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lawyersinghaziabad · 1 month ago
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CrPC vs BNSS: Key Differences in Criminal Procedure Timelines You Should Know
CrPC (Code of Criminal Procedure) and BNSS (Bharatiya Nagarik Suraksha Sanhita) differ significantly in their approach to criminal procedure timelines. While CrPC has long governed criminal proceedings in India, BNSS introduces stricter deadlines for investigations, trials, and judgments to ensure faster justice delivery. The new code emphasizes efficiency and transparency, aiming to reduce delays in the legal process. Understanding these changes is crucial for legal professionals and citizens alike.
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kesarijournal · 2 years ago
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India's Legal Labyrinth: A Satirical Guide to Understanding BNS2, BNSS2, and BSB2
**Once Upon a Time in a Legal Wonderland:**In the grand democratic theatre of India, where laws are often more dramatic than Bollywood blockbusters, we’re witnessing the introduction of three legal musketeers: Bharatiya Nyaya (Second) Sanhita (BNS2), Bharatiya Nagrik Suraksha (Second) Sanhita (BNSS2), and Bharatiya Sakshya (Second) Bill (BSB2). They’re set to replace old legal classics – the IPC,…
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seosanskritiias · 10 months ago
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forensicfield · 9 months ago
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Indian Laws Which Are Related To Drugs And Poisons
In Article 47 of the Indian Constitution, it is stated that the "State should endeavour to bring about prohibition of the consumption of intoxicating beverages and of narcotics which are harmful to health, except for therapeutic purposes." The same....
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localnewspaper-blog · 1 year ago
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Important Sections and Comparison
Important Sections and Comparison #LAW #IPC #BNS #BNSS #CRPC #IEA #BSA
Important Sections and Comparison Bharatiya Nyaya Sanhita (BNS) – 2023 VS Indian Penal Code (IPC) – 1860 Bharatiya Nagarik Suraksha Sanhita (BNSS) – 2023 VS Criminal Procedure Code (CRPC) – 1973 Bharatiya Sakshya Adhiniyam (BSA) – 2023 VS Indian Evidence Act (IEA) – 1872
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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months ago
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Playing Favorites
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!rookie!reader
Summary: Tim trains you differently, uncaring that he's accused of playing favorites. When he realizes that the scars your trauma left go deeper than your approach to police work, he accidentally falls in love with you, and you're beside him for it all.
Warnings: touch starved reader, brief angst, depiction/discussion of past traumas, allusion to past domestic violence, canon-typical injuries and violence, fluff, comfort, obligatory makeout sesh
Word Count: 3.2k+ words
A/N: I used this fantastic idea by @nevereclipse!! As someone who is touch starved, I loved every single aspect of this dynamic and hope I did it some justice🤍🫶🏼
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Less than a minute after your TO slams on the brakes, declares he’s been shot, and demands you tell him exactly where you are, the radio crackles. Officer Bradford has been quiet since you answered him with the nearest cross streets and the direction the shop was facing, and his silence is something you assume you’ll have to grow used to. It’s better than the yelling, you think.
“7-Adam-19,” the dispatcher radios. “Domestic disturbance in your area.”
“Responding,” Tim replies. “What’s standard procedure for domestic calls, boot?”
You stiffen, straightening your back against the seat as you answer robotically, reciting your list of dos and don’ts for this type of call. Tim listens, glancing at you every few seconds. He has a reputation for judging his rookies quickly – and usually, he’s right in his judgements. Yet, he held off on deciding whether or not you would succeed. Though it’s your first day, Tim has, until now, been unsure what to think of you. You know your stuff; there’s no question of that.
“Good,” he murmurs when you finish. “Follow my lead.”
“Yes, sir,” you answer.
Tim slams the door to the shop, but when he walks past you to approach the front door of the dilapidated house, he realizes something. You’ve endured hard things, experiences you’ve probably kept to yourself and dealt with all alone. Despite that hurt and the devastation Tim knows comes with it, you decided to become a police officer. Whether to be the person you needed during the bad days and dark nights or to stop someone from going down the wrong path is irrelevant to Tim. All he knows now is that your potential outweighs your response to your memories, your dedication is stronger than your past. Tim will have to change his ways because you have what it takes to be a success story.
For the first time in his TO career, Tim adapts his training method to fit his rookie rather than molding his rookie to fit his style. For you, he can be different: gentler, kinder, quieter. You need to learn and grow, and Tim will do everything he can to help you...
Right after he kicks the front door in and starts yelling at the couple fighting on the kitchen floor.
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“337.6,” Tim says.
Pinching your brows, you answer, “Unlawful use of a California Horse Racing license? Do you really think that will come up?”
“It’s not about whether or not you’ll need it,” Tim explains, “but whether or not you know it.”
“Okay.”
“Why do you know that one?”
“Why do you?” you challenge, smiling.
Tim shakes his head as he turns on to Pico. “628.5.”
You think for a moment, then remember, “Information attained during prosecution for criminal activity in relation to massage therapy is made available to the California Massage Therapy Council.”
Tim scoffs, though he's impressed by your knowledge of Penal Codes.
“I don’t remember the Business and Professions Code section, though,” you add softly.
“That’s fine,” Tim replies.
You stare out of the windshield, pulling your shoulders toward each other as you curl in on yourself.
“Boot,” Tim says. “You don’t have to know the whole code, just the premise.”
“What if it comes up?” you question.
“You’ve got a phone with internet and the entire LAPD dispatch at your disposal. Asking for help to fill in the blanks isn’t frowned upon, it’s good policing. You may ride alone someday but you are not expected to do this job by yourself.”
“10-50 multiple vehicles, at northeast intersection of Pico and Hauser,” dispatch alerts. “Service technician ETA seven minutes.”
Tim pulls the radio from the dashboard and attaches himself and you to the call. You flex your hands as he turns around and drives toward the accident scene.
“What would you like me to do, Officer Bradford?” you ask as Tim parks behind the wrecked cars.
“Get these people out of this lane,” he answers, opening his door. “We’ve got a few cones in the war bags, make them work.”
“Yes, sir.”
You open the trunk as Tim joins the other officers on the scene. While he checks for injuries and ensures statements will be taken, you direct a driver to go into the other lane.
“But I need to turn right!” he calls through his rolled-down window. “I’m late to a meeting!”
You walk to his car to assist him after checking that no one is trying to get through. “Go straight through when it’s clear, turn right on Carmona, and it’ll take you up to San Vincente,” you direct.
“But I’m going to Olympic,” he rambles quickly, gesturing to his GPS.
“You’re from out of town?”
“That obvious?”
You smile and point straight. “Go through this light. Right on Carmona, which merges into Masselin after you cross San Vincente. That’ll get you straight to Olympic.”
“Okay. Right, right.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks, officer.”
He pulls up to the white line at the intersection just as the light changes to red. Tim says your name, then gestures to the traffic backed up in the Northbound lane.
“Sorry,” you say.
As you turn to jog across the street and direct traffic, Tim calls your name again.
“One thing at a time,” he reminds you. “Good work.”
You nod, then look both ways. You’re out of earshot and are directing drivers to merge before crossing the intersection when Officers Lucy Chen and John Nolan look at your TO with wide eyes.
“What?” Tim questions.
“You just said good work,” Lucy says. “To a rookie.”
“You’re being… nice,” Nolan adds.
“I had to remind myself not to cry on numerous occasions as your rookie, but you tell her good job? I didn’t know you played favorites, Tim.”
“I’m not playing favorites,” Tim defends. He looks over his shoulder to check on you, then sighs. “Are we going to move these cars out of the way or talk about my teaching style?”
“EMTs are here to check the drivers, so we could do both,” Nolan suggests.
“Go put the sedan in neutral, Chen,” Tim instructs. “Nolan, you’re pushing.”
The service technicians arrive as Tim, Lucy, and Nolan get the first car out of the lane. As they take over, and another thanks you for your help and begins directing traffic, Tim leans against the shop and watches you return.
“Are you okay, Officer Bradford?” you inquire.
“How many times did you get flipped off?” he asks rather than answering.
“Four,” you answer. “Sir.”
“Should’ve written them tickets.”
Your brows raise, and you press your hands against your legs to stop yourself from wringing your fingers together. “Really?”
Tim shrugs as he says, “Up to the officer. In a backup like that, no, but if any of them had gotten hostile, absolutely.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“I know you will,” Tim replies, pushing off the shop. “Let’s go.”
As you buckle your seatbelt, a robbery in progress call comes through, and you gladly accept Tim’s offer to take the lead when you arrive at the nearby drugstore, smiling at his faith in you.
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 “Did you know Tim has a favorite officer?” Lucy asks.
“Yeah,” Angela replies. “It’s me.”
Nyla barks a sarcastic laugh, then smiles when Angela glares at her.
“Who is it this week?” Nyla inquires.
Lucy looks around, then leans forward to whisper, “His boot.”
“Tim?” Nyla asks, still sarcastic. “Falling for a boot? Who would’a thought it.”
“What we had was not this,” Lucy argues. “We were a fling, and now we’re friends. He’s- he’s nice to her, talks to her without yelling, corrects her without getting mad. It’s weird.”
“Lucy,” Angela begins. “As a TO, you have to do what is best for the rookie, not for you. Maybe that’s what she needs. For some people, the yelling and obnoxious reprimands are too much.”
“Tim Bradford does not care about being too much,” Lucy points out.
“Got a point there,” Nyla agrees, leaning back in her chair. “He breaks boots’ spirits, regardless of what they need. There must be something else going on.”
Angela juts her chin toward the door, and Lucy and Nyla turn in time to see Tim leading you into the station. You’re walking side-by-side, and he’s nodding along as you speak. Tim watches your face, then glances at your small hand motions. When one side of his lips quirks up, and he shakes his head, Angela and Nyla look at each other.
“See?!” Lucy exclaims when you turn out of sight.
“Oh, we see,” Nyla replies.
“So, what does it mean?”
“Ever heard of kindred souls?” Angela asks.
Lucy hesitates as Angela and Nyla stand to leave, then decides, “Tim is not kindred anything.”
“Maybe not to you,” Nyla says over her shoulder.
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“Is she okay?” you ask.
Tim scrubs an antiseptic wipe across his knuckles as he returns from the ambulance. You were expecting the worst when you got a call for a possible 187, but walking into a home with two screaming teenagers and a bleeding child was far worse.
“Paramedics aren’t sure,” Tim answers. “They’re rushing her to UCLA Children's.”
“It doesn’t make any sense,” you murmur.
“No,” Tim agrees. “The detectives will figure out what happened, but unfortunately, we rarely get to play a part in deciphering the puzzle.”
You nod, tapping the toe of your right boot against the asphalt. If you’d gotten here faster, if you’d urged Tim to go inside the back door, or radioed for an ambulance as soon as the call came in, maybe the young girl fighting for her life would have a better chance.
“Hey,” Tim says. You don’t look up, so he lays his hand on your upper back and says, “It’s not our fault.”
You stiffen beneath his hand. Unable to remember the last time you were touched like this, you fight the urge to push him away as pain like pins and needles erupts under the warmth he gives. Then, suddenly, it passes, and the only thing you can feel is the comfort he provides.
Your muscles relax, and your shoulders drop as you unconsciously lean against his hand. Tim spreads his fingers when you seem to melt beneath him. At first, he thinks you’re going to fall. But, as quickly as you went from tense to wholly relaxed, a voice in his mind says, Oh.
There was no question that you’ve had hard times and seen and experienced difficult things that shaped who you are today, but Tim missed your touch starvation before now. With his hand on your back, Tim watches you take a deep breath before you look at him.
“There’s,” he begins, trailing off.
“I know it’s not our fault,” you say softly. “Thank you.”
Tim swallows as he nods, wondering why his hand fits so well. A car pulls over on the other side of the street, and Tim withdraws his hand when Nyla and Angela exit the front seats.
He nods to you before you begin speaking with the detectives, and the admiration you had for your TO and his knowledge begins shifting into something more.
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“You alright?” Tim asks.
You raise your hand to your shoulder, press it lightly, and nod. Your frown tells Tim differently, and he gently hooks his finger beneath the collar of your uniform. He doesn’t have to pull the fabric far to see the redness of your skin.
“Get in the shop,” he says. “We have to get that checked.”
“It’ll be fine,” you reply. “Just sore.”
“Wasn’t a question.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” you answer with a salute.
Tim shakes his head and shifts the car into drive. It’s been nearly two weeks since Tim laid his hand on your back, and he’s lost count of how many easy touches he’s given you since then. But it works for both of you. You’re an even better cop than Tim expected. If he’d ask, you’d tell him it’s because of him.
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The shop is filled with a tense silence as you drive back to the station. Tim is sitting like a statue in the passenger seat, and the man behind you stares at the back of your head as if he’s trying to make it explode.
You’ve known since the very first call of your training – a domestic disturbance – that Tim’s past affects him. Maybe you can see his trauma because you have your own, or it's evident because you cared enough to look. Either way, you know that calls like this affect him.
Finding a little boy hiding in the closet with a bruise on his cheek and drywall dust in his matted hair broke your heart, but it made Tim angry. You had to pull him off the man sitting behind you, and it’s only because of your demands and warnings that they’re both sitting in silence.
When you pull up to the station, an officer is waiting to take your arrest into custody, and you thank him before you return to the streets of Los Angeles.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask after several minutes alone.
“No,” Tim replies.
“Yeah, me neither,” you agree. “Wanna talk about the Braves?”
Tim jerks toward the door, his eyes wide in shock.
“Welcome back,” you mutter.
“It...” Tim begins.
“It’s hard,” you finish for him. “Especially when it reminds you of something or someone you recognize. I get it.”
“I know you do,” Tim murmurs.
“That’s why you’re so nice to me.”
“I’m just teaching you.”
You smile as you slow, parking outside a small strip mall. Turning toward Tim, you explain, “I’ve heard the stories, Officer Bradford. I know you don’t treat all of your rookies like this. But I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”
Tim nods. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not today.”
“Wanna talk about the Dodgers?”
“You’d like that.”
“You wouldn’t?”
Your smile matches Tim’s, and everything feels lighter when Angela interrupts to ask for assistance with a new case.
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“Big day tomorrow,” Tim reminds you as you walk out of the station together. “Get some sleep, don’t overstudy, and know you’re going to do great.”
“That’s it?” you ask. “No warning? Now if you make less than a 93, it’s a failure?”
“Lucy?” Tim questions.
You shrug, but Tim raises his hand, wrapping his fingers around the crook of your elbow to stop you.
“You are not Officer Chen. You are not a copied version of me. You are your own officer, your own person, and you do what you are capable of doing.”
“What if I’m not capable of doing this?”
“You are.”
“Only because of you,” you whisper.
“You did the work. I just offered an assist.”
You glance at Tim’s hand on your arm and don’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck. Hugging him tightly, you smile against his shoulder as he returns the hug. His light touches changed your life, but initiating physical affection and taking what you want is different.
“Thank you,” you say. “For everything.”
“You did the heavy lifting,” Tim replies.
As you step back, Tim’s hands pause on your waist. He looks at you, almost like he wants to say or do more. But then he steps back and wishes you a good night.
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Alone in your apartment after graduating to short sleeves, you raise a glass and congratulate yourself. Your favorite movie is queued, you picked up dinner from the best restaurant in Los Angeles, and a congratulations card from Detective Lopez is now displayed on your bookcase. Yet, it feels like something is missing. While the movie plays, your thoughts wander to Tim.
A loud knock on your door distracts you from your daydreaming and the quiet night in. Pausing your movie, you walk to the door and look through the peephole. You smile as you open the door and invite your surprise visitor inside.
“Tim- Officer Bradford,” you greet. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re off the clock,” he reminds you. He sees your table and asks, “Celebrating?”
“Yeah.” Shrugging, you explain, “I figured, I made it this far.”
“It’s a big accomplishment. Have room for an extra guest?”
“Depends on the guest.”
Tim smiles and offers you a card. You thank him and set it on the counter as you offer to get him a drink or something to eat.
“I’m good, thank you.”
You nod, leaning against the counter as you look at him. He meets your eyes, and the silence around you is anything but awkward as you stare at one another.
“I came to congratulate you,” he says after a moment.
“Thank you.”
“You were right. I trained you differently.”
“Why?”
“Because I could tell that you were different. Whatever it was in your past that led you here, it made you special. It affected you, so I wanted to use that, let it help you rather than hurt you.”
“You never asked,” you muse.
“People who want to talk about it tend to start that conversation themselves.”
“Which you never do.”
“Not often, no.”
“Whatever happened to you, Tim, whether it made you the man you are or if you are here today in spite of it, you’re a good man.”
“Same to you.”
“You think I’m a good man?” you joke, smiling after the serious moment.
“It’s not obvious?” he replies.
You raise your hands to playfully push Tim away from you, but he catches your wrists and holds your palms against his chest. Standing together, you continue looking into his eyes. You’ve seen more in each other during your training than anyone else has ever cared enough to look for.
Falling in love with Tim was not intentional, and it wasn’t like free falling. After he touched you, he brought you back to life, and every day after, you fell a little more for him.
“Why’d you let me hug you?” you whisper.
“Because I wanted it, too,” he replies.
Tim brushes his thumb over the pulse point on your wrist. He releases your hand and cups your neck, tracing your jawline. You lean toward him while he pulls you closer.
Tim’s kiss feels like entering a new world, like coming home and finding paradise simultaneously. Sliding your hands up his chest, you shiver against Tim when his arm wraps around your waist. Tim bends slightly, lowering his hand to your hips before he lifts you. You don’t break the kiss as he sets you on the counter, and as his fingers tangle in your hair, you hold his jaw and lose yourself.
Through each breath, each movement, you give a piece of yourself to Tim and accept the pieces he offers you. Remembering that you stiffened and considered pushing him away the first time he touched you, you chuckle against Tim’s lips.
“What’s so funny?” he questions, pulling away and straightening your hair.
“I was touch starved a few months ago,” you reply. “And now you let me take whatever affection I want.”
“You’re welcome.”
You push your hand against Tim’s abs, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
“Some people think you were playing favorites with me,” you muse, looking up at him.
“I was,” he answers. “Still am.”
“Lucky me,” you murmur before kissing his jaw and tugging his shirt to bring him close again.
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softtdaisy · 3 months ago
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venus / Aaron Hotchner
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summary. you're begging your bodyguard to tell your code name, little do you know the meaning behind it
words count. 1 956
what to expect. sweet and flirty, brief angsty moment
a/n. @pastelpinkflowerlife i could never thank you enough for putting the idea in my head, i'm so happy to write more of reader and bodyguard!hotch and i hope you will all follow me in this fantasy 🤍
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“Gorgeous?”
You heard Hotch’s amused sigh in your back. At least you made him laugh, and that meant a lot considering he wasn’t doing it very often. 
“Why would it be that?” he asked.
You turned around, putting your sunglasses on top of your head, to look at your bodyguard. Just like he did a minute ago, Hotch was still standing right behind you, his eyes hidden by his own aviator sunglasses. But you could swear he was looking straight in front of him. Which was sad, because there wasn’t much to look at.
You frowned and said, “Because I am gorgeous,” in a very obvious tone.
You couldn’t see his eyes going down on you, but you noticed the very subtle way his head tilted while doing so. He was a man, after all.
When you were looking for a new apartment to hide from your stalker, you had different requirements. If you had to spend more time there, at least you wanted to enjoy it. So as well as the privacy, the security system, or the natural light inside, you asked for a pool. 
And you got it. A rooftop pool barely used by your neighbors since most of them weren’t there during the day.
So there you were, lying on a deck chair, enjoying the sun in peace with your bodyguard watching over you. 
You loved the peace and the silence that came with being alone there. You could have easily spent the whole afternoon without speaking, just reading a book and swimming now and then. 
But there was something even more enjoyable in annoying the so-stoic Aaron Hotchner.
“No, it’s not your code name,” he replied. This time, he watched as you turned your head again, your ponytail flying in the air. The thought of grabbing it left as soon as it came to his mind.
It wasn’t easy for him to stay focused when you looked this good in your bikini.
You grabbed your book again, like you did after every refuted proposition you did. The thought came to you while reading this new romance everyone was talking about. The love interest had given the girl some cute Italian nickname that he only knew about.
That was when you realized it wasn’t fair that you didn’t know what your code name was. You were sure Hotch gave you one; it was the procedure. You were dying to find it.
You tilted your head back but not enough to see him. “The singer?”
“Too obvious,” he said with the very same tone.
You tried everything you could think of: something related to your appearance, from your hair to your height or your eye color, a song from yours, or even the city you were born in. But Hotch kept disproving them.
You put your book down again and got up. “The most amazing girl in the world?” you asked, standing in front of him. Even with your hands on your waist and squinting, you didn’t look that threatening. From outside, the situation must look funny with you in your bikini and Hotch in his all-black outfit—a t-shirt and shorts to bear with the weather.
You were quite obsessed with the way this color was good on him. Or how his crossed arms on his chest seemed so much bigger.
His enemies should be afraid of him.
Your body was very much attracted to him.
As for Hotch, he was surprised how you didn’t seem to get tired of this little game. “You realized this isn’t supposed to be that long?” 
You looked down on him before reaching his eyes again, with a little smirk. “Is that what women tell you when they get on their knees?” you said, fluttering your eyelashes. 
This time, Hotch couldn’t contain the smile that appeared on his lips. Of course he should have expected that from you. He wasn’t showing any type of reaction, just like he was taught to.
But the thought of you getting on your knee in front of him right now was somehow very tempting. Nobody around but the excitement that anybody could show up at any moment. Your eyes looking at him, your mouth on him, and his hand in your hair. Yes. Hotch could really experience that. 
This thought would probably stay with him the whole day.
After winking at him, you took the time to walk to the pool. He watched every single one of your movements. How your hips were moving in a silent rhythm only you could hear. The way your legs slowly disappeared in the water. How your arms reached for your hair to tie it higher. How the rest of the sunscreen on your body made your skin even more glowy. And then you dived, like a siren in the water. Maybe that could have been your code name, now that he thought about it.
The rest of the afternoon didn’t go as smoothly. You kept proposing other code names that he all said no to. You kept flirting with Hotch, and you will never know if the red on his cheek was from your comments or the sun—or both. 
Until you had to go back to your apartment because you had another meeting about your stalker. You hated those. Every week, you had to sit next to Hotch, listening to him and his team evaluate the situation. But there was nothing more to say when that asshole wasn’t sending a new threat, but you all knew he would strike at any moment.
These meetings were always some kind of blurry for you. You didn’t listen to most of it, your brain going somewhere else. You would rather focus on something else, pretending to follow the discussion when you were only physically present—not mentally. Most of the time you thought about some songs, sometimes even writing them. And you knew Hotch could tell you were the discreet type, but he never said anything.
Sometimes he was the one you focused on during these meetings. Like today, mesmerized by the subtle tan the sun left on his thighs and arms, the way the hair on his arms seemed to fade with his skin more. By the little redness on his nose that gave him some freckles. Or by his dark hair, messy on his head, that gave you crazier thoughts.
No. You didn’t follow most of the meeting, but you could sing another song about your bodyguard.
Yet, once it was over, you needed to find some comfort. Especially since you found yourself alone in the living room after Hotch left to his own room—still crazy to you that this man was sleeping at the same place as you. 
So you ended up making yourself a bowl of ice cream with your favorite flavors. It has always been some kind of guilty pleasure of yours, doing it on tour when you felt homesick and at home when you felt toursick. And more these days after learning your life was threatened.
You didn’t get to hesitate before making one for Hotch too, with his own favorite flavors.
You had a discussion about this not long after he started working for you. One night when you didn’t flirt with him but were anxious, you ate ice cream on your balcony, and he joined you. Hotch being Hotch, he didn’t reassure you much with words, but his presence was safe enough to comfort you. 
“It might sound so childish,” you explained, with a spoonful of ice cream. “But it’s comforting to eat something you know you like and can’t disappoint you. And ice cream does that to me.” 
You didn’t expect him to understand. But he did. And he told you about what he loved too.
This explained why you ended up knocking on his door with a fresh bowl in hand. When you opened the door, he was sitting on the desk that had been installed for him. You didn’t hear him shower, but you noticed his wet hair and the little drop falling on his neck. You found it funny how he only put on his glasses when he was alone in this room. 
Maybe some part of him thought he looked less threatening with them.
You actually found him just as hot.
“I thought you might need one too,” you offered, putting the bowl on the desk next to his computer.
Hotch’s eyes went down your body, again, from your naked legs to your comfy dress so light it would be easy for him to put a hand underneath. “Thank you,” he replied with a hoarse voice, trying to find composure next to you. 
Sometimes you wished you could sit there and stay with him, chatting about everything and anything. But Aaron Hotchner wasn’t your real friend. You couldn’t pretend he was. Even if you loved teasing him and wished your flirting would give you what you wanted from him.
So instead you simply smiled at him and went to the door just as fast as you came in. 
“Venus.”
You stopped midway. Unsure to have heard right. 
But when you turned around to look at Hotch, his eyes were on you. Still on you. But this time, he was expecting an answer. 
When he noticed the confusion on your face, he added, “Your code name is Venus.”
You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped your mouth. “The planet?” you asked, leaning against the door. You didn’t know much about astronomy apart from what you learned from school. You tried to search through your memory and your knowledge but couldn’t point out why you would be Venus. Maybe it was their thing in his agency. 
“The goddess” of love and beauty, he didn’t add.
Hotch had been the one to find the name. And the truth was, you didn’t technically need one since he was with you almost all the time—the very few hours spent away were when he had no other choice and someone else was replacing him. He was doing most of the meetings at your place. Sure, it was better for you to have a code name in case of.
His team made fun of him for being incapable of finding you a name. And it was during an event he had to keep an eye on you that he found it. Venus.
You were undeniably one of the most gorgeous women he had ever met in his life—that, he could admit. And Hotch had been working with many, many people in his life. But you. You. It was above beauty; it was your whole charisma. You were charming everyone in each room you came into, and he had a hard time resisting you. Your face was painted in black ink under his eyelid, seeing you in all his dreams. And he knew he wasn’t the only one.
As for the love, Hotch couldn’t deny that you had been nothing but affectionate with him. Sure, sometimes he couldn’t point out if you were nice only to flirt and get him in your bed or if you were being honest. Or both, maybe. 
He had given up on love a long time ago when he started this job. And never in all these years had he ever regretted it or thought about falling in someone else's arms again for something other than pure lust. 
But you. Aaron already knew that a part of him would miss you the day this mission would end. Your beauty, your smile, your touch, your love for him even if he was just the bodyguard protecting you.
So Venus, you were. 
The goddess of beauty and love. 
And desire. He sure had a lot of desire for you too.
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Tag List: @kiwriteswords @monzabee @raysmayhem-72 (if you want to be in it, ask me and I’ll be happy to add you x)
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gean-grey-blog · 1 year ago
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What makes White Collar hold up so much better than other police procedurals:
It was part of the "pretty happy shows with gorgeous ensemble casts and a charismatic weird guy" USA network era but it somehow used that to be about stuff that is so REAL
What is justice? Is our system fair? Can you be a criminal and still be a good man? Can you be a good man and still work for the system?
The bad guys are rich assholes, and people defrauding families out of their homes, and unethical pharmaceutical companies. People manipulating energy supply out of greed resulting in blackouts which are showing *harming a dog,* aka how to show something is monstrous in a pg show written by a white person. Class exists in this universe in more ways than having a cardboard concept of a "rich guy."
The bad guys include police, FBI agents, prison staff, judges, senators. Those people cause real harm, obstruct justice, plant evidence, kill people. It's shown how the system protects them and harms regular people.
The harm that causes the main character to go from wanting to be part of the system, to subverting and working against it, is him finding out about an act of police corruption, brutality, and murder--and what's more, that if he became a cop, that's what he could become.
The harm that causes the main character to be outside the white picket fence is that the system failed his family after that act. What happened to Neal's mom? Why did nobody besides Helen step in? They had to check in with US Marshals, did nobody notice this kid didn't have an adult fit to parent?
So Neal turns to found family. And let's be real, heavily polyamory coded found family at that. But he keeps chasing the idea of a girl who will be everything. But he's got all this attachment trauma so he never does. But because found family is real family, even the people who freaking played the characters are still connected a decade later
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sflow-er · 6 months ago
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About the settlement in YR S3
A discussion with @scatteredpiecesofme a while back inspired me to look more closely into the settlement between August, Wilhelm and Simon. I already dabbled in criminal justice meta after S2, but I didn't account for a settlement back then, so it's time to update my info!
Posting this, I know it's a topic people have strong feelings about. If you choose to read below the cut, please keep in mind that it's not meant to be a moral judgment. It's an attempt to review the case as presented in the show and interpret it through what I've learned about law and procedure in real Sweden.
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TL;DR: The offences being settled are defamation and unlawful breach of privacy. The settlement of 1.2 million kronor is dozens of times higher than what Simon could realistically expect from court.
Sources: Swedish Criminal Code (EN-SV), Code of Judicial Procedure (SV), preparatory documents for relevant laws (this and this), reference collection on kränkningsersättning, cases available online or in the media (e.g. this and this on dagensjuridik.se), legal blogs, articles and legal advice websites (e.g. lawline.se, Domarbloggen), discussion on treasonable offences (SvD column, expert exchange, motion to parliament, this and this tabloid article), guidelines/advice for prosecutors (e.g. on defamation, day-fines).
Disclaimer: I'm just a layperson and not even Swedish myself, so it's entirely possible I missed something! Respectful discussion and corrections are very welcome!
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The facts of the case against August
Quick recap
August committed criminal offences by filming and posting the video.
Sara reported August to the police.
August, Wille, Simon and their legal counsels and parents negotiated a settlement at the royal palace with Jan-Olof presiding.
JO said they wanted to avoid a trial. Rickard claimed the evidence and testimonies would not be enough to secure a conviction, and the video was not likely to be considered explicit.
Simon's counsel said Wille's legal team had already decided not to pursue the matter in court.
They settled for 1.2 million kronor, presumably per plaintiff.
The offences on the table
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“Spreading that kind of video could be considered gross defamation, gross unlawful breach of privacy, and possibly a CP offence. The penal value is prison, in any case.”
It's pretty clear August also committed intrusive photography, but that overlaps with unlawful breach of privacy, so that might be why it wasn't mentioned. Here's a complete list:
- intrusive photography (kränkande fotografering, covertly photographing or filming someone in a private space) - unlawful breach of privacy (olaga integritetsintrång, disseminating sensitive images in a way that's liable to result in serious harm) - defamation (förtal, disseminating information that identifies someone as a criminal or their way of life as reprehensible, or is otherwise liable to expose them to contempt) - treasonable offences (högmålsbrott, a clause that, among other things, makes some crimes more severe when committed against a member of the Royal House) -CP (I'm not writing this out so the post doesn't get caught in filters)
Unlawful breach of privacy was also mentioned by Rosh back in S2. It's a fairly new offence that entered into force in 2018, and very few cases lead to a conviction (only 27 out of the total 1,876 in 2021). Even when a perpetrator is identified, it's hard to prove it was them (and no one else) using the device. Proving an intent of serious harm isn't easy either, but the court usually considers whether the defendant should have known that was liable to occur.
The main angle in the show was defamation, which doesn't need to be untrue in Sweden. It's all about exposing someone to contempt - and if the defamatory statement is also liable to result in serious harm, it becomes gross defamation. This is why Rickard, who already called gross defamation in S2, argues in S3 that outing someone no longer counts as exposing them to contempt (he's refuting that it was defamation at all).
Another way off the hook would be to show that 1) the statement was true and 2) the defendant was “obliged to make it” or it was “otherwise justifiable to provide information about the matter.”
The treasonable offences clause is a bit of a legal minefield. It allows the public prosecutor to demand harsher punishments for some crimes when they are committed against members of the Royal House, but it also creates questions of whether the royals are even able to bring these types of charges the normal way. It clearly didn't come into play in YR, but I'll return to it in the conclusion.
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A CP offence was also mentioned in S2 by Rosh and Rickard. Rosh reckoned it was a sure thing and could land August in prison, but Rickard only listed it as a possibility. He said the penal value was prison “in any case” because gross unlawful breach of privacy is always punishable by prison (more about the penal values in my now-obsolete post).
Still, this was dramatic exaggeration by the writers. August is 18, and persons under 21 could not be imprisoned unless there were very heavy grounds for it back in 2020/2021. Even the stricter law from 2022 mainly applies to violent and gang-related offences.
By the old law and practice, any sentence given to an 18-yo would be reduced to 50% of an adult's sentence, and August is also a first-time offender. If convicted, he'd be looking at some combination of fines, youth community service, and/or a suspended sentence.
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That's another silly thing about the Alexander ploy in S2, although not as silly as Alexander forgetting he had already been caught with the drugs.
So that's the potential crimes listed. We'll get to the crimes that were actually being settled in a little bit.
Relevant facts about procedure
To understand how they got from Sara's police report to the settlement scene, it's useful to look at some intricacies of the Swedish justice system that may differ from other countries.
The right to press and pursue charges
By Swedish law, most crimes are subject to public prosecution by the state. The police are legally obligated to start what is known as a “preliminary” investigation when a crime is reported, and the prosecutor is legally obligated to consider charges and pursue them. Regardless of what the victim/plaintiff wants.
There are two notable exceptions. Charges for målsägandebrott (“plaintiff offences”) can only be brought by the plaintiff, and angivelsebrott (“offences subject to report”) must be reported for prosecution by the plaintiff. If an angivelsebrott is reported by someone else, the plaintiff decides if they want the case to go ahead.
These are also the only types of crimes where the plaintiff is able to withdraw the charges. If they do, neither they nor the public prosecutor can ever bring the same matter again.
In the YR case, defamation is målsägandebrott, the privacy offences are angivelsebrott, and CP is always subject to public prosecution.
It's also possible for angivelsebrott to be publicly prosecuted when public interest calls for it (e.g. gross unlawful breach of privacy is often considered serious enough to meet this bar). The same goes for målsägandebrott under certain circumstances, e.g. when the victim of defamation is under 18. Public prosecution also applies if there are multiple offences and one of the other offences is subject to it.
If charges are raised by public prosecution, the injured party becomes unable to withdraw them (the state becomes the plaintiff in their stead).
Concurrent offences and protective interests
When someone commits more than one offence by a single action, these are assessed for brottskonkurrens (concurrence of offences).
In some cases, the offence with the harshest punishments 'consumes' the others so they no longer count. For example, gross unlawful breach of privacy is always punishable by prison, so it often consumes defamation and even gross defamation.
In other cases, all the offences count 'in concurrence'. One example is when the laws that were broken had different skyddsinteressen (protective interests). In the YR case, intrusive photography and unlawful breach of privacy have the same protective interest: both crimes infringe on the right to privacy and personal integrity. Defamation infringes on a person's honour and reputation, which is a different interest. Hence, unlawful breach of privacy of normal severity is often pursued and punished in concurrence with defamation (normal or gross), but less often with intrusive photography.
As for CP, Swedish law classifies it as an offence against the public order (not as a sex crime, although it can overlap with sex crimes such as using minors for sexual posing). The protective interest is twofold: the individual child's right to personal integrity, and the right of children at large to be safe from CP. So there is some overlap with the privacy offences, but it's also an offence that falls within a completely different area of law.
Note that the sentence is not given as the sum total of the concurrent offences! It's the sentence for the most severe offence, with increases for the concurrent offences (as determined by the judge).
Settlement vs. mediation
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JO tells us the parties are doing förlikning (settlement) to avoid the matter going to trial. This is different from medling (mediation).
Settlement primarily applies to disputes, but it can also be a private, out-of-court resolution for some offences. In my understanding, these would be målsägandebrott or angivelsebrott, as the plaintiff agrees not to pursue the matter in exchange for compensation. The settlement also prevents public prosecution even if it is determined later on that the conditions for that are met.
Mediation is a process where a neutral party authorised by the court (not JO) brings the victim and perpetrator of a crime together. It can also be used for family law disputes, but this is less relevant for us. The parties can agree on compensation, but the main objective is just to discuss and process the matter. The perpetrator must admit their guilt in order for mediation to go ahead.
Mediation is separate from the court process, but the defendant's willingness to enter it and a favourable outcome may be taken into account. The prosecutor may bring less severe charges or even offer åtalsunderlåtelse (no-prosecution deal), whereby the offence goes on the guilty person's criminal record but they avoid trial and punishment. If a trial does happen, the judge may be more lenient.
How this all relates to the settlement scene in YR
Based on the above, the settlement in 3.01 must be for defamation, and very likely also unlawful breach of privacy. Intrusive photography is also possible, although the characters never mention it.
Defamation is målsägandebrott and privacy offences are angivelsebrott. Hence, the matter can be settled out of court.
It's hard to say if any of the offences could be gross, despite what Rickard said back in S2. The breach of privacy probably isn't, since it hasn't consumed the defamation or been publicly prosecuted. The defamation could certainly be (this would align with legal precedent for spreading sex tapes), but I think this type of gross defamation of the Crown Prince and another minor should already meet the threshold for public interest.
We don't know exactly when the settlement scene is set, or how long has passed between seasons. Offences involving minor parties must be investigated without delay, but it is possible that the prosecutor is still considering whether to claim public interest. If the settlement is finalised before public charges can be brought for these particular offences, that will no longer be possible.
The opposite is true for the potential CP offence. In my understanding, being able to settle out of court means that must already be off the table.
The police will have been legally obligated to open a preliminary investigation when they received a report about a legal (young) adult having filmed two minors in a sexual situation. Simon and Wille will have been notified of the privacy offences and defamation, and asked if they wanted the investigation to go ahead (since they didn't make the report themselves). But a CP offence is different. It's the kind of crime that must have been investigated even if the victims said they didn't want to press charges or refused to cooperate.
Based on the preliminary investigation, the prosecutor will have considered charges. August's age and development gap to Wille and Simon and the explicitness of the video will have been assessed. His defamatory (not sexual) intent and the other offences could have factored in as well.
I'm not going to guess any further at the reasoning, but no charges were brought. CP is subject to public prosecution, and that also applies to any concurring offences. The settlement wouldn't be possible if it was still in the mix.
Instead, they could be having court-authorised mediation with a neutral party, but only if August already admitted his guilt. (This was actually the part that confused me the most when I first watched the show and wasn't aware of the difference between the processes.)
Anyway. Now that we know what was being settled, I also want to look at the level of compensation.
Compensation compared to court sanctions
The settlement was for 1.2 million kronor. Presumably per plaintiff, as that was the number Simon's counsel gave him. Both he and Rickard described it as generous.
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So how does the sum actually compare to what the court might have awarded Simon or handed down as a punishment to August?
Fines
If convicted in court, August could be sentenced to dagsböter (day-fines). The sum ranges from 50 to 1,000 kronor per day, and the minimum number of fines is 30. The maximum is 150, or 200 for multiple offences.
In this case, there are indeed multiple offences (two or three depending on whether intrusive photography still counts), so the absolute maximum is 200,000.
Now for some speculation!
A day-fine is the person's annual income divided by a thousand, adjusted for net wealth and debt. August is a cash-poor student with no job. He must get a bit of income from the estate and possibly some other investments, but if he can't afford to pay Simon back for the drugs and alcohol, it can't be much.
So, the base sum will be low. It gets raised by 50 kronor for every 500,000 of net wealth over 1.5 million, but then there's also a reduction for significant debts. If August truly has to sell his estate to free up 2.4 million, it can't be valued very high and/or he must be in serious debt. His day-fine will land in the hundreds, but I doubt it reaches 1,000.
It's hard to say how many day-fines he would get, but I don't think it would be anywhere close to 200. In examples found online, 40 seems pretty common for each of these crimes at normal severity. In one case, a man convicted of unlawful breach of privacy and gross defamation got a suspended sentence + 80 day-fines, which changed to 100 day-fines for just gross defamation on appeal.
Although the parties in these cases are all adults, while August is in the young offenders bracket. For example, he might get those 80 day-fines but no suspended sentence, or he might get something else entirely. Compare with a case where an 18-yo boy (17 at the time of the crime) spread a film of his friend having sex with a woman: he was convicted of both intrusive photography and unlawful breach of privacy but only sentenced to 35 hours of youth community service.
However, the boy did have to pay compensation.
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Compensation payable to the victim
An injured party is often entitled to apply for compensation. In these types of crimes, it's called kränkningsersättning (compensation for infringement/suffering), and there is no cap on it.
However, there are some relevant sample cases online.
The boy in our previous example had to pay 25,000 to the woman.
A person who spread a sexual film showing a 14-yo girl was convicted of gross defamation and had to pay 25,000.
A man who secretly filmed an 8 to 12-yo girl in the bathroom was convicted of a CP offence and had to pay 25,000. The reference collection of cases says it's worth noting this happened before intrusive photography was criminalised as its own offence.
A woman who filmed a 16-yo boy having sex with his girlfriend and posted the video online was convicted of unlawful breach of privacy and gross defamation and had to pay 30,000.
A man who spread sexual photos of his ex to her friends and employer was convicted of gross defamation and had to pay 50,000.
A man who uploaded films of his ex on an adult site was convicted of gross unlawful breach of privacy and had to pay 60,000. In a very similar case before the privacy offences were criminalised, a man was convicted of gross defamation and had to pay 70,000.
The settlement sum of 1.2 million is 17 to 20 times higher than the highest examples. It's also 40 times higher than the example of the 16-yo boy and his girlfriend, which I think is a remotely similar case (although the place of filming was less private and the dissemination was less broad and damaging than in YR). On August's side, the 2.4 million is many times higher than the day-fines plus compensation, even if we don't know the exact numbers.
So that gives us some idea of the level of compensation and monetary punishment that Simon and August could realistically expect, but those aren't the only factors Simon might consider.
Conclusion: a trial could get very complicated
As mentioned above, Wille's legal team had already decided they would not be going to court. It's unsure if that could have even been done in the normal way.
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Some legal experts believe the treasonable offences clause prevents members of the Royal House from bringing normal charges at all if they are victims of målsägandebrott or angivelsebrott, because they are considered a stately institution. Others think it should be possible if they just waive their right to treasonable offences, but the royals have never tried.
Instead, the public prosecutor may ask the government to authorise a treasonable offences charge. In theory, the government could say yes even if the victim themself said no, but that's extremely unlikely (for example, when a teen threw a cake in the real king's face in 2001, it was considered the king's decision). The prosecutor who handled the matter in YR could have already asked and been denied, or they could have decided against it if they knew Wille would object.
If Wille had decided to try and bring normal charges, his legal standing would have become a hot topic. If treasonable offences had been charged, the charges would have been public. Either way, the case would have gained a lot of media attention.
Wille being one of the plaintiffs could have also lead to a more stringent punishment for August. Especially for treasonable offences; the real cake-thrower was sentenced to 100 day-fines for harassment, which is a big sentence for a 16-yo (an adult could've got up to four years in prison). Even if they were normal charges, Wille was the one August intended to harm, which would have made the crimes all the more severe.
The level of compensation could have been higher too...at least for Wille. It's frankly beyond my comprehension as a layperson whether his and Simon's cases could have even been tried together due to their wildly different circumstances.
Simon is like any other person in the legal system. If the case did go to trial and August was convicted, he would receive compensation in line with the above. August would also have to pay his legal fees, as well as the potential fines.
It's hard to say how good the chances of a conviction were. Rickard was just defending August when he said identifying someone as gay was no longer considered defamatory, but that is true for Swedish society at large. However, it can still be defamatory if you out someone to people who can be expected to react with contempt (e.g. a religious group). For both defamation and privacy offences, it should also matter how widely the information was disseminated and how bad the consequences were (although you won't be rewarded for causing less harm than expected/intended).
We never actually heard if Rickard had a defence in mind for Simon's particular circumstances. On the one hand, Simon was already out, and he wasn't the target of August's harmful intent. On the other hand, surely August should have known he was liable to suffer serious harm by association. Their lawyers could argue these and other standpoints, and it could get complicated, especially if Wille couldn't be involved after settling.
For argument's sake... Let's say Rickard was right about the evidence and testimony not being enough, and Simon lost the trial.
He would have to pay both his and August's legal feels. Those are probably covered by the Erikssons' home insurance, but there will be a deductible of about 20%, and a cap of two, three hundred thousand. I assume this would normally be enough, but going up against “one of Sweden's best criminal lawyers” could still be a daunting prospect. Rickard might be representing his stepson for free at this early stage, but if the case went to trial and he was very confident they could win, that might change.
And leaving the financial stuff aside, Simon says he just wants the whole thing to be over. He doesn't want to have to rehash it all in court against August and Rickard, and although it's Wille's side who complain about the media storm, that isn't fun for Simon either. On the contrary, he's the one who's been targeted for hate and scrutiny.
The proceedings would likely be held behind closed doors since Simon is a minor, but an anonymised version of the court decision would still be public. At any point, word could get out about the case, which would quickly be connected to Wille because they were on the video together, and the media would be all over Simon again.
All that considered... Settling out of court for a comfortable sum of money he can use to move on with his life might not be the path of “maximum justice” for Simon, but it is a very understandable choice.
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secretly-tword-obsessed · 4 months ago
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Hello Gigglers!
This is going to be last fic in a long time, like a parting gift!
I am about to start a whole new semester of tertiary education that I am super looking forward to - but that also means I won't have time anymore to write tickle fics. Thank you for all of the support Iv'e received on all of my recent Squid Game content and I will keep reading and interacting with all of your stuff. All of your fics bring me so much joy!!! (:
Anyways, as requested, this is another Frontman and Salesman fic. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: The Salesman has been a close friend of In-Ho for years. So why is the Frontman asking him for a pat down as an extra security check?
(This idea came from @lord-of-hyperfix )
Warnings: Mentions of death, pinning, this is a TICKLE FIC
The Salesman scoffed - he loved his formalities. The fact that something as brutal as the Squid Games, where desperate people had to fight to the death, even had procedural formalities was so amusing to him. I mean, if your going to be in charge of dirty criminal activity, you may as well do it politely and follow due process.
"Name?", the gaurd with the triangle mask asked him.
He smirked, lifting his briefcase, "Classified, although my code of entry is G-O-N-G-Y-O-O".
The guard checked the code on his computer, "Welcome".
The Salesman stepped forward. He had a meeting planned with the Frontman - nothing scary, just a general check in on how the recruitment process was going. Although, to the Salesman, he wasn't known as the Front Man but rather as In-Ho. They'd been working together for such a long time, and each of them was thrilled that they had found a fellow man as sadistic and sarcastically heartless as they were. Thus the status of their relationship transformed from employer and employee into two friends - they never agreed on that explicitly, but it was an unspoken fact.
The Salesman knocked on the door of In-Ho's office. In a few seconds, the man opened the door. His dark and brooding expression was immediately replaced with a sly smile at the sight of the Salesman, which the latter delightedly returned.
"You got a new suit", In-Ho remarked, still standing in the doorway.
The Salesman nodded, "One of those broke bastards attacked me and ruined by old one".
The Frotman glanced down, "This one has more pockets I see".
The Salesman nodded, before stepping forward.
"Hey", In-Ho said, blocking him, "How do I know that you aren't storing weapons in those pockets?"
It took a while for the Salesman to process the question. When he did, his expression dropped.
"Why would I have weapons on me, In-Ho".
"You refer to me as the Frontman", In-Ho responded.
The Salesman's heart sunk a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. He was completely oblivious to to his employer's mischievous tone. Noticing the Salesman's lack of awareness, the Frontman had to try really hard to suppress a grin.
"Er, Okay", the Salesman responded, trying with every ounce of his being to sound unphased and professional. The Salesman's desperate attempts highly amused In-Ho, making this exercise all the more fun.
"Great", he said with a formally polite smile, "Now could you please turn around so that I can give you a pat down".
The Salesman's cheeks went red with somber resignation, and he faced away from his boss as requested.
In-Ho couldn't help but chuckle now, "You forgot to lift your arms up".
The Salesman gulped, embarrassed that he had forgotten such a key part of protocol. He certainly didn't love formalities in this insance.
A million questions were running through his head - why was In-Ho doing this? Why had In-Ho changed his mind about their relationship? Were they even really friends in the first place, or had that all been wishful thinking on his part? I mean, being the character he was, it was pretty hard to find any friends, and if the Frontman were his buddy than he would have been his only one.....
The man's thoughts were interrupted by a rather stiff poke in his side, making him squeal and slap his arms down. Since when were pat-downs this rough?
"Excuse me?", he snapped at the Frontman. There was silence for a few seconds, before the Salesman remembered his current situation. Not only had he just lost his shit during a regular pat down, he had taken it out on the man who was simply performing his duty. He was humiliated at how unprofessional he had been.
Meanwhile, In-Ho scoffed, which the Salesman couldn't see as he had as back to him.
The Salesman coughed - "Sincerest apologies boss".
In-Ho put on his best stern tone, "Just make sure that it doesn't happen again".
The Salesman gulped. He lifted his arms, bracing himself. If the pat-down was going to be a bit rougher than usual, surely he could handle it.
As soon as he felt those hands return to his sides, he whimpered, and quickly bit his lip to prevent any further sound from coming out. The Frontman was firmly pressing up and down his sides, his fingers digging in slightly, causing shivers to run up his spine. This feeling was so alien to him, he couldn't quite place it. All he knew was that it was uncomfortable.
The Frontman than moved those wicked hands to his legs, and the Salesman felt his whole body jolt forward with a chuckle when his knee was squeezed. That was when it hit him. Shit, I'm still ticklish aren't I?
The Frontman smirked, "What was that?"
"Nothing", the Salesman responded, keeping his cool, "You probably just came into contact with one of my injuries by accident". Nice save, I'm thinking on my toes.
The Frontman, knowing this was bullshit, nevertheless decided to have fun with his employee for a little longer, "Okay, I apologize. It's almost done".
The Frontman than started patting his arms - first his shoulders, than under them, and than-
The Salesman felt a finger poke at his armpit, and squealed once again, jumping away from the touch.
In-Ho chortled, "What was that? Another injury?" Now his teasing tone was obvious.
All of a sudden, the Salesman realized what was going on. At first he was relieved - he did have a friend after all. But than he was overcome with borderline fury.
"Fuck you", he muttered menacingly, turning around, "That was not funny".
The Frontman laughed out loud, smacking the other's shoulder, "Aww, too bad, well I'm hoping that this will get a laugh out of you at least-"
Before the Salesman could process his words, In-Ho had grabbed his shirt collar, pinned him against his office door and immediately started digging into his sides.
The Salesman convulsed with a snort, before doubling over with loud, free laughter.
It was funny, his laughter was so innocent and adorable - it definitely didn't match his conniving and psychotic personality.
"Hehehehe, *snort*, fhuhuck ohohoff!"
The laughter was both high pitched and loud, an incredibly endearing combination - endearing for his attacker at least.
"Aww, is my recruiter a little sensitive on his sides?"
With that remark, the Frontman switched spots, pinching at his belly, "Is this any better?"
The Salesman screamed, thrusting his tummy forward in a futile attempt at resistance. The Frontman just chuckled evilly and pushed his stomach against the wall with the elbow of one arm, using the hand of the other arm to scribble and poke all around the Salesman's navel. The thin suit he wore provided minimal protection.
"Plehehease! I cahahan't!", the Salesman cried, his knees buckling beneath him, the Frontman having to hold him up to prevent him from collapsing.
"Hold on, this doesn't make any sense", In-Ho remarked in a matter-of-fact tone, delighting in how poking a particular spot just above his victim's navel made said victim squeak, "How could the man that I hired to recruit people for my deadly games have such a silly little weakness?"
The Salesman's face went pale - as it did when he was embarrassed. His version of blushing was all the blood rushing from his face, not to it. Another one of those quirks that made him all the more menacing - although it certainly wasn't the slightest bit menacing in this circumstnace.
That was when the Frontman had a wicked idea, (if he wasn't being an absolute asshole already). He lifted the Salesman into the air with his instructible muscles, and slowly laid him down on the ground.
It all happened too fast for the Salesman to think, but than the Frontman sat on his legs, straddling him, and giving him an evil smirk that said I'm about to tickle the shit out of you.
"Wh-what the fuck is your problem", the Salesman spat out, trying to repress the anticipatory giggles rising in his chest.
As previously mentioned, the Frontman was the Salesman's only friend. In fact, he was the only friend he'd had in his entire life. He'd never really developed the ability to empathize with anyone else. And because of that, he had never been tickled by anyone his age before. He had only ever been tickled by his parents, when he was a little kid, but that wasn't the same as being playfully attacked by someone your own age, as knowing that a person who had no instinctual reason to care for you actually sought out your joyous giggles...
The Frontman couldn't help but melt, just a little bit.
"Oh come on", he said in mock offence, "I'm just having a little fun. Iv'e actually been planning this moment for a while now..."
"Wh-what?"
"Oh, you heard me. Remember when you called me a few weeks ago on my birthday, and than you just informed me that you'd spotted 456 on your morning walk".
Oh yeah, the Salesman remembered that. He was trying to mess with In-Ho by making him think he'd forgotten his birthday. He did wish him happy birthday at the end of the call though. Still, he'd managed to pluck up the courage to take his desire for cruelty out on his boss, convinced that they were now close enough for it to be playful. It was playful.
The Frontman continued - "Well, you had a laugh at my expense. So than I thought, how can I get you back for this?". The Frontman tapped his chin, as if reliving the moment. "And than I remembered what I used to do to my little brother when he was making mischief, and was wondering if it would also work on you-"
The Frontman than tweaked the Salesman's sides, making him jolt with a giggle.
The Frontman beamed, "And I'm so glad it did".
For a moment the two just looked at each other.
And than that moment carried on for a few more moments.
So...when was he getting tickled?
"You know", the Salesman said, breaking the silence, "I thought that merely hearing 456's player number would be enough of a birthday gift, considering of how obsessed with him you are-"
Silence.
Than, scoffing, the Frontman raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? So your trying to provoke me into tickling you again, huh?"
The Salesman sputtered, "I-"
"Well, it worked".
And the room was once again filled with bubbly - informal - laughter.
Ahhhh I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out! I am already drowning in work ):
I really hope you enjoyed it!!
Your appreciation of my work means the world to me and I legitimately think you are all so awesome!!
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theresattrpgforthat · 10 months ago
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Protect the Child: Digital Glitch
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It was supposed to be a simple job. Get in, get a sample, get out, don't get caught. You didn't expect there to be a kid, locked up in a room like a mouse in a box. She says the corpos stole her away from her parents and stuck her full of needles. Now she's in your arms, hands over her ears while the alarm blares, and security drones are blocking your every exit. What do you do?
Digital Glitch is a new, cyberpunk setting for Protect the Child. It includes 7 pre-written characters, all members of a group of cyber-runners, criminals who go on high-stakes jobs to rob the mega-corporations called zaibatsus in order to keep themselves alive. Unfortunately, the lab they were attempting to rob also happened to hold a girl, whose genetic code has gave her super-senses and a hyper-sensitive nervous system after IrisLabs tried a new experimental procedure.
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You need the rules for Protect the Child in order to be able to play this game, but right now, since PtC is in playtesting, the rules are free!! Currently downloading the game gives you access to a Google Sheets play-kit. There is also a pdf in the works to be released at a later date.
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This play-set was designed for both the Kiwi Jam 2024, and the Dice Exploder Pregen Jam. It's list of inspirations include Hamixh Cameron's The Sprawl, Cory Doctorow's Unauthorized Bread, and ZebraMatt's 24XX Dire Pulse. It contains themes of Infertility, Exploitation, Police Violence, Capitalism, Disability, and Medical Horror.
Check it out today!
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afeelgoodblog · 2 years ago
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The Best News of Last Week - September 11, 2023
Sorry for not sending last week's issue as I got covid again :/ I passed it, so here's the best things that happened last week :)
1. The IRS plans to crack down on 1,600 millionaires to collect millions of dollars in back taxes
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The IRS announced on Friday it is launching an effort to aggressively pursue 1,600 millionaires and 75 large business partnerships that owe hundreds of millions of dollars in past due taxes. The newly announced tax collection effort will begin as soon as October. “We have more hiring to do,” Werfel said. “It’s going to be a very busy fall for us.”
2. The NGO African Parks announced it would purchase the world’s largest population of privately owned white rhinos
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Africa’s beleaguered rhinos have been thrown a significant lifeline with the announcement that nearly 2,000 semi-wild rhinos owned by South African rhino breeder John Hume will be “rewilded” into reserves across South Africa and other parts of the continent over the next 10 years.
3. Mexico supreme court decriminalizes abortion across country
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Mexico’s supreme court has unanimously ruled that state laws prohibiting abortion are unconstitutional and violate women’s rights, in the latest in a series of victories for reproductive rights activists across Latin America.
Wednesday’s ruling came two years after the court ordered the northern state of Coahuila to remove sanctions for abortion from its criminal code, a decision which prompted a tortuous state-by-state process of legal battles. So far 12 of Mexico’s 31 states have decriminalized the procedure.
4. The first human organ created inside an animal opens the door to manufacturing ‘spare parts’ for people
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It is a historic image. A team of researchers in China has successfully generated a blueprint of a human organ in another animal for the first time. The experiment, conducted with humanized kidneys in pig embryos, represents a step toward the still-distant dream of using other mammals as source of organs for transplants.
5. Study Shows a Single Dose of Psilocybin's Astonishing Impact on Depression and Could Change Medical Treatments of Mental Health Forever
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Psychedelics are making a comeback, and this time, they're dressed in the respectable garb of clinical research. Recent studies have reignited interest in these substances, particularly psilocybin, the active compound in magic mushrooms, as a potent treatment for major depressive disorder (MDD).
6. Missing cat reunited with owner after it disappeared during Alaska flooding
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Twenty-six days after he went missing, an adorable black and white cat named Leo has been reunited with his family. Brave Leo went missing after historic glacial flooding swept away his home and all his owner's belongings.
7. Dogs perform Mozart with orchestra in Denmark
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A classical music festival in Copenhagen, Denmark, has opened with some canine additions to the orchestra.
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literaryvein-reblogs · 6 months ago
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What are the laws? About ancient laws? I think there were old laws in the Chinese Empire that called for family extermination. your family was erased, but I don't know how much about it. I wanted to write the MC and sibling survived this law. and without them realizing it?
Writing Notes: The T'ang Code
Tang dynasty - (618–907 CE) or T'ang; Chinese dynasty that developed a successful form of government and administration on the preceeding Sui model, and stimulated a cultural and artistic flowering that amounted to a golden age.
Marked by strong and benevolent rule, successful diplomatic relationships, economic expansion, and a cultural efflorescence of cosmopolitan style, Tang China emerged as one of the greatest empires in the medieval world.
Merchants, clerics, and envoys from India, Persia, Arabia, Syria, Korea, and Japan thronged the streets of Chang’an, the capital, and foreign tongues were a common part of daily life.
This dynasty—like most—rose in duplicity and murder, and it subsided into a kind of anarchy. But at its apex, in the early 8th century, the splendour of its arts and its cultural milieu made it a model for the world.
The Tang dynasty also flourished because special attention was paid to molding an orderly society through the promulgation of sophisticated law codes. From ancient times, in China, law was viewed as an expression of the will of the emperor, whose pronouncements defined illegal conduct and proper punishments for it.
The T'ang Code
The T'ang Code contains 12 sections, and is divided into 2 parts:
an initial section expounding the general principles of criminal law, and
a second section setting forth the specific offenses covered, together with the punishment for each such act.
In the first years of the dynasty a series of criminal codes and administrative statutes were promulgated in order to govern the empire effectively.
Though only the Code has survived in entirety, we know from historical sources, as well as from still extant fragments, that there was a large body of written law in effect during the T'ang period.
There were 4 main divisions: the Code, the Statutes, the Regulations, and the Ordinances.
The Code reflects the position of the emperor as the most important link between the human and the natural worlds as well as the head of the government.
Offenses that involve the emperor or the imperial house are on a different level from those against other persons.
In such cases not only the criminal but also his family members would be executed and their possessions confiscated by the state.
Such crimes head a list of ten categories of offenses that were regarded as particularly heinous.
Not only were the punishments especially severe for persons who committed such offenses, but certain other procedural protections, usually available to those convicted of other crimes, were not allowed to them.
The Ten Abominations. The most serious offenses a person could commit.
Plotting rebellion
Plotting great sedition
Plotting treason
Contumacy
Depravity
Great irreverance
Lack of filial piety
Discord
Unrighteousness
Incest
The crimes included within the ten abominations are those that endanger the emperor or the state, those that are committed by subordinate members of the family or bureaucracy against their superiors, those that threaten the existence of the family, and those that involve black magic.
The penalties for the first 3 "abominations" called for punishment not only of the individual incriminated in the plot, but also of that person’s entire family (parents, children, brothers, and sisters) who were liable for penalties up to and including execution.
Rebellion against the imperial house is compared to natural calamities.
The intent of the Code toward those who plot either rebellion or great sedition is clearly stated in Article 32:
Plotting rebellion and great sedition are criminal to the utmost degree of censure and extermination. They defile the whole family and property and the eradication of evil must reach to the roots.
Clearly, then, the purpose of the law in such cases was not merely to punish the criminal, but rather to exterminate his whole family.
In traditional China, with its great emphasis on the continuation of the family, there could be no greater punishment than to end a family's name.
Officials could also be punished for the offenses of their family members. For example, if within the area under an official's control one of his family members committed extortion or accepted bribes, the official would be punished, even though he knew nothing of the crime.
Older members of families also had increased responsibility because of their status and reciprocity.
If they committed a crime together with other members of the family, only the person highest in generation of age was punished.
The younger members of the family escaped completely.
The same was true for other groups such as those living in monasteries or for teachers and their disciples. Where members of the same family committed a crime by the decision of the head of the household, only he was punished even though he took no part in the crime.
An excerpt from "The Tripartite Compact of Emperor Kao" (Han dynasty):
My Venerable Seniors! I know too well how long you, my fellow-countrymen, have suffered untold hardships under the harassing laws of the preceding dynasty, by which the criticizing of ·government was punished with the extermination of one's whole family, and even talking on the streets was prohibited under pain of decapitation
Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ⚜ More: References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs
Hope this helps with your writing, sounds really interesting so far.
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tsukimefuku · 1 year ago
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I have a Higuruma sfw crack head canon and I’m about to turn it into everybody’s problem
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This has been written by an actual criminal defense attorney specialized in continental law (which is the system in place in Japan) with free time on her hands.
So, from what we’ve learned, Higuruma has dedicated his career exclusively to being a criminal defense attorney. Given he’s 35 during the events in JJK, it’s safe to say he has been working with it for at least a decade.
So, as it is to be expected, since he has been called a genius numerous times, his knowledge of criminal law and criminal procedure law is probably off the charts. That has also been demonstrated when he’s debating the possible outcomes to put Sukuna under trial during chapter 244 (also, chef’s kiss 🤌 for mentioning the statute of limitations and code amendments that came in 2010. Whoever consulted for Gege did a WONDERFUL job).
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From what Higuruma has told us previously, Judgeman uses the six Japanese codes to give the sentencing: the Constitution, the Civil Code, the Criminal Code, the Commercial Code, the Code of Criminal Procedure, and the Code of Civil Procedure. I believe this might be a mistranslation, though, because the pachinko parlor prohibition seems to come from what we would call an ordinary bill, not one of the codes, but I digress.
Also, according to him, considering Judgeman is his shikigami, what he believes is feasible under interpreting a law becomes a possible verdict.
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With all that, I need to settle some things of being a specialized attorney for a long time.
What happens, more often than not, is that you become incredibly rusty (and kinda bad) at comprehending and interpreting other areas of law. That happens simply because the rationale of each area works very differently. For instance, I don’t understand or remember most of what I studied regarding labor law during law school, and I’ve been working exclusively with criminal law (as an intern and then a lawyer) ever since 2015.
So here’s my question: if judgeman, for whatever reason, had to judge civil, labor or commercial matters, considering it is bound by Higuruma’s own comprehension of the Japanese laws, would it give bizarre verdicts that wouldn’t make ANY sense in an actual Japanese Court of law?
My head canon is that YES, THAT WOULD DEFINITELY HAPPEN, AND IT WOULD BE FUNNY AS HELL.
Anyway, that’s it, thanks for reading my brainrot. 🦉
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allthecanadianpolitics · 1 year ago
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A Senate committee studying a bill to establish a criminal offence with respect to sterilization procedures heard emotional testimony from a survivor of coerced sterilization on Thursday.
"It's like you wiped out a generation," Nicole Rabbit, a member of Survivors Circle for Reproductive Justice, an organization for Indigenous women who are survivors of coerced and forced sterilization, told the committee in Ottawa.
Bill S-250 an Act to Amend the Criminal Code (sterilization procedures) would make forced and coerced sterilization punishable under the Criminal Code by up to 14 years in prison.
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Tagging: @politicsofcanada
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xhxhxhx · 9 months ago
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Eli got his ballot the other day.
I'm still trying to understand it.
I.
The ballot card itself consists of four pages, each 8.5 by 19 inches, each double-sided. It carries the mark of the Secretary of State, tint and watermark. Cal. Elec. Code § 13002.
The United States guarantees to every one of its States a republican form of government. That means that here the people rule, more or less directly. California leans to the "more" side.
There are fourteen offices on the ballot, for the United States, the State of California, the City and County of San Francisco, for the school and college board, and the transit district.
Then there are twenty-five ballot propositions, ten for the State, fourteen for the City and County, one for the school board, and none, I suppose, for the transit district.
The ballot card arrived with something that calls itself a Voter Information Pamphlet and Sample Ballot. The Pamphlet is actually a volume of 294 pages, printed and bound on stock that gives it the texture and dimensions of a slim phone book.
San Francisco is a small town that likes to think it's a big one.
It certainly gave itself a big book.
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Looking over the materials, I was troubled by how little I knew and understood about what Eli was asked to do.
To take on part of the government of the State, as the ballot asks you to, is a heavy thing. It takes intelligence and judgment to discriminate between the better and the worse.
It takes some amount of understanding. It takes more when you're asked not only about one candidate, but many, and not only about candidates, but about the laws themselves.
It takes knowledge of the offices and their powers. In a constitutional government, officers have the powers the laws give them, and assemblies the powers the constitution gives them.
And I don't know the constitution or the laws.
III.
The Constitution of the United States is a compact little instrument. It amounts to about 7,500 words across seven articles and twenty-seven amendments.
The compactness is by design. It is short because short instruments, and possibly only them, M‘Culloch v. Maryland, 17 U.S. (4 Wheat.) 316, 407 (1819), may be read and understood.
California's constitution is a beast of a different order.
California doesn't make it easy to read its constitution. But the State Legislature does periodically put out a volume with the federal and state constitutions, along with other instruments.
In its most recent edition, updated to November 8, 2022, the book is 467 pages. The federal constitution, with amendments, takes up 22 of those pages. The state constitution takes up 210.
I still haven't more than skimmed it.
IV.
I'm trying to read up on the constitution and the laws of California. The State doesn't make it easy.
California is sparing in its reproductions of its laws. California permits you to read individual articles whole, but not parts or titles, at least not titles with more than one chapter.
To read the whole of the California Penal Code, for example, as presented by the State, you would need to open something a little short of 680 separate addresses. The four parts and 34,400 sections of California's penal code demand nothing less.
In Canada, where criminal law and procedure are exclusively federal matters by virtue of Constitution Act, 1867, 30 Vict. c. 3, § 91(27), the Crown provides the entirety of the federal Criminal Code, RSC 1985 c C-46, at a single address or a single document.
In California, your 680 separate addresses are not law. They are not even evidence of the law. If you take your copy of the California Penal Code, as presented, before a state magistrate, they may decline to take it.
Because California does not guarantee that what it presents is the law. It does not authenticate those 680 separate addresses, at least. California does not authenticate codes, titles, or chapters it presents to you. It does authenticate, but only something much smaller. Sections.
California will authenticate an individual section of its written law for you. It will give you a PDF with a digital signature. A single, letter page. A single section and a vast, blank space. And a digital signature, courtesy of Adobe.
That's what California gives you. But to get the whole thing? To get the whole 34,400 sections of the California Penal Code, the 9,500 sections of the Civil Code, or the 61,000 sections of the Revenue and Taxation Code? Well.
You'll have to put those together yourself.
V.
That's what I'm doing. I'm trying to put them together myself.
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