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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"In seconding the address in reply to the speech from the throne, Mr. W. F. Nickle, M.P., of Kingston, made a very able plea for employing young penitentiary prisoners with comparatively good records in useful work, preferably on a prison farm. Even penitentiary prisoners may be first offenders and human enough to be benefitted more by a course of outdoor employment than by confinement in idleness behind stone walls." - from the Sault Star. December 4, 1912. Page 4.
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yours-stevie · 2 years
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My boy 😍
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jay-wasstuff · 9 months
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LA's environmentalist lawyers pulling up to Universal:
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Update:
Well then, I guess:
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somegrumpynerd · 20 days
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Thinking about how Nightmare has 4 mortals and 3 of them are so so bad at taking care of themselves
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laundrybiscuits · 1 year
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The officer leans close, jabbing a finger into Steve’s chest. “You’re damn lucky it ain’t ten years ago or one state over,” he growls. “You could be looking at a felony charge, serving 15 to life. We didn’t stand for this kind of thing in Hawkins when I joined the force.”
Steve just folds his arms and gives the officer a bored look. “Okay,” he says. “Good talk. Can I see my boyfriend now?”
The officer sneers, but he steps aside to let Steve through. They’ve got Eddie cuffed to the hospital bed with another gun-toting guard in the corner. 
“Jesus christ,” snaps Steve. “He’s not gonna escape, he can’t even walk right now. Why don’t you clear out and give us a little privacy, huh?”
“Sorry,” says the guard, not sounding all that sorry. “It’s for his own protection.”
Fuck. He’s gonna have to hope Eddie can follow his lead. All that practice pretending to be a wizard or whatever has to be good for something, right?
He perches on the side of Eddie’s bed and takes his hand. He can do this. “Hey, gorgeous. How’re you feeling?” 
“Uh,” says Eddie, eyebrows doing something hilarious. “Steve?”
“It’s okay,” says Steve. He rubs his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles. This is the most they’ve ever touched, he thinks—the most that was just skin, no layers of denim or leather in between. Not even a layer of blood and dirt. 
He swallows and keeps going, willing Eddie to develop freaky mind-reading powers all of a sudden. “I know you didn’t want to tell anyone about us, but I had to, baby. I’m sorry. I had to tell them you were, y’know, with me when…when Jason killed Chrissy.”
“You didn’t have to tell them about us,” says Eddie slowly. He’s giving Steve kind of an intense look. “Honey-pie. I’m sure there’s gotta be another way. One without as many consequences for you that you might not have thought all the way through.”
“There really isn’t,” Steve says. Thank god Eddie’s so quick on the uptake. Sure, he’s being a stubborn dick about it, but at least it doesn’t seem like he’s going to let anything slip. 
“Fucking hell,” sighs Eddie. “Don’t suppose we can put that pesky little cat back in the bag. Okay. Darling angel, light of my life, corndog of my soul, who else knows?”
Corndog of my soul, Steve mouths to himself. “Just the cops. And Robin and Nancy, obviously. And—oh, remember Hopper?”
“Do I remember Hopper, he asks. Oh, pudding-pop. The late Chief Hopper and I spent so, so much quality time together over the years; he was practically a father figure to me. And just as with my actual dear old dad, his departure was cause for great rejoicing in Casa Munson.”
“Sorry to break the bad news, then. Hop’s alive, and he—uh, he knows everything.” Steve tries to communicate the scope of everything by kind of tilting his head back and forth. “He’s been…helping.”
“Huh. No shit,” says Eddie. Steve can’t tell whether or not he’s getting it. To be fair, there’s a lot to get. “Okay, gallant knight errant of mine, any news on whether or not I’m getting sprung from this charmingly appointed dungeon?”
“We’re…Hopper’s working on it. That’s why I’m. Y’know. Here. To tell you that they know about us.” 
“Cool, right, understood.” Eddie closes his eyes, leaning back on his pillow. It’s so strange to see him in nothing but a hospital gown against white sheets. He looks like a wrung-out dishtowel. 
There’s a commotion from outside, raised voices saying something like you let him what and haven’t even interrogated the Munson kid yet and not a legal status you fuckin—
“Time’s up, sweetheart,” says Eddie, mouth quirking up into the ghost of a smile. “Anything else you wanna say before they decide to upgrade my security?”
“Uh,” says Steve. He’d mostly been focusing on getting the basics of Eddie’s alibi across in a convincing way, and he can’t remember if there were any other details Eddie should know. 
He hears the door slam open behind him, and panics. “Love you, bye,” he says, and ducks in to brush a quick kiss across Eddie’s chapped lips. The last thing he sees as he’s hauled bodily out of the room by a pissed-off detective is Eddie with his eyes gone enormous and shocked, lifting his uncuffed hand to his mouth, looking and looking at Steve like something is always going to be different from now on, forever.
(ETA: small continuation here!)
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hoofpeet · 8 months
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Sneasler getting a little bit jealous over time when Ingo starts battling full-time and DOESN'T beg her to be on his team--> Enlisting herself in a battle to prove that she's good at fighting too
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nelkcats · 10 months
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Stuntman
Jason Todd was a street kid, he never felt comfortable with the galas and millionaire activities Bruce attended. The first few days of his adoption he refused to leave his room, and Bruce was having a meltdown over one of his incoming events that required his new son's presence.
So, when he walked into the gala expecting criticism and gossip he didn't notice the boy next to him who was the same age as Jason. Or at least, he didn't until someone congratulated him on his new "son."
The boy introduced himself as "Danny" when he asked for his name. He wasn't thrilled with the galas his godfather forced him to attend and hated being alone, but he liked to play pranks on the rich. Which is why he didn't correct anyone when they called him Jason Todd.
Bruce came up with an idea after seeing his black hair and blue eyes and a few days later Jason and Danny were meeting. Bruce made the proposal to Danny to become Jason's "double" during the galas, and as long as he was in Gotham, the boy didn't see any problem. Better than being with Vlad.
Jason frowned not seeing the resemblance between them (he even told the boy) but Danny smiled and remarked that rich people were distracted, and as long as they didn't take pictures, they would never notice. A black-haired, blue-eyed boy was all they expected, and would be all they would see.
Still, Jason spent his days reminding him of their little differences, and how they were changing over time. Danny was amused by his concern. He thought it was kind of adorable that Jay was afraid of him being found out.
This arrangement went on for a long time. Until at some point Danny stopped responding, and shortly after Bruce stopped asking.
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fairygothmotherisgay · 4 months
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DC Social Media AU Part 2
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linktoo-doodles · 1 year
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top 10 telepaths in modern media
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artiststarme · 8 months
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Eddie wasn’t very close with Wayne. Sure, he loved him and he knew on some level that Wayne loved him. But Wayne worked long hours and was away oftentimes while his nephew was around. And Eddie tried to be out of the trailer as often as possible to let his uncle have time to himself. He’d forced the man’s hand in adopting him all those years ago and made his life a hassle since, the least he could do was give him some space.
Wayne never saw it like that though. His nephew, more like a son in his eyes, was his pride and joy. Yes, Eddie got into more trouble than the average kid and yes, he was repeating the senior year for the third time. He listened to loud music far into the night, kept hiding stray kittens in his bedroom until Wayne’s allergies started acting up, and intentionally caused chaos wherever he went. But instead of seeing a failure or a loser, Wayne saw a boy still trying to succeed despite enduring all of his struggles.
That’s why he never faltered in his belief that Eddie didn’t kill those kids. Eddie was a good boy, raised by Wayne himself to be the best person he could be. There was no way in hell that Eddie would ever turn his back on that.
And Wayne would never turn his back on Eddie. So in the early days of Spring Break, Wayne skips out on work and tries to find his nephew before the cops or the angry teens do. He searches the woods, the high school, the quarry, and all of Eddie’s friend’s houses. After the earthquakes, he scours the desecrated lands around what’s left of the trailer park and woods in any effort to find his nephew, his son. He screams into howling fissures in the ground and gets burned by hellfire… but he doesn’t find Eddie.
Wayne manages to keep his hopes high and his tears at bay until the little freshman friend of Eddie’s pulls him aside while he’s putting up flyers. He only breaks when the boy says he watched Eddie go down. But he won’t believe the words until he sees a body and that he does not. Because he’s never given up on Eddie before and he’s not going to start now.
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sticcmann · 30 days
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he is severely scarred
the bear is neddbear btw
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"Three-Year Terms Given Two Men For Theft of 40 Tires," Ottawa Citizen. March 3, 1943. Page 1. --- Up for sentence for a series of break-ins and tire thefts involving more than 40 tires valued at approximately $1,000, Dorilas Corneau [TOP], 19, and Florian Lemieux, 23, both of no address, were given three years in Portsmouth penitentiary, Kingston, by Magistrate Glenn E. Strike.
In passing sentence, MagistrateStrike said the nature of the offences and the manner in which they had been committed showed that they had been carefully planned. They were not the sort of offences which young men sometimes committed "on the spur of the moment," he said, and the accused had stolen articles which could be disposed of at possibly more than their actual worth.
He noted that Corneau had been before the court on at least three previous occasions.
His Worship suggested that the court "may have an opportunity of dealing with the people who bought the tires."
Crown Attorney Raoul Mercier assured the court that a complete investigation into the sale of the stolen tires would be made. ///
"Ottawa Men Given Penitentiary Terms For Theft of Tires," Ottawa Journal. March 3, 1943. Page 1. ---- Dorilas Corneau, 19, and Florian Lemieux, 23, both of no given address, were sentenced to three years in Kingston Penitentiary by Magistrate Strike in police court today, for a series of "black market" rubber thefts. Both were convicted on February 19 on charges of theft involving more than 40 automobile tires valued at upwards of $1,000.
In passing sentence Magistrate Strike said he was dealing with "serious major crimes". "In view of the shortage of rubber this type of offence ceases to be minor offence", he said. "It becomes a major crime they stole articles that could be disposed of for more than their actual worth."
Lionel Choquette, defence counsel, said that if the demand for rubber were not so great and certain people were not so willing to buy the tires, the temptation would not be so great to steal them.
Magistrate Strike said while this was true, the court may have an opportunity of dealing with persons who buy these tires.
Crown Attorney Raoul Mercier, K.C., assured the magistrate that "a full investigation has been made regarding persons who bought these tires".
[AL: Corneau was 20, unemployed, from Ottawa, French Canadian, and had served three terms in jail and one in the reformatory. He was convict #7243 at Kingston Penitentiary and worked in the mail bags. He was transferred June 1943 to the lower security Collin's Bay Penitentiary, becoming inmate #2075, and released July 1945. Lemieux was 23, a truck driver but unemployed for two months prior to his crime, and also a French Canadian from Ottawa. He had no previous criminal record. He was convict #7242 at Kingston Penitentiary and worked in the mail bags. He was transferred July 1943 to the lower security Collin's Bay Penitentiary, becoming inmate #2080, and released on parole in late 1944.]
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galedekarios · 8 months
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Meeting Tara
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padawansuggest · 1 year
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Obi-Wan: Cody. Oh sweet sweet, good man Cody. I just don’t think we could be together.
Cody: Oh. Um. Is it because I’m a clone?
Obi-Wan: *trying not to admit that he would literally go insane and either try and steal the whole army, or kill the chancellor if he admitted to his feelings* Well. It’s… a conflict of interests.
Cody: *well versed in Kenobi speak, which is why he knows that doesn’t add up* What?
Anakin: *taking out his headphones ten feet away* He said you guys have conflicting mental illnesses.
Cody: That’s not-
Obi-Wan: No no, that fits the situation pretty well, actually.
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loofiez · 5 months
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Some TimKon for the soul
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oifaaa · 7 months
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The irony is not lost on me that i complain about how oftern Tim takes over Jason centric stories only to then go out and buy the deluxe version of death in the family which is the version of the book that is half dedicated to tim becoming Robin
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