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jumpsuitbuzzcut · 2 months
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Ask me questions anything about prison, jail, jumpsuits, buzz cuts, shaved heads, wifebeater tanks, etc
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The Dungeons & Dragons Players of Death Row
For a group of men in a Texas prison, the fantasy game became a lifeline — to their imaginations, and to one another.
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When Ford first overheard the men on the old Huntsville death row playing D.&D., they were engaged in a fast, high-octane version. The gamers were members of the Mexican Mafia, an insular crew that let Ford into their circle after they realized he could draw. The gang’s leader, Spider, pulled some strings, Ford recalls, and got him moved to a neighboring cell to serve as his personal artist. Ford earned some money drawing intricate Aztec designs in ink. He also began to join their D.&D. sessions, eventually becoming a Dungeon Master and running games all over the row. Playing Dungeons & Dragons is more difficult in prison than almost anywhere else. Just as in the free world, each gaming session can last for hours and is part of a larger campaign that often stretches on for months or years. But in prison, players can’t just look up the game rules online. The hard-bound manuals that detail settings, characters and spells are expensive and can be difficult to get past mailroom censors. Some states ban books about the game altogether, while others prohibit anything with a hard cover. Books with maps are generally forbidden, and dice are often considered contraband, because they can be used for gambling. Prisoners frequently replace them with game spinners crafted out of paper and typewriter parts.
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When I worked for TSR, Inc. back in the day, the letters from prisoners requesting D&D books and modules came to my desk. You would be surprised how many we got. Getting product to prisoners was difficult and each prison had different policies. The letters were always from prisoners, not prison staff or librarians. The prisoners had to piece together what their local policy or issue was and how to get around it. Most could not. Shipping products directly to a prisoner, even for free, was usually out of the question. Prisons looked at D&D not as a game but as a tool for planning escapes. (Terms like "dungeon crawl" on the product didn't help.) The majority of the time the only viable option was to get the local prison library to stock it. I would do my best to track down the local supplier for the prison in question and forward the information to our sales rep from Random House for that territory to reach out. It was more likely the Random House rep rather than our own Hobby Channel reps would have a relationship with the librarian or prison purchasing board for their other books. In the 10 years I was involved in the sales and marketing of Dungeons & Dragons I received 3 thank you letters for getting the game into a prison. ~ eP
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My boys were hanging in tiny baby jail while I painted the other night
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Prompt #25
Person A: Didn't you said that family was important.
Person B: I mean i guess, look the last time a talked to my big brother I was goin to jail.
Person A: Jail? You have been in jail?
Person B: You haven't?
Person A: Of course not, nobody is supposed to go to jail young. Didn't your parents teach you.
Person B: Of course they did, why do you think i ended in jail and not them.
Person A: ...
Person B: Moving on.
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Take your shoes off and leave your worries at the door step. Footwear is a suicide hazard. Not needed in any cell. Shoes are unhygienic in a closed space. 👣
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I knew the guards read 'em but not the whole internet!
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Angela Davis hand woven wall hanging by Telarama!
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pickledpascal · 1 year
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Sweet Nothing
Chapter Seven: Her Faith in Love is Better On Sunny Days
Summary: After trial, Will is on house arrest. He is sentenced for a year with mandatory therapy sessions. But Blake has a plan to perhaps break him out of this.
Warnings: Lots of talks of vomitting, 18+ themes, Hannibal eats people.
Word Count: 4.2k
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The rest of Will's trial seemed to go well. No more murders or severed ears coming in the mail. Which Blake would classify as a win even if it was a small victory. Though, most murder cases didn't have the sheer amount of controversy surrounding it. So Blake would take what she could get.
On the day the trial was settled, Blake was there. Even though it scared her to no end. Blake feared hearing the decision, it could put Will in that hospital for life if it went any particular way. Blake took a deep breath as the judge prepared his statement.
"Given the evidence provided and lines of witnesses, we hereby grant Will Graham freedom by house arrest for exactly one year." Something Matt decided to put on there for the sole fact that Will didn't seem all that dangerous. "I cannot say, beyond a reasonable doubt, that Will did anything in sound mind so he must be monitored by others. Not only does this include physical monitoring but also mental. Due to these requirements, I ask that Doctor Blake Adler watch over Will Graham and that Doctor Hannibal Lecter do therapy sessions within Will Graham's home.' 
Blake blinked. Of course, this was something she wanted but…. Well, she couldn't exactly turn it down since it was court ordered and she didn't mind spending time with Will. She just…. Didn't expect this. She expected someone like Alana Bloom to be the one to monitor Will. Alana was much more unattached to Will than Blake was. And Hannibal? Even though he has calmed down, Will still believed Hannibal was the reason behind everything. Blake didn't blame him. The elder doctor was starting to act weird around her, weirder than usual.
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Will Graham was released from the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane on a Saturday. Blake met him at his cell and guided him to her car, stopping on the way to his house to get a haircut–something he asked for. When they arrived at Will's home, the FBI was waiting to put the anklet on him. They'd already set up sensors around the property, it was big enough for Will to roam. Just not too far.
As the FBI left, Blake let out a smile. "First time I've been here." She said softly, leaning down to pet all the dogs which were so graciously given back to Will from Alana. "I get to meet all these guys!" Blake exclaimed happily.
Will shed his jacket and smiled softly at Blake. "I think they've been wanting to meet you." He admitted softly, "I noticed they smelled the…. Uh, coat I got from you a lot." He scratched the back of his neck out of nervousness. Being back in the real world after spending months in a hospital jail cell was weird. 
Will wasn't sure what to do with the amount of space he now had, although limited. Or even the fact that there no longer was glass separating him and Blake. He longed for her touch and yet he had no idea how to initiate it. Or a kiss. God, he missed so much about simply being in the same room as Blake. The way she towered over him, tipped his head back as they kissed, or ran her hand through his hair. Will craved it like one would chocolate. Blake's presence was decadent, filled with rich flavor, and presented in a way that screamed elegance.
"Hm." Blake hummed, standing fully instead of being hunched over because the dogs seemed to have lost interest in her and retreated to their beds. "I never got to say it but…. I missed you too." She said softly, cupping Will's chin in between her index finger and her thumb.
Will let out a shaky breath, eyes lifting to meet Blake's. "Can you…. Show me how much you missed me?" He asked in a whisper, his urges slowly overcoming him. 
Blake cocked her head, scanning Will's face only to see no hesitation or feeling of obligation in his eyes. So Blake did. She carefully slid her hand behind Will's neck and guided him to her lips. Blake put her other hand on his waist, clearly taking the lead in this dance. While one of Will's hands grabbed onto Blake's shoulder for support. They were kissing for quite a while and they were leaning into each other, desperate to find comfort. Or maybe something more.
Once they pulled apart, they admired each. Their lips were both equally swollen, eyes dilated, and taking deep breaths. Will, though, had never looked better to Blake's eyes. His hair, while messed up by her own doing, was much neater and made his face seem more…. Hot. And Blake had a feeling Will knew what she thought. Knew what he was doing. Knew that Blake particularly loved his hair, running her hands through it, feeling its softness. 
Both of them were too eager, though, to let this rest continue. Their lips clashed together yet again in a more heated way. Blake even gently picked up Will and pressed him against his bed that lay in the corner of the room as she got in between his legs, arms on either side of his head. This wasn't necessarily sensual but it certainly was intimate. A show of just how much Blake cared. Enough to properly show Will love and affection.
Suddenly, they were disrupted by Will's anklet beeping. 
Both being surprised and irritated by the noise, they broke apart. Blake and Will looked at each other for a moment before they both broke out into a smile. The taller woman then sat back on Will's lap to check the anklet.
"I believe it sensed your heartbeat going up." Blake chuckled softly, looking down at Will.
Will's eyes dilated as he looked up at Blake, the position making him feel small. Or…. Smaller than he already was. Blake's height gave her a three inch difference between Will. It wasn't the biggest distinction but it made a world difference regarding the way Will saw Blake, similarly, it was somewhat monumental to the way Blake saw Will.
Blake did not necessarily see Will as someone who needed to be fixed like, say, Alana Bloom would with her "professional curiosity." Will just needed help, to be guided onto the right path then he would heal himself. There was no correct way to be fixed, if one could be fixed to begin with. Blake saw Will as a precious being, capable of great feats. It was up to him if those would be horrible or worthy of praise by the masses. Being in the presence of someone who could hold that much power was…. Interesting. Will didn't look the type to have it. 
Will Graham was the average height for a man, but his beauty was certainly not average or mediocre. Blake appreciated it like no other had before. He was quite susceptible to submission, even if he had a hate for people truly knowing him or knowing the deep inner workings of his mind. He might have even adored the fact that Blake was taller than him but he'd never admit to it, not unless he was alone with her. But it was easy to tell with how much Will loved to glance up at her, adjusting his glasses to mask it. This happened more than once when they worked at the Bureau.
"So…. No prolonged kissing or else that will happen." Will dropped his head onto the pillow below him, letting out a sigh as he looked into the ceiling. "Sad, I wished we could–" The man stopped himself suddenly, realizing what he was about to say.
Blake cocked her head with a smirk. She had a feeling she knew where Will's mind was. "Wished we could what, Will? Hm?" She teased softly, pursing her lips in thought. "Have sex? Fuck, even?" She asked. 
Hearing those words come from Blake's lips was sinful to Will. The way her mouth formed each word caught his attention. Hell, maybe he did have an obsession. Everything that had to do with Blake, he adored–possibly even craved. Will let out a small whimper as he nodded. The sound was absolutely heavenly to Blake's ears. 
"Though it would…. Be unwise." Will said in a whisper after slowly finding his voice. He couldn't remember the last time he whimpered or felt like emulating such a noise. 
Blake hummed out disapprovingly, "It would. Can't have others knowing." She joked softly, referencing the anklet tightly secured on Will's leg. It was monitored 24/7 so whoever has the dismay of watching its activity might have a special insight to their relationship. That is, if the pair ever decided to continue further than a few heated kisses. "That would take away the fun. Only we need to know." 
Will's Adam's apple visibly bobbed at Blake's words. She hummed, running her thumb down the side of his face to his subtly dimpled chin and caressed the patch of facial hair there. Another thing Will learned she liked, his stubble. Now, he hadn't exactly grown it on purpose seeing as he was recently in a cell but he had no intention of shaving it off either. 
"Do you find me attractive, Doctor Adler?" Will asked, a light smirk gracing his features. If he knew how to work it, he may use it to his advantage. But he had a sneaking suspicion he knew the answer to his own question. 
Blake narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing what he wanted. "Yes." She answered simply. 
Will set his hands on Blake's hips, rubbing slightly on the bone. "Tell me, what is it you find attractive about me?" His eyes flicked to the taller woman's legs momentarily before they traveled back up to her lips.
"Your lips. How eager sometimes they are to meet mine. Your eyes and how they can hold so much emotion or sometimes none at all. Your jaw with how perfect it is to hold and touch. Your hair, the color suits you well while the softness feels good to touch." Blake said softly, hands caressing each part of Will she described. "And you. Your attitude, how you wish not to reveal so much about yourself but you become your own downfall in that. It's endearing." She added, pressing a kiss to the underside of Will's jaw as she tipped his head upwards. The action caused him to take in a shaky breath, allowing Blake to do whatever she wished.
Blake then ran her hand down to Will's neck, slowly rubbing a circle onto the skin where his neck met his shoulder. "That cold that follows you around has been formed into ice that clings to you. Perhaps, I wanted to share my warmth and show you a world without the cold." She whispered into Will's lips as she captured them again.
Will let out yet another, light noise into Blake's lips as he cupped her jaw and leaned upwards towards her. He felt desperation for a need to be filled and yet he knew he couldn't have it. Not now. But Will Graham was a patient man…. Sometimes. "I need you, Blake….. please?" He asked softly as he pulled away from her lips.
"Not so fast, Will." Blake whispered back, adjusting herself so she was laying next to Will on the bed. It was hard to deny Will, especially when he sounded so…. Needy. "Unfortunately, it would be unwise. We'll have to wait." She then pressed a kiss to the man's cheek, a hand still on his jaw. 
Will's lips jutted into a light pout, averting his eyes from Blake. He didn't want to seem so frustrated by her answer but he was. Yet, at the same time, he knew he was being childish. Blake was clear that her denial only stemmed from the anklet, something Will could not do anything about until next year. Or perhaps, if some further information came out about the Chesapeake Ripper. For instance, if they found out who it really was. 
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The following day was Will's first home therapy session. It was scheduled at his usual time, 5 o'clock in the evening. When Hannibal showed up at the door, the only things he had with him were a notebook and a pen. Both were there just in case Hannibal wished to take notes. "Good afternoon, Doctor Adler." Hannibal greeted at the door. "I see you've been monitoring Will well." He hummed, eyes trained on the man behind her who was sipping away at something in his mug with a content look in his eyes.
Blake's jaw tensed slightly, still in opposition that Hannibal was to be Will's therapist. "Yes, well, someone has to." She stepped away from the door, allowing for enough room to let Hannibal inside. 
"I'm sure he appreciates that it's you." Hannibal complimented politely as he ventured slightly further into the house. 
Blake rolled her eyes at the man. It wasn't like Will couldn't hear them, in fact, he seemed more present than ever. He hadn't experienced any black outs between yesterday and that afternoon. Blake was starting to suspect foul play when it came to his bouts of lost time. It was incredibly inconsistent. Sure, Blake knew it was at random times but it also seemed to be happening more frequently. That was, until Will was sent to the hospital. Besides the obvious fact that being in a hospital for the criminally insane would take a toll on anyone's mine, those black outs stopped. 
Blake pressed a kiss to Will's temple in which he leaned into, a light smile gracing his lips at the touch. "I'll leave you to it so you have some…. Alone time." She announced.
"That would be wise." Hannibal nodded, taking a seat next to Will. He didn't have a couch in the home, just a few pairs of plush loveseats in different parts of the room.
The taller of the two doctors shook her head. It wasn't like Blake had a doctorate in Psychology or anything. Perhaps she was just easily irritated by the man who she believed to frame her partner or…. Well, nothing. It was hard to let Hannibal into her second home, to let him get inside Will's head. Especially after everything Will has accused him of. There was no erasing that.
Blake hummed, pushing her hands through the pocket of her coat. "Let me know if anything happens. I have my phone on me at all times." She said which gave her a nod from Will. He was quiet that evening, simply enjoying her company until Hannibal arrived.
"Of course, Doctor Adler." Hannibal smiled, though it was an unsettling one that Blake did not trust. 
Blake pursed her lips, "Okay then." She let out a breath as she exited through the front door. 
A walk through the woods, while potentially therapeutic, could result in her murder so a trip back to the Bureau seemed in her best interest. Reviewing past evidence may reveal her target. May reveal Hannibal as what Will believes him to be. What Will knows. Seeing that no one at the Bureau besides maybe Jack is suspicious enough to review the evidence, Blake's road was a lonely one.
That was.... until Blake saw Beverly that day. She was in the middle of looking through some files when Beverly showed up in her office. "Hello." Blake hummed, cocking her head. "Why are you here?" She asked bluntly.
"Nice." Beverly chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I think…. I have a way we can get some evidence that points to Hannibal." She confessed, taking a seat across from Blake. 
Blake let out a light breath, leaning back into her chair as she narrowed her eyes at the woman in front of her. In some ways, she looked like an intimidating principal. "And where did this suddenly come from?" She inquired, cautious.
"I investigated the mural artist. He's missing organs. A kidney among other things." Beverly said, a disgusted look in her eyes. "Before Will…. Went to the hospital he figured out the Chesapeake Ripper was also eating his victims." She explained, tapping her fingers on the desk in front of her.
Blake guided her pen to her mouth, holding it between her teeth as she got lost in thought. "Do you have a plan to get said evidence?" She asked, taking the pen away from her lips.
"I do. But it's tricky and you won't like it." Beverly admitted, pursing her lips in distaste for what she was about to recommend. 
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Finding Hannibal's house was easy, it screamed him. The architecture certainly was gothic and the house itself was tall with sweeping windows and small details Blake couldn't quite make out but they were there. As Blake made her way to the front door she cursed at herself for accepting this plan, especially the part where she had to wear a dress in this weather. It felt like hell. Blake adjusted her dress, thankful she had long enough socks to reach her knees. For the longest time, she didn't really dive deep into her closet but this was a special circumstance. It needed to go to plan or else she might become Hannibal's next meal. But still…. Who knew what she would be eating.
Blake let out a breath to relieve some tension in her body. She saw the warm air from within her reach the cool outside. She would have found it marvelous if she wasn't about to knock on a possible murderers door. Blake shook herself slightly before she pressed against the doorbell attached to Hannibal's house. Now, Blake had never had the chance to go to Hannibal's home for dinner before–that was Jack's thing. Maybe she could have asked Jack instead but Hannibal seemed to have this certain–and sudden…. Interest in her.
"Good evening, Blake." Hannibal answered the door a few seconds later. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation for dinner." He smiled. The one that gave you a false sense of security.
Hannibal wore his typical attire. A perfectly tailored three piece suit, this time in a deep blue. Blake's favorite color. The suit was paired with a simple white button-up and a deep red–blood–tie. If Blake didn't think he was a murderer, he might think he was attractive. Although, maybe she could objectify him anyway. Murderers, more so cannibals, did not deserve courtesy or respect. 
Time to turn up the charm, Blake. That was, if she could learn how to move. She froze, for only a moment but it was noticeable. "Sorry…. Yes, um, I must admit I've been waiting. Jack compliments your cooking constantly." Blake admitted, mustering up a light smile.
Hannibal hummed out, nodding. "No need to apologize, I understand." He said kindly. But it felt wrong to Blake. A lot about him started to feel wrong. Hannibal let the tall woman inside, gently pulling her coat from her shoulders to put it on the hooks next to his door. "Dinner is almost ready, I just have to plate it." He explained as he led Blake into the dining room.
Blake pursed her lips as Hannibal left for the kitchen. The dining room certainly was as Will described it, cobalt blue walls with antlers above a mantle and a long table fit to dine at least ten. She ran a hand through her hair as she looked out the glass door behind the head of the table. It was snowing outside, a chilling cold that not even she could truly melt. That, she could accept. But Will believing he was pure ice was something she could not. 
Soon, Blake heard Hannibal's footsteps get close so she sat at the table. It was then that she realized there was a glass near her place that was already there. Inside the glass was a dark liquid, causing Blake to glare at it. She picked it up carefully and brought the glass to her nose. 
"Knowing your aversion for straight alcohol, I decided to mix an Old Fashioned for you." Hannibal explained as he set the plates down, one in front of Blake while the other was placed across from her. "It's my own recipe so that's why it's darker than usual." He then sat down.
Blake hummed, not trying to think of what else could be inside it. She took a sip of it and had to admit that it was very good. "I usually don't…. Like dark liquor but this is good." She said genuinely as she looked down at her plate. It certainly looked interesting….
Hannibal smiled with pride in his eyes, as if he accomplished the most important thing in the world. "For dinner, since you have admitted to having a more…. Simple palette, I've prepared a popular French dish." A hint of amusement was in his voice. "Steak-Frites." 
"Oh? Allons-nous faire un voyage en France?" Blake asked teasingly as she grabbed her fork and knife, a voice screaming in the back of her head that this was a bad idea. The things we do for our job, huh?
Hannibal cocked his eyebrow at Blake before he smirked, "Si tu veux." He shrugged slightly, cutting into his dinner to take a bite. 
The man at the table watched as Blake took a bite of her own dinner. It was unsettling to say the least. It felt voyeuristic, the way Hannibal watched the fork enter and exit her lips. Or how he might have even admired the whites of her teeth. 
But as dinner continued, Blake's plan slowly went into motion. A flaw an eater like Blake had–for the simple fact that her two front teeth had a slight gap in between them–was that she happened to often get food stuck between them. Usually, it would bother her to no end and she would complain about it until she had the opportunity to floss but this wasn't the time for that. If she complained, Hannibal might have an inkling of an idea of what she was trying to do.
It absolutely pained Blake to find her meal good but at the same time, she was resisting the urge to go to the bathroom and empty her stomach.
As the night came to a close, Blake and Hannibal both went to the front door. "You can come over any time you'd like. I imagine it gets hard to see Will everyday." Hannibal hummed as Blake pulled her coat on her shoulders.
"It doesn't." Blake said her first honest thing that night. "But I may take you up on that offer for dinner again." She smiled softly as she exited the door for her car.
Once inside her car, Blake let her shoulders drop and covered her mouth. She clamped her eyes shut, not wanting to imagine what she really put in her mouth but she needed to go back to the Bureau to have Beverly analyze the meat in between her teeth. Blake let her head fall onto the steering wheel as she held it tight in her hands, trying to stabilize her breathing. It wouldn't be good if she crashed her car and possibly destroyed the only evidence they had against Hannibal.
Gathering herself, Blake started up her car. To the Bureau she went.
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With Blake's mouth open, Beverly used a sharp tool to scrape the tissue in between her teeth. "Got it." She said as she set it on a petri dish. "Now, we have to analyze it." Beverly gave the dish to Brian so he could do the analyzing.
Blake stood from the metallic table, adjusting her jaw. "How long should that take?" She asked.
"Not long! It's fairly easy to tell if something is human or not." Jimmy explained before he pursed his lips. "I still can't believe we're investigating Doctor Lecter. He seems so…. Normal."
Blake rolled her eyes, "Hannibal literally rhymes with cannibal, Jimmy." She shook her head, running a hand through her hair in frustration.
The room seemed to quiet at that observation until Jack spoke, "Well, it is a real European name." He countered.
"Do you know anyone else with the name Hannibal?" Blake asked, eyes seemingly unimpressed. No one combated that comment. "That's what I thought." She huffed.
Brain blinked in disbelief as he leaned away from the microscope before he looked into it again. 
"What is it, Zeller?" Jack asked, authority completely lacing his voice. He wanted his answer now, no second guesses. Or second looks. What was there was there. 
"It's…. Meat. Human meat." Brain explained. His expression was one of pure disgust, looking away from the microscope.
Hearing it was so much worse. So, so much worse. Blake covered her mouth with her hand again and practically ran to the bathroom, a chorus of voices yelling after her. 
Once gone, Beverly pursed her lips. "Can't say I blame her. She had to eat it." She huffed out a breath while Jack looked down at the floor.
Hannibal was a murderer. And it was right under Jack's nose as his best profiler was pointing in Hannibal's direction and he ignored it. Sure, he had his suspicions but he couldn't do much with that. Until Blake showed that he possibly could. In some ways, it was embarrassing. That even Jack was so dense that he couldn't see it.
Thank God for Blake Adler.
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"Allons-nous faire un voyage en France?" = Are we taking a trip to France?
"Si tu veux." = If you want.
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Importing Constituents: Prisoners and Political Clout in Illinois by Brett Blank and Peter Wagner 2010
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mysharona1987 · 8 months
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As soon as it looks like Trump is headed to jail, Fox News suddenly discovers American prisons can, in fact, have inhumane conditions.
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beyond parody
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unknownmads · 4 months
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CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT INMATE TOJI AND CUTE LITTLE Y/N WHOS SO NAIVE TO BIG BAD TOJI
CW: Slight smut (mentions of his pp🤭)
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thinking about Prison toji who you met when your college has you do a little project in your criminal psychology class. The project was make a penpal get to know them ask why they are in prision, what their lives before was like, do they regret what they did etc. basic questions of course all you had to do was get the most information out of the penpal about their personal lives as you could.
Prison Toji who only signed up for the program because it was part of his latest court order saying he ‘needed more understanding’ so a penpal would give him a friend while they stay safe😭 he ofc hated the idea and thought it was the dumbest shit ever. until he got his first letter, from you (duh).
Prison toji who got mail for the first time and it was a little white envelope with a cute little sticker sealing it. He deadpanned *is my penpal an idiot these letters are for a prison not a daycare* he silently judges examining every detail as he opened the letter. i read the letter taking in every little personal detail you shared with him, your cute little name, how you loved your cat, how you’re new to the city only just moving for school, of course the boring questions for him as well. But at the very end of the letter he noticed an extra little note.
Ps. i left a few photos of myself along with some of my cat! i think it’s only fair since i got to see your photo on the website
Prison toji who grabs the envelope he previously had thrown to the side and pulls out 3 polaroids. One of you and probably your cat you’re dragging it into the photo with a big grin on your face. the second is a photo of your face a soft smile on your lips meant for whoever took the photo but Toji couldn’t help but wonder if that little smile was for him. Until he pulls out the third photo it’s a full view of you, you’re out in the city dressed all out, and Toji couldn’t help but know you chose that photo just for him.
Prison Toji who can’t wait to finally get some alone time so he can truly appreciate your pretty photos. And immediately goes to write you back answering all your cute little questions. Telling you where he lived before, how he ended up there, telling you what he did for work before (Surprise he sold drugs😍), telling you what he does to occupy his time here (he works out he just wanted an excuse to tell you how strong he is), and he asks you some questions.
Prison Toji who has been relentlessly flirting with since you started writing to him, asking if you had a boyfriend, how your school was going, why you moved to the city, how a cute lil thing like you is still single. You had been writing each other for a few weeks now which is a lot less than you think when you know how long mail takes. But your letters to each other are long. answering every little thing each other asks, learning about one another more and more. You had really connected so you finally ask him the big question he read the words as clear as day.
~Do you think i could come pay you a visit? ~
Prison Toji who had to immediately write back answering the most important question first.
~ And doll, you can come visit me anytime id love to finally meet you and see your pretty face in person~
he wanted to be nonchalant.
Prison Toji who was sitting in bed looking at your photos when he was called
“Zenin, you’ve got a visitor. away from the door.”
Prison Toji silently followed standing on the other side of the cell while the guard came in to handcuff him and bring him to the visiting area. Once he was in the room his cuffs connecting him to the table he waited. until he heard the door open again. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he saw the guard guide you in. You were wide eyed taking in the new environment until they landed on him.
Prison Toji was large, you knew he was tall and muscular thanks to his letters and photo but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal. Eyes widening even more when you fully take him in. seated At the grey metal table his hands on the table as the guard had told him to. his hair poking at his eyes which were staring drinking you in. his lip in a smirk helping you notice the scar on it which you couldn’t really see from the grainy prison photos. His shirt stretched against his muscles showing off a few tattoos hidden along his skin. the view making you squeeze your thighs together to release some of the pressure building.
Prison Toji who took in as much of you as he could as he watched you shuffle into your seat across from him, enjoying how you squirmed slightly within his gaze, his smirk growing into an almost full smile.
“hey doll it’s good to finally meet you.”
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The Big House
SAN DIEGO CA JAIL  HOSPTAIL 1987 1993 1990 2002 2003 2004 2005 2007 2008 2009 2013 2014 2015 2016 2017 2018 2019 2020 2023  
 SIDE SAND WALK SHIRT  HEAD HAIRS  EARS EDWARD HANKS  ARMS LONG SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES BROWN NOSE MOUTH OOOOOOOOOOOOO  BAH BAH BAH BAH  BODY  LONGS LEGS TOES  FEET DANCING 
ON  THE SAND SIDE WALK SHIRT HEAD HAIRS EARS TIMMY SMITH LONGS ARMS SHOULDERS FINGERS HANDS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS OOOOOOOOOO BAH BAH BAH BAH OOO BAH BAH BODY LONGS  LEGS TOES FEET DANCING 
ON THE  SAND SIDE WALK SHIRT HEAD EARS JERRY MILLER ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS SLOVE  FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SING OOOOOOOOOOOO BAH BAH BAH   LONGS LEGS TOES FEET DANCING 
ON THE SAND SIDE WALK SHIRT HEAD HAIRS  EARS TONY STONE ARMS LONG SHOULDERS HANDS  SLOVE FINGERS  FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS OOOOOOOOO BAH BAH BAH BAH  BODY LONGS LEGS TOES FEETS DANCING 
ON SAND SIDE WALK HEAD HAIRS  EARS TIM PARADA ARMS SHOULDERS HANDS  SLOVE FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS  OOOOOO BAH BAH BAH  
ON THE SIDE SAND SHIRT WOMEN  HEAD SHORT HAIRS EARS  EMILY ANN GUTIERREZ ARMS LONG SHOULDERS CUFFS HANDS FINGERS LONG FACE NECK CONFUSED EYES NOSE MOUTH UH YOU GOT WRONG ME WHAT HECK NO NONO EWWWWWWW FAT BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES  
GIRL SHIRT HEAD EARS EMILY GUTIERREZ ARMS LONG SHOULDERS  HANDS CUFFS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH EWWWWWWW YOU MADE BIG  MISTAKE DAMN WOMEN POLICE RRRRRRRREWEWEWWW BODY LONGS LEGS  POOS SMELL FEETS 
ON THE GROUND FLOOR  GIRL SHIRT HEAD  HAIRS EARS  EMILY GUTIERREZ ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS CUFFS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH  EWWWWWWWWWW RRRRRRRRR BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES 
ON THE  GROUND FLOOR SHIRT WOMEN HEAD EARS HAIRS  TINA FEY ARMS LONGS  SHOULDERS  HANDS FINGERS FACE NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS HAHA HIT BOYS  THIS NO STEAL HOTLE SERVICE CLIENT EMILY EXCITED 1993  JAIL BODY LONGS LEGS FEET TOES DANCING 
ON THE GROUND FLOOR WOMEN DRESS HEAD EARS TINA FEY ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS DONT BELIEVE THEY SAY  EMILY UNDER LOVE VIEW ITS YOUR HOUSE EMILY NEVER GET WAY BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES DANCING 
ON THE GROUND FLOOR WOMEN DRESS HEAD EARS TINA FEY ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS OH OH WELCOME YOUR BIG HOUSE  GIRL HIGH MOUTH 11 YEAR PLEASE ENJOY STAY 
ON THE  GROUND FLOOR DRESS HEAD HAIRS  EARS TINA FEY ARMS LONG SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS HERE FOOD MEUN CRIMEL  PUT UP SEAT EMILY  LIFE BE BIG HOUSE YOU NEVER ALONE 
DRESS WOMEN HEAD EARS TINA FEY ARMS LONG SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES BROWN MOUTH SINGS OH YEAH WELCOME YOUR BIG HOUSE  EMILY  NO NO EMILY BE ALONE NO EMILY HIGH LEVEL 11 YEARS PLEASE MAKE YOUR SELF AT HOME 
ON THE  SAND SIDE WALK DRESS HEAD EARS TINA FEY ARMS LONGS  SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS OUR FAR RULES WORLD AMERICAN DONT LISTEN  YOU YOU LISTEN RULES I KNOW YOUR  FAMILY  THEY DONT  COME BACK YOU I DOUBT GRAB SHIRT WOMEN HEAD HAIRS EARS EMILY ANN GUTIERREZ ARMS SHOULDERS HANDS CUFF FINGERS  FACE LONG NECK EYES BROWN NOSE MOUTH OUCH OUCH I GOT IT GOT IT OUCH LET  ME GO  GOT IT  
ON THE SAND SIDE WALK SHIRT HEAD SHORT HAIRS  EARS EMILY ANN GUTIERREZ ARMS LONGS  SHOULDERS HANDS CUFFS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES TEARS  BROWN NOSE OPEN MOUTH FAT BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES 
ON  THHE SAND SIDE WALK  LOCKED BOX DOOR JAIL  SHIRT HEAD EARS JOHNNY DEEP ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES BROWN NOSE MOUTH SINGS IN BIG HOUSE EMILY YOU NEVER GOOD LIFE SOOOO HAVE  YOU CAN  RUNN AWAY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE  OHOHOH 
ON THE  SAND SIDE WALK HEAD EARS TIM STONE  LONGS ARMS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS SLOVE FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS BR BR BRBRBR  BR BR DE BAH BAH BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES DANCING  
ON THE SAND SIDE WALK  SHIRT HEAD EARS EDWARD HANKS ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS  BAH BAH BAH  BAH BAH BAH DEE BAH BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES DANCING 
ON THE SAND WALK HEAD HAIRS  EARS TIM PARADA ARMS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG EYES NOSE MOUTH BAH BAH DEE  BAH BAH DEE BAH   BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES DANCING 
ON  THE SAND WALK HEAD EARS JERRY SMITH ARMS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG EYES NOSE MOUTH  SINGS BAH DEE BAH BAH BAH BAH DE BAH BAH DEE BODY LONGS LEGS FEETS TOES DANCING 
GATES LOCKED JAILS 
 INSIDE JAIL GATE HOUSE BIG JAILS
INSIDE JAIL GATES  DRESS WOMEN HEAD  HAIRS EARS TINA FEY ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS  FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH SINGS WELCOME YOUR BIG HOUSE  EMILY YOU NEVER BE ALONE ENJOYED 11 YEAR PLEASE SOO ENJOYED STAY  
 LOCKED GATE JAIL  EMILY ANN GUTIERREZ ARMS LONGS SHOULDERS HANDS FINGERS FACE LONG NECK EYES NOSE MOUTH YOU DAMN POLICE WOMEN YOU GOT WRONG ME LET ME GOOOO 
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masonthemoss · 9 months
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controversial opinion I hated the russian jail arc
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