#isabelle reams isabelleize

[nerds-yearbook]

The first issue of Tomorrow Knights was published with a June 1990 cover date. The events in the issue took place in the 21st century on Earth 90632. ("Working Class Stiffs" Tomorrow Knights 1, Marvel/Epic Comic Event)

[starttraction]

sun pays little mind to the sparks as the technician gets to work, instead fully engrossed in the story they weave about the most recent drama at the workplace. sure, they had jumped a little as seven bonked his head on the desk they were leaning on, but a little jolt of energy before their babysitting job starts doesn't hurt. if anything, seems it hurt seven more than sun.

" ugh! yeah, that's the guy. the kind of person that just scuh - reams 'peaked in high school.' you have such wonderful sensibilities, seven, makes complete sense he'd give you the creeps! " sun sighs with a flare of their rays, whirring in agitation at hearing the name. then they blink. and they gasp!

" isabelle?! she's another employee, right? are you telling me there was not only romance at the workplace... " they stage whisper, almost scandalized. " ... but an adulterer at the workplace?! "

they let the revelation hang in the air for a second. for dramatic effect, of course.

" tsk, you know what? i hope it was related, and i hope she really got at him. i shouldn't say it, i am not the type to promote violence, but if that was me? if i had a guy called noah who started flirting with other employees? i would have banned him from the daycare of life! for life! there would be a stage accident, and i wouldn't even have to say macbeth to make it happen! "

" though, isabelle's no saint, either. i don't know much about her, so maybe it's mean to speculate... buuuuuut... i mean, reaaaaally, what kind of person willingly gets into a relationship with a guy so obviously like that, you get what i mean? at a workplace, too! a reasonable person knows to keep work life and personal life separate! so, give me your thoughts, seven. do you think it was her thinking she could fix him, or do you think she's just as bad as he is? "

he begins pulling at the messed up wires, light sparks flying, " and, you're my favorite bot! but, don't tell the others, alright? seven doesn't want them to get jealous~ " he says, joking, he puts a finger up to his own lips in a shushing motion as he gives a wink. he then reaches into his tool-kit for a wire cutter, with a quiet snicker. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " but, i guess you're right, sunny! it rests on my shoulders... ahhh, the burden of a hero! " he says, laying the back of his hand on his forehead dramatically, snipping a few wires with the other with ease. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " --don't worry, i really don't mind! i'll get it fixed up, nice and good, just for you! okay? " he gives a bright smile, up at sun for a moment, before finally focusing back on his work, ducking his head, under the desk... that is, until seven sits up suddenly, proceeding to hit his head on the underside of the desk, at the rather juicy gossip he'd been given. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ " no shot--ow--no shot! seriously? " and he laughs, rubbing his head, where he had bumped it, " wait, wait, wait. is it noah? that guy gave me weird vibes from the start! " he gestures, pointing at sun, with his cutters, y'know, for emphasis. ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " plus, i heard him and, uh. isabelle, i think? " he rubs his chin, in thought, " they totally got into it, a big fight, in one of the break rooms or something? wonder if it's related... " ✉️‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[isabelleize]

EATING THE WORLD BY ISABELLEIZE

[love-toxin]

a/n: here's a commission piece i did recently for the lads 💕

cw: male! isabelle (ivan), vampire thorn/vampire ivan, kidnapped/captive reader, cheating, noncon, bloodsucking, drunk sex, rough sex.

word count: 1.2k

"They're a little skittish,"

"Are they, now?"

"They're not fond of strangers. It will take a little time for them to warm up."

"Not a problem. I'm a patient man, as you well know."

The two men share a healthy chuckle in the corridor, the chatter both friendly and cordial at the same time. It's almost baffling to think that the man you're peeking around the corner to spy on, as jovial and carefree as he seems, has been keeping you captive for months now inside his sprawling castle. You don't even know where you are, who he really is, or what you could possibly do to escape him….but those worries have passed through your mind so often that they're more like a routine than anything else, they're normal. 

But the man standing beside Thorn is new. You've heard his name but never seen him in person, and you've never listened to the voice that drawls like honey and spills into your ears with a rumble, no matter how far away he is. You can hear it even as you scamper away back towards your bedroom, and by the time you get there the front door to the main hall has closed with that telltale thud, and you know by the silence that falls over the castle that its master has taken his leave. 

You don't know what to think, now. You clamber atop your bed and snuggle yourself under the covers, and drift off hoping you don't wake up to any unwelcome knocking at your door. 

Was it in the house guest rules to pass out drunkenly on the lounging sofa? 

You're not completely certain, but the sight you caught from the corner of your eye on the way to the kitchen was enough to make you stop and investigate. Ivan looks large and intimidating even as he lays out on the furniture, curls of raven hair fanned out over the cushions and bloodred wine splattered on the collar of his white button up, which has also been unbuttoned all the way down to where it's still half-tucked into his tight pants. He seems at peace, and only then do you think to sneak off and hope he stays there the rest of the night--but the moment you turn to tiptoe out the room, something hot closes around your wrist and yanks you so hard you stumble backwards, landing square in the sleeping man's lap. Or at least he was sleeping, right up until you let your guard down and he saw his opportunity through half-lidded eyes. 

"Comfortable?"

Those rumbly tones trickle down your spine like a liquid sun, shivers dancing up and down your back to the point that you can't even try to mask it. But neither can he, when he sits up and you jolt at the stiff thing that tents his pants and prods you right in the small of your back. Ivan's breath hitches as you try to get up and rub against him in the process, unintentionally--but his grip is ironclad and invasive, one hand holding your arm back while the other squeezes your chest through the pesky fabric of your comfortable slip. 

"Th-Thorn's gonna know about this-!" 

Your voice brimming with panic, because you know this is against your master's rules, you squirm even harder and squeak out the pathetic threat--but somehow Ivan has so much confidence in the face of danger, and tweaks your nipple through your gown just to hear your voice break into a whine. 

"Fuck him." 

Your vision spins as you're twisted around and thrown against the cushions, Ivan swapping your places to loom over you with one hand braced against the arm of the sofa, and one already reaching beneath your clothing to smooth his fingertips up your inner thighs. His skin is so cold, and you didn't realize until just now how red his eyes are as they stare so deeply into you…..but not into your own, rather his gaze drops to the two punctures in your neck that are just starting to heal from earlier today. The emotion on his face is indescribable, you can't glean nearly anything from it--up until the moment that he growls and yanks your legs apart, so hard that you feel a painful twinge in your thighs that earns him a yelp for his efforts. 

"He's already had you today, hasn't he….I can smell him on you.."

His mumbling only heightens the adrenaline as he shoves his waistband down, the v of his strong hips making way for pale skin gone flushed, and his cock slips out and bobs to attention like he's been waiting for this since the moment he arrived. There's no need to move any clothing aside, since Thorn never lets you keep your underwear to yourself--and though the thought of him terrifies you, your body freezes and stiffens in place as Ivan pushes the tip against you, trying to gain purchase until the moment comes when he slips in and the world slows around you. 

"I-Ivan-!"

The stretch is too much, it aches at first with the lack of preparation, but he keeps going and slides in deeper with a hand on your belly to keep you still. And though his expression betrays nothing more than a wicked smugness, you can feel the heat rising to his face the more he claims you, your walls pulsing around him like a saccharine rhythm that he's starting to get addicted to. He bucks once he's deep enough and there's no coming back from there--a shriek loses itself in your lungs as your throat tightens, and the lounging room is filled with gasps and the wet shucking sounds of him reaming you, along with a moan here and there when he hits one of those sinful spots inside you. 

"What? You're used to this, no? Or are you saying Thorn isn't quite this much to handle?" 

Ivan dips down close, your lips nearly touching, to murmur that thought out loud. You can smell the alcohol on his breath now, the way he slurs a word every so often….but he doesn't expect an answer, especially not when he lets out an unexpectedly loud groan and collapses on top of you, face buried in your neck and nothing but his hips still rolling to draw those beautiful sounds from your lungs. 

"I knew I liked you." 

The throbbing of his cock inside you feels as if it's curved right up into your belly, his drunken thrusts so powerful you dread to think of what he could do sober. But the soreness you know is coming ebbs away in favour of a new pain that suddenly blossoms in your neck, a sharp pinch followed by an ache you've only just felt a few hours prior--the scream bubbling up in your throat is strangled and snuffed out by his weight on top of you, and instead you lie cramped and bent to the curve of his bare hips as he sucks at your neck, blood flooding into his mouth and melting on his tongue as he laps at the wounded skin. The pain of his fangs sinking into you nearly distracts you from his near-bruising thrusts as he chases his end too, and the burn of having your blood sucked away is almost soothed by the warm bursts of cum splattering inside you. 

Ivan tiredly kisses the spot better, new punctures replacing the ones that Thorn gave you before he left for his trip this morning--and only one thought remains as you feel dizziness take over and your vision fade to black: "God, please don't let Thorn find out."

[dreamerrgirl]

Something You Need to Hear

Here is a quick Chenford fanfic for you all, based after S3 Ep 6, Revelations. As a few of you have mentioned on here, it was painful to watch the episode end without anyone being there for Tim to remind him that he is a good person, so here’s my interpretation on how that should have happened. Hope you enjoy! - Tim’s P.O.V. - After leaving the station that afternoon, Tim couldn’t stop Beth’s angry words from playing on a loop in his head. Usually when something was bothering him, getting in an extra intense gym session would do the trick, but not this time. Because this time, her words had hit a little too close to home. “Now your hands are tied? Hypocritical bastard… how am I supposed to feed my kids? You are a cop, you’re supposed to look out for one of your own.” She wasn’t wrong, especially about the hypocrite part. He hadn’t been wrong either when he told her that it was Mack who did this to her, not him, but he couldn’t deny his part in all of this. Maybe that was why he found himself tossing and turning all night long, fading in and out of consciousness as he dreamed about the day he discovered Isabel’s addiction, watching her walk down the driveway and climb into her car one final time as she left him. The past blended seamlessly with reality as he re-lived the weeks of his internal struggle, fighting with himself over what he should, or shouldn’t do to fix it. As the night finally gave way to day, Tim found himself groggy, slightly disoriented, and well on his way to having a pounding headache, all before 6am. Speaking from experience, Tim knew that going to work in this condition was a recipe for disaster. Even the slightest impairment in his reflexes and judgement could be the difference between someone’s life and death, and Tim wasn’t sure he was in the right headspace to be responsible for yet another person’s grief today. Not to mention the fact that Lucy had chosen yesterday of all days to become interested in undercover work. He was definitely not in the mood to listen to her chatter on about how awesome it had been, and how much she was looking forward to doing it again. He hated to do this, especially during her last few days of training, but he felt like he had no other choice. For only the second time in his police career, Tim reached for his phone to call in for a personal day. - Lucy’s P.O.V. - Lucy tapped her fingers nervously against the steering wheel as she followed the GPS instructions, wondering for the millionth time if this was a good idea or not. As soon as Grey had told her that Tim was taking a personal day, she knew something was wrong. While she hadn’t known her T.O. for more than a year, she knew in her bones that Tim Bradford was not the kind of guy who took personal days lightly. That hunch only became more solidified after Grey mentioned that Tim had officially reported Mack to Internal Affairs at the end of yesterday’s shift. Then, while spending the day on desk duty, Lucy found out from one of the officers who had worked the desk yesterday that Beth had stopped by to ream Tim out before he left, and that she hadn’t held back. After hearing that, Lucy had made the decision right then and there that she was going to pay Tim a visit after work. She wasn’t sure how he was going to react to her showing up out of the blue, especially since she knew he wouldn’t want to talk about it, but there was something she felt like he needed to hear, and she wasn’t about to let it go. So, after sneakily running his name through the system, she got his address, and now here she was, only a block away from his house. ‘What the hell,’ she thought, turning onto his street. ‘What’s the worst that could happen?’ As she pulled into his driveway, she saw Kujo come flying around the corner of the yard, barking his head off until she got out of the car. “Come here Kujo!” she called to him, smiling as he excitedly charged towards her, his barks turning into excited whines. “Hey boy, I missed you!” she said, squatting down to rub his belly.

“Boot, what the hell are you doing here?” Tim’s voice rang out from the front door, and Lucy flinched as she recognized his ‘no nonsense T.O. voice’.

Standing up, Lucy took a deep breath as she walked towards the house, stopping at the bottom stair of the front porch. “I um, I heard about what happened yesterday after we got back to the station, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for that. And I just wanted you to know, that you did the right thing, and that no matter what Beth said, you are not a bad person. She’s just angry, and taking it out on you is a lot easier than taking it out on her husband right now.”

Tim crossed his arms as he stared her down. “You came halfway across town during rush hour traffic just to tell me that?”

Lucy pressed her lips into a straight line as she dipped her head down in a quick nod. “Pretty much, yeah. I knew you would be beating yourself up over it, and I needed you to know that you shouldn’t be.”

“And this wasn’t something you couldn’t have told me in say, I don’t know, a text, or a phone call?”

Shrugging, Lucy replied, “It felt like something you should hear in person.”

“Boot,” he said, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Wait, how did you get my address?” he asked, his eyebrows narrowing in suspicion.

“Oh, I uh, asked Angela?” she said unconvincingly, the increase in pitch at the end of her sentence betraying her.

“I swear, if you ran a background check on me…”

“You’ll let it go just this once?” she finished for him, giving him her best innocent puppy face.

Tim threw his hand up in the air while rolling his eyes, which Lucy took as a yes.

“Great. Well, I should probably get going, I have a spin class to get to.” Turning away from him, Lucy leaned down to say goodbye to Kujo before heading towards her car.

“Lucy,” she heard him call, and a shot of electricity ran through her, just as it did every time he used her real name.

Keeping one hand on the door handle, she turned back around to find him staring at her, his hands buried in his pockets.

“Thank you,” he simply said, giving her an appreciative nod.

Smiling, Lucy nodded back, adding, “You riding with me tomorrow?”

She watched as a real, genuine Tim Bradford smile started breaking out over his face at hearing her familiar words. He ducked his head, trying to hide it from her, but she would recognize that smile anywhere.

“Yeah,” he confirmed, stepping aside to let Kujo back into the house.

“Good, war bags need restocking,” she teased him, half expecting him to throw one of Kujo’s tennis balls at her.

“Good point, better get in early for that Boot,” he teased her right back, shaking his head in amusement.

“Yes sir,” Lucy said, laughing as she opened her car door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes you will,” he said, raising his hand in farewell as he stepped back into the house. Lucy shut her car door with a slam, smiling to herself as she turned on the engine, feeling like she had more than accomplished what she came here to do.

[transparenttriumphzombie]

Dawn Langley Pepita Simmons (probably 1922– 18 September 2000) was a prolific English author and biographer. Born as Gordon Langley Hall, Simmons lived her first decades as a male. As a young adult, she became close to British actress Dame Margaret Rutherford, who she considered an adoptive mother, and who was the subject of a biography Simmons wrote in later years. After sex reassignment surgery in 1968, Simmons wed in the first legal interracial marriage in South Carolina.

Simmons' parents were servants at Sissinghurst Castle, the English estate of biographer Harold Nicolson and his novelist wife, Vita Sackville-West. Simmons was born in Sussex as Gordon Langley Hall to Jack Copper, Vita Sackville-West's chauffeur, and another servant, Marjorie Hall Ticehurst, before they were married. Although she claimed to have been born with an unusual condition that resulted in the swelling of her genitals with the result that she was mistakenly identified as a boy, Charleston author Edward Ball's book Peninsula of Lies (2004) states that she was born male.

As a child, Simmons was raised by her grandmother and at one point visited the castle and met Virginia Woolf, Sackville-West's lover. Woolf made Sackville-West the subject of the novel Orlando: A Biography, which bears a striking resemblance to Simmons' own life story.

In 1946 Simmons emigrated to Canada. Still living as a man, she crew cut her hair and became a teacher on the Ojibway native reserve on Lake Nipigon, experiences from which were translated into the best-selling Me Papoose Sitter (1955)—the first of many published books.

After a stint as an editor for the Winnipeg Free Press, Simmons moved back to England in 1947, to teach theater at the Gregg School in Croydon, Surrey. She moved to the United States in 1950, and became the society editor for the Nevada Daily Mail in Missouri before moving to New York and working as the society editor of the Port Chester Daily Item. Shortly after moving to New York, Simmons met artist Isabel Whitney, beginning a friendship that would last until Whitney's death in 1962.

During this time, Simmons began a prolific writing career, including a series of biographies which covered personalities such as Princess Margaret (1958), Jacqueline Kennedy (1964), Lady Bird Johnson (1967), and Mary Todd Lincoln (1970) among many more. While living in Whitney's New York townhouse in the 1950s, Simmons was introduced to Margaret Rutherford and her husband Stringer Davis. Rutherford, interested in meeting Simmons to discuss a role in a possible adaptation of Me Papoose Sitter, became enamored with the young author and she and Davis agreed to serve as unofficial adoptive parents. Subsequently, Simmons and Whitney purchased a house in Charleston, South Carolina, though Whitney would die two weeks later, leaving Simmons the house and $2 million.

The mansion Simmons purchased with Whitney, was located in the Anson borough neighborhood of Charleston, a neighborhood known for housing the city's queer elite.[2][5] Simmons began restoring the house, and designed the interior with early American antiques and furniture by Thomas Chippendale. Much later, shortly before her death, her pursuit of Chippendale pieces brought her into contact with Edward Ball, a journalist whose family had owned a Chippendale-style commode, and who would later write a biography about her.

In her autobiographical books, Simmons said she was born intersex with ambiguous genitalia, as well as an internal uterus and ovaries, and was inappropriately assigned male at birth. Simmons underwent sex reassignment surgery at Johns Hopkins Hospital in 1968, carried out by Dr. Milton Edgerton.[5] In Ball's Peninsula of Lies, he disputes Simmons claim that she was intersex, suggesting instead that Simmons had male genitalia and was unable to bear children.

Simmons legally changed her name to Dawn Pepita Langley Hall, and became engaged to John-Paul Simmons, then a young black motor mechanic with dreams of becoming a sculptor. Their marriage on 21 January 1969 was the first legal interracial marriage in South Carolina, and the ceremony was carried out in their drawing room reportedly after threats to bomb the church.  After a second ceremony in England, the crate containing their wedding gifts was firebombed in Charleston, and Simmons received a ticket the next day when the charred remains were obstructing a sidewalk.

On 17 October 1971, her daughter, Natasha Margienell Manigault Paul Simmons, was born, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.[5] Ball claims to have been told by John-Paul Simmons that Natasha was his child from another relationship, although "Natasha fervently believed Dawn was her mother".

After an intruder raped Simmons and broke her arm, the family moved to Catskill, New York.

In 1982, she divorced John-Paul Simmons, who had been abusive and suffered from schizophrenia.[5] After spending several years in Hudson, New York, she moved in with her daughter and three grandchildren, who had returned to Charleston.[2] In 1985, while back in Charleston, Simmons was featured as an extra in several scenes of ABC's miniseries North and South.

In her final years, Simmons developed Parkinson's disease, and died at her daughter's home on 18 September 2000.

In the 1987 film Withnail and I, set in 1969, the character Marwood reads a tabloid newspaper article about Gordon Langley Hall, entitled "I Had to Become a Woman".[8][9] Author Jack Hitt profiled Simmons in a 1996 episode of This American Life titled "Dawn".[10] Hitt, a native of Charleston, had grown up down the street from Simmons. From interviews, including with Simmons, Hitt assembled stories of her transsexuality, interracial marriages in the South, her rumoured voodoo powers, and rumoured hosting of a full-fledged debut for her chihuahua. Hitt expanded the piece for publication in the October 1998 GQ.

Saraband for a saint: A modern morality play in two acts (1954)

Me Papoose Sitter (1955)

The Gypsy Condesa (1958)

Princess Margaret (1958)

Golden boats from Burma: The life of Ann Hasseltine Judson, the first American woman in Burma (1961)

Peter Jumping Horse (1961)

The two lives of Baby Doe (1962)

Vinnie Ream: The story of the girl who sculptured Lincoln (1963)

Jacqueline Kennedy: A biography (1964)

The Sawdust Trail: The story of American evangelism (1964)

Dear Vagabonds: The story of Roy and Brownie Adams (1964)

Osceola (1964)

Mr Jefferson's Ladies (1966)

Lady Bird and her daughters (1967)

William, Father of The Netherlands (1969)

A rose for Mrs. Lincoln: A biography of Mary Todd Lincoln (1970)

Man into woman: a transsexual autobiography (1971)

All for Love (1975)

Rosalynn Carter: Her Life Story (1979)

Margaret Rutherford: A blithe spirit (1983)

The Two Worlds of Pearl S. Buck (1992)

She-Crab Soup (1994)

Dawn: A Charleston Legend (1995)

[fatehbaz]

Dreams, anticolonial maps, place-making and place-naming, Mapuche autonomy, poetry in Chile:

In Wallmapu, many recent protests have centered on mega-development projects like the Pangue and Ralco Dams on the Bio Bio River and the massive expansion of the logging industry, all of which have weakened Indigenous territorial autonomy. Where the pacification campaigns of the 1800s, reduced the Mapuche to a mere 5 percent of their previous territory, the incursion of neoliberalism in Chile has further confined them [...]. [T]he substantial growth in agribusiness over the past three decades has place even greater pressures on the Mapuche community [...]. Many Mapuche have engaged in acts of protest [...]. Joanna Crow observes that “by the end of the 1990s, major regional and national newspapers were bombarding readers with images of burned-out forestry vehicles and stick-wielding, masked Mapuche in the ‘conflict zone’ of Araucania” [...]. The Green Scare on Turtle Island thus has direct parallels in Wallmapu, where the Mapuche protest powerful lumber corporations, whose practice of clear-cutting temperate rainforests to create tree farms has the effect of leaching the soil and polluting rivers and groundwater. [...] [M]ainstream discourse perpetuates an image of the Mapuche as dangerous subversives who disturb the harmony of a new democratic and prosperous Chile. [...]

[H]ow do Mapuche writers combat the coloniality of terror [...]?

Political poetry is a well-established tradition in Chile, where the works of Vicente Huidobro, Pablo de Rokha, Pablo Neruda, and many others frequently touch on domestic and international conflicts, from Popular Unity and Pinochet to the Spanish Civil War and the Cuban Revolution. [...] Neruda’s influence is evident in the next generation of Mapuche authors as well; Elicura Chihuailaf translated several of his poems into Mapudungun [...]. Nonetheless, poetry ostensibly serves a different function for Mapuche authors writing against the logic of the state than for a Chilean diplomat and statesman [...]. In the introduction to Paulo Huirimilla’s anthology of Mapuche political poetry, Weichapeyuchi ul / Cantos de guerrero (Warrior Songs, 2012), Amado Lascar contends that the term “political” does not refer here to the fatherland or polis, as the root of the word implies. Instead, it denotes an autonomy rooted in a conception of the world in conflict with the established order. As a result, the goal is not to secure a subaltern position within that system but rather to envision the full exercise of Mapuche sovereignty. [...]

My point is not simply that everything is political -- or at least not that everything is equally political -- but rather that there are multiple different forms of resistance. [...] [P]oetics would thus comprise not only weichapeyuchi ul in a restricted sense of the term but also poems about dreams and the space above us where spirits reside.

The motif of perwma, or dreams, is nearly ubiqituous in Mapuche poetry. Not only does it appear in the titles of five works by the two most well-known Mapuche writers, Elicura Chihuailaf and Leonel Lienlaf, but it is also a recurrent theme for others, such as Maribel Mora Curriao, Cesar Millahueique, and Maria Isabel Lara Millapan.

In Jaime Huenun’s anthology Epu mari ulkatufe te fachantu / 20 poetas mapuche contemporaneos (20 Contemporary Mapuche Poets, 2003), 16 of the authors reference dreams explicitly, and the words sueno (dream) and sonar (to dream) appear a total of 68 times in 112 poems. Less frequent are similar, related terms like dormir (to sleep), dormirse (to fall asleep), despertarse (to wake up), cerrar los ojos (to close one’s eyes), profecia (prophesy), and perrimontun, the Mapudungun term for the visions and supernatural experiences of a machi, or spiritual leader [...].

[D]reams constitute a key mechanism for communicating [...] and the daily practice of recounting and interpreting them helps to maintain a sense of community. As a result, they also provide the means to cultivate a kind of knowledge that differs from Western science [...]. For example, Swiss geographer Irene Hirt worked with Mapuche lonkos from 2004 to 2006 in an intercultural countermapping project in Chodoy lof mapu, south of Temuco. The project consisted of combining GPS technology with Indigenous cartographic knowledge communicated through dreams and dreaming practices, such that both techniques functioned in tandem to locate sacred, cultural, and historic sites. Based on the team’s findings, the government officially recognized the land claims of communities in Chodoy and Quemchue in 2007.

The Chodoy lof mapu map exemplifies a collaborative research model that serves the Mapuche movement’s political goals of territorial repatriation, rather than simply using Indigenous knowledge in the service of scientific discovery. [...]

By extension, the centrality of dreams in Mapuche literature not only illustrates their cultural significance but also affirms the power of poetic language to bridge the divide between visible and invisible worlds [...].

---

Hannah Burdette. Revealing Rebellion in Abiayala. 2019.

[jupiters-in-ruins]

Stained

If You're Meant To Come Back - Justin Jesso

Oh how I wanted it to be you so badly. Im the fool here, I let hope escalate the love I possess for you. So naive of me. I ignored the instinct to not get too close, I turned a blind eye to it because hope convinced me otherwise. My heart is stained of you, it will not wash away. Soaking myself in bleach in the hopes it removes the stain of you. Only to bleach the reaming happiness I have, yet relentlessly you still remain; blemishing me. Not matter how desperately I try to remove the memories, I will perpetually be stained of you.

- isabel

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Kenneth Reams was sentenced to death in 1993 when he was 18 years old for a crime he did not commit. Since then he has been incarcerated on Arkansas’ death row, spending every day of the past 26 years in solitary confinement...

Despite being sentenced to death as a teen, then housed in solitary confinement—spending twenty-three hours a day in a cell no bigger than a parking space—Kenneth found redemption from within. He found an outlet in art—using whatever materials he could find—and writing. His work began to be appear in art shows in both the States and abroad. Working with his wife, Isabelle, and outside supporters, in 2012, he founded Who Decides, Inc., a nonprofit organization dedicated to using art to get the public to think about capital punishment, solitary confinement, and mass incarceration.

While a post-conviction judge overturned his death sentence—a decision affirmed by the Arkansas Supreme Court—he remains incarcerated for the capital murder he did not commit. He is working with organizations such as the NAACP Legal Defense & Educational Fund and other supporters to bring attention to his case. In the recent past, he has spoken remotely to audiences about his life and experience in the criminal justice system at a number of universities, including Princeton University, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, the University of Miami School of Law, and the University of Arkansas. An award-winning documentary, titled FREE MEN, premiered recently and focuses on his case, his art and his story of human resilience; the documentary has been shown to audiences across the globe in places such as Beirut, Buenos Aires, Geneva, Islamabad, Tokyo, Italy and Vienna and many more, winning Human Rights Awards and inspiring thousand of people.

It is time for Kenneth to be freed. He faces adversity few will ever understand and possesses fortitude beyond compare.

[mollyringle]

88 Lines About 44 Women Writers

So, I heard that '80s song about 44 women, and I decided to write...

88 LINES ABOUT 44 WOMEN WRITERS

Enheduanna was a poet From four thousand years ago, Sappho, too, wrote lyric lines For lovers we may never know

Murasaki’s Tale of Genji Might be the first novel ever, Hildegard knew plants and music, Mystical and wise and clever

Héloïse became a scholar, Writing reams to Abelard, Veronica the courtesan Penned poems, earning high regard

Aphra was a spy and playwright, Boldly blazing cagey trails, Marie-Catherine charmed the salons With her retold fairy tales

Mary wrote on rights of women, Did her gender proud and fine, And her daughter, also Mary, Gave the world a Frankenstein

Jane created Mr. Darcy, Satirized society, George’s books (or Mary Anne’s) Show kindness and variety

Elizabeth, she loves thee, let her count the ways, Her romance soars, Charlotte gave us Rochester And Jane Eyre out upon the moors

Emily is famed for Heathcliff, Turbulent and dark and grim, Anne wrote with more realism, Sensible and calm and prim

Christina held a Goblin Market, Lovely, eerie, and fantastic, George romanced Chopin and kept her Gender expression elastic

Harriet, with Uncle Tom, Helped to encourage abolition, Emily wrote eighteen hundred Poems despite her shy condition

Louisa and her little women Still cause us to rhapsodize, Edith scored the Pulitzer, The first woman to win the prize

Virginia urged a room of one’s own For all women who would write, Colette captivated France As actor, novelist, playwright

Lucy Maud, she brought us Anne, Now we all love Green Gables Farm, Gertrude’s streams of consciousness Challenge as they also charm

Agatha’s detectives make her Outsell all the rest of us Young Anne writing from an attic Had faith in the best of us

Simone wrote of politics, And culture, existentially, Daphne’s stories (see Rebecca) Gained fame exponentially

Anaïs’ journals And erotica are wise and stirring Flannery has Southern whimsy With plenty of grace recurring

Harper’s Scout and Atticus Have earned spots in posterity, Maya told the truth of life With starkness and hilarity

Shirley scared the hell out of us With Hill House and other stories, Octavia gave us a glimpse Into the future’s trials and glories

Dorothy’s witty verse could cut you, Every line a wicked smirk, Gabriela taught and wrote And earned the Nobel for her work

Mary wrote beloved poems, Nature-loving and inspiring, Isabel crafts magic novels, Of her whimsy we’re admiring

Judy helped us all get through Puberty with lessened pain, Toni’s prose on race and life Earns her fame; long may she reign

Ursula took us from Earthsea To new planets far away, Margaret’s handmaids made us shiver; May her wisdom light our way!

Women referenced:

1. Enheduanna

2. Sappho

3. Murasaki Shikibu

4. Hildegard of Bingen

5. Héloïse d’Argenteuil

6. Veronica Franco

7. Aphra Behn

8. Marie-Catherine Le Jumel de Barneville, Baroness d'Aulnoy

9. Mary Wollstonecraft

10. Mary Shelley 

11. Jane Austen

12. Mary Anne Evans (George Eliot)

13. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

14. Charlotte Brontë

15. Emily Brontë

16. Anne Brontë

17. Christina Rossetti

18. George Sand

19. Harriet Beecher Stowe

20. Emily Dickinson 

21. Louisa May Alcott

22. Edith Wharton

23. Virginia Woolf

24. Colette

25. Lucy Maud Montgomery

26. Gertrude Stein 

27. Agatha Christie

28. Anne Frank

29. Simone de Beauvoir 

30. Daphne du Maurier 

31. Anaïs Nin 

32. Flannery O’Connor

33. Harper Lee 

34. Maya Angelou

35. Shirley Jackson

36. Octavia Butler

37. Dorothy Parker

38. Gabriela Mistral

39. Mary Oliver

40. Isabel Allende 

41. Judy Blume

42. Toni Morrison

43. Ursula K. LeGuin

44. Margaret Atwood

[cassandraclare]

Queen of Air and Darkness

bluiiieee said: This might have been answered before but I didn’t see so, why did Annabel get the cover/title if she was only in half the book? I was thinking it was because the events of QOAAD wouldn’t have come to pass if it hadn’t been for her? Almost everything was direct correlation with her being raised and what happened in the council meeting?

Well, mostly because that isn’t how covers and titles work. They’re not always meant to be literal. On occasion they can be, but it’s a bit like being like “Why is there a frayed red ribbon on the cover of Eclipse when Bella is never tied up with red ribbons?” or “Why is there a candle being blown out on the cover of Looking for Alaska when nobody blows out a candle and the book is not about candles?”

As for titles: In Clockwork Prince, the clockwork prince is Mortmain, who never appears in the book. The Lord of Shadows is the Unseelie King, who appears less than Annabel. There is no city made of ashes in City of Ashes. The Art of Racing in the Rain is about a dog and contains no racing or rain. The Jungle is about a city. There are no dogs in Reservoir Dogs (or any reservoirs.) You get the picture. :D Sometimes a title refers to something specific in a book or film — sometimes it doesn’t.

The point of covers (and to a lesser extent, titles) is to evoke a mood, thought, or image, not to specifically label or depict the events of the book. This is especially true where covers are concerned. Covers can have absolutely nothing to do with the events of a book because the point of them is to create a mood or a feeling or even just to spark curiosity, not to depict scenes.

In terms of Annabel being on the cover of Queen of Air and Darkness, there’s multiple reasons: it was easy to pick Emma and Julian, as the protagonists, to be on the earlier covers, but among secondary characters it’s hard to pick one — Mark isn’t more important than Cristina who isn’t more important than Ty or Kit who aren’t more important than Diana. Also, given the sinister nature of the title, matching that title to a character implies something dark going on with that character, which is true in the case of Annabel but not, say, Cristina. Picking the villain for the last cover of a series is pretty classic — Sebastian is on City of Glass, and partly again because it wasn’t possible to pick between Isabelle, Simon and Alec. But also because whether villains are on page or not, their off-page decisions drive a lot of the action and shape the story.

SPOILERS FOR QUEEN OF AIR AND DARKNESS BELOW

The image of Annabel for Queen was carefully chosen: it’s Annabel on the battlefield as she appears to Julian at the end of the book. Whether you feel Annabel is a significant character or not, it’s a significant image. When Julian sees her — and remember, it isn’t even her, it’s a demon, so technically one could ask why Sarlath the Warlord* is on the cover — she’s in the red dress she wore in Thule, and has no runes: the dress is red, symbolizing blood spilled (Livvy’s blood, Annabel’s blood, blood in battle.) That specific image is what distracts Julian on the battlefield long enough for Zara to stab Emma in the back and set off the parabatai curse, causing Julian and Emma to become True Nephilim. The parabatai curse and how it plays out is the main plot of the book, the center around which everything else turns, and this image is what activates its final chapter.

You’re definitely correct that things wouldn’t have come to pass as they did if it wasn’t for Annabel, and she also represents the dark mirror to Emma and Julian: what they could have become (defined by revenge, love turned to violence) if things hadn’t turned out the way they did. Also, Annabel simply makes for a striking visual image where Horace Dearborn does not. (I will say it’s also almost impossible to get any publisher to put a male character on the cover or spine of a book with a word like “Princess” or “Queen” on it — which is why Tessa was on the cover of book 3 of Infernal Devices instead of book 1, despite being the protagonist. They knew neither of the boys could be on a book with “Princess” on the cover. And that is partly why Cristina is on the spine of Queen of Air and Darkness, fighting alongside Emma and Jules. Also cause she’s awesome.)

As for the title, while Queen of Air and Darkness refers to Annabel, again, it is there partly to evoke a mood. The Queen of Air and Darkness is usually considered to be Mab, the queen of faeries, and partly the title is meant to evoke the importance of faerie in the books. When book titles are inspired by or taken from poetry, you can expect that they are not literal, but metaphorical in nature, or that they may touch on a mood or idea referenced in even a single page (or not at all). Why is Catcher in the Rye named after a poem that is recalled by the main character only briefly? Reams have been written about the question, as referential titles are often the most open to interpretation. Which is part of the fun. :)

* Not his real name.

[pescekhete]

In the depth of the surface

Exhibition view

Ex Fabbrica Orobia

with: Michael Bevilacqua, Alain Biltereyst, Marco Bongiorni, Ry David Bradley, Andrea Carpita, Nyah Isabel Cornish, Ditte Gantriis, Corinna Gosmaro, Folkert de Jong, Pesce Khete, John Knuth, Andrea Kvas, Asger Dybvad Larsen, Tiziano Martini, Claudio Onorato, Josh Reames, Joe Rehsen, Alice Ronchi, Santiago Taccetti, Graham Wilson.

2016

[isabelleize]

Dots: World v. DNA bu Isabelleize 

[quilloftheclouds]

4 and 8 for Colin!!

[From this ask game]

Oohhh, some for Colin! How intriguing~

4. How does your oc fare in the dark? Are they scared? Do they trip over things really easily or navigate like they have night vision? (Or do they have night vision?)

Mate. Mate. He can’t even. Walk properly during the day without tripping over everything and nothing at all. What are you even asking? What?

That said, Colin isn’t scared of the dark at all. He’s fairly used to it, and his night vision is actually pretty good! He just can’t move without his clumsiness kicking in.

8. Does your oc prefer being in a crowd or being completely alone? How many people can be around them before they get uncomfortable?

At his most comfortable when he’s feeling sociable, it’s a group of 5-10 people he’s close to. When he’s on low energy for social interaction, it’s 1-2 of his close friends (aka Isabel and/or George). Of course, he certainly enjoys performing for a larger group, either through stories or through fiddling, but he does prefer having more one-on-one experiences with people, since that’s how you have the best interactions!

You might also be surprised to learn that Colin doesn’t fare well in huge crowds. One, he’s a pirate. That’s kinda illegal. Two, tripping into people is really easy for him, and getting shoved around isn’t fun. He’s too polite, honestly. He doesn’t want to get in people’s way, but then you realize he’s actually a broad-shouldered, fairly muscular fellow. Kinda difficult to slip through reams of people when that’s true.

Thank you for the ask!

[jmblyajones]

ROSWELL, NM 1X10

1. Max’s face when Liz was going to leave sent MY HEART! I just love them and want to keep them safe at ALL times

2. Seriously once again, even though I hate reliving Michael’s past, it is incredibly important to who he is. But I love when Vlamis gets Gurein all teary-eyed

3. Noah pulled a gun out, I CANT 😩😂 (it’s understandable though lol). Welp I realize that our aliens were teenagers and the youth of their classmates could influence what they did with the 3’s secrets. Soo I guess wondering about Isobel’s hypocrisy on the subject (like how she treated the Max and Liz situation) was kinda not warranted. I mean they are mature adults now. Anyways Isabel had no choice but to tell Noah everything

4. I swear Isobel’s second personality is the 4th alien! BET 😌

5. Maria has magical psychic powers! However she couldnt even figure out Alex and Michael were a thing? 🤔 Y’all really be playing my girl here. Alex is so damn SHADY lmao. And Maria’s face at the end of the scene showed that she did not believe a LICK of what she was saying “meant nothing” my ass

6. Isobel trying to railroad Liz while not railroading Liz into helping her out. Smh

7. I’m really thinking Alex will keep the last reaming piece of the ufo so Michael won’t leave.

8. Alex and Kyle> Max and Jenna: I live for an investigator duo!

9. I swear Michael and Isobel using their psychic connection is the coolest thing ever!

10. I KNEW ISOBEL 2.0 lOoooved Rosa. Now why tf would she kill her.

11. I feel like Noah accepted Isobel strangely ASAP. Somethings fishy

12. Michael and Maria got my heart beating out my chest. They want each other sooo bad 😩

13. This 4th alien is fucking shit UP! That last scene OH MY GOSH! “I can be that MAN” Can’t wait for the reveal 👀👀

[hufflepuff-ravenclaw-reviews]

Proven Innocent Season 1 Episode 12

As you might imagine, following the end of the previous episode, Bellows goes in front of the press to crow about this arrest.

Meanwhile, Madeline is being harassed in prison by the guards who are denying her any basic rights beyond clothes, food, and a bed. And there's little that she can do about it.

Violet goes on her podcast to thank everybody for their support of Madeline. As you might have noticed, but she's got a lot of people who support her, and not just because she helped them or their loved ones get out of jail. (Like the trans/drag queen community.)

However, this then segues into their actual case du jour... because yeah. We're not just going to wrap up the Madeline Scott case in a single episode. Le sigh.

Their client: he was brought into the country from south America when he was three years old by his mother after local gangs brutally murdered his father. He was arrested for having killed his teacher.

The main evidence against him was the teacher's laptop that was found in his possession. However, a witness says that the laptop had been a gift as a reward for all of his hard work. The police “accidentally” erased the hard drive, but the witness insists that the laptop had been set up to send and receive text messages, which corresponds to the family's cell phone bill.

As this witness is testifying, the victim's husband stands up and screams about how they're making a mockery of his dead wife. The judge gets angry and almost kicks him out.

Easy later goes to see Madeline in jail. As you might imagine, everybody feels bad. Easy feels guilty for not having seen this coming, even though Madeline assures him that how could they have known what Bellows was plotting? Madeline just feels defeated, because she's back in prison, even after all these years. She clearly wants to think about Easy's current case (which is the only one that they couldn't postpone) in order to take her mind off from her own awful situation, but Easy tells her to focus on her own situation.

She asks if Levi was arrested, too, but Easy checked and there's no record of this. This leads Bodie to break into Levi's apartment. Literally all of his things are there... including a wallet with a driver's license. (Although it's not exactly that much of an indication, as he could have another wallet and license... Slim but it's possible.)

Bodie then goes to see Sarah, the chick that Levi had spoken to about the cult, since she was the last person who actually saw him. She doesn't want to talk while at her work, but promises to meet them at Sparrow Ridge tomorrow, her day off.

Meanwhile, Easy gets a witness to the crime to testify. He was a neighbor, who had seen the client going into the teacher's house that morning. However, the timeline doesn't match up. See, the teacher was murdered around 4 AM, and who gets up to do yard work at 4 AM? Like a normal person, the witness was asleep, and saw the client going into the house around 7 AM. The judge agrees to release the client on bail, but as they're leaving the courtroom, ICE agents come and arrest him.

Easy goes to the immigration courts, where he's appalled to see a four year old being questioned by the judge. As you might imagine, this four year old literally has no clue what's going on, only that his parents aren't there. (It's never stated if the little boy even speaks English, but you have to admit that it is a possibility.) Easy is disgusted by this, and steps in to offer “council” on the little boy's behalf. The judge is quick to jump onto the “WTF am I even doing?” train as soon as Easy questions him about this, and asks that the prosecutor look to find the boy's parents.

Meanwhile, Bellows is continuing to celebrate his win. Even though an arrest does not make him attorney general. But he's having celebratory drinks in his office anyway. Isabel then comes up to him and says that she can't be second chair without letting Levi know that he'd been set up. (It had been what Bellows had promised her if she did this for him.) However, it's then that Bellows shows his hand: he never intended for Isabel to be second chair on the case. In fact, he literally fires her on the spot. She's furious, and asks what's stopping her from telling Easy about all of this. He says that he'd have her law license for doing something like this, and implies that it might have been all her idea in the first place. He then tries to soothe her by asking her to wait until all of this is over, and then she'll have a fancy job working for the attorney general. (And damn, I really hope that this comes back to bite him in the ass.)

Back in immigration court, both Easy and the prosecutor for the case fight for the client du jour to remain in this country. The judge finds it odd that the prosecutor would be willing to fight for somebody that he believes is a murderer, but the prosecutor says that he's not going to just give up. He goes on to say that the gang who killed the client's father only formed because USA keeps shipping violent criminals back to south America, and doesn't want to feed into any more violence. (Although, if this is the case, then why didn't they ship the client back? He'd been convicted of a crime. I'm confused as to how that works.) The immigration prosecutor says that the client is convicted and violent, but since he's currently sitting in prison... He's not exactly much of a danger to society at large now, is he?

Wren goes to visit Madeline in prison. Madeline feels insanely defeated, and she lets her emotions get the better of her with Wren, since she knows exactly what it feels like to be in prison with little to no hope. Wren is quick to tell her not to go down that thought rabbit hole.

In court, Easy says that he has new evidence of other suspects. However, Bellows continues to show his bias towards Madeline to the point where I have no idea why anybody is letting him anywhere near this case in the first place. Like damn, this guy has a clear and obvious vendetta against Madeline. Easy calls Bellows out on his bullshit, stating that this is nothing more than a publicity stunt so that he can get elected... which it 100% is. Let's not lie about this. The judge eventually says that she'll hear Easy's evidence in closed court, and determine if it's enough to move forward with his defense. She gives him three days.

Later, Bellows calls Heather in both to ream her up for hiding about this cult... but also to prep her. She defends her actions as a teenager, and says all of this nonsense about spiritual enlightenment. Which sounds literally like somebody in a cult would say. However, Heather also insists that all they did was “hang out” and “take drugs”. Maybe they had sex with the guy, but he apparently vanished the day before Rosemary was killed. At least, according to Heather. Bellows is still insistent that Madeline is guilty as fuck-all, though, and refuses to even remotely consider literally any other possibility. Which makes him scary as a lawyer, because he refuses to be objective about anything. (And if he's this emotional about the Scott case, what else did he push forward with his gross agendas?)

Meanwhile, Sarah meets with the legal team at Sparrow Ridge. She tells them that when it was in use as their cult hang out, it was obviously filled with stuff and not just... gross mattresses and cobwebs. She repeats what she'd already told Levi, but with more detail: Robbie would give them all drugs, and then they'd have sex with him. Sometimes individually, but sometimes as a group/with other girls. Heather was the favorite until Rosemary came along. Sarah only joined late in the game. The legal team presses her for any information that she can give them about Robbie, like what his full or actual name might be. However, she doesn't know much. It's one of those things “looking back, there were so many red flags. But as a teenager, it was literally the best thing ever!” She does offer up one bit of important information: Heather is the one who “found” him, and she found him through such-and-such church.

Later, Easy goes back in court... with more trouble with ICE. The witness who said that the kid was seen entering the victim's house at 7 has been deported. Because of course he has. He'd testified earlier, but the judge won't allow that testimony to come into play. The prosecutor denies having turned the witness into ICE.

Easy later bitches about this to Bodie, when Bodie gets a call from his girlfriend; he forgot to pick the kid up from school. He rushes down there, and finds the kid talking with a woman who introduces herself as the druggie mother. She says that she's not supposed to see her son, and whines that she's been clean for 10 months. Bodie tells her that there's nothing that he can do and that she should take it up with the courts.

This leads to Bodie fighting with his girlfriend about this. She says that he's clearly taken with his sister's charms, but she's actually just a horrible person. She's insanely worried that if her sister gets anywhere near the kid... poof. He'll be kidnapped, and then that'll be the last anybody sees of him. Bodie is quick to assure her that he's going to help her fight to retain her custody of the kid, which calms her down immensely.

Back with Bellows, his political sugar daddy complains that reopening the Rosemary case and retrying Madeline makes everybody look not only bad, but also unhinged. And despite the fact that he's the one who pushed Bellows to do this... he's starting to have more than a few regrets about the entire thing.

Madeline and Easy track down the lady who once ran a ministry with this Robbie fellow. That “church” is gone now, which she blames on Robbie himself. She doesn't seem surprised at anything that they tell her, including that he might have murdered a teenage girl. However, she said she signed an NDA. Easy says that those are void if a member of the party dies. But she smiles and says “the devil never dies”. She goes on to say that Robbie almost ruined her life once, and she's not going to let him do it again. The only thing that she has to offer is the name “Robert Carter”. Which isn't exactly a unique name, but it's something.

They go back to the office, where they're quick to notice a few things about their case du jour. First off, the crime scene was ransacked, which led police to believe that it was a robbery. There were broken things everywhere. However, what happens when you knock a lot of things over? It's loud. And what do people not like at 4 AM? Hearing their neighbors being loud. No noise complains from any of them. They look at the crime scene photos, which... now it's painfully obvious that they're all staged to look awful, but to not make a lot of noise.

Bodie then offers up an alternate: the husband was away some 200 miles on a business trip at the time. However, it's probable that he drove back into town in about three hours, took two hours to murder his wife and stage the scene, and then drive back in another three hours in time to show up for the conference breakfast. He's about to go see if it's possible, when he suddenly remembers Madeline and her case. She insists that he go. This leads her into saying that she doesn't want for them to focus on her WHEN she's convicted, and to focus on getting other innocent people out from jail. The others are quick to point out that it's not going to happen!!

So Bodie sets off on his “road trip”, and tries to hit up the gas stations along the way and ask if the people working there have seen the victim's husband. He finally strikes payday at one gas station.

Meanwhile, Madeline goes to talk to Linda, the gothic chick. She's scared about everything, as previously mentioned by Levi. She confirms the story that Heather had previously told Bellows (but that they don't know about) that Robbie had vanished before Rosemary was murdered, and then that was the last they saw of him. She agrees to testify, if only because she feels like she needs to right some wrongs.

So Easy gets this gas station attendant on the stand, who easily is like “I know that guy”. The prosecution asks how he remembers that man, when the attendant admitted himself that he probably gets 100 customers a day. However, the attendant has a weird story to tell: the man got gas, and then drove off with the pump still in his car. It wrecked the pumping stations. Which... yeah. I think that I'd remember a fucknugget like that.

The husband tries to leave, but the judge is like “I don't think so.” She then releases the client. The prosecutor tells Easy that he'll work on the client's dreamer status being returned to him.

And finally, the part that we were all waiting for... Well, sort of. Easy's evidence hearing. Bellows objects to Easy's use of the word “cult”, however, Madeline is quick to point out that the former church Robbie ran (with that lady from earlier) is defined as a church. Easy also enters the sworn affidavits of Linda and Sarah into evidence. The judge doesn't quite buy it, especially because everybody is pretty damned sure that Robbie is currently no longer among the living. However, she's a little more willing to listen to what Easy has to say when he mentions that Robbie not only gave the girls drugs, but they were some intense drugs, and then he had sex with them. Which not only goes back into the cult thing, but also about the affidavits. The judge is satisfied with this, and allows Easy to present this theory at a new trial. Easy also brings up the fact that Linda admits that she lied on the stand at the original trial. Bellows starts to look more than a little panicked as he realizes that his entire case is quickly crumbling. The judge herself encourages Bellows to “quit while he's behind”, but Bellows is clearly going to go kicking and screaming until all charges against Madeline are completely and utterly put to bed once and for all.

Bellows later calls Madeline to his office to offer her a deal. But since she's innocent, she refuses. He then plays his trump card: he has Levi in protective custody, because he's a key witness.