#Criminal law assignment topics

[softlypaintedseafoam]

hi hi hi <3 I haven't been much on tumblr, aside from checking some notifications from time to time, so I have taken a moment to come bother you and ask which romance trope you think would fit ace, law, sabo and sanji. friends to lovers? enemies to lovers? roommates? the possibilities are endless

I think Law would definitely get either friends or enemies to lovers, because in both there's a reluctance to allow himself to fall for this person, one in fear of losing one of the few people he trusts (again), and the other in fear of being hurt by human greed and cruelty (again)

angeeeellll!!! i hope work has been treating you well! you read that smut on the school wifi, you're entitled to it on your break >:3c

now... assigning romance tropes to one piece characters? 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾 definitely a fun topic of discussion because i have many, many thoughts!

ace | friends to lovers/childhood friends to lovers + slow burn

the best part of childhood friends to lovers with ace? you've seen him at his ugliest and still said 'it's you; you're the one i want'

but standard friends to lovers works too because of the trust factor. there is no serious relationship ace will truly take part in unless that person knows the truth about who his father is. it isn't fair for you to be in a relationship with him and not know

i know a popular thought in the fandom is ace is freak who flirts and sleeps around a lot, but considering his levels of self-hate and resentment towards his father i personally don't think he indulges in sexual activities often if at all

considering the prosecution of pregnant women and children young enough to be his father's child, even just an entanglement with ace is enough to get someone executed and just the idea of it happening to you hurts and fills him with guilt

he resents his father enough and i think the fear of having his own children prosecuted at birth due to their bloodline scares him too much to risk fucking around and finding out. what scares him even more would be the thought of his own children coming to resent him for it

so you definitely need to be friends for a relationship to occur with him and friends for a while. the longer for his affection to take root but even then it will take a while for the relationship to happen. you just might have to confess to him

for ace, ignorance is bliss. he'll definitely delude himself into sublimination (a defense mechanism in psychology where a person relegates what they believe are are unacceptable into a more palatable framework to maintain a particular relationship/situation so it doesn't become something they deep inappropriate)

you're just friends, you're like family, whatever it takes to make himself think his feelings are platonic and that they're nothing deeper, that your feelings for him aren't anything deeper

realizing he's in love with you and that you're in love with him is something too painful because he doesn't think he can be or should be loved

law | friends or enemies to lovers

they both suit law for the reasons you said

he isn't one for hooking up with random strangers that are one night lovers

there needs to be a level of trust for law to start a relationship with someone whether it is something was gained through working together as captain and crewmate and having similar interests...

or through an enemy greater than any beef the two of you have forcing the two of you to work together. maybe you're a marine and now that law is no longer a warlord, you wish to bring him to justice

sadly that pesky devil fruit of his has you working with him to take down the emperor kaido lest he stabs or otherwise disposes of your heart which he confiscated

now in the land of wano and forced to work with one another, a begrudging sense of admiration and respect blossoms between the two of you and even worse for your position, affection

but you know the feelings are wrong

law is a pirate and there's no way you can be together

he's a criminal who has done committed too many wrong doings and you are a marine, you're on completely diverging paths

law knows this himself. there's too much on the line to trust you, let you in even deeper than you already have... it's a risk that's too intimidating to act on

before the raid on onigashima, law gives you your heart back saying you don't have to be part of it

what you do next? it's all in your hands

sabo | annoyance to lovers + forced proximity

emphasis on sabo being the annoyance because that boy does not listen to anybody

he constantly breaks rank to do as he pleases on the battlefield (what's worse is that he leaves almost always unscathed), he'll hang up the transponder snail mid-call constantly and he didn't remember your name for a month

if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was doing it on purpose to torment you but it's just how sabo annoyingly is

(well he certainly does tease you from time to time, you know that much is certainly on purpose)

unfortunately for you, as a revolutionary and one often assigned on missions with the man, you're constantly around each other. life clearly does not favor you

but one day, it happens

it happens and you immediately spiral

one particular day you're forced to do some menial task together and you crack a dry joke that has sabo laughing harder than he ever has and you think he looks beautiful

beautiful

sabo has always been objectively attractive but beautiful? you claim temporary insanity but it gets worse

his hair suddenly looks more blond than gold and his eyes that are normally unsettling are more charming. even that mouth of his is suddenly more charming and you want him to kiss you senseless with it

koala has had many sleepless nights due to your crisis because you refuse to fall in love with him

(that night you have a dream that you were married with kids, softly arguing that the kids looked more like the other parent. you hate your life)

sanji | not actually unrequited love

you love sanji but sanji loves... well women in general but he definitely prefers nami over anybody else

this is a truth you have long since come to accept even before the crew had been separated by the warlord kuma

you're in love him, he pines for another and you're perfectly fine living with that constant pain

perhaps it makes you pathetic to still love sanji regardless but you can't help how you feel. it's fine as long as you don't burden him with your feelings, right? it's your love no matter what how sanji feels

the thing is... sanji loves you too

unfortunately, his own pride of self (or lack thereof) tends to get in the way of him realizing how you feel

you deserve someone ten ー no, twenty ー times the man he is

someone strong and kind and not fickle and irrationally generous even at the detriment of himself and the crew

meanwhile you believe sanji is the kindest person in the world with more love in his heart for his fellow person than he knows what to do with

it inspires you actively to be a better person, treating someone with the kindness you believe sanji would give them

there's a bit of a betting pool going on amongst the straw hats to see how long it will take for you to start dating

well, sans luffy. he already thinks you're together and no one is correcting him any time soon it seems

nami | fake relationship

the two of you aren't actually dating, you're just friends. but when you're out and about, nami gets tired of guys hitting on her insistently even when she says she isn't interested so she just tells them she's dating you

and it's fine, you're always willing to help a friend out

so you hold hands, walk arm in arm and maybe even exchange a peck on the cheek or two to really commit to the bit

it's fine

of course, it would be easier on your heart and soul if you weren't painfully into her too... but nami is, well look at her, anyone would be lucky to have her

so you'll take what you can get and be her on demand fake lover whenever a situation calls for it because what are you if not her best friend?

and you're the best 'best friend' in the world, mind you

little do you know nami is also down horrendous for you and she thought that maybe inciting her plan of declaring you her partner would help with getting you to realize she's been waiting for you to profess your undying love for her many islands back

it's a genius plan, or so she told usopp

usopp just wants the two of you to sit down and talk already; the man is tired

pudding | marriage before love

much like ace, i think pudding will only truly be herself around someone she's known for a while and trusts completely

due to her mother's treatment, her complex surrounding her third eye will be a constant reminder that she is a freak in her own eyes. a disgusting monster that can't truly be loved

if you were married off by big mom, she'd go through many lengths to keep you from learning about her third eye even if you are on amicable terms because she just knows that the moment you see her third eye ー the real her, you will find her disgusting and won't even be able to bring yourself to touch her

it's for the best you're unaware

it's completely possible for the two of you to have a long-lasting marriage where you never find out her about her third eye and she can only pray any children you have come out normal. human

of course, life seldom goes the way we plan and you'll somehow learn of her third eye

i could potentially even see her using her memo memo powers to erase the memory. to maintain the illusion that she is charlotte pudding, your perfect and loving wife with no flaws other than she's in love with her work on cacao island, a total busy body

but eventually enough will be enough. she will slip up and not be close enough to immediately change your memories and you'll see her third eye and pudding will have to brace herself for your reaction

... and then you say her eye is beautiful

[qrrieterisunnq]

Crazy Day At College - Jack Hughes

strawberry girl masterlist || 1 year anniversary

JACK!HUGHES X AMARA!JAMES — WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: When Amara’s classmates somehow figure out she is probably dating THE Jack Hughes and won’t stop asking her questions, one girl finally helps her and becomes her best friend. — WORD COUNT: 2,2K — AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here is the promised fiction to celebrate a year of this AU!! Anyway, I hope Jacky is going to be fine, the hit was nasty... PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

Humming the rhythm of the song, Amara opened the doors to the room where her next class was taking place.

Trying not to pay attention to the looks she was receiving from the people, she sat down in her usual spot and put the bag right next to her. Focusing on the song, she pulled out her laptop and her notebook with a pen where she wrote exam or assignment dates.

She smiled when she received a message from Jack. They haven’t seen each other this morning. He and Luke left early for the morning skate while she was still sleeping.

Jacky Boo - Good morning Berry!❤️ Enjoy your classes and think about me. I love you🫶🏼💕

A big smile formed on her face when she read it. Without hesitation, she typed an answer and shoved her phone in her bag.

Berry - Good morning, Jacky.🤭💕 Thank you. Enjoy your day! Can’t wait to see you. I love you.✨🫶🏼

Letting out a sigh she rested her phone on her table and pulled her headphones down because the class was starting in a few minutes. She noticed all the looks and whispers thrown her way, but she didn’t pay attention to it. Or at least she tried.

Braelyn, one of her classmates, sat beside her and smiled at her softly. Amara smiled back at her, but her eyes drifted back to her notebook. She pulled out a book for her law class and opened it on the last page they were on.  

Professor Gibson came in five minutes later, with books in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

“Good morning!” she said in a stern voice and dropped the books on the desk, startling everyone. Today, I will assign you your semester work,” she shrugged and said out loud, earning attention from everyone present. It will be on at least ten pages, the font will be 10px, and the due date will be in five months. I will read your names and the topic of your work.”

Amara wrote down the information and waited until she heard her name.

“Angela Beston, I want you to look into political corruption.” Mrs. Gibson looked at her with a fake smile and moved on to other names until she finally said Amara’s.

“Amara James, you will have the case of Luis Garavito,” she smiled at Amara. “I expect nothing more than the best Amara.”

“Oh course, professor.” Amara smiled back, writing down the name of the most brutal Columbia serial killer.

Mrs. Gibson kept with the rest of the names and their topics, while Amara wasted no time with her research.

“Girl, I so want to be you right now,” Braelyn said in a whisper from next to her.

“What?” Amara looked surprised when she heard the girl next to her talking to her. There was never anyone who would want to talk to her, and she was nervous about that.

“Said that I want to be you right now. Girl, you’ve got the best one. You know what I got? A fucking civil procedure.” She sighed, with a frown on her lips. That is the most boring part of a Law, and I am so fucking angry I didn’t choose a Criminal Law.” She explained, taking in a loud breath when she finished talking.

“Yeah, but you chose it because you were interested in it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I mean…I guess.”

“Well, then it won’t be a problem, or boring for you to do that.” Amara smiled at her politely, because she didn’t really know how to talk to people, she never spoke to before.

“Yeah, I guess, you are right. Thanks,” Braelyn said and extended her towards Amara. “I am Braelyn, but you can call me Brae.”

It took Amara a few minutes to extend her hand a shake hers because she never thought someone would willingly talk to her.

“Amara, but you can call me Ara.”

Braelyn smiled widely and shook her hand, excitedly. “Do you have any plans after this class?”

“Ah, not until 11 am. I have another class and after that one, I am free until 6 pm. Then I have plans with my boyfriend and his little brother.” Amara looked at the clock on her laptop as she spoke. She can’t wait for tonight’s game evening. They haven’t had it in a while, and she can’t wait.

“That sounds nice,” she said a smile never leaving her lips. “So that means, you are free for two hours after this class?”

“Yup.” She popped her lips as she said that, giggling quietly when Brae chuckled.

“Okay, so that means you would come with me for a coffee?” she asked hopefully.

Amara was quiet for a while because she didn’t expect this, as she said before, she never really had a girlfriend, and she was not sure how to act. But she liked that someone might have been interested in her as a friend, so she did not want to screw things up.

“Yeah, I would like. But there is probably one thing you should know,” she had to be honest with her, she needed to tell her about her ADHD. “I have ADHD.”

“So?” Brae asked with confusion written all over her face.” I am not sure, why this should concern me. I have dyslexia so,” she said with a smile. Sure, she got her point, she knew it must have been hard for her to find friends, but she was almost on the same page as her. ”It is cool.”

Amara just watched her in awe. She was surprised she didn’t care let alone told her about her disability. “Well, I guess, I just need you to know that, so you could, back off from this…friendship...”

“Yeah, well now I know, and look here I am.” Brae nudged Amara’s shoulder and focused her attention back on the professor when she started talking again. Same did Amara and for the rest of the class they both stayed quiet.

“And then he just left,” Brae sighed throwing her hands in the air. “I was like, what the fuck is he doing!” Amara giggled at her story, taking a deep breath to calm herself down.

“Did you follow him?”

“Hell nah. He was acting like a brat.” She shook her head, chuckling when she looked at Amara’s red face from all the laughing.

Amara looked relaxed and happy, and Braelyn was glad to be here with her. She wanted to talk to her since the beginning of the semester but was nervous too, but she was happy she eventually did. Amara is the sweetest girl.

Amara looked around her, noticing some girls already looking at her and talking in hushed voices. She didn’t want to make a big deal of it, so she turned back enjoying the moment with Brae.

Just as she sipped from her matcha the girls approached them and stopped beside their table.

Brae looked at them with raised brows while Amara smiled politely. “Need something?” Brae asked curtly when she noticed the looks on their faces.

One of the girls, a brunette with perfectly curled hair and an air of confidence, crossed her arms and tilted her head. “We just wanted to ask Amara something.”

Amara stiffened. She didn’t know these girls, but their sudden interest in her was setting off alarms in her head.

Brae leaned back in her chair, unimpressed. “Then ask.”

The girl’s gaze flickered between Amara and Brae before settling on Amara again. “So… is it true? Are you really dating Jack Hughes?”

Amara hesitated, shifting in her seat. “Sorry, do I know you?”

The girl smirked, clearly unfazed. “No, but everyone’s been talking about it. Like, you and Jack Hughes? How does that even happen?”

Brae made a disgusted noise. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

The brunette ignored her and pressed on. “I mean, seriously. You’re not even in his circle, and it’s not like you’re some influencer or model. So how did you two even meet?”

Amara’s fingers curled around her cup. “Through his captain.”

The blonde girl standing behind the main one raised an eyebrow. “Oh, so you used Nico to get to Jack?”

Amara’s stomach twisted. “What? No.”

The brunette scoffed. “Come on, it makes sense. I mean, Jack’s got options. Like, actual options. Why would he settle for someone no one even knows?”

Brae slammed her hand on the table. “Okay, let’s get one thing straight—you don’t know anything about Amara or her relationship. Just because you’re too obsessed with Jack Hughes to function doesn’t mean you get to sit here and act like she doesn’t belong with him.”

The blonde rolled her eyes. “Relax. We’re just asking questions.”

“Interrogating is more like it,” Brae shot back. “Why do you care so much, anyway?”

The brunette crossed her arms. “Because it’s weird. No one knew who she was before, and now suddenly she’s with him? It’s sketchy.”

Amara finally found her voice, steady and firm. “What’s actually weird is you acting like you’re entitled to know anything about my life.”

Brae smirked. “There it is.”

The girls huffed, exchanging glances before the brunette scoffed. “Whatever.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned on her heel. “We’ll see how long this lasts.”

As they walked away, Brae let out a dramatic sigh. “Wow. That was pathetic.”

Amara exhaled, tension draining from her shoulders. “That was exhausting.”

Brae shot her a grin. “Yeah, but you handled it like a queen.”

Amara shook her head with a small smile. “Thanks for backing me up.”

Brae smirked. “Babe, get used to it. You’re stuck with me now.”

For the first time in a long while, Amara felt like she wasn’t alone.

By the time Amara got back to the apartment, she was exhausted. She hadn’t expected to spend her day getting grilled by random girls about her relationship, and even though Brae had been there to back her up, the whole thing still left a weird feeling in her chest.

She let out a deep breath as she unlocked the door and stepped inside, setting her bag down by the couch. The apartment was quiet, but she knew Jack and Luke were home—Jack had texted her earlier saying they were back from practice.

Kicking off her shoes, she made her way toward the kitchen, where she could already hear the faint sound of Jack humming to himself.

She turned the corner and found him standing by the counter, drinking a protein shake while scrolling through his phone. The second he looked up and saw her, a wide grin spread across his face.

“There’s my girl,” he said, setting his cup down and immediately walking over to her. His arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Missed you.”

Amara melted into his embrace, letting the warmth of him settle her nerves. “Missed you too.”

Jack pulled back slightly to look at her. “How was class?”

Amara hesitated for a second before sighing. “Weird.”

Jack’s brows furrowed. “Weird how?”

She bit her lip, debating whether to downplay it or just tell him everything. But one look at Jack’s concerned expression told her she should just be honest.

“Some girls came up to me today,” she started, leaning back against the counter. “I don’t even know them, but they just… started asking me all these questions about us. About you.”

Jack frowned. “What kind of questions?”

Amara crossed her arms. “Like how we met, why you’re dating me, if I used Luke to get to you.” She let out a humorless laugh. “One of them even said I wasn’t your type.”

Jack’s jaw clenched. “Are you serious?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Jack ran a hand through his hair, his expression darkening. “What the hell? Why do people think they get to have an opinion on who I date?”

Amara shrugged, but before she could say anything, Jack gently cupped her face, his blue eyes filled with nothing but love. “Hey. Don’t listen to them. I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. You’re the only person I want, Amara.”

Her heart fluttered at the certainty in his voice. “I know.”

Jack leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling her into another hug. “I hate that you had to deal with that.”

She let herself relax against him. “Brae shut them down pretty hard.”

Jack pulled back slightly. “Brae?”

“My new friend,” Amara said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “She’s in my class, and she kind of… defended me the whole time.”

Jack grinned. “I like her already.”

Amara chuckled. “Yeah, me too.”

Jack brushed his thumb over her cheek. “If it happens again, just tell me, okay? I don’t want you stressing about this.”

She nodded. “I will.”

He smirked. “Good. Now, come here—I think you deserve extra cuddles for putting up with that bullshit.”

Amara laughed as Jack pulled her toward the couch, already making good on his promise. And for the first time since this morning, she felt completely at ease.

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Gaps Interlude

Warnings: stalking, implied violence, obsession, manipulation, written through yandere’s pov, delusion.

I’ve decided to do a short interlude for Gaps! All of the interludes will be told from one of the Batfam’s prespective, so enjoy!

Dick meets you in one of Gotham’s many coffee shops in the tourist section. The place is homey and warm, a personal favorite of his since it always seemed to lull Tim into a relaxed enough state that his little brother could be cajoled or bribed into sleeping when he got home, and the people are the same. Which is why you catch his eye so quickly.

You look exhausted. The sort of exhaustion that causes droopy eyes and a tired slump to the shoulders, that made your face seem dull and listless. You were pushing through it, though, staring at the laptop in front of you with a tired focus that reminds him of Tim on the days when his little brother simply had to finish a project. It’s barely even a brief thought, that flickers in the back of his mind.

(Later, Dick will wonder if that thought is what started all of this. Later, he will card his fingers through your hair as you sleep peacefully in your bed, unaware. Later, he will wait as Jason and Bruce bring home his newest sibling.)

But at the time, he doesn’t think much of the concern blooming in his chest. He approaches you, an easy smile on his lips, carefully keeping his body language open, so that he didn’t frighten you.

“Hey. You look a little out of it, everything alright?” He calls gently, and tired eyes glance up at him, lips pulling down into a frown. Now that he was closer, he could see your ragged appearance, more than just the lack of sleep.

Your clothes weren’t threadbare, but they were definitely old, the fabric of the joints stretched and worn. A grey hoodie, jeans, common wear for just about anyone in Gotham. If it wasn’t for the way you were clearly struggling, Dick doesn’t think he would’ve noticed you.

(Later, the thought feels impossible. Of course he’d notice you, you were his little sibling, even if neither of you knew it yet.)

“Oh, um.. working on a paper for my classes. I’m supposed to do an informative paper on how vigilantes have influenced measure of force laws.”

“Are you taking criminal justice? I had to write something similar when I was in college for my degree. Mind if I sit?”

“Nah, sure, go ahead. And no, it was a randomly assigned topic. I think she picked something so specific to see how good our research skills are.”

“Would you like some help?”

The offer surprises you. It surprises him, really. He doesn’t mean to say it, it sort of just slips out, which should alarm him because he hadn’t been this impulsive around new people since he got B’s training. It doesn’t.

You accept, even with your surprise.

And Dick helps you.

He keeps helping you, helping you when you needed to do a paper, when you needed to do just about anything.

(Later, he will continue to help you, even if you think you don’t need his help anymore. That’s okay. You were his little sibling, and he would help you whether you wanted him to or not.)

Over time, he notices things. He doesn’t mean to, he really doesn’t, but there’s only so much you can ignore when you’ve been trained by Batman and been through all the things he has. And it’s not like you do a very good job hiding it.

The first time he visits your apartment, there are meds in your bedside drawer, which is cracked open. He makes a note to read the scripts, later, so at the very least he could help you in the ways you needed him to. He waits until you are out of the room, sliding the drawer open silently, and looking them over. Meds for anxiety, depression, ADHD. A planner full of notes and reminders, a checklist of all the tasks you had to do to take care of yourself.

A journal, hidden in the back.

He slides it into his jacket without a thought, putting all the other items back.

Every word from the journal just makes the overwhelming need to protect you grow. You wrote about your memories, your struggles. You wrote about how hard it was to stay alive and sane in a city that so often turned out criminals and murderers. You wrote about how much it hurt, sometimes, being alone. You wrote about how you couldn’t trust anyone, even though you wanted to.

And you write about Dick.

The first time he sees an entry about him, he feels something curl in his chest, pleased and content. You had called him caring, had called him nice. You had called him sweet. Had admitted to wanting to be able to trust him, to appreciating his calls and his texts and his reminders.

And even Dick can admit that it makes him worse.

He calls you more often, talking about anything and everything. He reminds you to eat, or drink water, and even though you don’t like it, you listen, often complaining you were an adult even as he could hear you filling a glass.

(Later, Dick would look back on it fondly. You’d acted exactly like an irritated little sibling.)

He doesn’t start to follow you until later, and he’s amazed how quickly it becomes routine.

He just.. can’t help it. You’re all alone, in an apartment in Gotham, struggling and on your own. Any instance where a threat gets too close to you, it’s quickly dealt with.

He introduces you to his family. Damian first, of course, because he wouldn’t have it any other way, and it goes amazingly. You’re involved, treating his little brother kindly but without pity, and it makes him so happy to see his little siblings getting along. You tell Damian about a kitten you had, a Maine Coone named Momo, talk to him about past and current pets. By the time the conversation is over, he can tell Damian must adore you as much as him and the thought makes his heart soar.

He introduces you to Bruce, next. His adoptive father takes one look at you and he can practically see the man filling out the adoption appears already. He doesn’t think he expected anything less.

Jason introduces himself by breaking into your apartment, making you food, and having a two hour long conversation with you about literature.

And every sibling that meets you falls in love with you, and every one of them adore you, and it just makes Dick want to take you home even more because they’ve never all agreed on anything but they all agree you should be at home with them.

So when Bruce sends Damian to steal your ID, he doesn’t protest. When Bruce changes your meds from an anti-anxiety med for sleeping to a mild sedative, he says nothing. They had a plan after all. And a part of that plan was to make it so that you wanted to go home with them.

When Jason and Bruce bring you home, slumped in Bruce’s arms as the man watched you with a gentle expression, he can’t help the rush of joy in his heart.

He had never really been a patient guy, anyways.

[fauxpontchartrain]

“Chantelle, why did you relapse so hard on meth again and are suicidal as fuck seemingly out of nowhere? Who hurt you, girlie?” I know you’re asking me through telepathic communications. Well, let’s take a look at what my list of homework and other school assignments have looked like so far in the past seven or so weeks that school started back up alone. And this is from only ONE of my classes, out of a total of seven as I juggle two degree programs.

My Crime and Criminal Justice Report Writing Class

Required readings and other media to review for further discussion and general coursework:

A total of 10 full textbook chapters (so far!) on report writing for criminal justice professionals;

21 additional articles and other resources on how investigators should format their reports, becoming familiarized with the new (and frankly fucking terrifying) technology and software that law enforcement is adopting, how to properly read and give people their legal rights and how to question them, learning how to prepare and give pre-sentencing interviews to the feds and shit when needed for a major crime, and how to deal with inmates on probation and their probation officers and conditions.

Discussion and lecture topics:

7 different discussion topics that were based on the subject in question of the week, each following after the 7 lectures attended so far.

I am required to write a minimum of two pages worth of analysis and evaluation of each subject from my lectures and textbook chapters on the same topics, and an additional page in which I had to respond to any two of my fuckass classmates each time I have to do this (or else i won’t get any participation credit at all, and participation is 35% of my fucking grade) — all when I’m pretty confident that I’ve already made everyone at this university terrified to interact with my ass atp. But that’s okay because I actually like civilly debating and discussing things i’m passionate about in depth, I just seem to be the only person alive sho actually likes participating in discussions and lectures lmao.

Did I mention that these mfs got the nerve to ask me for a minimum of 3 additional sources to cite for each of my discussions alone?

Assignments, exams, and other homework:

Complete a review of the five different types of criminal justice reports and what they’re for and which particular agencies and law enforcement officials typically uses the report and why.

Get quizzed on these reports (ungraded but mandatory) because I also had to prepare for writing my own criminal justice report summary, which was very much graded for realsies.

Made to compile and write five of my own mock reports (an incident report, an arrest warrant, a pre-senentence report, an application for permission to conduct a hypothetical search warrant, and an order of probation) that I literally just learned about.

An additional one page paper (strictly one, no more no less or you WILL have your grade knocked down for not complying with the strict page and word limit) on the technological advancements in modern criminal justice and policing such as body cams, drones, etc., and how they have significantly impacted the way officers respond to (and further make life hell for everyone involved in) an incident.

Made to write an ADDITIONAL pre-sentence investigation report, this time for a hypothetical judge, by including 45-50 key pieces of information on a suspect and their role in a criminal case.

A total of 7 fucking quizzes and two major exams.

And this is only for one CLASS, when I’m enrolled in a total of seven of them, two of them are luckily through some weird ass self-pace program that lets me complete my classes and earn my credits all the same but at my own fucking pace. The other five I have been made to keep the FUCK up with, because one thing Harvard doesn’t fuck with is showing up late to lectures (or being absent entirely more than twice throughout an entire semester), not doing and submitting my fucking work on time, and me being able to like, relax a lil. It’s literally in their student handbook that upon enrollment and acceptance, you accept that you will never know peace again. And THIS IS WHY MOST IVY LEAGUERS ARE CRACKHEADS LIKE FUCK LMFAO.

[novlr]

i'm writing a character who is a serial killer but not willingly if that makes sense. like, she kills once she finds that she finds herself in a murder or be murdered type of situation.

like in one scene, her mother's ex boyfriend comes back to try and get back together with her, but finds her daughter instead so he tries to s/a her but she stabs him and he bleeds out.

then in another scene she get's jumped by two guys and she stabs them both to death as well.

so i'm just wondering if you have any tips for writing such a complex character who kills but feels bad about it before, during and after the fact.

she doesn't enjoy the act of murder. she doesn't get off on it. she simply on kills so she can survive.

thanks so much!

This is a topic very close to my heart! I have a bachelor’s degree in criminal justice and a master’s degree in forensic psychology, both from accredited U.S. institutions. No fictional murder best-sellers under my belt, but it’s a topic I know a lot about. 

Sometimes, people kill for reasons that aren’t nefarious. There’s the cut-and-dry self defense (“it’s me or them”), the culmination of years of abuse, or sometimes it’s completely an accident (which is called “involuntary manslaughter”). 

Murder mysteries and thrillers are top-notch reads and go hand-in-hand with pop culture’s fascination with true crime. But what goes into writing an accidental serial killer, or one that’s more upstanding than you’d think? 

Define your morals

In order to establish morally gray, you’ve got to set the good and evil boundaries within the world you’re writing. Is it a modern-day story, where a cold-blooded killer is the evil one and a person defending themselves against an attacker is the good one? Or is it a more intricate fantasy or science fiction setting, where the laws and morals aren’t quite the same? 

The important part of writing a morally gray character, in general, is establishing the normal bounds of morality in your story world and then placing the character’s values somewhere in the middle. They’re not looking to hunt other people for fun, but the act also wasn’t a noble defense or socially acceptable resolution to the problem. I think that’s the hardest part, building enough plausibility and setting up empathy for the character’s actions while still writing them as a ‘villain’.

The vigilante

The easiest example of a morally gray killer is the vigilante. Typically, their motive comes from a righteous or judicial point of view, and they’re killing the “evil” ones. These types are taking out drug dealers, abusers, or anyone committing what they consider to be egregious or immoral acts. They perform bad actions to do good. 

Doing bad things for good reasons is often considered “lawful evil”, wherein a character is still following rules but they’re doing so in a ‘bad’ way. That circles us back to the beginning; there should still be a compelling reason for their actions. That’s what pushes their assigned morality back from ‘black’ into the ‘gray zone’. 

Crossing the lines

Consider what factors or events‌ would persuade a character to act in a worse or better way as a one-off circumstance, or a trigger that sways their actions. Perhaps they won’t kill parents, no matter what brought them into that position; maybe violence against women will often trigger a violent episode. 

Gray, on the moral scale, has the obligation to be interesting — so don’t think too hard about staying within neutral territory. Swing one way or the other occasionally with good narrative build-up and support to really bring out the character’s individuality. 

What if it’s always an accident?

Maybe your character is frequently caught in the wrong place at the wrong time, but they always manage to come out on top. What do you do then?

It’s first necessary to define a serial killer. Definitionally, a serial killer is a person that commits multiple murders. Murder being the key word — it must be on purpose for the act to fall on that definition. Otherwise it’s manslaughter (which is an incidental death where even if harm was meant, death was not). I can’t stress this enough: by definition, you can’t have a serial killer whose only kills were in self-defense or accidental. Your character must progress to proactive murder on more than one occasion for them to be considered a serial killer. 

Of course, that’s not to say you can’t have other characters (or even their inner monologue) refer to them as a serial killer. Social knowledge rarely sees eye-to-eye with legal or academic terms and definitions. I just caution you against using ‘serial killer’ in marketing material or descriptive collateral, if this is the case. It is a technically inaccurate descriptor, and someone waiting for that switch from accidental to purposeful is going to be sorely disappointed when it never happens. 

It could, however, be a great plot device to start there and explore the character’s evolution from unfortunate events to intentional murder. Maybe they were targeted for multiple violent crimes, and one day decided to be proactive and preemptively solve their problem (via murder, of course). 

Avoid the Angel of Death

While a vigilante may be a good character type for the morally gray serial killer, the Angel of Death is not. This type of killer is looking for personal gratification by taking someone’s life into their own hands. More often than not, the Angel of Death is looking to make themselves a hero by saving the day, and the deaths are secondary (and a sign of their failure). I’ll admit that the line between “personal gratification” and “justice” can be a thin one.

 The important distinction to keep in mind here are the moral definitions you’ve created: I can’t argue that an Angel of Death is serving any higher purpose than their own desire to cause situations where they might be a hero. It’s like hiring a hitman to take out a target, but intercepting the hitman just in time to save the target. The entire situation is at the mercy of the character; there’s no justice in the actions, no redeeming qualities. They don’t feel bad for sending the hitman — the outcome was planned from the start. And if they can’t beat the hitman? Oh well, better luck next time. 

Convincing the reader that the protagonist has a good (“enough”) reason for their actions is key to achieving the moral middle ground. A reasonable, morally upstanding person probably won’t resort to the character’s actions, but they understand how the thought process could bring them where they are. The Angel of Death is fabricating the entire situation; a morally gray killer should be working towards a goal, or acting on a strong reason. 

The morally gray serial killer isn’t looking to win anyone over, or get a standing ovation for their good deeds. They’re killing for a reason — a reason that wouldn’t normally drive someone to kill, but the reader can see how they got from point A to point B in the thought process. 

written by S.K. Eleteon

[ihaveathingforwomen]

Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 1 - Masterlist

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Casey Novak is a star pupil and aims to assist one of her favorite professors. Fortunately, Professor Cabot wants to assist her as well.

A/N: I hope ya'll like angst. (Don't worry, it leads to some great smut) Lots of longing and yearning. Mutual yet unprofessed love, of course.

Casey Novak is on her way to becoming top of her class at the University of Oregon School of Law, as is apparent by her grades, her final internship, and her connections. To top it all off, her friends finally convinced her to interview to be a fellow. The interview took place at the end of her second year, and she breezed through it with confidence and grace. Over the summer though, she found herself feeling nervous about the results, though she couldn’t place whether it was anxiety or excitement. She learned that, as a fellow, she would be assigned to a specific professor and one of that professor’s courses. From there, she would assist younger students by guiding them through topics and the professor’s preferences, and she would also help the professor by grading some assignments. Outwardly, she pretended to not care about what professor she was assigned to, but internally, she knew exactly which professor she longed for. 

Her favorite professor used to work for the District Attorney’s office in Portland, where Casey took the opportunity to intern during her last summer before completing law school. The entire time, she found herself hoping to see Professor Cabot around every corner. Most of her superiors in the office remembered her fondly, often reminiscing about her time there and wishing she hadn’t left. This gave Casey all the hope she needed to keep daydreaming about seeing her while assisting with casework. 

The spring of her first year, Casey was fortunate enough to take Alex Cabot’s Criminal Law course. Every concept seemed to click for her, despite her being minutely distracted by the professor’s beauty. Then, in the fall of her second year, she was able to take her Evidence with Professor Cabot. Again, she received the top grade, but not without help. Of course she had the fellows for the courses, but she also started to make a point to meet with the professor to discuss the more complex topics. During these meetings, she felt as though she’d formed a genuine connection with the professor. Her sensible mind knew that their meetings were always strictly professional, but the yearning part of her had hoped that the tension she felt around the professor was mutual. 

Now, a week before her final year begins, Casey takes her time prepping her bag before her pre-semester class. While packing, her computer pings. She pauses and turns to look at the screen, only to find it’s an email with the results of her interview. Everything in her hands landed on her bed as she flung herself at her computer, clicking the email with precision. 

Her eyes scanned the words before her and she rolled her eyes. Leaning back in her desk chair, she rested her forearms on her forehead in frustration. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she whispered into the quiet air of her bedroom. The results were simultaneously relieving and sickening. She was, in fact, chosen to be a fellow for Criminal Law and Evidence courses, but the email did not inform her what professor. Disappointed and antsy, she closed out of her email and went back to preparing for her class that evening. Despite her disappointment in not knowing, she knew that she wouldn’t be without her favorite professor. 

She decided to take this pre-semester class last minute when she found out that Professor Cabot was the one teaching it. In the back of her mind, Casey already knew that she was going to make a point to meet with the professor as often as she could manage. Even if their interactions were strictly professional, Casey knew that Alex Cabot would be a great connection to have. During her internship, Casey had learned that Alex (she still feels sinful for calling the professor by her first name, even if only in her mind) has family in New York City. Her family is involved in the legal system and politics there and could make for a beneficial web of connections outside of Oregon, as Casey had always dreamed of moving East. 

Casey’s walk to class was filled with thoughts of her professor. She tries (and fails) to withhold the excitement she feels about telling her professor about her time at the District Attorney’s office, how she was planning on applying to the Manhattan DA’s office, how she was going to be a fellow… As Casey approaches the door to the classroom, she takes a deep breath to steady herself. She hadn’t realized it, but her heart had started to race and her core felt warm. Normally a nice feeling, her nervous nature made her stomach ache. Taking these few moments to relax, she couldn’t help the daydreams that came to her rescue. 

As she stood at the large windows along the hall, allowing her to stare at the city below, she pictured the blonde woman standing next to her. As she quietly stood, she would rub her hand down Casey’s back and reassure her about her upcoming courses. Casey closed her eyes for a moment in thought, focusing on her breathing. In doing so, she realized that her daydream was becoming quite realistic as she felt faint pressure on her lower back. No, she thought, this is real. Who the fuck? 

Casey turned around and when she saw the figure beside her, she nearly lept out of the window. 

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me,” she said, exhaling the stabling breaths she’d been taking. She immediately regretted her choice of words. 

The blonde before her smiled, “Sorry,” she chuckled. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

The professor smiled and slowly removed her hand. Keeping her gaze focused on Casey's features, she couldn’t help but admire them. “It’s fine,” the student muttered with a smile. 

Casey caught Alex’s eyes and held them for a moment, tension-filled silence shared between them. Alex finally diverted her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat, “I also wanted to see if we could talk after class today?” 

Casey, unaware that Alex’s cheeks turned a light pink upon asking, felt a shiver down her spine and her mouth dry up. She blinked, glancing out of the window and then back to the classroom door, anxiously shifting on her feet. “Yes, absolutely.” 

Alex grinned again, appreciating Casey’s nervousness. While she secretly hoped that Casey was nervous because she liked her, she realized it was likely because she thought she was in trouble. Quickly, Alex elected to reassure her, “it’s nothing bad, I promise.” She paused, trying her damnedest not to stare into the redhead’s green eyes, “it’s about your fellowship.” 

Casey’s knuckles were white as they gripped the railing in front of the window. She nodded, trying to act cool but noticing every bead of sweat on her body as it escaped. “Oh, okay. Yeah,” she was starting to stutter, “that sounds good.” 

To diffuse the tension, Alex checked the watch on her wrist and tilted her head towards the classroom. “Lead the way,” she directed. Her star pupil took direction well and as she passed in front of her, Alex couldn’t help but put her hand on her back again. As they crossed the threshold, she removed her hand and went straight to the podium. While setting up the lecture, she silently hoped that no other students saw where her hand had been. At the forefront of her mind, she constantly berated herself for being so infatuated with a student and for letting it happen. The demon on her shoulder, though, reassured her that Casey is a full-blown adult and could make her own decisions. Furthermore, the demon continued, the advances are not manipulative and the interactions are mutual. Casey had made many attempts to meet with Alex, supposedly under the guise of discussing academics, but their conversations often ventured into personal matters. 

The angel on her other shoulder, sorely disliked by Alex most of the time, advocated for the ethical dilemma of becoming involved with a student, regardless of age. For some time, the angel had been winning the argument, pleading with Alex to not jeopardize not only her job, but also her career as a whole. This summer, however, Alex couldn’t help the fantasies that passed through her mind. Not all of them were sexual, of course, some were mere yearning for company. Now, having found out shortly before class time that her request had gone through, she couldn’t help but daydream about experiencing Casey’s playful banter, her genuine conversation and concern, and her presence on a consistent basis for the academic year to come. 

The lecture seemed to get longer each time Casey glanced at the clock on the wall, just above her professor. Fortunately, the content was intriguing and Casey was glad to be learning it. However, it could not hold her attention for long in comparison to the sight before her and the nervous thoughts at the front of her mind. Had the interview actually gone poorly and the other faculty sent Cabot to deliver the news? Was Cabot going to inform her that the professor she’d be fellowing for was not herself? Or, was she fellowing for Cabot but the professor felt that Casey would need extra guidance? 

While the anxious bot in her brain droned on, the deviant in the back of her bran ran rampant. Each time she caught herself staring at the professor’s jaw line, or her fingers, or her skirt, she would force herself to look down at her notes and copy every word on the slide before her. While doing so muddled her actual notes about the content, it kept her eyes from wandering and potentially making the professor uncomfortable. Her brain wrote the words without intention so that it could create visions in Casey’s mind’s eye; she envisioned her meeting with the professor afterwards, waiting for everyone to leave the room and then placing her hands on her hips and professing her attraction. 

The speaking finally stopped and all anyone could hear was pens on paper, the clacking of computer keys, and the turning of pages. Casey glanced up from her notebook to find the professor scanning the room and looking down. “I think it’s time for dinner,” Alex stated and the attention of her pupils was promptly redirected. She glanced at the clock behind her and turned around, “the readings for the week are in your syllabus, be sure to have your case outlines prepared for tomorrow. We’ll be discussing the facts and developing potential resolutions.” She gave a curt nod to the rows in front of her, “see you tomorrow, thank you.” Turning her back on the class, a chorus of papers and zippers began.

She, too, gathered her things and turned back to search the crowd of students for her favorite one. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the redhead reach the landing and walk towards her, eyes glimmering as she smiled. Alex was oblivious to it, but Casey was painfully aware of how her hands tremor as she approached. 

“You ready?” Alex asked her plainly, her thin red lips smiling sweetly at Casey. 

If Casey had no self-control she would have swooned. “Yes,” she answered. She anticipated that Alex would just talk to her there, but instead, Alex started to lead them out of the room. Casey’s heart beat faster somehow as they made their way down the hall and to the elevator in silence. 

When they reach the elevator, Alex presses the button for them and then glances over her shoulder to look at the younger woman beside her. Casey, fighting the tension, kept her eyes straight ahead. Alex did the same, her inner monologue trying to gaslight her into believing she wasn’t that attracted to her. The elevator didn’t take long, both of them silently thanking the universe, and dinged at her floor. Alex exited first and went straight to her office, unlocking it and waving Casey inside. 

“You can close it,” she instructed Casey as she set down her belongings. The office was one of the few tidy ones, as most professors didn’t have time to organize their files upon returning to the office, electing to set them on their desk instead. 

Casey, whose cheeks were now bright red and burning, making her almost nauseous, slowly shut the door, clicking it closed. She took slow steps towards the chair in front of Alex’s desk, waiting for further instruction. 

Alex looked up, her eyes moving up and down as she observed Casey’s nerves. She chuffed, “You can sit,” she nodded at the chair. Casey took her seat as instructed and watched as Alex moved around her office, simultaneously putting things away and getting things out. “I’m sorry,” she stated, startling Casey from her observation. 

“Why?” she asked, tilting her head to the side as Alex set down a collection of files. Alex took a stance, sitting on top of the desk, her legs loosely crossed. Against her self-control, Casey’s eyes traveled down the professor’s body, lingering on her bare legs. 

Alex grinned, noting the subtle action and saving it for later in the back of her mind. “For making you nervous. It really isn’t anything bad,” she tried to reassure, looking down on the woman before her. 

Casey leaned back in the chair and crossed one leg over top of the other, trying her best to appear nonchalant. “Well,” she let her eyes search the floor, “what is it?” 

Her eyes returned to her professor’s expression, who smiled, a sweet glint in her eye. She clicked her tongue as she opened her mouth to speak, “you’re going to be my fellow. I asked if I could tell you myself.” 

Casey tried but couldn’t hide the way her face lit up. “That’s awesome,” she said awkwardly, her hand running through her hair. “I had hoped I would be your fellow.” 

Alex took her bottom lip between her teeth for a second, trying to push down the giddiness that rose in response to Casey’s comment. “When I found out that you interviewed, I requested you.” 

Casey felt her stomach flip excitedly. She knows her cheeks are giving away her feelings. “Really?” 

Alex nodded, happily, her hands wandering to the stack of files. “I also wanted to talk to you because I wanted to get a feel for where you’re at with the topics. I know you took the courses a while ago.”

Casey raised her head, starting to nod, and suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I think I feel pretty good about them. I think I feel ready,” she told her professor, hoping for quick reassurance. 

“Are you?” Alex asked, intending for it to sound like pride. The subtle ways Casey’s face fell indicated that it was not received that way. “You did really well in both courses, so I have no doubts you understand the content.” She tried desperately to build Casey back up as the girl’s green eyes wandered around the room. “But, I pulled these files together to help refresh your memory on some things and to give you some tips for guiding them.” 

Alex’s cheeks reddened and her chest tightened. She hadn’t intended to hurt Casey’s feelings, but she couldn’t take it back now. She handed Casey the stack of files, which she took graciously and started flipping through them. As Casey studied them, her strawberry blonde hair fell around her face, making her push the strands behind her ear mindfully. Alex felt the impulse rise in her chest and fought to ignore it. 

Her fighting was for nothing, “I was wondering if you’d like to discuss it over drinks?” In her mind’s eye she smacked herself, shook her head, and vomited. 

Casey’s lips turned up into a smile, one of disbelief. She wasn’t sure she’d heard what she thought she did. “What?” She asked, her shoulders tensing as she closed the files and watched Alex closely. 

Alex swallowed the lump in her throat and held her composure as much as possible. She removed herself from the desk and walked around to sit behind it. Now, across from Casey and at eye level, she noticed Casey’s cheeks slowly return back to their sweet ivory, peppered with freckles. “I mean, after you go over the files of course. We could get coffee, alcohol…” her breath caught in her throat as she thought, “other drinks.” A nervous laugh made its way out of her throat. 

Casey’s tongue darted over her bottom lip and pulled it between her teeth, the smile pulling to her cheeks. Her mind screamed as she realized that ‘professional matters only’ was becoming a thing of the past. Now, the genuine connection she’d thought they had was coming to light as reality. “I would love to. Coffee is always a great option,” she answers, her chest fluttering. 

Alex released the breath she’d been holding, “great.” A deep replacement breath while her eyes were trained on Casey’s lips. “Tomorrow morning?” 

Casey nodded, “that sounds perfect, Professor.” In that moment, uttering the word ‘professor’ felt almost like a tease. Her mind swam with fantasies, as it had done earlier, but now they felt possible. She stood and gathered her things, taking the files in her arm. She started to leave, but turned with a question, “what time?” 

Her tone was almost sheepish but it got Alex’s attention. Alex stood and made her way to her student, a sticky note in hand. She shrugged, her confidence in her role returning. “How about ten?” Casey nodded, her eyes staring at the sticky note in her professor’s hands. “Here,” she stuck it on the top of the files. “My number, you’ll need it for questions about the class you’re helping. Text me and I’ll send you the address for coffee tomorrow.” 

Casey felt overwhelmed, unable to process the gravity of the gift. She nodded, “Okay, will do. Thank you,” she looked her professor in the eyes, her gaze only lingering on her lips for a moment. 

“No, thank you. I know I’ll appreciate your help this year.” 

“Of course,” Casey responded sheepishly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

Alex felt a ping of sadness as Casey opened the door to her office, “see you tomorrow, Novak.” 

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse Party 2

Hot Fox Fuzz

It wasn't often Satan City found itself the recipient of an honour such as hosting when a rare jewel is set to be displayed but of course such was the case which why high security was required for something so important. One such figure involved being renowned Interpol agent, Carmelita Fox finding herself being set with the task to lewd the security detail for the event and partnered with none other than Krillin as a joint operation with the local police department. It was quite a ritzy little soirée of course, the rest of the crop of society in their finest tuxedos and dresses rubbing elbows and making small talk. And how the vulpine woman found it so damn boring but hey least her partner for this gig was used to this sort of assignment so it wasn’t too bad.

While Krillin and her talked, naturally topic of her grudge slash obsession with Sly Cooper, the infamous international thief, and naturally it took quite some prodding snd teasing from the compact officer to get the literally and figuratively foxy lady to reluctantly admit her attraction to him. Though she did have to give Krillin some credit in his research pointing out the Cooper gang’s preference for robbing and exposing criminals, much to her chagrin. She had to say, small wonder such a charmer like the vertically challenged cop was married, what lady could resist such an affable guy? And their conversation was helping the time fly by better than getting wasted on the complimentary drinks being offered around by the catering staff, that was for sure.

In the end, it was only a matter of time when someone made a move and did try to steal it, but was stopped by the duo before things coild escalate out of hand. A swift arrest, a rest off on their rights, some questioning and reports to make, a couple of questions from the press and it was time for them to finally call it a night. The jewel was safe, sound and secure and they’d done their job so frankly, Carmelita was all too happy to finally leave thst party of stuffed shirts, silver spoons and trust fund chumps to their business. After this job well done of course, Carmelita decided to take Krillin back to her hotel room, where the two could continue to talk and have a good time compared to where they had to play it cool, calm and professional at he museum gala.

Besides which, being off the clock also meant a good excuse to pop open that bottle of wine the host had given them as a reward and wasn’t often the foxy agent got to enjoy some quality booze like this, let alone such a posh hotel. But hey it wasn't on hers or the little man's time or dime so why not, right? A little small talk exchanged between the two officers of the law in between sips and refills as they got know one another little more than they already did back at the party as the vixen couldn't help but squee over how adorable Krillin's daughter looked in the pictures he showed her. All the while wondering if the vertically challenged gentleman was hiding something from her but he seemed likely more concerned about how much of that wine she was knocking back.

Carmelita:*Giggling as the buzz and tipsiness of her consumption was starting to take its affect on her, she couldn't help but tilt her head as she leaned in closer towards him. Puzzling and confusing him as she gave a quizzical hum.*"Mmm, you know, it might be just the wine talking....but you're looking so...ravishing right now..." inhibition loosened and lowered by her rose coloured liquid courage, she kissed Krillin which naturally shocked and surprised him all the same. Okay so the guy was married but surely his wife wouldn't mind and besides it'd been way too damn long for her!!!*

Little did the vixen Interpol agent know was that 18 indeed wouldn't mind in the slightest, if anything she'd rather have wanted to be there to see this encounter play out as it happened. Far as Carmelita knew, wine or no wine, she wasn't too fucked to drink and she sure as hell wasn't too drunk to fuck!! Her sudden liplock ambush catching Krillin off guard enough that she pushed him down onto his back on the bed, her toned, curvy furry form atop his as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue exploring her mouth before a deep moan escaped her muzzle as she felt his hands suddenly grabbing and squeezing her bubbly, well toned furry ass. Seems the little man wasn't so against this sudden round of passion, much to her delight of course as she was suddenly feeling they were both a little overdressed right now.

It was small wonder their clothes soon went flying, both naked as the day they were burn as orange/golden fur rubbed against smooth, hairless sculpted muscle. Carmelita moaning at the touch of his skilled hands now directly feeling her natural self directly as her wine addled brain fell further into the base need and desire to mate and breed with this compact Adonis. How long had it been for her since she rally knew or felt the touch of a man? Too damn long if you were to ask her and she'd admit it so, especially long sleepless nights fantasising about hatefucking that damn noble thieving racoon.

So here she was acting on wine fuelled impulses of lust as she rolled around on the silky bedsheets with the quite dashing and charming hairless monkey, playing breath-taking, spit-swapping tonsil hockey. The spark of passion and arousal growing between them as their naked bodies rubbed up against one another, busy hands groping and massaging each other as she moaned from Krillin feeling up her exquisite tits or squeezing her bubbly ass, hell even the simple stroking of her tail sent up a thrilling tingle along her spine. All the while she became awed and enamoured with those muscles of his but talk about that dick, no that COCK!! Bulls and horses would be envious and feeling inadequate if they saw this thing, how'd he even manage to fit into his pants was a mystery not even Holmes could solve!!

Carmelita:”Oooh FUCK!! OH GOD!! Don’t stop just don’t stop you goddamn animal! You fucking wreck me!!”*The vixen cop howled and moaned as she held onto the headboard for dear life. The bed shaking and creaking as Krillin rocked her world plowing her ina combined form of missionary and the mating press. Her fluffy tail swaying and wagging as her ass jiggled and clapped from the impact of thst length and girth pumping into her snatch’s lewd embrace. Those big balls smacking that furry booty as pussy juices w splashed and went flying.*

Now she wasn’t sure when or how they started to fuck but she quite frankly didn’t give a damn, she was feeling fan-fucking-tastic as the short king went through a variety of positions with her. From the primal thrill of being taken doggy style like a bitch in heat to being pinned up against the wall by the compact Adonis, their tongues dancing together in a sloppy dance of a kiss, expressing their thirst and desire for another. Inches of pussy plowing, womb hammering meat pounding away into her wet snatch’s embrace, not wanting to let go of the mind numbing pleasure. The fact they were going at it without a condom was the furthest thing from her mind besides the fact she was going at it with a married man she barely knew, if anything going raw and bareback was hot!! Just the idea of being put on maternity leave carrying this sex god among mere mortals' baby made her arousal skyrocket, idly wondering what a hybrid between a fox woman like herself and this oh so charming hairless hunk of a monkey would look like.....

Of course their room wasn't soundproofed so the neighbouring rooms beside, above and below them were getting a good earful, the ones beneath especially and particularly due to the ceiling forming cracks and raining debris on them. To say nothing of the fact the cop duo had been going nonstop for hours at this point and seeming like they could go all night which lead to some of them either making calls to file complaints to the management. Or for the more daring voyeurs among them to get off to it, finding just the audio alone more fantasy fuelling than any porn movie. So mileage varied as to how some were handling being neighbours to the rowdy pair.

But there was one voyeur in particular who had herself the best view around, hovering outside the window a few feet away enough to be concealed in the dark shadows of the night. Shamelessly groping away at her tits under her shirt and plunging a hand down the front of her jeans and panties to see and hear Carmelita howling with primal lust. Especially as the vixen was currently held in a full-nelson position, the short king on his feet as he hoisted and held her up in the air as he bounced her on his cock. Those big, heavy juice soaked ball slapping her clit with every heavy impact, her foxy face rocking an expression of thoroughly fucked bliss overwhelmed at the thought of being knocked up.

For those wondering of course, yes the identity of this hovering peeping tomboy was none other than 18, Krillin's oh so lovely kinky wife. She had been concerned why she hadn't gotten any calls or answers on her husband's cellphone, worried that whole gala security job was a bad luck clusterfuck. So imagine her delight to find him not only in good health but balls deep in a newfound conquest, once again ensuring their sweet little Marron would have a future brother or sister to look forward to loving and spoiling. Well she hoped that'd be the case because otherwise there was clearly a conspiracy from the universe trying to prevent an army of Krillin kids, well she'd show them, the bastards.......

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Waifu Connoisseur: Battle of the Cosmic Blondes!!

Sketch:*The resident floating flaming skullheaded enigma appears on camera before an applauding audience as the screen displays the familiar set up a certain talk show studio!!*"Yes indeed it is ladies and gentleman, those of you watching or rather, reading at home, from the chapters of this author's Moxxie fic to here, it's time for the first Krillin edition of Waifu Connoisseur!! That pseudo talk show ideal for when it's too much of a hassle to think of a proper scenario for these stud muses to meet and fuck many fine women across the wider pop culture universal spheres!!"*Hollered the familiar floating flaming skullheaded author avatar himself as he gestured to the couch beside the desk where he sat, the camera showing none other than Krillin and his smoking hot blonde wife. The latter seeming pretty bemused beneath her cool facade and the former looking equal parts nervous and suspicious at the eccentric host. Who he had to say was making his former teacher Roshi seem tame in terms of his libido as he spoke up.*

Krillin:*The guest of honour this round couldn't help but notice that the audience in the studio just so happened to be all women, of which a good many he had slept with and was very intimately sexually acquainted with. This was definite red flags for sure.*"Okay hold up, just so I got this right, you're basically having me do a live amateur porno or something? You can't expect me to go along with this, can you?"*The former monk enquired, trying to make sense of whatever passed for logic in the host's cranium. And maybe figure out how to get out of here with his clothes in tact before he found himself to satisfy an orgy.*

Sketch:"What a guy huh folks? Straight to the point, you got to love it so in respect to that, let's cut to the chase and bring out our guests of honour!!!"*Beating at his desktop surface like making a drum roll, music played as the aforementioned guests made their entrance. The crowd going wild and Krillin dropping his jaw at the sight of them and well within good reason to do so mind you. Gracing the stage with their presence was a pair of similar but different women who were much like his wife. A couple of blonde haired, blue eyed bombshells with thicc, toned curvy bombshell bodies with a bodacious set of tits and ass though one of them clearly had a slightly bigger rack while the other had a more bubbly botty with a healthy set of hips and thighs to match. Adding to the differences to ensure you couldn't mistake them for twins was the outfits they were wearing.

The first blonde had a white leotard which left her own generous hips and thighs bare, joined by an ensemble of blue boots and gloves and a stylish short red cape and of course a notable chest window which demanded attention be drawn to her spectacular tits!! The second one meanwhile her a more longer mane of blonde hair unlike her associate's more pageboy/tomboy style cut while her outfit was a one piece swimsuit type black leotard sporting a lightning bolt symbol with a red sash around her waist as a belt. The ensemble completed of course with a simple domino mask adorning her model class face and a nice set of thigh high boots and bicep length gloves all of which really showed off and highlighted amazing figure. Make no mistake, these two stunners were out of this world knockouts!!

Sketch:"Ladies and gentleman who is soon to be finding himself busy, allow me to introduce you to Kara and Carol Danvers. no relation. AKA Power Girl and Ms.Marvel and for a while now these two have been having a little on and off rivalry debate going on. Mainly which of them can sexually arouse and satisfy a man better so Krillin here is going to be the judge and decide it once for all by using his amazing wife satisfying slab of meat known as his dick!! With that said, in the immortal words of Judge Mills Lane, let's get it on!!"*Krillin now looked at the skullheaded host like he was an absolute lunatic and seemed about ready to throttle him, only for 18 to pull him into her lap. A devious grin on her face as the short king felt like a deer in the headlights when Kara and Carol turned to look his way, determination burning in their sapphire eyes as the former pulled the cleavage window on her outfit to set her glorious tits free. While the latter unzipped the front of her custom, her own splendid boobs bouncing out into the open air as the fly reached low enough to risk exposing her pussy.

Krillin of course would've liked to give Mr.Sketch a piece of his mid but the flame-headed bastard host had seemingly made his exit to give them some privacy. Besides which, complaints were the furthest thing from his mind as he found 18 unzipping his jeans fly, a cry of shock as she fished out and stroked his cock. The cyborg stunner licking her lips sensually at the honest display of arousal from her man as Kara and Carol made their way over them, the unofficial twin galactic heroine twins kneeling down on the floor which made their fat white booties jiggle as they began to take Krillin to Heaven. Starting things off with a duelling titfuck as they smooshed and sandwiched his oh so gifted length and girth between the sensual warmth of their bosoms.

It was all so very surreal for Krillin as he groaned at finding his cock in a tandem marshmallow heaven/hell, pulsing and twitching between those flesh buns. Hips bucking and thrusting in response as 18 reminded him of her presence since he was sitting in her lap, feeling her hands caress his abs as she made out with him. Her icey cool blue eyes twinkling with mischief at witnessing her unofficial blonde twins drown in growing lust and arousal for her man, casting aside their dignity yet driven to compete for his affection and attention so he could determine which of them was the best. Lips and tongues planting licks and kisses on his oak tree of a dick as it continued to plow away in the valley of their spectacular tits.

But of course soon as they their luscious lips sucking and blowing on that length and girth in turns and tandem, it wasn't long before their lusts overwhelmed their horny brains as they forgot abut their competition. Instead more intent on having this compact stud of a short king fuck them like he was going to put a baby in them, sexual bliss and ecstasy fuelling these deviant fantasies further as he would idly finger and probe their sticky, gushing slits with his quite gifted little hands and give their big, bubbly well toned booties some swift slaps like he was beating on some meaty drums. 18 enjoying such displays of asserting dominance like the voyeur she was, arused as ever by her personal kink to see bitches go into heat for her man, having long since shed her top as she had Krillin's head planted and resting between the valley of her tits. Massaging his shoulders as she tingled with anticipation for the moment when the 2 mightiest intergalactic blondes around would proceed to have the best fuck of their goddamn lives....

Carol:"Oooooh fucking hell, where you been all my life you sweet beautiful bald bastard?"*The warbird of a woman hollered with deep lusty abandon as she bounced on Krillin cowgirl style, while Kara sat across from her sitting on his face with her fat, juicy booty as she moaned from his skilled and equally talented tongue eating her out. The pair had at this point stripped naked, save for only their boots and gloves as their thicc, curvy toned frames glistened with a rich sheen of perpiration, Carol's stomach swelling from how deep and filling the short king's cock was inside of her as it hammered away into her womb. Her snatch embracing that length and girth with lusty rapture, kissing the shaft with its silky muscle walls while Kara's snatch flooded his mouth with her Kryptonian flavour dazzling his tastebuds. 18 all the while watched go at it on the floor, now naked herself as she sat on the couch shamelessly playing with herself to her favourite show, her husband being God's sexual gift to women.*

Kara:"Ooooooh fuck me if Kryptonite could have a better substitute, it'd be you for sure...."*The Kryptonian powerhouse moaned with ecstasy before pressing her mouth to Carol's pussy lips, tongue licking and probing away as her fellow blonde squatted before her writhing in orgasmic bliss. All the while Krillin was fucking her doggy style, his Herculean muscles flexing with power and asserting effort as he went deep, fast and hard like a jackhammer. heavy balls smacking her clit as her bubbly asscheeks clapped and jiggled like jelly from the swift heavy impact. 18 at this point was now riding a Warrior Monk dildo, shamelessly bouncing on the toy at the continued dominance of the blonde duo being dominated by her man. It was no surprise of course thst she soon threw herself into the fray to turn the three way into a 3 blonde assault on the shortstack alpha male.*

Of course the female studio audience was also enjoying this live porn show, some shamelessly playing with themselves or making out with another as the stands became a lesbian orgy. All the while in his private office, the mad host of this show was transmitting hidden camera footage via a private stream, the donations and views skyrocketing. As the flaming skullheaded shot turned to where the 4th wall would be if there was a camera, a deadpan look in his eyes. His tone no-nonsense and direct.

Sketch:”Hey a guy has to make a living, right? Besides Ziggy promised me a generous cut for filming this…”*The enigmatic avatar taking out a huge stack of zeni bills as he counted them. Snapping his fingers a little imp butler appeared attentive and ready before he proceeded to playfully slap the little fellow with the cash wad.*”Bulma also tipped generously for a copy…I swear that woman has been a Krillin junkie since the trip to namek…”*Which reminded him, she did owe him the footage to that. Not to mention all those times the little dude was pounding Chichi’s tuna…..*

As Krillin continued making himself the winner in Kara and Carol’s sexual duel of course, he remained unaware of the deviant machinations of the host. Though he’d find find quite a generous bonus in his pay check from Double Z studios, due especially to how well their sales and views of the threesome on a Waifu connoisseur was going. Speaking of which, the Siberian tiger skunk bombshell was already making plans with the mad man for who else hey coild put on the show with the short king. To say it was a long, long list of esger contenders to say the least….

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Inter-agency Cooperation

Somedays Laura had to wonder that if there was a God, were They making it a hobby to fuck with her? Because right about now everything about where she found herself currently felt like a bad punchline or the slow, long build up to one and why you might ask did she feel this way? Well it could've had to do had to do with her current situation and what it involved as well who, particularly and especially the one woman on God's green Earth she couldn't absolutely stand in Veronica Herron, nevermind the fact she also had a partner to look out for involved in this. Now why exactly and what does this all mean you might ask?

It had occurred while working alone on her solo observation and investigation of the infamous Herron family since they had moved from their namesake county out to a local suburban neighbourhood in Satan City, when she noticed a series of suspicious people who seemed to be doing the exact same thing. However, as she had attempted to confront them and question for information, she found herself being attacked only to be fortunate when an officer from the local law enforcement intervened. After a brief investigation, they learned that they were connected to the supposedly done Red Ribbon Army. For their safety, it was decided to have the family transferred to Satan City in protective custody, joined by Krillin as a field partner for the duration of this assignment.

The Herron girls, most of whom imagined a big buff super cop with a matching donkey dick were shocked to see , and left quite unimpressed, little knowing that in the future and aftermath of this investigation, they would soon be members of what the short king cop's wife unofficially deemed the Oak tree club. Laura, suffice to say, was upset that she's protecting her enemies, particularly and especially that damned she-devil Veronica, and thinks Krillin is out of his league, not in terms of being able to take action and handle himself in combat of course, she'd witnessed first hand that he was no slouch in that department. No sir, in her mind you see, Krillin being a man and not knowing of the Herron's reputations, meant that his natural hormonal and biological urges were weaknesses that could be exploited by that tribe of bimbo size queen sluts especially if he was at minimum packing 10 inches between those legs. So she decided to take it upon herself educate him with her body, much to his chagrin and confusion of course.

Now Krillin knew from experience that his life could be thrown curveballs sometimes but Laura sending one that was hitting him in the face as hard as a punch from Goku (he still winced at that memory). Sure she was an intense woman but in the time he was coming to know her, she at least came off as a very determined and focused enforcer of the law but to say she was being unorthodox was more than an understatement. But she insisted that this was for the sake of the mission, otherwise that baker's dozen worth of hotties might doom them all with their nympho lusts so here he was in their assigned hotel room together. Sitting on the edge of a king sized bed clad in just his pants, trying his best not to look nervous as steam came out from the adjacent bathroom due to the dusky skinned woman having a shower.

Any doubts or hesitations he had that he wished to express or voice to Laura and run by her died a quick death like a train going off the rails as his assigned partner for this long term witness protection investigation graced him with her presence. Naked as the day she was goddamn born, her milk chocolate skin glistening as she towelled off her hair before tossing the rag aside, her serious, focused face's stern expression contrasting with what quite frankly a pornographic body on par with that of the Herron girls. Hands on her hips as if not so much ignorant but rather well aware of the effect she was having on the compact cop as her gaze made it clear she wanted his eyes on her. Unable to do much but stare at that stunning body as she soon began to speak up, her tone no nonsense and direct.

Laura:"Listen up Sanchez and listen well, this may seem unorthodox but it's as much for your own good as it is for the sake of this mission. As a man, even married, you have urges and needs and those bitches know it. Especially Veronica Herron...."*The mention of that busty Southern Belle sounding redhead made the dusky skinned lady cop narrow her eyes, as if just remembering she existed walking around scot free vexed her. Walking on over closer to him with every step making her glorious tits bounce and jiggle, those twin orbs firm and supple.* "Once they know how to get you you wrapped around their fingers, they will use you like a walking sex toy before they proceed to wreck your home and drain your wallet harder than they'll drain your balls. So for the sake of the mission, we are going to fuck and we will FUCK!! When I'm done with you, you' re going to be the one having those bitches in heat kept in line, that cock will be their drug and you're their pusher who'll give them their fix. With that said, let's get right to it!!"*Soon as she had had finished speaking, the unorthodox lady of the law grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled them off. Eyes widening at the sight of his erect length and girth bouncing free to stand to attention, a look of awe as she grasped it in her hand, feeling the meathammer's pulse.*"W-well.....with a baton like this...you're already off to a good start...."

Now Laura hadn't been kidding about her intentions here, as the way she saw it, Krillin needed to experience first hand what it'd be like to deal with the seductive wiles and the succubus-like thirst of a Herron woman. But to think that this sweet looking runt of a man was packing a cock that could be not simply be called a Herron WMD but God's dildo? Well it's small wonder her own brain was hitting a sudden primal state of mind on their libidos' level as she found herself kneeling down on the floor, stroking his shaft as she began to assault it with licks and kisses. Her body burning with a thirsty desire as it remembered how it'd been far to long since she had really gotten any and here was this sex god before her ready to answer her prayers.

Now of course Laura tried, keyword being here tried, to focus and remind herself that any personal enjoyment from this was a minor thing, after all she was just looking out for her partner to ensure he didn't become those size queens' personal plaything. But just the scent and the feel of that slab of meat as she stroked and jerked it, the taste as she took it into her mouth with her tongue trying to wrap around it as it damn near made her feel like it was unhinging her jaw. Lips leaving a trail of lipstick kiss rings marking her distance towards deepthroating this beast of a cock as her dusky skinned bombshell of a body burned with desire to want this womb hammer to facefuck her. Before she knew it, she had found herself just doing that as her brain had seemingly abandoned all logic and reason in place of animalistic primal urge to mate and breed, torn between wanting this shaft to flood her stomach and dazzle her tastebuds with his hot seed or to take this slab of meat and proceed to fuck her like he was going to put some sweet little caramel baby buns inside her oven.

Laura:"OOOOHHHH FuckfuckfuckFUCK me you glorious golden god!! Fuck me like you own me!! This ass is all your all yours!! Fuck your milk chocolate bitch daddy!!!"*Just a few of the key words and phrases that flooded the hotel room, mixed with the echoes of skin slapping pussy pounding sex that is whenever the lawwoman was coherent enough to actually form sentences. The bed creaking and shaking as she bounced and rode on Krillin cowgirl style, her body having opted towards option B as she had the short king plow her like she was a breeding mare, making her moan as she found him smacking and squeezing her dusky booty in between it jiggling and bouncing on his shaft. Her earlier stoic professionalism and focus forgotten and cast aside by raw slutty arousal, though part of her brain did excuse this as just prepping him with an example of the kind of passion and intensity he had to bring in order to tame and keep those Herron bitches in line. A spine tingling orgasm running along her spine, making her toes curl as she came at the very mental image of that busty redheaded vixen slutwhore Veronica becoming daddy baldy's precious little sex junkie, begging him for her next fix of his manmeat's hot beef injection. It was only bettered by the absolute sexual thrill of him finally blowing his load, a rush of white hot cream pumping away to flood and paint the inside of walls, pink hearts glowing in her eyes as she found his cock not going limp or soft whatsoever, the man was a stamina beast!!*

Laura:"Yes!! Harder!! More you fanfuckingtastic sex machine!! Right there, that's it don't go easy on me!! I mean it when I say this ass belongs to you!! Make sure I never so much as ever think of another man!!"*Minutes passed into hours as the passionate police babe found herself having too many orgasms to keep count, compared of course to Krillin who had busted his heavy nuts enough to still somehow have enough fingers on one hand for her to count. Biting and grasping the sweat and juice soaked bedsheets for dear life as he took her from behind like the alpha male he was, his compact Adonis frame mounted atop her well toned bombshell form as he fucked her prone bone style. They had started with doggy style after she'd been folder like an accordion in a mating press but the sheer pace and intensity was too much for her arms and legs to keep up their strength, gasping with deep moans as her ass bore red palm prints from his smacking that chocolate booty. If she didn't finish this case without some possibility of being knocked up with a baby from this guy then fate had a weird sense of humour, that was for damn sure!!*

Now while Laura continued her little hands on approach at helping Krillin develop proper willpower and resistance, her bitch in heat brain had forgotten one very small but important detail. Mainly that hers and Krillin's room wasn't soundproof which meant each Herron babe in the neighbouring rooms, next to either side, above, below and across from them was getting quite the audio show. About a half a baker's dozen of them had even taken to eavesdropping, pressing their ears to the door and try to see if they could peep through the keyhole. The bimbo slacker barbie doll known as Jen currently in a bit of a catfight shoving match with her unofficial mini-me Jenna over the best spot as well as who'd get dibs on what sounded like an amazing cock to lay. The rest were more content where they parked, their pussies quivering and gushing, soaking their thighs and panties, those who wore them anyways, at the idea of that admittedly cute, handsome little dude in uniform giving to them as good as Laura was getting.

Getting it good was an understatement in all honesty, as Laura wasn't so much as having her world shaking, it was being fuckdamn shattered into sexual oblivion. Any and all spiteful thoughts about the Herrons, particularly and especially Veronica blocked off in the back of her, as well as the potential mysteries to look into like who was after her and her slutty kin and the how and why. All that mattered right now was having her sexy black ass getting beat like an erotic drum by this short king as they continued to fuck like cavemen, the intensity and passion of the milk chocolate bombshell overwhelming Krillin's sense of reason to let his libido take the helm and go full steam ahead. From facefucking her to feel like she was drowning and suffocating in please, to having to tap that sexy asshole and make those dusky meatbuns clap and jiggle, the compact fighter and lover still couldn't get enough that tight, pretty pink pussy.

As they continued on with their spontaneous marathon, orgasms coming faster than could be counted and currently conducting a mating press in the trashed, shattered remains of their bed, somewhere around the vast plains and roads that lead to the likes of South City and Satan City, sinister deeds were afoot. The enigmatic parties targeting the Herron ladies annoyed but having to be patient as they planned and plotted on how to get their revenge. No super cops were going to stop them, not no way, not no how because those bitches would pay!! Especially that damned Veronica Herron.......

(To be continued in Size Queen Sluts:The saga of the chestnut and the Herrons...)

[feeshies]

Okay since I did pretty well during my first year, I feel like I can share my law school Study Hacks

(May also be applicable to non-law school studying)

Disclaimer: these are tips from someone who is okay with being average-to-decent in law school. The jobs I want aren't the ones where you have to get straight A's your first year. If you're looking to get into BigLaw, I can't help you. Also I didn't really study in undergrad (I only enrolled in classes where I could write a final paper instead of taking an exam), so a lot of these tips I had to learn on the fly. If you have a technique, stick with that. Also (x2) I have ADHD, so I had to come up with a technique which worked with that.

I'm mostly making this post because before law school, I fell down a lot of study-influencer rabbit holes, and I found myself feeling self-conscious that I couldn't get my study habits to look that neat and "aesthetic."

Part 1: Setup

Step 0: Get a big whiteboard.

This is the first thing I bought when I moved into my apartment and it's my favorite possession. Listen, planners are nice. I used planners all throughout undergrad. But that's just because I didn't have the space for a big whiteboard. The big whiteboard is not just where I put my assignments, but it's also where I plan out my week (we'll get to that)

Step 0.2: Get a smaller calendar whiteboard.

I have a smaller whiteboard that functions as a calendar. I don't put due dates on this (unless it's a major due date or some kind of school event). Not really relevant to studying, only to show that I separate big due dates from my everyday study tracking. Trying to cram everything into a normal calendar can make it easy to overlook important stuff.

Step 1: Before the semester starts, color code all of your classes.

The colors can be completely arbitrary (I just used the colors that came up on OneNote).

For my first semester, it was:

Contracts: Blue

Torts: Orange

Civil Procedure: Black or White

Legal Writing I: Green

After the first semester was established, I was able to use this color association for similar classes during the second semester:

Property: Blue

Criminal Law: Orange

Legislation: Black or White

Legal Writing II: Green

These are the colors I would always associate with these classes. On my giant whiteboard, I would use different colored markers to indicate which class I was writing about (versus having to go "contracts: pages 12-50" or whatever. I could just write "12-50" with blue marker)

I already erased my whiteboard for the semester (another reason to do this: it's incredibly satisfying), but here's a recreation:

I have my reading assignments for each week organized by class (+ the due dates.) Then in red, I write down the number of pages I'll have to read in each segment. Whenever something's done, cross it off.

This is my weekly calendar where I divide up when I'll be reading and how much (plus other stuff I have going on that week). I also divide the reading evenly. If I have two days to read 28 pages, I'm doing 14 pages one day, and the other 14 the other.

This is because 1. If the assigned reading has a natural shorter and longer part, I'm going to do the shorter one first and put off the longer one because I am lazy and I don't care about sabotaging future me. If it's even, I can hold myself accountable. And 2. stopping abruptly can make it easier for you to get back in that same headspace when you continue reading. It's the same mentality behind that writing tip that stopping mid-sentence can help prevent writer's block, because your brain is good at filling in gaps. It's much less daunting than starting at a fresh topic.

Other things of note:

I transcribe the notes I take in class when I get home. I try to do this as soon as possible so I don't forget anything (jotting down specific examples or anecdotes raised by your professor can help you memorize the material more). I take my notes by hand (in a notebook color-coordinated with the class), and then I use OneNote so they're in a more legible place.

I also try to update my outlines every week. This was something I didn't learn until late first semester but I wish I knew earlier. You don't want to be scrambling to make your outlines the week before exams. I'll go more into outlining later.

I also don't do anything school-related on Sundays. Mainly because that's my cleaning day, but I also need a break. Try to set a hard boundary with yourself.

I'll go into more detail about my exact studying and outlining strategies in another post (plus exam stuff), but this was just about the setup and it's already too long.

TL;DR: color-coordinate your classes, get a big whiteboard, studying doesn't have to be pretty if it works

[schraubd]

How To Hack The Law

Do you ever idly puzzle through various ideas for a "perfect crime"? It's awkward to talk about -- you don't actually want to do them, you don't actually want to give anyone a bright idea, but they're still so interesting to think through.

The legal community is abuzz with the story of a lawyer who relied on ChatGPT to do his research and submitted a brief filled with entirely invented cases. ChatGPT just made them up out of air -- complete with names, citations and quotes -- and the lawyer dutifully added them to the brief. When opposing counsel tried to read the cases for themselves, they were baffled because they couldn't find any trace of them. The presiding judge went so far as to contact the clerk of the courts where the cases were allegedly filed, confirming their non-existence. Now the lawyer is facing sanctions; he is begging for mercy on the grounds that he had no idea ChatGPT would lie to him like that.

I know of very few lawyers who have sympathy for this lawyer. But imagine a slightly different case. Let's say that LexisNexis developed a glitch where it invented a case. If you typed in the (invented) citation to the case, it would pop up on Lexis the same as any other case -- name, judge panel, court, reasoning, everything. But the case isn't real; it was a complete invention. If a lawyer came across such a "hallucinated" decision on Lexis, I think we'd be very forgiving if she ended up being deceived and relied on the case in her briefs. Indeed, I actually wonder, in a situation, like this, how long it would take the legal community to figure out that the case wasn't real.

For example: the last case contained in volume 500 of the Federal Reporter (3d) is Jacobsen v. DOJ, 500 F.3d 1376 (Fed. Cir. 2007). That case ends on page 1381. Suppose an enterprising criminal hacks the Westlaw and Lexis database* and adds another case, call it Smith v. Jones, cited to 500 F.3d 1382. To further cover her tracks, the criminal "assigns" the case to a panel of judges who are no longer active on the court, to make it less likely one of them will see it and be like "I don't remember that decision." Smith v. Jones, of course, can be about and say whatever the criminal (or the unscrupulous lawyer who hired her) wants it to. Need a precedent that appears to decisively resolve a contested point of law in your favor? Voila -- the new case of Smith v. Jones is there to meet your needs. Indeed, the diligent criminal could add one or two new precedents per volume on a range of topics, providing bespoke "new" precedent to shift the legal terrain on an array of different issues.

If this happened, again I ask: how long would it take for the legal community to figure it out? If the initial hack was undetected, could one get away with doing this? Certainly, there would still be ways to confirm the cases are not real. If one back-checked the cases back to the clerk's office, one would discover they're vapor -- but realistically, that almost never happens. We take Lexis and Westlaw as proof enough; I'm not sure I can imagine a circumstance where I would try to confirm the veracity of a case I saw on Westlaw or Lexis by contacting the clerk's office. There probably would be some other hints that the cases were suspect -- the lack of citations from other cases would be a significant hint that something is shady -- but I can imagine a crime like this slipping by us for some time. And the longer it goes unnoticed, the more these cases have the opportunity to subtly adjust the overall trajectory of law in a new direction.

It's a scary thought, no? We're very reliant on the robustness and reliability of online databases. If they start to falter, we run into seriously trouble very quickly.

* Note: I assume -- and desperately hope -- that this is difficult-to-impossible to do.

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[the-cimmerians]

At 2:27 p.m. on Friday, March 8, the Florida Legislature adjourned sine die. With this adjournment, 21 of 22 anti-LGBTQ+ bills were effectively killed, leaving an anti-diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) in education bill as the lone piece of legislation to pass this session. This session featured some of the most severe bills ever proposed against transgender individuals, all of these bills are now officially dead. LGBTQ+ activists in the state now have the rest of 2024 to regroup, with hopes that the November general election will yield results against a legislature that has spent two years targeting transgender individuals in every aspect of life.

The bills that have failed include H599, a bill that would have expanded "Don't Say Gay" policies to the workplace. It proposed banning government employees and any business with government contracts from sharing pronouns. Furthermore, it aimed to prohibit all nonprofits in the state from requiring education and training on LGBTQ+ issues—a significant issue for LGBTQ+ nonprofits, which would have been unable to operate within the state. That bill is now dead.

Another bill that died is H1639, a measure that would have mandated transgender individuals to have driver's license sex markers matching their sex assigned at birth. It also aimed to penalize insurance providers offering gender-affirming care coverage and would have required health insurance plans to cover conversion therapy for transgender individuals. Although this bill did not pass, the Florida Department of Highway Safety and Motor Vehicles has reinterpreted certain provisions that already exist, effectively banning changes to driver's license gender markers in the state and threatening individuals with accurate markers with charges of criminal fraud. However, challenging an administrative action is simpler than challenging a law enacted by the legislature, and such actions can also be reversed by future administrations.

Further bills that made headlines which died include:

A ban on Pride flags in schools and government buildings.

A “bill of rights” for student organizations to exclude transgender people.

A bill that would end legal recognition of trans people in the state.

A bill that would exempt rejection of transgender youth from child abuse provisions.

A bill that would make calling someone racist, sexist, homophobic, or transphobic be treated as defamation.

In a press release from the Human Rights Campaign, Geoff Wetrosky stated, “Despite years of relentless attacks and dehumanizing rhetoric, LGBTQ+ people and our allies have never given up the fight for Florida. And we are shifting the momentum. People across the state showed up by the thousands to speak out and push back against anti-LGBTQ+ bills; and they are to thank for pushing back the tide of hateful and discriminatory policy. The fight to free Florida from the grip of Governor DeSantis’ devastating and extreme agenda of government censorship and intrusion into people’s lives is far from over. And the devastation he and his allies have caused will last long after these politicians are gone. But the tide is turning. Perhaps the anti-LGBTQ+ fever in Tallahassee is beginning to break. The people will prevail.”

Not every bill was defeated in the state, which still has some of the harshest anti-transgender laws in the nation. The one bill that did pass, House Bill 1291, prohibits educating teachers on diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) topics and bars "teaching identity politics." Additionally, transgender drivers still face the potential revocation of driver's licenses by the Florida Department of Highway Safety and Motor Vehicles (DHSMV), and many transgender adults have lost access to gender-affirming care. The state also enforces a criminal bathroom ban that could jail transgender individuals for up to a year.

However, this is the first time in three years where the bills targeting LGBTQ+ people, and trans people in particular, seem to be losing steam, according to local organizers.

“The momentum is undeniably shifting against extremism,” Nadine Smith of Equality Florida said in a press release, “Extremist groups are collapsing amidst multiple scandals. Parents are mobilizing on behalf of their kids and to stop the dismantling of public education. We will build on this momentum and redouble our commitment to the fight. Together, we can put power back in the hands of the people.”

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Did Adrian attend college?

The only formal education Adrian received was through the ISSP Academy. His mentor, Detective Michael Ramírez, forged Adrian’s credentials so he could get around the background check. Adrian’s ability to quickly adapt to any situation in addition to being highly recommended by Michael put him on the fast track to becoming a detective.

During his time at the academy, Adrian found that he was well-suited to ISSP work. He was interested in topics like law, criminal psychology, and investigation procedures and even spent time outside of classes reading about them. Instructors were surprised by Adrian’s advanced weapons proficiency which they usually only saw from Titan veterans. Adrian explained that Michael had given him lessons from a young age, laying their curiosity to rest.

The one friend Adrian made at the academy was his partner, Detective Evelyn Bellamy, though ‘friend’ is a bit generous. Like many of their classmates, Evelyn quickly became tired of hearing their instructors sing Adrian’s praises. She was just relieved that he was aiming for the narcotics department so that their paths would never cross again. Unfortunately for her, their Captain had other ideas. Assigning them both to homicide, they were forced to find common ground. Let’s just say their partnership is a constant work in progress.

What animal best represents/symbolizes Adrian?

The animal that best represents Adrian is the coyote. Coyotes represent survival, adaptability, and tenacity, all traits that Adrian has honed from a young age. Being able to think on his feet has kept him alive for this long, but it has also caused him a fair deal of pain and suffering. With experience, especially in his role as a detective, Adrian has learned to wield this double-edged sword.

Coyotes have their destructive attributes as well, such as being stubborn, impulsive, and vengeful. Beneath his officer of the law façade, these attributes are at the core of everything Adrian does. While he truly believes he has let go of his past by finding his true calling, it’s his past that drives him to seek justice and eliminate targets. Adrian can’t confront this paradox because, deep down, he knows that it would destroy the very foundation of his identity.

Due to their howling during times of transition, such as dusk and dawn, coyotes are often associated with the concept of death and rebirth. With every death of every person he considered family, Adrian has emerged on the other side as someone completely new. It’s hard to say if it’s for better or worse.

How much does Adrian care for his appearance?

Adrian is all about practicality. One of the things he appreciates about being a detective is that he doesn’t have to think about what to wear. Because of that, he owns ten sets of the same white button-up, black tie, and black slacks. Whenever he gets an injury, usually from his extracurriculars, he patches himself up. He goes into the office the next day like nothing’s happened, causing many of his coworkers to worry and insist he visit a hospital.

Prior to working as a detective, Adrian wore whatever was comfortable. This mostly consisted of t-shirts, sweats, joggers, and baseball caps - all things he still wears when he’s off the clock. Michael was the first person to make Adrian more aware of how he presented himself. His mentor stressed how appearance was an indicator of professionalism and, if he wanted to be taken seriously as a detective, something he needed to follow through on consistently.

After Michael’s passing, Evelyn took on the role of pushing Adrian to expand his wardrobe. On their undercover cases and off-duty meetings, she always has a lot to say about his casual wear. Through her incessant pestering, Adrian has slowly started adding pieces to his collection just so he could make their conversations a little more bearable.

What quote best encapsulates Adrian?

“Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

While there are countless ways to interpret this quote, two of them are the most relevant to Adrian. The first has to do with the past. Behind every hero, there is usually a tragic event that shapes the rest of their life. For Adrian, that was losing his family. Their murders are the catalyst for him becoming a detective.

The second is more of a warning for the future. Making sacrifices is an unavoidable fact of being a hero. Adrian’s merciless pursuit of justice comes at the cost of everything else in his life. While he believes he has a righteous goal, being willing to go to any lengths to achieve it – violent or otherwise - pushes him further and further away from heroism. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and sometimes you don’t know you’re on that road until it’s far too late.

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This show is incredible, and honestly it's been the first one that I almost continued watching after finishing the assigned episodes. It's also chock full of discussion topics.

To start, the overarching theme of justice. This one is obvious. Light gets the supernatural ability to kill anyone from anywhere for any reason and in any way. Light uses it to get rid of people he believes are plaguing the world. This begs the question though, who gets to decide who plagues the world? From the perspective of many criminals sure, they know they are doing something wrong. But others believe that they are doing something for the good of the public. Most of the social change we have had throughout history has occurred because someone broke a few laws. The saying 'rules are meant to be broken' exists for a reason. Breaking rules challenges their authority, and forces people to think about whether that rule is fair or not, and whether it should continue to exist. With Light killing people who break rules ruins this entire idea. It silences the people who question the justice system in the most extreme way possible.

Another issue with Light killing these criminals is that many of them, as one of the people in the convention points out, are already on their way to execution. So, whats the point of killing them? They're already going to die anyway, Light is just quickening the justice that will eventually ensure. He is eliminating the bureaucracy that makes executions take so long. However, there have been plenty of instances where someone sentenced to death was later found innocent. Had they been executed on the spot, the justice system would have murdered an innocent civilian. These bureaucratic systems are in place for a reason. They allow for due process and time to correct mistakes that could have terrible consequences. The entire point of the justice system is not to kill those who are guilty, its to ensure that everyone receives fair treatment and that society flows smoothly. As we can see in Death Note, Light's killings do everything but keep society flowing smoothly. Everything halts for a while. Everyone is afraid that they might be next. And while this might seem like a good thing, as people try to be the best, most upstanding version of themselves, it goes back to the idea of social change. Social change can only occur by challenging the current issue. If people are too scared to do so, society stagnates. Breaking laws is necessary for progress. Every day previous legal precedents are challenged. The circumstances surrounding previous rulings are not absolute. But if we can't challenge those rulings because we'll be murdered by some omnipotent character who decides we are guilty, nothing changes. Those unfair rulings stay in place and we deteriorate as a society.

Death Note also plays with blame. Like Light himself says as he's describing human behavior to Ryuk, humans tend to keep their most controversial opinions to themselves. That is, unless there's a way to share those opinions anonymously. This parallels what Light does with the Death Note. Had Light been handed a gun and told he could ask for anyone to be set before him so he could execute them, I doubt he would have killed so many people. The mask of the Death Note allows him to kill whoever he wants by quite literally lifting a pen. He doesn't have to watch them die. He doesn't have to directly accept blame from anyone. In fact, we see how he goes almost sociopathic with power after the fake L comes on the news broadcast, laughing a crazy laugh and putting on a psychotic smile. This is someone who has done nothing wrong. On the contrary, he has presumably helped the world's police organizations capture some of the most dangers criminals. Despite this, Light wants to kill him immediately, without a second of hesitation. This is the power of anonymity, and this is exactly what this anime is demonstrating.