#driving without a license

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"POLICEMAN SCOLDED "JUST LIKE HITLER"," Toronto Star. March 28, 1933. Page 2. --- J. D. Goldstein Believes All He Reads of Cadi's Fairness ==== The usual quiet procedure of traffic court was interrupted for a time yesterday when J. D. Goldstein, charged with reckless driving on Rose Ave. and with not producing a driving permit, appeared before Magistrate R. J. Browne.

"I would like to ask the officer what authority he has to threaten a citizen with dire consequences, when I had spoken to him quite civilly," he shouted. "He said he was going to have me given the maximum sentence because I didn't speak in a way that appealed to his vanity."

Goldstein said he had seen the officer coming and had turned up another street in an effort to avoid him.

"He said it was my type the police were looking for," he continued. "He spoke very derogatively, in a manner resembling that of Mr. Hitler." He explained he didn't have his license because he'd seen an extension of time announced in the newspapers.

"You don't believe everything you see there do you?" his worship asked.

"I believe everything I see about you, sir. They say you're very fair," came the prompt reply. He was told there would be a conviction on both charges. "But just to let you know that justice is not vindictive," Magistrate Browne said, "I'll fine you the minimum of $5 or ten days for speeding and remand you for sentence for the permit charge."

[starry-bi-sky]

I'm in A Mood™ (stressed) so im going back to my roots of melting two character together into one person. So bruce wayne!danny fenton. Danny Fenton who, for eight years, grew up in a beautiful gothic manor with his mom and dad under the name "Bruce Wayne". Playing piano with his mother, running around the manor with his father.

Then when he's eight it's ripped away from him. There's blood on his hands and pearls pooling at his feet, and both his parents are dead in front of him.

And he gets shipped off to distant relatives "the Fentons" shortly after, Alfred close on his heels because someone needs to take care of him, someone that knows him. Bruce goes to the Fentons for the safety of anonymity. Gotham's press wants to sink its teeth into him.

Danny misses his city even if it took everything from him. There are shadows in his eyes and he's pale as a sheet even beside his distant cousins, and they change his name to "Danny Fenton' because nobody should know that their newest child was illustrious orphan Bruce Wayne.

They call him Bruce behind closed doors. Danny prefers it that way, he clings onto the name -- the one his parents gave him -- like a lifeline. He makes friends with Sam and Tucker. Tucker takes one look at the willowy, morbid little boy standing in the corner like a shade, ghosts in his eyes, and drags him out into the sunlight, and takes him over to Sam.

When Danny is twelve, he's still not over it -- and he's a little obsessed with the Fentons' research, with the morbid. He has books upon books on death, murder, detective work. Anything he can get his hands on. And stars. He loves stars.

Alfred owns the apartment next to them and comes over regularly. Danny clings to him.

When Danny is twelve, he's still quiet, meek, a shy little thing prone to being bullied. Freaky little Fenton with the night in his eyes and too-cold skin even before he put one foot in the grave. in a sleepover in his room with Sam and Tucker, he tells them the truth. They're his friends, he trusts them.

"My name is Bruce." he murmurs, voice quiet as the breeze, always quiet. he's staring at his star-covered sheets.

"Like Bruce Wayne?" Tucker asks, a joking tone in his voice.

Danny smiles a little, lamb-like with insecurity. "I am Bruce Wayne." And he takes them down to the lab, disrupting Maddie and Jack, to prove it. Sam tells them of her own wealth then shortly after. They start calling Danny "Bruce" in private too -- its trust. Thats what it is. It's trust.

Sam goes to media functions and comes back with aching feet and complaints on her tongue -- and Danny soaks it up all like a sponge, splayed across a beanbag chair with Tucker in her room. He's not envious of her, he used to go to events with his parents and they kept him safe from the ugly of Gotham's Elite. For the most part. He's had comments made at him, he doesn't miss them.

Alfred returns to the manor semi-regularly, Danny goes with him. he wanders the hallways and helps Alfred clean, the last thing either of them want is for their home to fall into disrepair. He brings Jazz with him next time, then Tucker, then Sam. They all help him clean, and he shows them his room. The one across from his parents', it feels strange.

When Danny dies when he's fourteen, the first adult he tells is Alfred. He and Jazz go over to his house more often than they stay in the Fentonworks building. At least at Alfred's, the food doesn't come to life. Alfred sits at the kitchen table and weeps when Danny tells him, Jazz is upstairs, and its just the two of them.

Danny's ghost form wears pearls around his wrist and the gloves look stained with some kind of black substance. He looks like a child who died in a lab accident, but he also looks like a child who has shadows dripping off his shoulders, curling at his feet, hanging from his eyes.

because amorphous blob batman has my heart always and danny/bruce will not escape it even in death even if that IS the only reason im giving him Mild BatBlob Vibes...so far

when they go to the manor, alfred helps danny make a pile of stones between Martha and Thomas' graves, nobody but the two of them (and sam and tucker) will know what it means. (not even bruce's children later down the line, not for a long, long time)

danny dives into ghost fighting on shaky feet and not half as witty as he once was in one world. he's skittish, skittering between blasts from shadow to shadow and clumsily making his way through each battle. but helping people lights a fire in him. he still has shadows dripping off his feet but there's a purpose in his eyes.

and god help him, he's going to help people.

[thecaduceusclay]

"this character in iwtv isn't a victim-" but YES they ARE!!!

literally everyone in this entire series is victimized, at some point, by something! that's half the point! like whether it is a system or society or individual or circumstance!

your problem is just that you're conflating victimhood with innocence, with being morally right, with being the "good" one. and your problem there is that no one in this series is innocent

[hajihiko]

they're taking the train

[wiisagi-maiingan]

[buttercupart]

Oh a tag by @bogos-bint3d just reminded me

I headcanon this general hairstyle to be popular with monsters who have fur/hair, and/or human allies of monsters following the end of Undertale.

Chara, during their time in the underground, would tie their hair up in space buns to mimic horns, and kept the front bits longer to mimic goat ears during Dreemurr family royal events.

Post-UT Frisk, after starting as Papyrus’ intern of Human/Monster Ambassadorial relations, started doing horn-buns to resemble/represent their mom Toriel (also the Dreemurrs in general).

[leviiackrman]

Ya gal officially has 4 jobs🤪

[rin-the-shadow]

So going back on my "What if Robin and the Riddler had to team up because Batman was incapacitated?" bullshit again. But since the original image that inspired it was the one of Riddler and Molly (in disguise as Robin) wearing helmets in the car, I am now envisioning this:

Riddler: *Giddily climbing into the driver's side of the vehicle*

Robin: "...Are you sure you should be the one driving?"

Riddler: "Of course. You don't have a license, do you, Boy Wonder?"

Robin: "I have a learner's permit."

Riddler: *triumphantly raising a finger.*

Riddler: "Ah, but you do not have a licensed driver in the car, and unlike you, I have no qualms about breaking the law!"

Robin: *snaps fingers in annoyance*

Robin: "Holy misdemeanor!"

[lungfuls]

Interesting that the # of licensed drivers in the US is decreasing

[ratnix]

Hear me out

Balkan Monty

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"COURT DISMISSES TWO CHARGES BUT THIRD IS UPHELD," Hamilton Spectator. October 7, 1943. Page 7. ---- George Belasko Sentenced to Three Months in Jail ---- Had Fatal Accident While His License Was Suspended ---- George Belasko, 40, of 470 MacNab street north, was acquitted by Magistrate James MacKay in magistrate's court this morning on two charges, reckless and careless driving. On a third count, that of driving a car while his license was suspended, he will serve three months in jail, pay a fine of $25 and court costs of $12, or in default of payment spend an additional 21 days in jail. The car which he was driving will be impounded for three months.

The case arose out of an accident on Merrick street in front of Philpott tabernacle, on the morning of September 24, when William Stewart, 55, Canadian Express Co. employee, met his death. Mr. Stewart, who had stopped his truck, in front of the side entrance of the tabernacle on Merrick street and was about to deliver some parcels to Rev. Peter Hoogendam, the minister, who stood in the doorway, was crushed into the back of his truck by Belasko's car, which approached from the west on Merrick street. He died shortly after being rushed to hospital

Minister Testifies Rev. Mr. Hoogendam, an eyewitness to the happening, in testifying said that he thought Belasko was trying to park his car behind the truck, but instead the car had suddenly shot forward, knocking the deceased down. Inspector Andy Kay and P.C. William Sanderson in giving evidence revealed that the brakes of Belasko's car were worn down to the rivets they were so bad. Belasko when called to the stand told the court that he had been about to stop his car on Merrick street behind the truck. when his foot accidentally slipped from the brake to the accelerator.

Harvey McCulloch, crown attorney, pointed out that as the Ontario Department of Highways had suspended Belasko's license to drive a car in June of 1942 because of a conviction under the Traffic Act and would only permit him to drive again if he had accident insurance, and no company would insure him, the accused had no right whatever to be in charge of a car.

Joseph Sullivan was defence counsel.

[shinymisty-blog]

I was out with my mum today to pick up my sibling from work.

A long story cut short, we saw a car almost get into an accident.

My mum comments casually, "Good going, dingo! You almost caused an accident! And it would have been your fault!" And my brain just...INSTANTLY heard the comment in Sleet's voice, and I was just sitting in the car thinking about how Dingo almost ran over someone back in Underground Masquerade. And Sleet didn't even bat an eye.

And then it hit me...

These two never got their driver's license... did they?

[7oranges]

to be so honest living out of province is hard as fuck

[eiraeths]

most motorcycles being a manual is going to be my downfall what the fuck do you mean i gotta listen to the rpm to know when to change gears IT ALL SOUNDS LIKE RUMBLING

[mvrtaiswriting]

i graduated university but dont ask me to memorise the driving theory test answer bc i dont understand them and when i do, they don't stick to my brain. i just dont know.

[qzse-rtv]

Pick your head up, Queen. Your crown's falling off.

Im going to kill you