Imagine you woke up one day to find several years had gone by in a blink. Maybe you were in a coma. Maybe you were in cryo-sleep. Maybe you angered a witch (it’s probably that one). Whatever: If you had a job and a place to live, you don’t anymore. Your friends have probably moved on. You feel out of place in the world. Oh, also, you have a giant tattoo on your forehead that says “desk-shitter,” because you shit on a witch’s desk, buddy – not a good move. That’s pretty much the same situation inmates are in, right after they’re released from prison: Not only adrift, but with stigma attached. Luckily, there are people who help. We spoke to “Carla,” who used to work at a correctional facility designed to assist inmates preparing for life on the outside.
One popular way to end up at Carla’s facility was to “serve more than 10 years in a state correctional facility and apply or be recommended to transition and finish your sentence early,” Carla told us. That includes legitimate murderers and psychopaths, who were absolutely not ready to re-enter society.
“When there’s a psychopathic rapist on the second floor and his file says ‘episodes triggered by ponytail hairstyle,’ don’t forget to bun your hair before bed check because he’s a fast motherfucker,” Carla says. “Some of them tried to kill me, [including a] neo-Nazi who constantly threatened to kill me until he knocked up a black stripper with twins and I helped her sign up for public assistance.”
But not even he was as memorable as the honest-to-God axe-murderer.
So do we all agree that Reid did not purposely killed those inmates right? I really think that something was wrong with the drugs before he did something to them and he was not actually trying to make it worst but testing a theory that they were bad already. Like trying to see what was there. Or if he though for a moment about making it worse he threw the idea when he was thinking about his conversation with Rossi about him being a good person because we see him looking at the drugs and then putting the blanket or shirt idk that was hiding it back in its place. And I still find very weird that the guy that delivered the drugs came into the laundry room with Wilkins, he knew what was there and I’m pretty sure that he’s working with scratch. That’s my theory for now.
EDIT: About the theory of him testing the drugs: maybe he found out that the drugs were bad and he thought about throwing them but decide to leave them as they were. That would explained why he felt guilty in his cell because he did not actually killed those people but didn’t do anything to stop it.
EDIT 2: If Reid was actually trying to hurt somebody it was those two that killed Luis, nobody else. But he realized that he made a mistake when he saw that Malcolm, Calvin and I don’t know who else took the drugs first. He didn’t wanted that to happen. And that’s the last of my theories.
Teen Wolf Fic Prompt:The Sheriff is doing a favor for the Mayor, looking in on the soon to be opened prison right outside of town. It’s state of the art, capable of holding werewolf and human felons alike but the Mayor still wants reassurances that everything is in order before it officially opens for inmates. Of course, once Stiles is aware of what his dad’s been asked to do, he practically stalks him until he relents and lets him tag along, “You stay quiet, and out of the way.There are only a few inmates right now but if you so much as step foot into the cell area you are grounded until graduation, understand?” Stiles agrees of course, not like he’s really got a hankering to hang out with convicted felons anyway.
He stays near his dad, interested in the new technology, fingerprint scans, retina identification, etc. and hoping he’ll be able help to identify any flaws in the system. There’s not much and when his dad leaves him in the hall while he meets with the warden, Stiles wanders off in search of a vending machine. He finds the infirmary first.
There’s only one bed occupied but Stiles recognizes the occupant immediately. Derek Hale, recently convicted of burning his whole family to death in their home. The prisoner’s eyebrows furrow for a moment before recognition dawns on his face. There’s no one else in the room and Stiles is being grabbed before he can even call out. With Stiles as a hostage it’s not hard for Derek to make it from the infirmary to the not yet fully operational prison gates and then on from there.
Derek evades the police and stashes Stiles in an abandoned rail car station. All the while explaining in a series of clipped sentences that he’s innocent, the fire that killed his family set by a crazy ex. Stiles isn’t sure if he believes the werewolf, seeing has he just used him as a human shield to escape, but as the remaining members of Derek’s pack arrive and start to plan out a way to prove his innocence, he can’t help but be intrigued.
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have an andreil prison au (this will be just a ficlet for now, but i might expound on it if i have the time haha dang it school!!)
disclaimer: inspired by the happenings in the latest season of suits so be warned about spoilers (ish?) + i’m completely clueless about anything prison-related, so suspend all disbelief
“You’re only denied visitation if Andrew started the fight, Neil.”
Ah, yes. That made all the sense it needed to. The first time Neil got kicked out of the prison facilities, Wymack had to explain all the rules and technicalities to him. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall for being proud of and mad at Andrew at the same time. It was aggravating.
Being in front of him now, Neil felt like he was close to bursting with frustration. Having been kept from Andrew for the last two weeks had filled him up with an anger he hadn’t been able to let out in practices and games. Too bad he was trying his best not to annoy the warden, who was just outside.
“I had to wait two fucking weeks, Andrew. Do you know how hard that was?”
“He was pretty much asking for the fist in his face, junkie. What was I supposed to do?”
Neil discreetly checked the time on his wristwatch. Marital status granted him a lot more time than the normal visitor, but an hour and a half still wasn’t enough. He had a feeling his time with Andrew was considerably cut back because of his latest inmate transgression.
“You’re in prison, Andrew. Of course you’d think everyone here’s asking to be beaten up by you.”
Natasha McKenna (bottom right), an inmate in Fairfax County, Virginia, was tasered to death in February. The event was the result of officers’ attempts to subdue her while she experienced a psychotic episode, according to the Washington Post. McKenna, who stood at 5 feet 3 inches and weighed 130 pounds, was reportedly diagnosed as having both schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Her death and those of other black women at the hands of police deserve our attention.
I feel like for the past four seasons they’ve kept getting worse.
I remember being so angry over Pornstache when the show first started, but now I would trade Humphrey for him in a heartbeat. Humphrey is sadistic and a borderline psychopath, along with Stratman (the one with the buzzcut). It seems like as each season that passes, the COs degrade the inmates more and more.
There were times this season where I tried so desperately to understand Piscatella’s point of view, because at the end of the day these women are felons and they don’t deserve special treatment, but I never could because he’s just a huge fucking asshole. He thinks he’s tough shit because he came from MAX and absolutely disregards the inmates’ basic human rights. When his COs get out of hand, he defends their abuse because those are his “guys.”
It continues to amaze me that Healy is not only still around but also still allowed to counsel these women after all the times he’s screwed them over; not to mention he’s openly a misogynist.
Which brings me to Caputo and how far he has his head up MCC’s ass. He’s trying to fight them, but not hard enough, and in the end he defends Bayley for Poussey’s death. The way he handled that was just… ugh. I kind of sympathized with him, until that point.
Is the true crime website what you do for a living?
No, that’s merely a hobby. I work in real estate, I do tech support for Apple, I run an AA/NA transitional living center (that my dad was creating when he passed away, so I completed that), I’m writing a book and I’m starting to get into advocating for the rights of inmates. Andddd I’m a mom.
I really didn’t get any cool clues out of this episode, overall I feel a bit blah, but here are my notes anyway:
VERONICA - thinks Alison should not take the stand. She also think’s she should not take the plea. I think she is worried that either thing will incriminate Spencer.
ALISON - was tempted to give up Mike & Hanna, but she didn’t. Maybe she does have a heart.
MELISSA - I can’t work out if Melissa is sincere in her protection of Spencer. I used to think so, but now my feelings are split both ways. Maybe cause I’m doing a rewatch. I dunno. It also seems like Melissa want’s to get Spencer away from Toby. (If Toby isn’t -A then I bet he know’s some of Melissa’s secrets)
HAMLET - Maybe hinting that PLL is about someone avenging a family members death and making some bold mistakes and seeming nuts in the process. Interesting that Spencer and Colin saw a modern day version with text messages and such.
EZRA - Seemed like he knew more than he was letting on when he spoke to Emily about Varjak. He was the one to mention James Neilan and the one to talk to him. This is too convenient for my liking. Ezra’s character has changed so much the whole series that I don’t know how to take him anymore. I can’t even say when I think he is acting suss because I don’t know what is normal for him anymore. I don’t know if this is because they have screwed with his character so much by making him evil and then redeeming him. Or if it’s intention. It’s annoying me.
THE GATES TO VARJAK’S PLACE - This strikes a chord with me for 3 reason’s:
The gates in the picture that Bethany drew
Mrs Grunwald saying “GATES and walls, dams and barriers”
The spoiler about the liars being fenced in in the finale (thanks to an anon for this suggestion)
THE VIDEO CAMERA’S - At the Varjak property, the girls + Ezra didn’t notice them. I wonder when and how the footage will resurface. I was hoping we would have had an ending scene with -A watching the footage, but it didn’t happen
VARJAK’S PROPERTY vs -A’S APARTMENT - Varjak is obviously different to the person with the doll’s house and the black veil costume staying at that apartment. WTF. Marlene said only one active -A at the moment so who the hell are all these other villain’s. yelp! Also how did Ezra just draw the conclusion that Varjak is -A or working for -A, they might be to seperate entities working for different causes. Maybe Varjak want’s to keep Alison in prison to protect her until -A is caught.
WHAT NEILAN TOOK FROM THE SAFE - A gun, cash and a white package (?documents)
THE ATTACK ON ALISON - So our suspicions are confirmed. -A payed inmates to trash Alison’s room and attack her in the laundry. judging by the marks on her arm I think the inmate/attacker burnt her right arm with the iron and cut her left arm as well.
THE SPENCER/COLIN KISS - First Johnny now Colin, there must be a reason the writers are breaking Spoby up. My guess is so that the fan’s don’t loose it when we find out some secret of Toby’s later.
MONA’S BLOODY CLOTHES - I feel like I have missed an episode, when and how did the police find Mona’s clothes.
THE TRUTH & THE PROOF - I knew it was to good to be true when Hanna said she was going to tell Tanner everything. Also no surprise -A erased all the messges. What’s annoying is that no-one thought to go to their computer back up’s of their phones. Surely Caleb can hack in like he has done before. MEANWHILE there are still the written messages from -A. Alison even got one with the barrel and tiny doll just last episode, surely they could use that. HOW DUMB. Makes me wanna throw things at my screen. How about everyone record that and send it in to #PLLreactions.
#Supernatural TippiTV Recap: 10-14 "The Executioner's Song"
Previously on Supernatural
Crowley found out his mother was still alive and that she’s a witch who speaks verrrry slowwwwly. Together, they had a lot of scenes that were surprisingly boring. Dean suffered the effects of the Mark of Cain and nobody even mentioned the Cain part of it for an agonizingly long time.
Currently on Supernatural
An inmate lies in his prison cell while a guard makes his rounds. For some reason, the camera pays close attention to a single tear falling from his eye.
The inmate calls out some threats about the guard’s wife, gloating about murdering someone of the same name once. He stuffs some tissue up his nose that I think is going to come into play somehow later, but it doesn’t. Maybe the guy just has leaks in all his face holes.
Not long after the guard secures the block, a shadowy figure walks down the length of the hall. Lights go out as he passes them. He vanishes, then pops up in the inmate’s cell. “Who the hell are you?” the inmate gasps. “I’ve gone by many names in this life,” Cain says.
I like how Cain obviously could have just teleported directly into the dude’s cell, but he’s all, “Nah, I’m gonna make a big entrance.” Anyway, he stabs the inmate right in the gut. Together they disappear into thin air, leaving behind only a whiff of sulfur and high-end shampoo.
Hmmm....why do I have the feeling that those people carrying the "Human Rights for ALL Human Beings" sign at that pro-life march didn't march for Ferguson or Eric Garner? Why do I have the feeling they weren't protesting for Leelah Alcorn or the many trans women who've been murdered and had their deaths minimized or mocked? Why do I have the feeling they don't march for the rights and safety of sex workers? HMMM. JUST THIS FEELING I HAVE.
How about death row inmates, both guilty and innocent? Or is the “right to life” something reserved only for cute little fetuses?
AU: Oliver Queen is a world-renowned psychiatrist. Used to dealing with countless crazies, he wasn’t accustomed to finding a patient that thoroughly stumped him, until he met Felicity Smoak. She had murdered a man in cold blood and hadn’t been the same ever since. There was no apparent cause, no history of mental illness, nothing. Who is this mystery woman, and why had she suddenly snapped? Oliver Queen wished to find out.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
The institution was a flurry of activity, all of which went on outside the steel door. To her it was always The Door, because it separated her, from them. She sat on the edge of her hard pallet of a bed, staring at The Door for hours on end. A little slot hole near the bottom opened up at intervals of six hours, three times a day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, breakfast, lunch, dinner. Sleep, stare, eat, sleep, stare, eat. Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen.
Monotony at its finest.
You hear many things outside the door. Screams that echo throughout hallways, derisive laughter, even singing at times—horrible, terrible, tragic songs. Songs about nothing, sometimes they are just muttered chants of random words. One that stuck with her was the inmate to her right just stating “walls, walls, walls”, over and over again for hours on end. She looked to the simple gray walls of her cell. If you stared long enough the walls began to blur and dance in your vision. Walls, indeed.
The walls are thin here. Acoustics too good. Perhaps they did this on purpose, so that the insanity seeped in slower, letting more darkness in every time a person screamed.
The worst sound, Felicity thought, was that of footsteps coming down the hall outside her room. Footsteps were the worst; they sent jolts of fear through her heart, slivers of hope into her brain, and apprehension tingling through her fingertips. Footsteps were her enemy. They reminded her of things past.
“Now be a good girl Felicity" The words whispered in her mind, wrapping a cold hand around her heart and squeezing squeezing until it hurt. Felicity brushed away the thoughts. “No no no no no not now not now.”
So when she heard the tell-tale taps of someone’s shoes on the floor, she turned away from The Door, trying to block out that fear and hope and apprehension. Fear of the silent jeers from the nurses, the silent whispers of murderer, she’s a murderer. Hope for release, always hoping for an out. And apprehension, because who are they coming for next?
The click of a lock opening, then, The Door opened with a screech.
He stepped inside carefully, leather briefcase the first thing through the door. He was immaculately dressed in a gray suit, face cleaned of emotion, an expression he had perfected over the years. He let his blue eyes rove over the patient before him, observing the way she sat (facing away from him) and the strait jacket that bound her arms behind her back.
Oliver waited for the nurse to bring him a chair, and when she did, he immediately sat down, opening his briefcase and taking out the yellow-paged notebook and his favorite pen.
He wrote “Felicity Smoak 9/2/2014” at the top of the page and then put his pen down. Oliver waited. He always had his patients make the first move, to see how they would react to his presence. So Oliver waited.
Being a renowned psychiatrist had its perks sure—personal driver, nice pay, etc—but lately he had been receiving cases of patients who weren’t the even least bit interesting. They were movie stars who thought they were bipolar, or general and easily diagnosed cases of schizophrenia; Oliver was the miracle worker, the man that didn’t fail, he had famously diagnosed several patients before who everyone else had deemed losses. His methods worked.
So when he had read that a 23 year old girl with no history of mental illness, nor any previous clues to an aggressive attitude/demeanor suddenly up and kills a grown man for no apparent reason, Oliver Queen was definitely intrigued. He had even made Diggle come here immediately, a detour from their original destination.
The last doctor who had seen her had written “highly volatile, extremely confrontational. Nurses report her apparently hallucinating at random, screams in her sleep. Tried to cut herself on several occasions, now permanently bound with strait jacket. No sign of cause for erratic behavior”.
She still wasn’t turning around. Perhaps a stimulus will elicit a response. He began to tap his pen on the notepad.
Bingo. A snarl erupted from the petite female as she whirled around to face him, teeth bared in a feral expression. “Stop,” she hisses. Oliver cannot help that his mouth has fallen open.
She’s beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful, and it is completely unexpected. Her skin is pale, sickly looking from lack of sunlight, but her eyes are bright and her skin smooth and there’s a liveliness in her pink lips. He is thrown off guard.
But only for a moment. He gathers his thoughts, and writes down her first response to him, “Snarled ‘stop’”, and then he looks at her.
“Hello, Felicity, my name’s Oliver Queen. I am your new psychiatrist. I’m just here to introduce myself, ask some questions… get to know you better.” He flashes his million dollar grin, the smile that let patients know that they could trust him. It does nothing to her. Her face closes off, a blank expression in place as she carefully studies him—studies him up and down.
It seemed like she was gauging him, his strength, his intelligence, all in one look.
Oliver cleared his throat. “Okay.” He pulls a voice recorder from his pocket and presses play. “Oliver Queen, September second, two-thousand and fourteen. Case of Felicity Meghan Smoak. Miss Smoak, how old are you? I’m just going to ask some simple questions at first.”
Felicity looked ready to rip someone’s head off. “If you already no,” she asked, “why ask?”
“Just want to get to know you.”
She laughs, a manic lilting laugh that echoes around the small room. She keeps laughing like he had said the funniest thing in the world.
“What’s so funny Felicity?”
She stops laughing abruptly turning her eyes directly on him. “Because.” She cracks her neck. “I’m not a fun person to know.”
“Well, perhaps I’d like to know.”
She scoots closer on her cot towards him, so he could smell the antiseptic and soap smell from her.
“23, Oliver Queen.”
He writes it down, even thought he already knew her age. Felicity had begun to rock, back and forth in her chair, whistling softly some jaunty and unfamiliar tune.
“Why are you here, Felicity?” he asks next.
She goes still. Whispers, “Get this off me first.”
“What?” Oliver asks, her voice too low for him to hear.
“Get. This. Off. OF. ME!” She screams, lunging herself at him, the strait jacket causing her to fall to the ground. Felicity began to writhe, crying and screaming on the floor. “Get it off get it off get it off GET IT OFF GET IT OFF.”
Two stern-looking nurses come in, administering a shot in her arm. She calms down immediately, head lolling to the side involuntarily. He snapped his briefcase shut; he had gotten enough from her for now.
Session over apparently.
Oliver stood and walked out of the room, going up to the head of staff. “I’ll be back next week. Make sure the strait jacket is off.”
The head of staff just nodded.
Oliver exited the institution, pondering what he had just witnessed. He couldn’t get the image of her eyes out of his head. They looked so innocent, naive, pure. How could this one girl have murdered another human being out of nowhere? What was the cause? Did she have a reason? She had never told the police anything, and other psychiatrists had gotten nothing out of her.
She was a challenge, a strange and difficult mystery, one that Oliver Queen intended to solve.
this was for star wars day. but much like ereriweek, it’s always star wars day in my heart. so happy star wars week everyone! may the week be with you and all.
who’s ready for a wedding?
Pairing: Eren/Levi Verse: The Force Shall Free Me (Star Wars AU) Rating: Explicit Summary: “Sorry,” Eren says, just this side of breathless, and he’s
warm enough that his apology coalesces on a sigh of white, just as predictable
as the fact that Levi’s breath doesn’t. “I thought I was going to faint.” His
voice lowers and Levi breathes in his presence in the Force, can feel it start
to warm him from the center of his chest outward. His toes curl with the
feeling. “I couldn’t fucking believe this was happening.”