removal proceedings

Ajax Imagine - What’s My Name?

Request - OMG hey I saw a request for Ajax smut. And if you haven’t already wrote it, and your stuck you should add something like with his famous “what’s my name” just an idea,

(Sorry guys, this is a long one.)

Warnings – smut

Spoilers - none

“For god’s sake Francis, it was a mistake. I spent all day with him and it just slipped out!” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in frustration as you entered the house you had shared for the past 3 months, after being together for a year. You had absentmindedly called him ‘Jack’ when addressing him, after spending a day with a friend of the same name, and he was blowing it completely out of proportion.

“You spend a whole day with another guy and you suddenly forget your own boyfriend. Ouch beautiful, that hurts.” Francis replied sarcastically, as he closed the door to your house behind him and proceeded to remove his jacket, hanging it up on the hooks by the door. You copied his actions, hooking your coat up beside his, and then began the process of taking off your shoes. You let out a content sigh as you removed them, your feet aching from the heels you had been wearing all night, and you dropped them on the ground, not caring that it was disorderly. Francis watched your movements silently, glaring at you slightly as he leant against the wall, arms crossed. You tried to ignore the muscle definition visible through his tight shirt, instead rolling your eyes and moving into the kitchen. As you placed your bag on the countertop, you heard Francis enter the room, and turned around to confront him.

“Really? The silent treatment. I thought you were more mature than that.” You said sarcastically, crossing your arms as you stood at the opposite side of the room, staring at him as he was staring at you. Francis didn’t respond, instead raising his eyebrows and letting out a frustrated sigh. You mimicked his sigh, letting out a sarcastic laugh before responding to his silence. “I’m not going to apologise, if that’s what you’re waiting for.” He continued to stare. “It was an honest mistake.” You added, but still, he remained silent. Getting frustrated now, you uncrossed your arms and picked up your bag, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “Come and find me when you can stop acting like a bratty teenager, Jack.” You said, repeating the name you had mistakenly called him as you looked him in the eyes, before moving to walk past him. Being equally stubborn, you knew it was best for you both to get some space during these arguments, and that’s exactly what you intended to do, until a hand gripping your arm prevented you from leaving the room. You turned to look at Francis, ready to tell him to let go, when he pushed you forcefully against the kitchen counter. Not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know that he wasn’t playing any games.

“What was that baby?” He asked, looking down at you, as without your heels you were considerably shorter than him. His arms were placed either side of you, preventing any escape, and he leant down slightly, so that his face was level with yours.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You responded, crossing your arms and turning your head to the side, refusing to look at him. Francis bit his lip, smirking at you.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He said, before leaning in even closer, his mouth now level with your ear. He moved his hands, placing them on your hips as he pulled your body flush against his. “What’s my name?” He whispered in your ear, and you bit your lip to suppress a moan. He laughed when you remained silent, placing a kiss on your jaw just under your ear. He moved down, placing kisses along your jaw, eventually reaching your neck, where he found your sweet spot. You reached your hands up, one gripping his bicep while the other was resting on his shoulder, your breath quickening. You moved both hands up to his face, pulling his head up and placing a passionate kiss on his lips. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and rest at your lower back, and melted into the kiss. In one quick motion, Francis had lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist so that he could move you to your bedroom.

Once upstairs and in your bedroom, he kicked off his shoes, before placing you down on the bed. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, before leaning down on the bed to kiss you again. Your hands moved to his belt, and you removed it quickly, throwing it to the side. You pushed him up, and sitting at the edge of the bed, pulled down his trousers. Once pooled at his feet, he kicked them off, and you fell to your knees before him. You could see the outline of his hard dick through his boxers, and let your fingers delicately dance around the top. He let out a deep breath as you pulled down his boxers, immediately placing a kiss on the head of his dick. He kicked off his boxers as he had his trousers, and groaned as you took him into your mouth, one hand placed around the base of his dick, the part you couldn’t fit in your mouth. You bobbed your head, swirling your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks and took in as much as you could. Francis suddenly moved back, quickly pulling you up and pushing you back on the bed. He pulled up your dress, moving your panties to the side and he placed an open mouthed kiss on your clit. You moaned loudly, hands gripping the bed sheets. You felt his tongue rest flat against your opening, before he entered a finger.

“What’s my name?” he asked, but you could only moan in response. Your breath came in short bursts as you felt your orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach, but just as you were about to reach your high, Francis stopped. You looked down at him, disappointment etched on your face, but he simply smirked, kneeling up on the bed. You rose up to be level with him, and he quickly moved forward, placing a kiss on your lips that you quickly deepened. His arms reached around to your back, pulling the zip of your dress down, and you lifted your hips so he could fully remove it. Next, he expertly removed your bra, before leaning down to your left breast, placing a delicate kiss on the nipple as his hand moved to your right breast, toying with your nipple. You felt his teeth graze against the sensitive skin, and let out a moan. You felt his hands reach down to your panties, and moved to help him take them off. Before you could, however, you heard a ripping sound. You looked down to see your discarded, torn panties on the floor.

“Francis, they were my favourite pair.” You said, as he looked up at you with a smirk.

“Don’t worry beautiful.” He began, pushing you back and lining himself up to your entrance. “I’ll buy you another pair.” With that he quickly thrusted into you, and you moaned as you felt him fill you. He stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust, before exiting you completely. You were about to complain, when you felt his tip at your entrance, and he entered you once again, agonisingly slowly. You let out a low moan, as your hands gripped his biceps.

“Faster.” You managed to say, and he obliged, his movements quickly gaining a faster pace. It wasn’t long before you felt your climax building up again, and with one nod from Francis you released, shouting his name as he too climaxed, the tightening of your walls sending him over the edge. Once your climaxes had died down, Francis collapsed beside you, wrapping his arms around you as you rested your head on his chest.

“What’s my name?” he asked breathlessly, smiling lazily down at you.

“Francis.” You mumbled, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.


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- K

washingtonpost.com
Immigration agents illegally detain Obama program ‘dreamer,’ lawsuit says
It appears to be the first time an immigrant covered by the program has faced removal proceedings without having committed a crime, attorneys say.

“Federal immigration authorities have arrested and threatened to deport a 23-year-old Mexican immigrant who was living in the United States legally under the Obama administration’s Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals program, according to a lawsuit.

It appears to be the first time that an immigrant covered by the program — which temporarily shields the children of undocumented immigrants from deportation — has faced removal proceedings without having committed a crime, a group of lawyers, including Harvard Law School’s Laurence Tribe and First Amendment lawyer Ted Boutrous, said in a petition filed Monday in federal court in Seattle. The story was first reported by Reuters.

Daniel Ramirez Medina was taken into custody last week by U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) agents in Seattle during a raid on his father’s house and transferred to a facility in Tacoma, Wash., despite having committed no crime, according to the habeas corpus petition. He was brought to the United States illegally as a child, the petition says, but was twice granted legal status under the program, known as DACA. His work permit should have been valid for at least another year, his attorneys said.”

4

I first found out about Outsiders here on Tumblr. I saw a few interesting gifs, watched the episodes that were On Demand, and then headed over to YouTube to fill in as many gaps as I could. I was smitten with Sasil from episode one. When Sally Ann kissed Hasil in episode five, I sat there just cheesing like an idiot.

But then Sally Ann got serious and shocked me with the “I know a place that we can go,” line.

I thought maybe I was misreading her bc that seemed too good to be true… like, maybe she wanted to sit and talk, idk… but then Hasil was over there all like “what’s it looking like I’m doing?” and that was about when the temperature in my apartment spiked about 20 degrees.

Hasil then proceeded to remove the rest of his clothes and hit Sally Ann with that “C’mere.” I lost consciousness at that point and had to rewatch the whole thing later.

That line gets me every time.

Which Hasil one-liners make y’all swoon?

@tongueofmercury [x]

“We have the same name, idiot.”

Ryou proceeded to remove his alternated arm from his person. It was not appreciated. A frown marred his face as he questioned why he had even bothered coming to this place. He didn’t even like drinking in public spaces.

“How long have you been here? You’re already drunk.”

THE PERFORMANCE | You can just imagine the thoughts that must’ve crossed the mind of Outlander‘s Sam Heughan upon hearing his character’s trajectory at the end of the season: “I’m going to do what? And they’re going to show every minute of it?” Indeed, Jamie’s rape by Black Jack Randall in the finale was a nasty, graphic, terrifying violation rendered heartbreakingly honest by Heughan’s performance. The fearless actor shifted Jamie from defiant to resigned to seemingly removed from the proceedings, until Randall — not satisfied with merely ravaging the Highlander’s body — decided to sully his soul, as well. As a disoriented and gravely injured Jamie realized that he’d inadvertenly experienced a moment of pleasure at his rapist’s hand, Heughan infused one facial expression with enough regret and sorrow to last several lifetimes.

After his rescue from the prison, the actor played Jamie’s torment and shame unflinchingly, relating his attack to Caitriona Balfe’s Claire in detached manner far removed from Jamie’s normal vibrance. And though the episode ended on a positive note — Heughan’s smile as Jamie learned he will be a father was like seeing your porch light suddenly come into view after a long time away from home — here’s hoping that Outlander allots the space and time in Season 2 to properly process what’s happened to its hero. Heughan is more than capable of handling it.

Decisions

My mother has been thinking of leaving. She’s said this before in fits of frustration, but as next month marks the beginning of our SIXTH year in removal proceedings, she’s running on empty fumes. She’s busted her ass here for over 15 years and has only received mounting debt and tired bones in return.

I never expected this to last this long, to be a long-term member of the deportation veterans club. It’s a limbo within a limbo - you’re undocumented while being suspended in this halfway-place of neither here nor there. I’m not an END case, don’t have a final order of removal, but I also don’t have the full “comfort” of being in the anonymity of the shadows, because the system knows I exist.

We’re running out of options to stall proceedings any longer, and things are at the point where they will soon either go really well or crash and burn, leaving voluntary departure as the only option. I like how voluntary departure sounds so cute and warm and fuzzy, when in reality, it’s anything but voluntary.

The past three days have been reconciling the fact that her happiness is more important than supposedly “giving up.” I know I would stay here regardless, but she just turned 50 and she’s tired. She’s simply tired. I’ll continue to hope that magic fairy dust will sprinkle soon & she & my sister will find an avenue to adjust out of proceedings (I’ve aged out, so no adjusting for me). But I’m also starting to steel myself that next year might be a year of goodbye.

I haven’t seen my dad in 9 years because he grew tired of waiting. I’d hate to have to watch the only ships I have left sail away.

More things that won't happen to Lydia!

One of the great things about being a lawyer is that you’re introduced to a lot of ways that people’s lives can be truly messed up. So here’s a list of various things that still are unlikely to happen to Lydia, but that nobody else has mentioned because only a lawyer would think about these things.

So here are some more things that won’t happen to Lydia.

Taxes owed to the government.

This is far too convoluted and unsexy to happen, but suppose that Lydia and Wickham got married in Vegas before the end of the year (does not fit facts, seems unlikely) and file taxes jointly. Then Wickham gets in trouble for…something.

If you file a joint return with someone, and that someone is doing something that means that they are underestimating their taxes, you are jointly liable for the underpayment on taxes. For instance, did you know that if you are married to a drug dealer and he doesn’t report his drug revenue on his tax return, and he’s then carted off to jail, that you’re liable for amounts owed?

Setting aside the massive improbability of this, can we just pause and appreciate that this is a plot point that only a lawyer would love?

No, no scratch that. NOT EVEN A LAWYER WOULD LOVE THIS, NOT EVEN A LAWYER WHO SPENDS ALL HER TIME ON FERC CASES. It would be the most amazing way to take all the sexiness out of Darcy’s sacrifice and solution.

“And then I sat her down with my accountant and my lawyer, she retroactively amended her tax return to a filing status as ‘married filing separately,’ Darcy explains. "We didn’t even have to petition for relief for innocent spouses. And I did it for you, my dearest, loveliest Elizabeth.”

No. Just no.

Immigration issues.

I actually think that would be a really, really fascinating alternate version of Pride & Prejudice—if the Bennets were illegal immigrants who had brought their children over at a young age. Any scrutiny that fell on Lydia would highlight the condition of their entire family—and her screw-up could get the entire family kicked out of the country.

This one is actually something that meets most of the criteria involved—that is, if we were writing the Lizzie Bennet Diaries from scratch, this is something that we could choose as Lydia’s “fall” that would have approximately the same disastrous impact as P&P Lydia’s fall—basically destroying the lives of all the Bennet children.

It’s even Darcy-soluble: executive clemency in this situation is something that Darcy might be able to obtain as a CEO.

But it’s pretty obvious that the LBD isn’t going there. For one thing, Lizzie has been Charlotte’s “from fetuses best friend” because they knew each other in their current neighborhood. That strongly implies she was born in this country. Since Lizzie was born in the US, she’s a US citizen. (That, I suppose, could be disputed by a certain set of people who insist on ignoring/willfully misinterpreting Reconstruction Era amendments to the Constitution, but fuck 'em.) For another thing, the LBD has been generally apolitical and this is a highly charged political issue.

This brings me to something that will have to be another post about Lydia, because otherwise I will not get enough done today: Various criminal things. I recognize that Lydia is a fictional character, but I want to sit her down and have a long talk with her about the Fourth and Fifth Amendments.

I’ve had some very difficult conversations the past few days with family & close friends about our immigration/removal case & the limited options we have left.

And I’ve realized that at the end of the day, I don’t get to give in; I don’t get to throw in the towel.  In the past 15 years, my mother has never given up on me & it’s because of her & my sister that I will keep on fighting.

I don’t get to give up.

Also, I am furious for my friend who took her dog to the vet for emergency blockage removal… and the vet proceeded to spay her dog without permission and now is not returning calls to check on the dog’s condition.

With all that’s been going on with Creed the last few days, while I trust my vet it makes me glad that I voiced my discomfort at the prospect of them taking him from me for some of the procedures to help save him. I can’t imagine how furious I would be if my dog is already weak and in critical condition, and the vet brought him back to me neutered without my permission and acting like they’d done me a favor. That’s the position she’s in right now, with no idea how much they’ll charge her or even if her dog made it through the night okay.

And people wonder why some pet owners have stopped trusting vets.

Sam Heughan “Performer of the Week” for TVLine

TVLine’s Performer of the Week:

Outlander

’s Sam Heughan

By Team TVLine / June 6 2015, 7:18 AM PDT

THE PERFORMER | Sam Heughan

THE SHOW | Outlander

THE EPISODE | “To Ransom a Man’s Soul” (May 30)

THE PERFORMANCE | You can just imagine the thoughts that must’ve crossed the mind of Outlander‘s Sam Heughan upon hearing his character’s trajectory at the end of the season: “I’m going to do what? And they’re going to show every minute of it?” Indeed, Jamie’s rape by Black Jack Randall in the finale was a nasty, graphic, terrifying violation rendered heartbreakingly honest by Heughan’s performance. The fearless actor shifted Jamie from defiant to resigned to seemingly removed from the proceedings, until Randall — not satisfied with merely ravaging the Highlander’s body — decided to sully his soul, as well. As a disoriented and gravely injured Jamie realized that he’d inadvertenly experienced a moment of pleasure at his rapist’s hand, Heughan infused one facial expression with enough regret and sorrow to last several lifetimes.

RELATEDOutlander Boss on Jamie’s [Spoiler], Season 2 in France and Why [Spoiler] Went Full-Frontal in the Finale

After his rescue from the prison, the actor played Jamie’s torment and shame unflinchingly, relating his attack to Caitriona Balfe’s Claire in detached manner far removed from Jamie’s normal vibrance. And though the episode ended on a positive note — Heughan’s smile as Jamie learned he will be a father was like seeing your porch light suddenly come into view after a long time away from home — here’s hoping that Outlander allots the space and time in Season 2 to properly process what’s happened to its hero. Heughan is more than capable of handling it.

http://tvline.com/2015/06/06/sam-heughan-performance-outlander-season-1-finale/

donovan pulled a leather jacket over his bare torso but didn’t actually fasten it, then he proceeded to remove the cash that remained stuffed in the waistband of his pants to smooth out the bills. he counted them before putting them neatly into his wallet. it was a fairly successful night. it usually always was. however his hair was a tangled mess and his eyeliner was slightly smeared and he definitely wasn’t looking his best. not to mention that his body ached and he just wanted to sleep. donovan didn’t bother saying goodbye to any of his coworkers as he left out the backdoor of the club and began his walk home. abruptly the man turned around when he heard footsteps behind him. usually nobody took this route. at least not at 3am. “did you just come out of there? are you following me?” he accused, gesturing towards the club.