Ted Bundy’s sentence following the Chi Omega trial
Count Two and Three of the Indictment (Murder in the first degree) : Sentenced to death by electrocution.
Count One of the Indictment : Sentenced to confinement in the State Penitentiary for a term of 99 years, sentence to begin at the expiration of sentence imposed in Counts Two and Three of the Indictment.
keith always straightens out the hems of lance’s shirts because them being folded bothers him. lance just smiles and lets keith do his thing
whenever keith gets into a Mood, lance’ll come and lay his head in keith’s lap and start talking, about anything, just to see if he can make keith smile.
and when keith finds lance crying at night because he misses his family, he takes lance’s hand and kisses each finger.
“one,” he says, counting after each kiss. “two. three.” they both count, and on ten their mouths meet and lance feels a little more calm, focused.
keith gets out of the shower and his long hair is sopping wet, so he shakes it like a dog to get lance all wet.
“stop! you’re the worst!” lance is yelling, but he’s also laughing.
his revenge is to take a towel and vigorously rub keith’s head until his hair poofs out. afterword he’ll sit, legs spread out and keith between them resting against his chest, and brush out keith’s hair.
early morning jogs around the halls of the castle, talking softly to one another, voices echoing in the quiet.
lance finds a machine in the castle that takes sound and converts it into a holographic light display that fills a room.
lucky for them, keith’s ipod was in his jacket pocket when blue abducted them.
he plays soft vintage melodies from the beginning of the millennium while he and lance slow dance. lance’s arms are looped around keith’s neck, keith’s head resting on lance’s shoulders. soft blue lights like waves fill the room and pass through them.
“does this count as a bonding moment?” keith asks slyly, still not letting that go.
lance grins and kisses him. long, and deep as a well, savoring it, savoring keith.. “Hm…I guess so. I’m cradling you in my arms, aren’t I?”
presidential campaign AU, with speechwriter-Killian and volunteer-Emma! 9,882 words | adult |AO3
a/n: This came out of almost nowhere at lunchtime yesterday, and I was hellbent on getting it done, because it’s kind of timely. On the other hand, if you’re reading this, and you’re eligible and able to vote, but haven’t done so yet, please go do that instead. :D
It’s not really altruism that led her here.
Or, well, not entirely altruism.
Because while you can be hungry, tired, and homeless and still want good things for the country, you have to prioritize, and finding yourself a place to sleep for the night beats finding a rich politician a place to sleep for the next four years.
It does turn out, however, that helping that politician often comes with free pizza and that sleeping in the campaign office — whether or not it’s because you don’t have anywhere else to go — is the mark of a dedicated volunteer.
Dedicated enough to accidentally end up on the payroll.
And that is what actually led her here.
To election night in New York City and Killian Jones’ hand on her breast in the moment after they call Nevada for Mills.
alex first picked up the phone and said “danvers” and maggie went “sawyer” but by the third phone call alex went “sawyer” and maggie replied “danvers” and i don’t know exactly how this is relevant but it is amusing
For Reaper76 Week I’ve got a big comic planned that counts as like, three days worth of the ship week, but it’s all around my cryptid/werewolf!jack au. So here are some more things, just for context.
Where Jack is a werewolf, Gabe is a banshee. It was a bit difficult to get him even remotely different from Reaper as he is canonically, but he now comes with precognition and fantastic singing skills.
Look forward to some angsty comic stuff later. I haven’t done comics in a while, but i’m excited to have something new finished.