Ya know, Danny’s death could well be considered Manslaughter on the part of his parents. Manslaughter in Illinois is defined as either:

-The defendant knew or should have reasonably known that his actions could have lead to the death of the other party;

-The defendant's actions showed an apparent disregard for human life or were intrinsically dangerous; and

-The defendant's actions or failure of duty were the direct cause of the other party's death

The Fentons asked their 14-year-old to clean a lab full of hazardous and dangerous material without the proper equipment or training. The average person would therefore expect that Danny would somehow be harmed or even killed. They failed their duty as his legal guardians AND operated in a way that was intrinsically dangerous. By any definition, this was Manslaughter. Unfortunately, the maximum sentence for the crime of manslaughter is about 3-5 years. That said, because Danny is a minor and this is therefore also child endangerment, the charge could be upgraded to a class two felony with a maximum sentence of 7 years or 14 for an extended term. This would also invove a legal fee, a period of supervision for up to two years, and an investigation by CPS (who would ABSOLUTELY take Jazz and Danny away)

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x01 - requested by anonymous

simple - alhaitham

synopsis: in which kaveh says you’re normal. alhaitham disagrees

ship: alhaitham x reader

notes: mistakenly written for a title prompt before realizing it was asked for a specific character

You’re the simplest person he knows. So incredibly simple, predictable, uncomplicated—sometimes he wonders how you manage to live such a life.

Personally, Alhaitham considers his life simple as well. He wakes up at the same time everyday, completes his work easily, leaves at the usual scheduled time on the hour, makes dinner, and goes to sleep. That is his life day in and out with the occasional change. But you’re not simple the same way he is. Your life isn’t as scheduled. And yet you are still simple.

Truly and irrevocably simple.

You dislike it when he calls you such. But can you blame him? You daily nag him about eating better, and yet everyday he sees you looking guiltily with a bag of greasy food from the Grand Bazaar. You struggle to make decisions and will often ask him for help, yet when he gives you his response, you’ll always choose the opposite option of his suggestion. He finds himself having to scold you everyday for mumbling under your breath while doing paperwork.

When he mentioned his thoughts to Kaveh, the architect grumbled that his observations were not indicative of the makings of a simple person. He said that you were just normal. Every human being had habits like that. But Kaveh was wrong.

You’re not normal. You’re simple.

If you weren’t simple, why else do you have such a disturbingly loud sneeze despite being so manners obsessed? Why else do you purchase so many notebooks despite knowing you’re not going to use a single one? Why else do you lose your pricey pens at the same rate Kaveh loses mora?

You’re simple.

You’re simple to him.

And he can’t stop thinking about it.

somebody rec me some good books. and they do actually have to be good. don’t rec me something just because it’s gay or it’s popular, it has to also still be good. like both the story and the writing have to be good none of this good concept bad writing or good writing horrible story. fantasy or soft scifi preferred, especially if it’s nontraditional fantasy. I am bored and sick of the internet and I want to get back into reading more but I’m kinda meh about most of what’s on my shelf

*edit: when I say “soft scifi” I don’t mean cozy I mean not hard scifi, as in stories that are more fantastical than grounded in hard science. for example the Martian is considered hard scifi, so not that. Star Wars would be closer to a soft scifi bc it’s all bullshit on the science end and it’s more about the vibes

Doodles from some time ago (that I forgot to post, oops.......)

seven sentence sunday

tagged by @weewootruck @hippolotamus @spotsandsocks 💖

a lil snippet of the christmas tree fic that probably won't be done until after christmas oops haha (i always forget how busy christmastime is lol) but ill try to finish it by the end of the year

also, if you celebrate, merry christmas everyone 🎄💖or just happy holidays haha

prev snippet

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And now there’s Buck. His best friend, his co-parent, his partner… and since very recently, his boyfriend. It’s fairly new, just a few weeks, but it doesn’t feel like it. Eddie feels as if they’ve been together for years now. In a way, they have. They’ve been dancing around their feelings for such a long time, Eddie’s not even sure when it started. But they made it official just a while back, and the transition from friendship to romance surprisingly felt like the most natural and easiest thing in the world. Like it was always meant to happen.

This year it’s their first Christmas together as a couple, and Eddie thought he’d be nervous, but he’s really not. It’s the most normal thing, buying gifts for their kid together, decorating the house together, picking out a tree.

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“You did so well”

It’s the way whumper says it—the way they speak to whumpee. It’s their voice—half the time angry, biting, and degrading, only to mutate into something sickeningly sweet in the aftermath of the pain, when whumper leans in close with sticky murmurs of affection—of mocking praise.

A toxic, slimy liquid that drips from whumper’s lips and oozes thick and heavy down whumpee’s ears and neck and shoulders.

It makes whumpee’s skin crawl. 

Or at least, it did.

At first. 

But there comes a point, during the more creative of whumper’s tortures, where the pain becomes too much, where the excruciating burn of the knife or the sear of the brand is blacking out whumpee’s brain and shoving their head deep underwater, shrinking their existence down through a tiny pinhole, only to be materialized again on the other side, dazed beyond belief, panting and shaking and still bound in whumper’s arms. 

It’s those precious few moments of reprieve in the aftermath, where the warmth of whumper’s shoulder against their cheek is enough for whumpee to sink into it— For their teeth to unclench, for their shoulders to slump against whumper’s torso, for their shaking knees to crumple into whumper’s lap.

For each part of them to give up—to give in— until they’re spilling hot tears into the fabric between shaking, heaving breaths, staining whumper’s shirt with the small beads of blood that still weep from their bitten lip.

Whumper only holds whumpee’s head tightly against their shoulder and let’s them ride out the sobs. 

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tw // yandere thoughts (like a sentence… its 1:30 in the morning im sorry its not smth new)

yandere miguel kidnapping reader and keeping them trapped in his home as his cute little housewife….im thinking thoughts… and all of them are inappropriate 😁

I've made a new little guy for my collection! It's Haruka!

While I'm still mentally screaming about the My Policeman red carpet look I also wanna point out a possible intentional difference between the Don't Worry Darling and MP looks for both the press conference and red carpet.

DWD press conference (left) vs MP press conference (right), basically here the why i think he might be comparing the two if you will through outfits: the jackets are the same but in another color. And the same goes for the red carpet looks. It's pretty simple lol, but lemme explain... Remember he (and Lambert) have done so before, at the 2021 Grammy's for instance, where Lambert explained they went for "polar opposite" looks while keeping the same silhouette, and here I think something similar has been done again. (that's also what got me started on that fking color negatives bs but this isn't about that but it's part of the post so there's that) Pretty much the story is in the difference between the two, the one helps puts emphasis on the significance of the other.

Details:

DWD:

white jacket

blue nails

blue bandana scarf covering bananadicknecklace

bird ring

MP:

same jacket but black

green nails

pearls yes absolutely and dicklace on full display

peace ring

shoe model he wears at his shows

hair more his regular style

It very well could be they just didn't have much time for the MP look but basically I'm seeing details added that are much more him, much more comfortable, more harry for MP in many ways.

BUT NOW THE IMPORTANT ONE THE RED CARPET LOOKS

DWD (left) and MP (right):

Again The Same Jacket But One Is Blue And One Is Green.

DWD:

again blue nails

again bird ring

blue suit

it's all blue just like the press conference outfit

accessories: sunglasses, and I guess a shirt with pointy ends we count as an accessory bc the green goblin didnt need one.

the details make the suit look more stiff if that's the word

My Policeman

again green nails

again peace ring

same! jacket! green suit

no shirt. he naked. he bare. he babey. he all out. he-

BIGASS FKIN GREEN ASS LILY FLOWER BLAAP GREEN FUCKING-

accessories: purse, GREEN. CARNATION. APPRECAITION BIGASS FLOWER I THINK YOU SHOULD WEAR BIG GREEN FLOWERS

and here the accessoires, everything about it, brings down the squareness of the jacket? again. words idk fashion. But it's having opposite effects is the point. one makes you relaxed the other not so much

So I mean find symbolism in this the way you want to, I'm seeing a look for DWD that looks like a policeman. It looks to me like he's found a way (for himself) to put on display how he's both. DWD = work, like Tom is the policeman, and THEN there's MP, something he's passionate about, and we see the second, the green outfit, as displayed pretty much embodying a green carnation (symbolizing queerness, esp mlm), paralleling Tom who loves a man. Basically, the green carnation look is appropriate and related to the MP premiere, to his character in the movie, but by taking the look of a policeman out of that situation, and into the DWD premiere, he's added that layer of him. And not just that, also incorporating those classic (peace ring, blue+green) details we we've grown to understand symbolise his relationship with some lad dude yk.

IN SHORT: LOVE THIS GENIUS:

Opening line patterns tag game!!

Thought this was pretty fun so i wanted to hop on :)

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

(I have exactly ten fics so good for me!)

In order of oldest to newest:

1. The Magical Feeling of Falling in Love(i kinda fucked up the fic with this title tbh i do not like it)

“It was a weird feeling for Jack Sullivan.”

2. The Best Christmas Gift

“Today is Christmas.”

3. It’s Always Truth Or Dare That Screws People Over

“Wanna play truth or dare?”

4. What Do You Do When Your Classmate Faints?

“Jack was worried.”

(I am starting to see the trend here)

5. I Don’t Wanna Be Special

“Jeremy Heere is pretty attractive.”

(Okay the trend is broken nvm)

6. The Genius Is Heere

“Jeremy and Michael were inseparable, keyword: ‘were’.”

7. Shit.

“Seasonal depression or seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is a type of depression that comes and goes in a seasonal pattern.”

(Tbh i have no idea what i was trying to do with the opening of this fic i literally copied and pasted the definition of seasonal depression here)

8. Memory Leak

“Michael found himself switching monitors from radio static to more radio static.”

9. Remembering the ones who can’t be here

“Jake disliked Christmas.”

10. Finding Love On Valentine’s Day

“A week before Valentine’s, Rich started discovering these obnoxiously pink letters, accompanied by a different flower every day in his locker.”

Conclusion

For my tlkoe fics it’s pretty obvious that i went for a shorter one liner kind of opening which is something i did not expect tbh. Kind of a straight to the deal, instant hook(?) kind of thing. For my bmc fics i started using longer sentences? And it’s funny because there’s kind of a transition there lol. For ml i tried to do the “start with action scenes” thing which ultimately fucked me up/hj I think the main pattern here is that i either use short one liners that cut to the chase or a longer sentence that also cuts to the chase but gives less of a “ooh what’s happening” kind of feeling. Yeah i like short one liners more they have this weird impact

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No Dice Needed

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: While helping Eddie look for a VHS in his mess of a room, you come across a comic that pushes your friendship into new territory. 

warnings: allusion to sex, reference to pornography, no smut (yet) 

authors note: I have begun the process of dipping my toe into the eddie munson pool. Hope I got his character right! He has such specific mannerisms and voice it was a struggle to get his dramamtic shrieky energy just right but i hope you all enjoy <3 special thanks to @madhyanas @cinewhore and @thesadvampire for reading this over and giving me advice. Love you all so very much! Tagging those who i know enjoy eddie munson: @moskaisley​ @awesomemixvol3​ @miraclesabound​ 

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      Eddie Munson’s room was never clean. This was something you accepted in middle school when you first befriended him.

      No matter how many times you told him, he never changed. He would simply flash you a smile while kicking over the two-week pile of clothes on his bed. “Organized chaos,” he proudly called it. 

      “Being a lazy little pain in the ass,” was what his uncle would correct him with. 

      “You’re positive you have it?” 

      “Yes I’m positive I-” He whips around, head momentarily popping up from the opening of his closet to stare at you. “-do you seriously not trust me? I’m wounded, honey. Truly hurt.”       “Listen, I’m just trying to return that goddamn movie that you made me rent!” You glare at the metalhead, impatiently tapping your foot as he continues to mumble and rifle through his disaster of a closet “You know how the video store is with those late fees. If I bring another late tape in, Harrington will never let me hear the end of it.” 

      “Well maybe, sweetness, just maaaybe I’d be able to find this fast if you would…Oh, I don’t know, help me?” 

      He ducked just in time to avoid the book you flung at his head. 

      “Nice aim by the way. You could be a starter with that arm.”       “Well I’m sorry Edmund but it's a little hard to find anything in this goddamn pig sty!” You gestured to his room with a broad sweep. “How in God’s name you're able to sleep in here is beyond me.”

      He flashes you a sharp grin. “Yeah well, the ladies don’t complain so-”

      “Oh please, what ladies are you bringing over to this trash heap?” His smile fell before he turned his attention back to sifting through his closet. “Any woman who is oh-so-lucky to be graced with your presence would have to do it in the back of your van or the Hideout bathroom. Because if you ever brought a girl into this hellhole she’d turn tail before you even got the chance to- fuck!” 

      Your foot slides out beneath you and your back slams into the less-than-forgiving carpeted floor beneath you. Eddie looks up at the ceiling and laughs. 

      “Oh, sweet karma. How I love your comedic timing.” 

      “That wasn’t karma, dipshit. It was whatever stupid comic you decided belonged on the floor instead of the fucking bookshelf.” 

      You push yourself up, swiping the comic off of the ground with the intention of setting it onto the shelf to put at least one thing in its rightful spot, when your eyes land on the cover. 

      “Oh Jesus.” 

      A woman  lends against the broad frame of a rugged man, back turned so that her ass is fully on display. The title “Heavy Metal” Covers the top of the cover in thick yellow lettering. 

      You already knew Eddie was into weird shit. He played with dice and little figurines that you would put money on were hand painted by himself, even if he never admitted it. The comic was probably the same. Just some nerd shit that you could make fun of him for later. 

      But still…

      You look over to Eddie, still hunched over in his closet, grumbling to himself while throwing clothes over his shoulder in search of the VHS. 

      What’s the harm in one little peek?

      You opened to a random page only to come face to face with some very explicit hand drawn sex. 

      Oh. 

      You swallow thickly. Eddie was still on a rampage through his closet, and the shitty overhead lights were buzzing at a loud enough decibel to rattle the windows of the trailer, but in that moment, the room felt unbearably silent as you realized just what you held in your hands. 

      “Christ, Munson.” Your voice sounded from somewhere behind him. “Even the porn you look at is weird.” 

      His immediate reaction was to smile over his shoulder at you and say, “There’s a reason they call me a freak, honey.” But when his brain finally connects the words you're saying and the comic in your hands that you flipped through with a grimace, panic clenches his heart. 

      “NoDontTouchThat!” 

      He throws himself forward, grasping wildly at the air as you dance out of his reach. 

      “I mean, seriously dude, you couldn’t just buy a Playboy? You have to get the loincloth and techno-revolution porn?” With each blind flail in hope of grabbing the comic, your friend becomes more and more frantic as you flip page by page, further dredging him in utter humiliation. 

      “It isn’t porn!” He shrieks. “It's art! You wouldn’t understand so stopflippingthroughitjesushchrist!”

      Finally, after you had run out of space to prance and wiggle through in his small room, Eddie found his footing and lunged, grabbing onto your shoulder and sending you both tumbling onto his unmade bed. 

      “This is a gripping story about a post-apocalyptic world and how society is nothing but a construct! Not that you would understand its nuance!” 

      Part of you wanted to laugh at his rambling explanation for such a sexual possession, or maybe poke him in jest about how you're even surprised he knew what nuanced meant, but for a moment you're too distracted. Head too dizzy and full of cotton because all you can think of is how his chest is heaving and his nose is touching yours, those frizzy curls you love so much hang down around you like a curtain. When he shifts you feel his knee press up between your legs and it makes your heart jump in a way you hoped it never would for your best friend. 

      But instead, as you lay pinned under him, you simply crack a smile. 

      “You know Eds, you don’t have to make up some stupid excuse for getting your rocks off. It’s fine.” 

      He says nothing, just stares at you, face flushed and chest heaving. 

      The silence is entirely too loud, too thick and heavy in the air, so you continue to speak. 

      “Maybe we can even act out a few scenes, yeah?” You snip, hands coming up to the crown of your head, fingers curled to mimic horns and tongue flicking out. “I can be the evil she-demon on page seven.” 

      His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly. He says nothing, just stares and pants until you feel like you’ve done something wrong, offended him or grossed him out. Your smile began to fade. Was this a step too far? Eddie was like that sometimes, hard to grasp but easy to attempt to. You pushed him and he pushed you and maybe this was the moment you finally fell over the edge. 

      Suddenly, he smiles down at you. 

      “You wish, perv.” 

      Eddie pushes himself off you and the air returns to your lungs as he walks down the hall, calling out to you over his shoulder. 

      “I’m gonna order a pizza, you hungry?” 

      The room is still spinning as you nod numbly and croak out “Yeah, I could eat.” Still focused on the way his eyes seemed to burn into you before.

      Eddie, always keen to make jokes, is silent for the rest of the night. He says nothing about the fumble in his bed, no snide comments about your offer to act it out or the way you felt under him. He sits at your side, uncharacteristically quiet as you watch a movie and eat in silence. 

      When you finally depart for the night, he waits until your taillights are a distance blot down the road to retreat to his room. As he sheds his clothes, Eddie thinks of you. The way you grinned and taunted him, the way your eyes went wide beneath him and the little gasp as you shifted under his grasp. His eyes fall onto the offending comic, still laying open on his bed. 

      Your offer echoes in his head. “We can even act out a few scenes.” 

      He stared as the drawn heroine, splayed out in ecstasy and eyes fluttered shut before snatching it off of his comforter and stuffing it under the mattress. 

      “Yeah right, Munson. Fucking idiot.” 

      The freak of Hawkins dreams of you the entire night, and wakes up loathing himself for it. Little did he know, you were doing the very same. 

Upcoming Reading Groups Held on Discord

Short readings every week this summer! Full-length book in June!

Between 10 and 40 pages

"The Yellow Wallpaper" on Saturday 4/27 8:00 PM EDT: Charlotte Perkins Gilman's 1892 horror story of misogyny and madness.

"Playing Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain" and "The Haunting of Hajji Hotak" on Saturday 5/11 8:00 PM EDT: In the first story by Jamil Jan Kochai, a teenager plays an ultra-violent videogame set in his father's native Afghanistan; in the second, a wiretapper slowly becomes invested in the lives of the people he surveils.

"The Library of Babel" on Sunday 5/19 8:00 PM EDT: An unnamed man wanders an infinite library in Jorge Luis Borges' rumination on language and nonsense.

"A Cask of Amontillado," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Raven," and "Annabel Lee" on Saturday 5/25 8:00 PM EDT: Two short stories and two poems by one of the greatest horror authors to ever touch a pen

Full Length:

"House of Leaves" on Saturday June 29 10:00 PM EDT: An experimental haunted house novel in which the font, color, and shape of the text mutates

I remembered today that if I want to continue my accidental Bilbo and the troll tradition I need to get cracking on a new drawing before I wake up in 2024 having missed my chance.

2023 Bert stole 2020 Bert’s hair and put it all over his face.  That’s why 2020 Bert was bald.  I just didn’t know that at the time.

why is job hunting.

that's it that's the post

It’s so funny to be lazily ambiguous with gender and sexuality in real life because most people are like oh that’s a butch lesbian. Because I am lazy. And because I only clear things up with vetted friends and literally do not care about pronouns and names and have had different names/pronouns in different circles etc. and they see my men’s attire and the fact that I haven’t binded (bound?) in years and my short hair has long grown out. And then they tell on themselves and their own lazy heuristics when I talk about liking a man that it either a) takes them visibly aback and they have to stumble over themselves to pretend they’re not shocked or b) straight up think I’m joking and continue to believe I’m a butch lesbian. And the craziest thing is other queer people like somehow often worse about this despite this sort of idea that they have of themselves that they don’t assume anyone’s gender/sexuality and that they don’t tie ideas of androgyny to a flat chest and that they do believe that pretty extreme gender fluidity can and does exist and that everyone’s experience with gender is unique. And then there’s all sorts of shit where if I don’t feel like explaining/justifying the fact that I feel my concept of identity and self shift at such a glacial pace that it’s not worth establishing a conventional nonbinary or transgender identity (that conforms to the accepted experience, timeline, and desired considerations) in public, beyond my trusted friends who are chill about deviant experiences within the queer norm, I’m just one of them theyfabs claiming to be queer for clout. Ugh anyways it’s crazy to be one of the few people on the planet who needs to occasionally come out as what may appear at the outset as straight. I’m literally not a lesbian and no one ever ever stops to think I might not be. But I’ve had so many profound experiences with women and within that sort of community that I do feel such a strong affinity there, and in an ideal world would love to be something like a he/him lesbian. But I’m not a lesbian. Because I like men!! Despite only ever having been with women!!! And it also is so funny to me that were I to enter into a relationship with a man I would be considered completely and entirely cishet despite my extensive experiences within the gay community and specifically the lesbian community. Who would accept me with open arms if I’d ended up permanently with one of the women I’ve been with!! But I remain steadfast in my convictions that I do not need to explain myself to anyone. And truly I do not care in the least what people assume about me, I’m a very private person for whom open identity is not important and I’m literally way too chill to care. But it’s just continuously funny to have to come out as not a lesbian. How many dozens of times have I had to be like “actually I am not a homosexual”. Literally the opposite experience of most LGBTeeeees I’ve just got that deeply intensely masculine swag for real that the effect lasts even when my hair gets down to like shoulder length. And it’s like, even though I am perceived as female, albeit a queer one, I have had literally every single one of the stereotypical experiences of the ‘knew I was transgender from early childhood’ archetype and that’s just supposed to be completely invalid because I decided not to medically transition due to the spans of time I have where my identity shifts and I know I’m not qualified to pick one of the three acceptable genders for the rest of my life? And I understand the broader community’s frustration with certain aspects of hegemony re: people whose identities are snidely referred to as “theyfabs” and bisexual women in LTRs with men HOWEVER im just so tiredddddddddddd of the condescension, and lazy heuristics I notice in queer people’s treatment of me and assumptions about me. Anyways thanks 2 the gay people in my phone for letting me be amorphous and being so so chill about it. I mean it probably helps that you can’t see my genuinely gargantuan and unbindable breasts from my posts. But christ man it’s just exhausting lol