long as they're in front of a defense lawyer.
"hyein, i understand that you're concerned but i'm telling you — we have other matters in our hands, we can have this chance to investigate the park or the mansion." you tell her with a raise of an eyebrow, hyein doesn't fight back but she nods instead. just a few walks from the agency, you'd be back at the park and in front of the jeon mansion again.
so you take that chance and as soon as you arrive, to your surprise there's a worried mother standing in front of the gigantic gates.
she doesn't fail to give you the perfect impression of the typical rich mother whose only ever child is a son, takes good care of him and still sees him as a child.
there's not a low chance she has a problem with the wife of her son.
but that would be another case for now.
"oh my son! how worried sick i am now." she says, you brush the non-existent dust off of your clothes and approach the old woman. "are you perhaps, mr. jeon's mother?" you ask her, she looks at you and tilts her head. "and who are you young lady?" she asks you back, you immediately give her a polite bow where hyein followed and you two both receive delightful smiles from the old lady.
"i'm your son's defense attorney, i'm here to ask about your son before i visit him at the detention center." she nods in understanding and you can't help but hear her deep sigh. "i'm so sorry but i hope you understand that my son is innocent, he could never do such crime." she starts, you nod at her and pull your binder from your cross bag. "yes, don't worry about it. i trust your son's innocence. and if you believe he is innocent, then we can prove it." you give her some sort of assurance that you believe her and your client.
one thing you know about your job is that no matter how bad it gets, you can only trust your client and the facts, believing in them is another way you can get through the case and solve it.
"what questions do you want to ask about my son?" she gives you a head-start, you already have listed what you wanted to know about your client so you pull your pen out. "uhm, may i ask? what job does your son have? does this have anything to do with medicine?" you ask, that immediately comes inside your mind.
considering how rich the jeon family is, it's safe to assume that mr. jeon might be a doctor somehow.
this connects to the fact that the victim of the case is a doctor and that one of the crime scenes is the garage of the hospital. you know you have to get something out of the hospital, it shouldn't just be there, there's a reason why danielle went for it too.
his mother thinks before shaking her head. "my son has no job, the only thing he does is be the inheritor of his father's business." well, that's quite shocking... still what business would that be then? you try to shake it off your head for now.
"too many things are happening, the park, in front of our house, and even inside." she says, you perk up at her mentioning that something happened inside their house.
"what happened?" you ask, bringing your pen down as you focus on the gentle woman in front of you, she scoffs and glares at you but particularly not at you as if you're the reason. "thief." hyein gasps as soon as his mother says that, this might have something to do with hyein's once missing purse.
"someone stole from you too ma'am!?" she asks, the cold hard expression from mr. jeon's mother turns even harder, and colder. "yes, some hardened criminal went to steal my most expensive purse." you look at hyein and she looks at you too, okay you two are close enough — very close.
"hmm, weird how hyein's was inside an exhaust pipe." you mutter to yourself before shaking the thought away and bringing the topic back to mr. jeon.
"i'm sure you've heard he became a victim of a hit and run. ma'am, do you think you have any idea how it may have happened?" the mother looks at you before her hardened expression turns soft and gloomy, once again remembering the current state her son is in.
"i would rather not know. i honestly have only heard about the news already after it has happened, knowing he's already in so much danger and to be met by such an accident will worsen his health." you write those down and your ballpoint points at the fact that the mother mentioned something about his health being in danger. you look up to the mother and try to think whether it's a good time to ask a question.
"by saying mr. jeon is in so much danger, what do you suppose you mean by that?" scratch that, any question is good as long as you get something out of it. you can see the mother hesitate a little about whether she would answer this or not, so you give her a little more push. you clear your throat. "it's okay, you don't have to hide anything — in fact, hiding will make things worse because the prosecutor will find out anyway." you tell her as you click the ballpen.
the mother sighs and now speaks. "well, the thing is i really don't know that well too — my son doesn't want to discuss his health with us and keeps it secret. although, his father encourages him to work but he refuses too, saying he has to be there for his wife." she furrows her brows at the mention of mrs. jeon, now you start to wonder what may be the story behind why there seems to be a problem between mrs. jeon and his mother.
you think of what possible questions there are to ask and then. "does he have enemies currently? people who he doesn't get along with?" you ask. she immediately shakes her head. "no, even though my son is stubborn and hot headed, he is very kind to people and gets along well with them." you nod along and maybe she's right but still, you'd have to make sure all of the things she's saying is nothing but just the truth.
"can you tell me about mr. jeon's relationship with his wife? from your description, they seem very close." you add and she nods but there's a look of worry on her face. "my son loves her very much, and i want my son to be happy. they just recently married each other so explains my son's attachment to her." she answers, only now you've just realized that there's a problem while asking the mother some questions.
that his mother might be telling the truth but it's not as vivid as what the actual scenario is.
from her answers, you can come up with the fact that mr. jeon probably wasn't as honest to his parents and is quite secretive.
so you come to conclusions to go and ask him personally, in order to see what you need to be prepared for and what you need to do as soon as possible but the problem is that there might not be enough time to do so. you still haven't seen the park, the fact that the gunshot came from that place means that there's a lot of vital evidence just lying around the park.
"thank you for answering, i'll be back soon if i need some clarification again. thank you for your cooperation, i'll do my best to clear your son's name." you close your binder and see the mother smile at you and hyein. you turn around to see the park, there aren't any police cars any more, but there's a car parked inside.
so you take the chance to enter inside the park and as you walk further, the next thing you see completely baffled you.
it's mr. hwang's food truck, there's a bunch of police tapes surrounding it.
a peculiar thing about the scene is that, there's no markings of where the corpse was found... until maybe when you take a peek inside the food truck itself, there's a mannequin of some sort sitting inside the driver's seat of truck, acting as if it was the corpse itself.
you take note that the door of the driver's seat is open, wide.
the food truck itself is huge, so in order to investigate further — someone needs to enter inside.
and it has to be you, so you walk around the truck, trying to find an entrance until you realize the only way inside has to be on the driver's side because it's the only entrance that is not locked.
you look around and even before you can make way for yourself, someone throws a peanut on you, exactly on the right side of your temple causing you to immediately reach for your face and curse.
"don't even think about it." there's another voice beside hyein and you turn around completely to see a tall girl, maybe around your age too. she's tall, has a very distinct long raven hair, thick eyebrows and plump lips. hyein scratches her nape when you let go of the police tape. "who are you?" you ask her, the familiar looking girl scoffs. "i'm the detective of this case, kim minji." she declares, you pout as you glare at her before composing yourself again.
"and i hate dealing with stubborn nosey people." she adds, before you can even speak, she furrows her brows and points at you.
"stop!" she demands.
"oh my, danielle got you in this case?" hyein asks, you blink and look at the duo before turning your back to them, refusing to listen.
"always, even if i hated this job i'll still take the offer." she grumbles, her eyes shift over to you who is still standing beside the food truck, she brings the bag of peanuts on her other hand and digs her hand inside to throw it to you once again. "what's wrong with you?" you ask her with a groan as you walk on the other side of the food truck.
"hmph. it's snack time." minji can only say.
you take your time to analyze this side of the truck — it's the opposite side, this also has an entrance but you figure that it must be locked. you take a few steps back and your eyes follow what is written on this side of the truck.
"chicken sandwich."
that's it — written in a big visible vibrant color, you thought it's just it.
this side of the truck is where food is served but unfortunately it's hard to take a good look inside because it's also closed.
"don't try to enter, every door except the driver's side is locked." you roll your eyes as you hear minji speak, they're standing on the other side and hyein looks at minji before speaking. "hey, why do you think the truck's here?" she asks minji and you listen, waiting for the older girl to reply.
minji only laughs and she shrugs. "can't say anything." you shake your head chuckling, why did you even think she's actually going to answer?
the truck has got to be used as some kind of cover-up, or simply just to be used for the murder.
"i'm the defense attorney of this case, if you'd be so nice — please give me a copy of the autopsy report." minji's smile drops into a thin line, her thick eyebrows stiffen. "ah, so you're lee y/n? i don't think danielle would be happy if i do give you one." you furrow your brows, you didn't realize danielle would do everything in her will to keep you from finding any vital evidence to support your stand.
she's one hell of a prosecutor.
as much as you'd love to admit that she's one of the most gorgeous girls you've ever laid your eyes upon — it would also be nice if you can admit that she's an annoying prosecutor.
"do you need something?" hyein asks minji, who raises her eyebrows and looks at the youngest newjeans member. "why?" she asks back.
hyein only shrugs and smiles. "y/n works for my mama and her no. 1 job is retrieving items when they're missing or when you need it." you roll your eyes and you hear minji laugh. "oh really?" minji snorts. "really, really!" hyein smiles.
"go on get me something useful here!" minji immediately demanded, shouting for you to hear. you chuckle, sarcastically and close your eyes before biting your bottom lip. "seriously..." you whisper.
"now what?" you ask as you flail your hands and turn to hyein. back at the agency lobby and now looking for something useful in the public park crime scene. there really isn't much around, maybe except for the amount of random stuff inside, such as costumes — hyein's stuff toys and figurines, racks of clothes.
hyein rolls her eyes playfully and she sits on the couch. "come on, we can ask mama about it." you sigh, putting a hand on your waist and you turn around.
"how's the search going?" the door closes and you turn your head to see min heejin with hyunseo behind, the girl smiles at hyein and takes a seat. you sigh and shake your head in visible frustration. "there's a lot on our way, can't find evidence because prosecutor marsh won't let us get near the crime scene." you talk, walking around the lobby. the three other people share a look and hyein grumbles, scratching her cheek.
"that's just the typical prosecutor thing, you're going to get used to it too very soon when you'll have to go against her for a few more cases." min heejin is very calm about this, perhaps it's because she knows better than you do but if that was the case, why won't she stand with you as the guide?
what's stopping her from stepping inside the courtroom?
why does she keep hiding secrets?
"ma, you think there's something here minji could use in a crime scene?" hyein asks, leaning comfortably on the sofa and she yawns. min heejin chuckles and nods, she points at your cubicle. "there's a bottle of white powder in that drawer of yours." you stare at her and then to your small cubicle. saying nothing, you walk inside your cubicle and there it was — the drawer, after pulling a few drawers you are greeted by the sight of a white bottle.
you grab a hold of it and wave it up.
"yes, that's it." you hear your boss' confirmation and you walk out of your cubicle while holding it.
"how is white powder supposed to help with the case?" you ask min heejin, she shrugs and smiles. sometimes you despise her mischievousness and mysteriousness, but you cannot complain.
"you'll learn." she simply says.
you run back to the park and see minji's car still parked, you wave at her and she immediately looks back at you — now without hyein to accompany you. "i got you something." you breathlessly say, you dig your hand inside your bag and pull the bottle. minji watches attentively and her eyes focuses on the bottle. "is that a...?" she trails with her lips.
you widen your eyes as you smile expectantly, but you honestly do not know what this powder is.
you laugh sheepishly. "i honestly don't know but my boss told me you'll be able to use this." you pass it down on her hand, she accepts it swiftly and looks at you for a few seconds.
it's starting to make sense why danielle is pinning you down, you're one of min heejin's current apprentices — min heejin is notorious for pulling stunts during trials or before trials, often hiding secrets and being rhetorical against her rivals.
but minji believes quite the opposite, she's known min heejin even before the woman stopped taking cases, and understands that min heejin's work is clean and honest — she's just too good, this is why a young prosecutor like danielle believes she's playing dirty.
not to mention, danielle is under the care of a judge — this fuels her anger against defense lawyers, deeming them as liars and cheaters.
you seem a lot more different than min heejin, less mischievous, a little naive but you're getting somewhere — minji can see what kind of effect you'll bring inside the courtroom and how much it could change the way the system works.
"this is a fingerprint powder, i gave this to min heejin before." minji tells you, you widen your eyes as you see her expression turn sad and gloomy, as if reminiscing a memory that either she wants to go back to or wants it erased forever.
"she honestly saved me even before things started going downhill..." you hear minji mutter.
by describing the situation with the word downhill, you didn't know what she meant by that or what she's specifically talking about, it intrigued you.
maybe it had to do something with min heejin giving up the law firm office and turning it into a talent agency? honestly it's hard to read through a long history.
min heejin is hiding secrets more than you think she is, and by solving cases you'd be able to piece it all together.
minji sighs before turning her back to you and she faces the food truck again.
"don't tell danielle, i'll help you get evidence you go on just tell me when you need it." she says.
your face brightens up, this is some big news! as of now two of the cases have been solved, hyein's purse has been found and so is the missing food truck. the only problem now is how will you retrieve the food truck back to mr. hwang and how on earth will you find the thief behind the missing purse?
exactly tomorrow is the start of the trial, you haven't had any actual conversation with the defendant, but it shouldn't matter for now. you'll eventually have to find a way to keep mr. jeon from saying anything that could get him in trouble.
starting tomorrow more facts and evidence will be revealed, you're planning to do anything in your will to give mr. jeon and yourself more ample time to think and to investigate, there's more to this case than meets the eye.
and you'll be doing everything to reveal every single one of them.
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nappingpaperclip · 30 days
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sorry to pop y’all’s white liberal bubbles but even if every white liberal to centrist in the US votes blue, I genuinely don’t think Biden is gonna win due to the amount of voters he has lost in his handling of this genocide.
Do you all genuinely think he has a chance when he has disillusioned not just Palestinian-Americans and the people who care about them, but also Christian and Muslim Arabs, non-Arab Muslims, climate activists, and anyone who cares about immigrants or the fact that he’s bombing other countries??
Like listen to me: when you ask people to vote blue no matter who, who are you asking? Are you asking people who look and think like you?
Can you imagine asking that of an immigrant whose still at risk of being sent to a detention center? A Palestinian-American who has lost family in the genocide? A Christian who sees how Palestinian Christians are being killed in their Holy Land? Muslims who see the violence towards other Muslims both at home and in Palestine? Catholics who see even the Pope calling for a ceasefire but not their own Catholic president?
Can you imagine asking that of a Syrian refugee? Someone who’s family or friends live in Iraq or Yemen or Lebanon or Palestine? A climate activist whose friend got 10+ years in prison on RICO charges for protesting the Willow Project? Climate activists who saw their friend be shot and killed while protesting Cop City? 18 year trans high-schoolers who have to go to school and face the threat of bullying and corrective rape and murder every day? Indigenous people whose stolen land you’re living on, whose land is shrinking thanks to pipelines Biden personally approved?
Can you imagine asking that of women who need abortions because they are at risk of dying but who can’t get them anymore, because Biden held codeification hostage for blue Congressional votes? 18-20 something’s who wake up every day and see the mutilated bodies of children on their timelines? Black people who fear for their lives at every traffic stop, now more than ever knowing that the IDF trains our police? A person living on the streets because they lost their partner to COVID and can’t find work?
Would y’all say it to their faces? Would y’all hear yourselves while you did it? Would you get mad at them for reacting however they react?
These are people who exist btw, in and out of your communities. These are real people with real experiences. Would you still ask that of them, knowing what they’ve been through?
Did you know that Biden has former BlackRock leaders in his cabinet? Yknow, the largest investment company, which invests BILLIONS of dollars every year into private prisons (which includes immigration detention centers), oil companies, deforestation, arms manufacturing, etc. ? Look it up! Remember how Biden promised to address climate change? How he promised to let those kids out of cages? Did y’all forget about them?
Sorry but I just don’t see him winning with the amount of support he has lost, which is why saying “a vote for third party is a vote for Trump” is a fuckin joke. That’s not how the electoral college system even works, and also people voting third party are people who would rather not vote. Trying to organized disillusioned voters to vote for third party rather than not voting is not “gonna make trump win.” Biden’s own actions is going to make Trump win, if anything.
Stop blaming other people who are actually affected by these issues for Biden’s loss of support or if he loses to Trump. STOP BLAMING MARGINALIZED PEOPLE. BLAME BIDEN FOR HIS OWN ACTIONS
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Atrocities US committed against PRISONERS
The US currently operates a system of slave labor camps, including at least 54 prison farms involved in agricultural slave labor. Outside of agricultural slavery, Federal Prison Industries operates a multi-billion dollar industry with ~ 52 prison factories , where prisoners produce furniture, clothing, circuit boards, products for the military, computer aided design services, call center support for private companies.
Ramping up since the 1980s, the term prison–industrial complex is used to attribute the rapid expansion of the US inmate population to the political influence of private prison companies and businesses that supply goods and services to government prison agencies. Such groups include corporations that contract prison labor, construction companies, surveillance technology vendors, companies that operate prison food services and medical facilities, private probation companies, lawyers, and lobby groups that represent them. Activist groups such as the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML) have argued that the prison-industrial complex is perpetuating a flawed belief that imprisonment is an effective solution to social problems such as homelessness, unemployment, drug addiction, mental illness, and illiteracy. 
The War On Drugs, a policy of arrest and imprisonment targeting minorities, first initiated by Nixon, has over the years created a monstrous system of mass incarceration, resulting in the imprisonment of 1.5 million people each year, with the US having the most prisoners per capita of any nation. One in five black Americans will spend time behind bars due to drug laws. The war has created a permanent underclass of impoverished people who have few educational or job opportunities as a result of being punished for drug offenses, in a vicious cycle of oppression. 
In the present day, ICE (U.S._Immigration_and_Customs_Enforcement), the police tasked with immigration enforcement, operates over 200 prison camps, housing over 31,000 undocumented people deemed “aliens”, 20,000 of which have no criminal convictions, in the US system of immigration detention. The camps include forced labor (often with contracts from private companies), poor conditions, lack of rights (since the undocumented aren’t considered citizens), and forced deportations, often splitting up families. Detainees are often held for a year without trial, with antiquated court procedures pushing back court dates for months, encouraging many to accept immediate deportation in the hopes of being able to return faster than the court can reach a decision, but forfeiting legal status, in a cruel system of coercion.
Over 90% of criminal trials in the US are settled not by a judge or jury, but with plea bargaining, a system where the defendant agrees to plead guilty in return for a concession from the prosecutor. It has been statistically shown to benefit prosecutors, who “throw the book” at defendants by presenting a slew of charges, manipulating their fear, who in turn accept a lesser charge, regardless of their innocence, in order to avoid a worst outcome. The number of potentially innocent prisoners coerced into accepting a guilty plea is impossible to calculate. Plea bargaining can present a dilemma to defense attorneys, in that they must choose between vigorously seeking a good deal for their present client, or maintaining a good relationship with the prosecutor for the sake of helping future clients.
European countries. John Langbein has equated plea bargaining to medieval torture: “There is, of course, a difference between having your limbs crushed if you refuse to confess, or suffering some extra years of imprisonment if you refuse to confess, but the difference is of degree, not kind. Plea bargaining, like torture, is coercive. Like the medieval Europeans, the Americans are now operating a procedural system that engages in condemnation without adjudication.”
A grand jury is a special legal proceeding in which a prosecutor may hold a trial before the real one, where ~20 jurors listen to evidence and decide whether criminal charges should be brought. Grand juries are rarely made up of a jury of the defendant’s peers, and defendants do not have the right to an attorney, making them essentially show-trials for the prosecution, who often find ways of using grand jury testimony to intimidate the accused, such as leaking stories about grand jury testimony to the media to defame the accused. In the murders of Michael Brown, Eric Garner, and Tamir Rice, all of whom were unarmed and killed by police in 2014, grand juries decided in all 3 cases not to pursue criminal trials against the officers. The US and Liberia are the only countries where grand juries are still legal.
The US system of bail (the practice of releasing suspects before their hearing for money paid to the court) has been criticized as monetizing justice, favoring rich, white collar suspects, over poorer people unable to pay for their release. 
On Jan 26th, In Mississippi state penitentiary, an inmate was found hanging in his cell, in a string of deaths in the prison. This is the 12th death within a single month. 
A photo surfaced of a November 2019 training class for prison guards in west virginia, showing 34 trainees doing a nazi salute. Only 3 people have been fired. A large number of prison workers, and populations in prison towns, are white supremacists. 
A black-site interrogation warehouse in Chicago called Homan Square is notorious for the sexual abuse, torture, and disappearances of its prisoners. The main interrogator, Richard Zuley, applied torture techniques he learned at Guantanamo Bay at Homan Square. 
On Oct 25, 2014, a mentally ill inmate, Michael Anthony Kerr, at the Alexander Correctional Institution in Taylorsville, NC, died of thirst after being denied water during a 35-day solitary confinement. Prison officials have said since Kerr’s death six months ago that they would investigate the events that led to his death, but no report has been issued and officials have not said when one would be. 
On May 23rd, 2014, a mentally ill inmate at a Dade County correctional facility near Miami FL was tortured to death by prison guards. Darren Rainey was serving a two-year sentence for cocaine possession when he was forced into a locked shower by prison guards as punishment for defecating in his cell, says one inmate. Once Rainey was inside the shower, guards blasted him with scalding hot water as he begged for his life. Investigators determined that there was not enough evidence to charge the guards. 
The Crime Bill of 1994, signed into law by Bill Clinton, increased the size of the US prison industry and dealt with the problem of crime by emphasizing punishment, not prevention. It extended the death penalty to a whole range of criminal offenses, and provided $30 billion for the building of new prisons, to crack down on “super predators”, a term used by Hillary Clinton to refer to remorseless juvenile criminals. 
In the 1978 case, Houchins v. KQED, Inc. the Supreme Court ruled that the news media do not have guaranteed rights of access to jails and prisons. It ruled also that prison authorities could forbid inmates to speak to one another, assemble, or spread literature about the formation of a prisoners’ union. 
In September 1971, prison guards killed George Jackson, a black Marxist and member of the Black Panthers in San Quentin prison (who had served 10 years of an indeterminate prison sentence for a $70 robbery), after he attempted to free himself and other inmates. Outrage over this, terrible prison conditions, and mistreatment by white prison guards, caused the Attica Prison Riot, in which 33 inmates and 10 prison guards were killed, and sparked dozens of prison riots across the country. In Attica, 100 percent of the guards were white, prisoners spent fourteen to sixteen hours a day in their cells, their mail was read, their reading material restricted, their visits from families were conducted through a mesh screen, their medical care disgraceful, 75% were there as a result of plea bargaining, and their parole system inequitable. 
Many companies in the 1800s were guilty of using prison laborers, such as the Tennesee Coal Iron and Railroad Company. In 1891, the prison workers struck and overpowered the guards, and other neighboring unions came to their aid.
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"As we're watching a genocide unfold in Palestine with what looks like full complicity of the United States, we're also witnessing a parallel assault on those rising up to protest this genocide domestically," Diala Shamas, a senior staff attorney at the Center for Constitutional Rights, said during Monday remarks before the Human Rights Committee.
"The public dehumanization of Palestinians at the highest level of US government has led to skyrocketing repression of activism and all expressions of support for Palestine," she added.
Elected officials, including New York City Mayor Eric Adams, have accused Palestinian rights demonstrators of supporting terrorism in a blanket rebuke of protests. There are also increased reports of FBI agents interrogating Palestinians at mosques and immigration officials questioning Palestinians in detention, as well as acts of private violence against people perceived as Palestinian or Muslim.
The dangerous effects of such violent rhetoric are no more apparent than in the case of 6-year-old Wadea Al-Fayoume, who was fatally stabbed 26 times by a neighbor in Chicago in a horrific act of anti-Palestinian hate.
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Cheryl Eddington
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A/N: I got lazy and decided to just dump all the info I have on baby girl.
Birth name: Cheryl Catacutan
Cheryl from French “cherie”, meaning “beloved”
Catacutan, Hispanicized from Filipino “katakutan”, meaning “fear (verb)”.
Adoptive surname Eddington, inspired by British astrophysicist Arthur Eddington, who posited the concept of the arrow of time. Eddington proposed that entropy - the state of disorder, randomness, and uncertainty - increased with time.
Nicknames: Silver Cheryl, Butcher of Blythe
Birthday: November 1st (Age 17)
Residence:
[Formerly] Port Allenham
US Territory
Burnt lime/Quicklime District - people hauled limestone from the bay and crushed them up for calcium oxide production
Majority of the city burnt down after a series of large scale lime kilns exploded.
Cheryl suffered severe respiratory trauma from the fire and calcium oxide in the atmosphere. She got a pulmonary edema that had to be drained. Ever since, she's had chronic respiratory problems and periodically uses a nebulizer.
Her parents died in the fire.
Blythe, New York
Carthage School, Connecticut
Former all-boys private preparatory school, slowly transitioning into a co-ed setup.
Elias Cross Reform School, New York
Detention center for juvenile violators of federal law, serves mostly as a holding point until they're old enough to be transferred to prison.
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Physical Appearance
Height: 5 feet 7 in
Weight: 58 kg
Hair color: Dark brown
Eye color: Dark brown
Skin color: Fair
Distinguishing characteristics: large, wide nose, choppy hair
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Hobbies & Interests
Journaling
Research and experimentation
Equestrian sports
Horror games
Likes:
Checklists
Checking items off lists
Start of term
Writing essays
Explosives
Industrial chemistry
Dislikes:
Skirts
Crowded communal showers
Boring hunter courses
Her adoptive parents
Ambitions:
USMC Sabotage and Demolition Expert
Petroleum Engineer on an offshore oil rig
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Trivia:
Really doesn’t like animals that much. Is okay with her horse, Agamemnon, because she treats him like a person.
Social smoker.
Literally only adopted to fill in the spot of her deceased cousin. Esentially lives two lives. One as the shining multi-talented heiress and just plain old Cheryl, who lives in a dusty garrett room.
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Happy birthday, Willem van Spronsen! (July 14, 1950)
A Dutch-born carpenter, musician, anarchist, and committed antifascist, Willem van Spronsen was a fixture in the left-wing activist scene of the greater Seattle area, having been a veteran of the Occupy movement and labor organization, and active in the Puget Sound chapter of the John Brown Gun Club as its second member. In particular, van Spronsen was militantly opposed to United States immigration policy and in particular the policies of indefinite detention and family separation at the border, which he identified with the rise of fascism in his parents' generation. On July 13, 2019, van Sponsen took matters into his own hands in a one-man assault on the Northwest Detention Center, a privately-owned facility used by Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) for indefinite detention of undocumented immigrants. Van Spronsen was armed with a semi-automatic rifle and several homemade firebombs, which he used to set alight his own car and several ICE vehicles, before being gunned down by police. Though decried as a terrorist by politicians and in the media, van Spronsen became a martyr to the left. He left an indelible mark on those who met him and remains fondly remembered by his comrades.
"When I was a boy, in post-war Holland, later France, my head was filled with stories of the rise of fascism in the 30's. I promised myself that I would not be one of those who stands by as neighbors are torn from their homes and imprisoned for somehow being perceived as lesser. You don't have to burn the motherfucker down, but are you just going to stand by?"
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Brittney Griner is in the process of being transferred to a Russian penal colony -- a move her family has dreaded since Griner's August conviction on drug charges -- but her lawyers don't know where she is or where she's heading, her Russian legal team announced early Wednesday in Moscow.
The transfer began Friday, her lawyers said, a day after U.S. embassy officials visited her and far ahead of the schedule they had anticipated after Griner's appeal was denied Oct. 25. Typically, her attorneys had said, a transfer takes weeks or months. Griner's attorneys and U.S. officials were not aware she had been moved until Tuesday.
Griner's family might not know where she is for some time; according to her lawyers, "Notification is given via official mail and normally takes up to two weeks to be received."
Russian penal colonies are known for having far harsher conditions than the Moscow jail where Griner has been since she was detained in February.
In a statement released late Tuesday, Griner's agent, Lindsay Kagawa Colas, said, "Our primary concern continues to be BG's health and well-being. As we work through this very difficult phase of not knowing exactly where BG is or how she is doing, we ask for the public's support in continuing to write letters and express their love and care for her."
Colas said her team remains in "close contact" with the U.S. government and the Richardson Center, a private organization run by Bill Richardson that works to bring detained Americans home. Both the State Department and Richardson, a former U.S. ambassador to the United Nations, "are using all available resources to determine her whereabouts, ensure her safety and bring her home," Colas said.
"We are thankful for everyone's support, and hope that as we near nine months of detention, that BG and all wrongfully detained Americans will be shown mercy and returned home to their families for the holidays."
Griner's last contact with anyone from outside the jail was Thursday when U.S. embassy officials were able to visit her. She last saw her attorneys the day before.
Her family declined to offer a statement late Tuesday in the United States.
Griner pleaded guilty to drug smuggling charges in July. U.S. officials declared in May that Griner was being wrongfully detained and have called her trial and appeal political theater. After an appeals court upheld her conviction two weeks ago, U.S. Secretary of State Antony Blinken said the decision was "another failure of justice, compounding the injustice of her detention."
U.S. officials have said they made a "serious" offer to trade for Griner's freedom in June but have not yet received what they consider to be a legitimate counteroffer. Officials have said they hoped Russia would be more inclined to negotiate in good faith once the Tuesday midterm elections were over, knowing that Vladimir Putin's government would not want to give President Joe Biden a potential political victory.
Griner was arrested at a Moscow-area airport Feb. 17 while trying to enter Russia to join her club team in Ekaterinburg.
In a statement, her lawyers said, "Neither Brittney's family, including her wife Cherelle or her Russian legal team will have any further statements or press availability at this time."
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An ICE detention center for migrants in Louisiana that has been the subject of years of complaints about inadequate medical care, filthy accommodations and mistreatment of detainees has failed to remedy the issues in the year since immigration officials said the facility would improve living conditions and scale back the number of people who can be housed there, advocates and asylum-seekers said.
Three people who are or were recently detained at the Winn Correctional Center in rural Winn Parish, as well as advocates and lawyers who have been to the site and have clients there, said by phone that those detained there are subjected to undrinkable water, the constant threat of solitary confinement and limited access to doctors, even in critical situations. 
“This is an extremely problematic facility,” said Sofia Casini, the director of monitoring and community advocacy at Freedom for Immigrants, a nonprofit advocacy group. “It has been for a very long time, and we have not seen improvements.”
As of the week of June 12, more than 1,110 people were detained at Winn, a major detention center operated by a private company for male immigrants who entered the U.S. at its southern border. The figure is up 53% from September, according to data from Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
The population has climbed and the poor conditions have persisted despite ICE’s assurances last year that it would reduce the facility’s “guaranteed minimum” number of beds and renovate it to address housing concerns, advocates said.
“There’s a lot of horrific things that have gone down and that continue to go down at that facility but also just that are endemic to the entire New Orleans ICE field office,” said Mich González, the associate director of the Southeast Immigrant Freedom Initiative with the Southern Poverty Law Center’s Immigrant Justice Project.
The Southern Poverty Law Center has represented dozens of people detained at the facility, which has been housing migrants since 2019, González said.
“Nothing has changed about the conditions of this facility,” said González, adding that “horrific things” were happening on his last visit in April. “People with open wounds not getting the treatment that they need. People on crutches being told that they don’t have a humanitarian interest in being released even though they’re not a danger to anyone and they have people waiting for them at home. People detained for upwards of a year unnecessarily.”
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