#good samaritan hospital

[odinsblog]

Tens of thousands of people visit Bank of America stadium to watch the Carolina Panthers play football each year – never realizing they are walking on top of lost remnants of a once-thriving Black neighborhood established in the aftermath of the Civil War.

The stadium itself is built directly atop a relic of segregated healthcare: Good Samaritan Hospital, the first private hospital built in North Carolina to serve Black patients. Built in 1891, this historic hospital was one of the oldest of its kind in the United States.

It was also the site of one of the “most horrific racial incidents in Charlotte's history,” according to Dan Aldridge, professor of History and Africana Studies at Davidson College.

A mob of 30 to 35 armed, white men invaded the hospital, dragging a man out of the hospital and into the streets – and shooting him dead in front of the building.

The concept of “urban renewal” destroyed Black neighborhoods, communities, businesses and homes all across North Carolina, especially between 1949 and 1974.

Durham, for example, once had a prominent Black Wall Street, where Black businesses flourished; however, the historic community was almost completely destroyed by construction of the Durham Freeway.

Likewise, Raleigh once had 13 historic Freedmen's Villages, built entirely by men and women freed from slavery in the aftermath of emancipation. Today, only two are remaining, and Oberlin Village, the largest one, was cut in half by the construction of Wade Avenue.

Similarly, Charlotte's Brooklyn community was built by men and women freed from slavery in the late 1800s. Like many Black communities around the state, it was forced into an awful geographical location – on low-lying land where flooding, sewage and sanitation issues made life hazardous.

According to history in the Charlotte Library, the Brooklyn area was first identified on maps as ‘Logtown’ in the late 1800s – a name that matches closely with titles given to similar freedmen villages in the Triangle area, which were often called slang names like ‘Slabtown’ or ‘Save Rent’ due to their inexpensive homes.

In the 1900s, the area became known as Brooklyn, “a name that would become synonymous with the Black community until urban renewal.”

“It's a tragedy that so many stadiums were built on sites that were once Black communities,” said Aldridge. “They're poor neighborhoods. They're struggling neighborhoods. I won't romanticize them by claiming they're all like Black Wall Street, but they were people's homes and people's communities, and they were taken from them.”

Many historically significant Black sites were lost in urban renewal; likewise, many Black communities were forced to build in geographically unfit areas, making growing wealth and property more difficult – and more easily lost over time.

At its peak, Brooklyn was home to:

Charlotte's first Black public school

Charlotte's only Black high school

The city's first free library for Black patrons

The first companies to offer white collar jobs to Black workers

The first private hospital for Black citizens in Charlotte

Today, football players run up and down the Bank of America field for the amusement of thousands of cheering fans. However, in 1913, over a century ago, that same land had a very different story.

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[stellaeforged]

years after the trial, things had been quiet. but even then, talia was cautious; it was in her nature to be on the lookout, head turned over her shoulder constantly. it wasn’t as if she made a peaceful life for herself; she knew that choosing to testify against them was an invitation of their wrath. but even so ... even so, a part of her stupidly hoped that maybe, just maybe, she was wrong on this. that the org was torn apart from the inside out, that she would be able to look foward now. looking at it all, it was stupid of her to think it would die quietly, peacefully. it was still alive and well, thriving even, and it was sinking its claws into her. 

she had been walking home from her school once her last kid was picked up, a little later than normal. winter kept the sky dark, ominous, and she had been stubborn enough to take the same route home. she could have called thomas, even taken a cab. but for some reason, she didn’t think of it. her guard was down, and they had waited for that one in a million moment. she had noticed them when they first crossed the street onto her sidewalk, and soon enough they had caught up. there was a squeal of the car tires, and as one of them had lunged at her, she just remembered the car, the doors opening-- 

she wasn’t completely sure what had happened after that. 

they were young. young and with that same branding and probably in the same position she had been. eager to prove themselves, to keep their spot. she remembered that they had been nervous, that they were clumsy. that that was probably what kept her from getting shoved into the car. she can’t even think of how she thwarted it off. she just felt the aftermath of it all. the throbbing, the wetness, the -- shit. the wetness. her hand was red. no, no no no, that can’t be-- 

dark eyes snapped open, body immediately curling into itself and then recoiling in the agony. ‘-- where-- where am i--’ words spilled out of her as she fumbled to pull herself upright in the hospital bed, but the sight before her stopped her in her tracks. that sting at her eyes, her nose, the warmth in her face, the tears that began to dribble down her cheeks. she wasn’t sure whether it was relief or a different sort of horror clenching at her heart at that moment. ‘-- i’m so sorry, i’m -- i’m sorry, i didn’t -- i thought --’ but her voice gave out on her, her expression crumbling; she was too tired, too exhausted to hide her cries. ‘ i’m sorry ...’ // @heroexxs !! 

[foone]

Random thought brought on by seeing a veterinarian sign on the drive to Coffee Land, but I think Jesus would really appreciate people localizing his parable of the Good Samaritan.

Because, like, it's a good story, right? When the administrator-guy and the holy man wouldn't help the injured, the Samaritan went out of their way to make sure the injured man was able to get the help they needed, paid out of their own pocket. And that's good and all, but what even is a Samaritan? Do you know?

Well, they're a ethnoreligious group from northern Israel who follow Samaritanism, which split from Judaism sometime around the 11th century BCE. There's only about a thousand of them left. But around the time of Jesus, they were not very popular with your average Hebrew. Remember the Seleucid empire that was oppressing jews? There's a yearly celebration about it, involving a candle that lasted for 8 nights. Yeah. So at the time the Samaritans had taken the opportunity to point out they're not Jewish, they're Samaritans, so they wouldn't be persecuted. So they were seen as, like, selling out their brothers and sisters in the faith. Then by the time the Romans took over the whole area, the province of Judaea contained Samaria.

So basically the Jews and the seen-to-have-sold-them-out Samaritans were stuck in the same province, thanks to some Romans consolidating the areas they'd conquered. Tensions between the two groups were high, and I don't imagine either of them liked each other very much at all.

To a Jew of the first century CE, a Samaritan is basically the worst kind of person you could be, and that's exactly why Jesus used them in the parable of the Good Samaritan!

The parable isn't about Samaritans. It's about how the worst person you can imagine is a better person than the people you idolize and uplift, if that person takes care of their fellow man. It's about how you should love your neighbor as yourself, and who is your neighbor? Everyone. All people are your neighbors. Help them when they need help!

And that's why I say it should really be localized. You should tell this parable differently than it was told in AD 29 or whenever. Do you hate Samaritans? Probably not! You probably barely know who they are, even after I did some explaining up there. So why use them as your example? If Jesus was here, I don't think he would have done that.

So like, if you were giving a sermon on the good Samaritan in the 1960s to a white church, you should be like "so the policeman walked past, and the pastor walked past, but then a poor black guy saw the injured man, and got him help at the local hospital."

In the 80s, his rescuer is Soviet. In the 2000s, they're a Muslim, from Afghanistan or Iran.

Today? Maybe they're trans.

As an American, there's been many times that "Mexican" would have been the best choice. Maybe even today, especially if you specifically make them an undocumented migrant.

But yeah, the point is that you pick the group of people most hated by the audience you're talking to, and make the point that THEY ARE A BETTER PERSON THAN YOU and ALL THOSE YOU UPHOLD AS PILLARS OF THE COMMUNITY if they help their fellow man. If your worst enemy is lying injured in the street, you call the ambulance, you pay their doctor, you get them help. That's what Jesus says you should do. That's loving your neighbor, that's the Great Commandment.

And in the Roman province of Judea back in the first half of the first century, when talking to a Jewish audience, that meant the rescuer was a Samaritan helping a Jew. That was just the context for that one particular telling of the story. It shouldn't be told the same way today, or in the future. It should be an evolving parable, always changing, always adjusting the nationalities and situations and genders and everything. It's not a story about a specific event, it doesn't pretend to be history, it's a metaphorical lesson about what makes you a good person.

This parable is basically in the form of an "X, Y and Z walk into a bar" joke, and just like jokes, it should be updated over time. Those don't stay funny though the decades, as cultural attitudes shift. And this parable hasn't been updated in nearly two millenia, so it's long overdue.

[kiwicopia]

what about a request with pregnant reader,so female reader, they're in a poly relationship with Geto and Gojo,she's out for groceries when suddenly her water breaks and she immediatly calls the two?( they have made a group chat)

Meanwhile the two dads are on a mission to find the curse and exterminated when suddenly the curse locate the reader as they huff and phants on the street as Gojo and Geto are on the phone.

thank you in advance

🔞 MDNI | Husband!Gojo x Fem!Reader x Husband!Geto 🔞

TW: poly relationship, pregnancy, birth, twin children, fluffy ending.

Things were not supposed to turn out this way. You were supposed to stay home, not to go out and get groceries while your husband's were away for work. You were too heavily pregnant and just waiting to pop, which was the reason as to why they were so worried when receiving a sudden text about your water breaking in the store. They were foolish to think that someone as stubborn as you would listen to them, but that's what they loved about you.

Suguru tried to keep Satoru calm during it all, but to no avail. "Why did we leave her? Why couldn't she just stay home? What if we miss the birth?" The white-haired man was oozing with worry, his nerves practically shot at the thought of missing the entire thing. The dark-haired man beside him only sighed and shook his head.

"You worry too much, Satoru," he said.

"You don't worry enough," the man snapped.

Suguru only sighed in response. Truth be told, his own nerves ate at him, gnawing on his bones like a rabid dog. However, he had to be the calm one, or at least try to be. With Gojo freaking out as he was, it was up to Geto to be the level-headed one right now. "Worrying won't do either of us any good, you know. Stay calm, Satoru. Deep breaths if you have to."

His words were enough to keep the man from freaking out even more over the situation. Luckily for them, a good samaritan had taken you to the hospital and, to make matters better, the pair arrived in time to be present with you during the birth. Satoru let you hold his hand. A mistake on his part, as every contraction beforehand up until the final push had him believing his hand was torn off from how hard you gripped it. Suguru stood on the other side of the bed, his hand brushing back strands of hair that got in your face, and he cooed and whispered sweet praises as you pushed one last time.

"It's a girl," Geto whispered. Only after the infant was taken care of and swaddled in a soft, pink blanket was he finally able to hold her in his arms.

Satoru smiled brightly at the child. "She's beautiful," he said.

You hummed softly in response, your attention flicking from your baby girl and to your husbands. "You should see her brother." Your words caught them both by surprise, but before either of them could get a word out, in came a nurse with a blue bundle in her arms. Swaddled inside the blanket was a baby boy. Satoru took him from the nurse and carefully held him in his arms. The infant was quiet as he stared up at his father.

"He has my eyes," Gojo smiled.

"And my hair," Geto noted. While your son had Satoru's eyes and Suguru's hair, your daughter sported Suguru's eyes and Satoru's hair. The one thing they shared from you was their sweet smiles, even though it was all gummy.

Your husbands beamed with joy at the twins. You gave them beautiful children, and they love you even more for it. Despite missing the first birth of their son, they were at least happy to be able to witness the birth of their daughter. Gojo pressed a gentle kiss to your temple as he cradled your son in his arms, and Geto thanked you for giving them such wonderful blessings.

[gunebuggiesprompts]

Word of the Day dpxdc Prompt #10

July 14: comprise

Although Team Phantom thought that Dani completely stabilized when they sent her on her way to explore the world, they didn't realize that the ecto-dejecto wasn't permanent. So, while Dani was pit exploring, she began to feel the weakness from before. Freaking out, as she didn't want to -die- destablize, she landed in the first city she found as she was flying.

She was trying to find a way to get in contact with Danny for help whenever Jason found this very frantic teenager running around in Crime Alley, not looking like she knew where she was going. And as the good samaritan that Jason was, he tried to help. Dani was very reluctant at first until she realized that Jason had a very strong sense of ectoplasm, to the point that her own body was stabilizing just being around him.

Jason did not expect the young girl to trust him so easily, nor did he expect for her to stick to him so much. Was there something else going on? Maybe it had to do with her never talking about herself or where she came from, or the way she was frequently sick with something way worse than the flu, yet she did not want to go to a hospital or leave his side... At this point, he practically adopted a kid, and he has no clue what to do.

[wizardrousactivity]

They Promise. 2

CW: Pregnancy, relationship arguments, reader is fairly young (early twenties)

(Short chapter, trying to make them longer but I've been very busy.) Part | Next>>>

And then again, you remember it all again - A painful birth was ‘gifted’ to you, without anybody there for you to witness your son. What was supposed to be a special moment, you half-near crawled out the hospital with how your knees gave out. If it wasn’t for a good samaritan to give you a pity drive home. “Somebody else drove me home, I felt more cared for when a stranger helped me.”

“You guys are full of bullshit..” You bear witness to the way both get slightly more anxious, it's not told through their actions yet through their eyes - the guilty look that reigned deep in blue and brown eyes.

You move their hands out of the way, biting the inside of your cheek while your lips begin to wobble again. The overwhelming feeling of sadness washing over when you make your way to the once-shared bed, sheets stinking of their aroma still. No matter how many times you would clean and change them.

They kept trying to touch you, just feel you like they used to, but every time their hands moved with their thoughts you would reject their affections. “Why would you do that to me? Am I not good enough?”

The way you respond to everything breaks their heart, yet they can't bring themselves to be collective and respond like they usually do, not in a situation like this. “You can’t just remain fucking stoic- say something!” 

König and Ghost remain silent, their tongues going dry inside their mouths, along with that familiar sourness building inside their linings. You sigh, gaze softening. “Why won’t you just tell me anything..?”  silent and deprived now. Your breath nearly ceases, unable to take in more oxygen with the way your emotions build up in your throat.  “We couldn’t risk you.” Is all that Ghost croaks out, watching you fall apart again at the weight of his words. Watching how you desperately try to carry yourself despite the deprivation of humanity you face. “That's all you have to fuckin’ say to me? I carried this baby for 9 months! I was alone- I gave birth in a hospital all alone!” You retort, the baby continuing to cry in the background - its shrills don’t go unheard, at least to you.

You scurry over to the crib once again to hold your child, embracing it with tears - apologies flooding out of your mouth directly to it, even if it can’t understand you.. “Just.. go downstairs, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

And with that, they obey. Putting their hands up and heading downstairs as to your wishes, leaving you alone and once again isolated in your room. It’s nothing new, as you sit on your bed numb and tired. Your eyes droop thinking of how it could’ve come to this, should you even have met them in the first place. Were these two charming men you met - the right choice?

You don’t remember their sweetness anymore, the only thought filling your head of them - was how they left you stranded. How one day, they looked at you coldly, something that hasn’t been done in a while.

Sinking into the mattress, the baby rests on your chest. And you doze off, escaping the world you live in. Just to wake up again.

[degloved]

the main "criticism" (term used loosely) of saw x by and large seems to be not the cruelty of the traps themselves, but the utterly inadequate time given to complete them. cruelty does sort of come with the territory & debating the "right" dose for a saw movie is an exercise in futility, yet the almost laughably and woefully meager three minutes on the clock seem to be something of a hang-up to most people. "how were they meant to beat these traps?" "shouldn't john have given them a chance?" "valentina came so close, she did everything, it's not fair" which, while seemingly reasonable questions, all find their answer in one small fact: john kramer has an insatiable hunger for revenge. this is a character flaw that he himself cannot abide by, that he finds… distasteful. the jigsaw dogma is a metaphorical wool that he pulls over his own eyes, it's a distraction from the truth, it's his copium. the man invented a pseudo-religion to justify his crimes, which is… well, haven't men been inventing religions for this express purpose since the dawn of time? it's only in line with the trend.

point being, his gracious gift of a whole three minutes to saw one's leg off and extract bone marrow, to saw one's skull open and pick out brain matter, to break one's bones while being cooked alive by a radiation machine—it's… for his benefit more than anyone else's. deep down, he's never expected them to beat their tests. he never expects anyone to do so (but if they do, it's whatever at that point—because at the very least they've suffered.) though that's a tough pill to swallow, and he chooses not to. time and time again, he chooses not to. when he sat on that bench in that park, enjoying a lovely day out while fantasizing about a petty thief getting his fingers broken one by one & getting his eyes sucked out, he revealed everything. he revealed how much of a farce rehabilitation is, he revealed how much he'd rather see a person killed horribly than anything else. he revealed that he too likes how brutality feels.

he'd have us think the victims are picked somewhat at random, that he's simply being a good samaritan giving any old lowlife nobody a "new chance at life." he's not! cecil caused the death of gideon. amanda was one of the reasons cecil did what he did (and btw do not for a second think that hoffman was going to tell john something he didn't already know. amanda died for nothing in iii, because why else would have john targeted her in the first place?), easton and his buddies fucked john over insurance-wise, bobby offended john's sensibilities, kerry was too deep in the case, lawrence was a bit of a dick to him at the hospital... so on and forth. every last one of them a target of john's revenge fantasies, even if they did arrive wrapped up in layers of delusion and grandeur.

he still loved amanda though. and make no mistake abt that

[pluckyredhead]

ur post abt the green lantern’s political leanings was so interesting!! can you do one for the bat family? (but only if u wanna!!)

Honestly, I can't, because their politics are so incoherent.

Like, take Bruce. (And again, like with the Lanterns, I'm talking about canon here, not how I wish things were.) On the one hand, you would imagine he's pretty progressive, right? He's almost certainly a single issue voter and that single issue is gun control. He believes in rehabilitating criminals and in fact a lot of Wayne Enterprises hires are formerly incarcerated people. He is an active philanthropist who pours money into schools, orphanages, hospitals, public spaces, and the arts. These are all leftist values!

And yet the modern Batman is also a completely unrestrained violent anarchic-libertarian power fantasy. Bruce has invented his own law, which he enacts and enforces completely arbitrarily, however he feels like doing so. He obeys the laws he wants to obey and ignores the ones he doesn't care about, while insisting he is law-abiding. He tortures people literally constantly and considers it righteous. He uses the profits from his publicly traded company to become a one-man military industrial complex. (The emissions from the fucking Batmobile alone...!) He illegally surveils the entire city and sometimes the entire planet (Brother Eye, anyone?) because he has decided that his moral authority overrides literally anyone's right to privacy, anywhere. He allows his defeated foes to be locked up indefinitely regardless of their mental state in an institution that would make any qualified mental health professional run screaming in the opposite direction. He's sexist. All of these things sit on the right of the political spectrum, but imagine me pointing to the right like Charlie from It's Always Sunny pointing to his murder board.

And none of the Batfamily is any better. Some of them are honestly worse in certain aspects. Dick was a cop. Jason loves guns. Babs and Tim are even more in love with surveillance than Bruce is. Remember when Tim wanted to replace the police with, like, a Bat-army??? BECAUSE I DO.

It's not really "their fault," as much as anything can be a fictional character's fault. It's the result of being written by writers who are, for the most part, consciously trying to write the Bats as good Samaritans, but are also living in a world where we have had our brains warped by all of our blockbusters being funded by the US military, in a medium where badassery is prized above everything else, and so all this really problematic shit spills out onto the comics page without being questioned. It's also kind of a boiling frog situation: i.e. Batman has always had a cool car, so as he got tougher and tougher, of course that car would eventually become a tank, and no one stopped to go "Wait, what the fuck? What the fuck? How is this billionaire driving a tank around helping anyone???" I guess god bless Zack Snyder for inadvertently highlighting how fucking stupid and counterproductive a Batman taken to his worst extremes is.

To be clear, I don't think this is what most writers are trying to do with Batman (some of them are, but fuck those guys). But it's what happens when all you care about is rule of cool, and the more I think about it the more I'm like...shit, maybe Alan Moore was right and superheroes are just stupid.

Anyway in conclusion, comic book writers should consider the ramifications of what they're writing occasionally. But Bruce Wayne probably still votes blue, at least.

[celenawrites]

lumberjack!price (who used to be ex military) rescues you, an injured traveller, when he goes to the woods one day to cut wood.

he finds you, buried in a thick layer of snow and injured with a twisted ankle and some cracked ribs and so out of it due to the pain and the freezing weather and as a good Samaritan, he hauls you away bridal style back to his cabin near the woods, isolated from society - the perfect place for him to spend his retirement while chopping woods, hunting for food, etc.

lumberjack!price who contacts his doctor friends and tends to your wounds, dressing your fragile skin with alcohol wipes and sterilized gauze, cuz the nearest town is at least two hours away from here. he layers you up with the thickest blankets he has, tries his best to assist you into changing into a spare pair of clothes (his clothes that are too large on your frame) and he restraints himself from registering how pretty you look in his clothes despite how banged up you have been atm. he lays you down on the sofa and tends to the fireplace with the chopped wood he has, ensuring that you're warm and safe and miles away from experiencing anything close to hypothermia.

lumberjack!price who feels how smooth and soft and perfect your skin is, your body is under his calloused, scarred hands and how all he wants to do is protect you from anything that can pose as a danger to you.

lumberjack!price who keeps waking you up every two hours cuz he's afraid you have been concussed. he wakes you up and feeds you some medicines and home remedies, maybe he cooks you some warm food - creamy tomato soup, grilled sandwiches, maybe a bar of dark chocolate he had bought on his last town run for groceries and utilities. he keeps checking your temperature and blood pressure, worried sick about you and he vows to take you to the hospital first thing in the morning.

lumberjack!price who gets to know you while you recover and stay at his abode (he insisted, despite you trying to leave and get in touch with your trekking team). he learns about you, about the job you had, about how you decided to join a trek group in order to make more friends and to travel in your free time, about how the snow blizzard had made you all split up and somehow you ended up fainting in the cold, left for dead. luckily, he found you and you'd forever be grateful.

lumberjack!price who insists on doing everything for you, but you're just as stubborn as he is. you bake him mug cakes and cook him your ma's signature dishes, and you offer to clean the dishes after the meal but he gives you a look that almost makes you falter, but your family has instilled values of gratitude deep into your bones, so you protest anyway - making him settle for you drying the dishes he washes instead. the scene is domestic, and price realises that he likes your presence in his humble abode quite a lot.

lumberjack!price who feels his heart break a little whenever he sees you recover steadily. he wants you to get better, can barely handle the days when your pain gets the best of you - but he cannot make peace with the fact that you'd probably leave the moment you're given the 'OK' from the doctor.

lumberjack!price who always comes running in the middle of the night whenever you wake up screaming from a nightmare (replaying the day you got seperated from your friends, except there's no one to save you). he shushes you, holding you in his strong, muscled arms as he promises to always look out for you and kisses your forehead as he rocks you back to sleep, letting your head rest on his chest and fall asleep to the lullaby of his heart.

[izvmimi]

cw: part of mafia au. serious injury mention and hospital talk.

you should have known better to get involved.

now you sit, twiddling your thumbs, in a stranger's room, exasperated with the fact that you've had to tell nurse after tech after physician that you do not in fact know the man who's asleep in the hospital bed in the room with you, that all you are is a (now-reluctant) Good Samaritan who's gotten in over their head.

but what do you do when a young man falls directly into your arms, nearly taking you down with him?

you sigh, and bring one of your knees to your chest. you should have left as soon as the ambulance arrived, but somehow an unnecessary sense of responsibility compelled you to jump into the back of the ambulance with him, and that same morbid curiosity has kept you here. now that hours have passed, it would feel pointless to leave. perhaps that's sunk cost fallacy, you think, but you watch the young man slumber and sigh. perhaps you'll see this through.

you stare at the clock, then glance back at him, wondering how long it will be until he wakes, and how you'll introduce yourself. does he remember that he passed out in your arms? should you call him by his name, the one you just learned today from the worn id stuffed in the bloody wallet in the pocket of his jacket? what exactly is the etiquette when someone wakes up from surgery and is not surrounded by loved ones but an overly involved passerby?

you're strangers and yet by chance, now you're in the most intimate of spaces. you sigh, and hope someone can rescue from this situation, but alas his phone has not yet rung. it's been hours.

you check your own phone. about an hour ago you sent a message through Instagram to the man who last texted, thankful that izuku is the type of person who records people by their first and last name. 'Bakugou Katsuki' has not yet answered. you wonder if he even is a good person to message, given that he didn't seem all that nice in the message - 'where the fuck are you at?!' you've also messaged another man named 'Shoto Todoroki' with no profile picture (hopefully the right one), and wished you had a way to contact 'Mom <3'.

your own mother would think you were silly for staying this long, but part of you thinks that you would hate to be alone in a situation like this.

he'd stumbled into that train station, needing help but unable to form the words. you were the first person to notice the blood soaking through his clothes. you don't know anything about medicine but you moved quickly, and now you're here.

perhaps you should be concerned about why exactly a person would be walking around with stab wounds to the belly, but the young man is soft-featured, appearing far too gentle, particularly in sleep, to hurt anyone. you remind yourself that looks can be deceiving. perhaps he is insane, after all he seemed to smile right before he passed out.

the image of his smile lingers on your brain. you check your phone again. no reply.

and then you hear him shift.

suddenly you feel so vulnerable, your face drowning in heat. why are you here? he's wrapped up in blankets but moves a little too exuberantly, like he didn't just come out of anesthesia, and you open your mouth to tell him to slow down but nothing comes out. he looks around, a weary squint as he scans the room, and then his eyes settle on you.

they widen, a bright, brilliant green.

"fuck."

his voice is both everything and nothing like you expect. this also is committed to memory, just like his smile, just like his big green eyes.

you blink a few times in confusion, but you don't say anything. he continues to look at you, really take you in along with the surroundings, as he moves his limbs, fingers then wrists then arms and shoulders, as though in routine. you suspect this isn't the first time he's been knocked unconscious.

he's still looking at you, and you're still trying to come up with something to say, your voice choking in your throat.

"i-, i can explain," you start, but he's not listening.

"no fucking way these assholes killed me," he whispers under his breath.

you frown, but he's now talking a mile a minute, looking at his hands, then at you, then back at his hands.

"i can't fucking believe this!"

his head is in his hands now, and you're suddenly experiencing a quiet meltdown as he mutters to himself, something about how his mom will be pissed, how his friends will be pissed, how he cannot believe he let himself slip. this goes on for a few more minutes, and you observe, unsure of what to do before you decide to interrupt.

you stand, and approach.

"um... you're not dead."

your hand settles on his shoulder and he tenses, and you quickly withdraw your hand. what are you doing? you think.

"you're not dead! i'm sorry, i know this must be really strange and actually i think i'll leave now," you trail off, embarrassed.

"wait no, don't go." he replies quickly. you stop in your tracks, and turn back to look at him, and really see him again - cleaned up and confused, bandages wrapped around his broad torso and for a moment you realize he's also cute, or rather boyishly handsome, and then you feel like a creep.

he takes your arm by the wrist first, and when you look terrified, he lets go, quickly, whispering a quick sorry.

"it's just that you looked like an angel."

your eyes widen.

"god, i should stop talking, shouldn't i?" he says, red flushing over a spray of freckles on both cheeks, yet another thing you're noticing for the first time. both of you are warm and uncomfortable - his phone rings finally, and you grab it and toss it gently in his direction before gathering all your things and stepping out.

your heart beats so fast you think it might burst, and you press your hands to your warmed cheeks.

an angel. is that what you stayed to hear?

you can hear someone yelling on the phone at him but try not to eavesdrop. you've trespassed enough.

but you think again about how you were this stranger's guardian angel for the rest of the night.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could you do John and Gary x a demon reader with memory loss?

A powerful demon that got a head injury, and after being taken in by a human hospital, comedicly thinks they're a human, despite being a little too big for that. When they say "oh I'm a normal human, like everyone else", they're saying it genuinely, because they think their "condition" (being a demon) makes them look weird.

I think it would be funny to see headcanons of John trying to go along with it like "sure buddy, that house fire you were TOTALLY in sure messed up your face bad, glad that you're working well at the local library- sure man your face 100% doesn't scare me-"

While Gary is trying to convince this extremely powerful demon of his past only to be hit by "Oh, Sorry. I'm an atheist. I don't believe in demons, or god." By the poor oblivious demon lord.

I love this idea fhhshfw Demon!Reader just forgor

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John Ward

He was visiting the library to look for any leads regarding Gary Miller and finds you just,,,,chilling at the register.

It's broad daylight, it's semi busy, and everything seems a bit too normal.

But John still senses a great evil radiating from you and believes every human here is in grave danger.

Yet it's strange seeing you, a big and scary demon wearing their clothes, not have any urge to kill them or paint the halls with blood.

Meanwhile you only see a man who looks lost, forgetting that HE was the one Gary assigned you to eliminate.

"Are you finding everything okay, sir? Ready to checkout?"

"Um..not yet. Thank you." He speaks with great caution, nervously fidgeting with his crucifix. "You wouldn't happen to be the notorious demon-?"

"Demon?" You cut him off with a sigh. "...listen, I know my face looks scary. But that house fire gave me some pretty gnarly scars. I promise I'm a normal human being, just like you."

"....I see." Poor John is terribly confused, especially as you uttered that "normal human being" bs.

It appears you were brainwashed into believing you're human, and you attributed your demonic appearance to burns from a fire you supposedly escaped.

But in reality, you did get a severe head injury while punishing some defecting cultists for trying to burn Gary's writings.

You torched their home, although your physical form got viciously attacked..and a good samaritan found you passed out not long afterwards, taking you to the hospital.

The doctors saw your human skin (aka your disguise) sloughing off but assumed it was from the burns.

By that point you had terrible memory loss, forgetting your time in Hell, Gary's cult, your mission....and even your own species.

But you've quickly adapted to human life, as you began working full time at the library after recovering.

Still, John's not convinced. So he tries asking around, believing somebody was covering for you or was in allegiance with Gary.

Yet he gets only rude stares and remarks of how you were just a friendly volunteer trying to do their best.

He soon realizes you won't be of any use in helping him figure out Gary's plans...as you didn't even know who he was.

All you said was that he sounded like a "nice guy".

Gary Miller

Being just a rank below Malphas, you had the potential to wield great influence over the thralls/cultists on Earth.

So Gary summoned you to weed out the traitors in his cult who spoke of burning his books or revealing them to the public, but doesn't realize what ended up happening to you until much, much later.

A thrall spotted you leaving the hospital, and at first he thinks the cult's cover was blown.

Lucky for him, you apparently made up a story for the human doctors and they 100% believed it.

The next time he meets you for an update, you're happily working at the library dressed in human clothing.

Yet when he privately visits you during your coffee break, he realizes that this little "act" you're putting on may not be an act after all...

You don't remember him at all, and he wonders if this is some trick or not.

Becoming Astaroth for a moment, he forcibly summons you in Garyland, bewildered but trying to stay calm.

He still holds a great respect for all demons, of course.

"Tu es ultor animarum...what has changed? I've done everything you've asked me to and more. Do you grow weary of your duties?"

"....um.." You stare at him weirdly. "Was that Spanish you were speaking just then? And the only "duties" I know of are back at the library, so-"

"You recall...nothing? You don't even recognize the Great Duke of Hell standing before you?" He grows frustrated. "You were a great lord. You've dragged traitors into the Unseen World to-"

"Listen, no offense but...I'm atheist." You bluntly tell him. "It's fine if you believe in God and demons and stuff, but it's just..not my thing. Now how do I get out of here? I don't wanna miss the sweet old lady who comes in every now and then to see if we have any new cookbooks."

[crimeronan]

once again toiling in the "worst conceivable timelines that could happen in the princess AU" mines. this one involves hunter dying but you can probably come up with a version of it where he survives and luz just Thinks he's dead. anyway

DESPERATELY compelled by the concept of luz being unable to kill belos & belos doing exactly what he threatened, in getting rid of hunter and dragging luz back to the human world. i know i've said before that she would just give up but i'm. thinking about her running away. probably in pursuit of self-destruction. and getting found by a good samaritan & her identity being confirmed

idk how all the logistics of that go down bc i don't really care to think about the involved cops or hospitals, mainly i'm skipping to like. luz with camila and vee because obviously camila is still her mom. and vee being unsure whether or not she should tell luz that she's a basilisk or that she and camila know about the isles.

for her part, luz will barely speak to anybody about anything and is having The Worst Time Possible. she won't talk about what happened to her and there's a basic consensus that she must have been held captive for the past thirteen years but all the therapists social workers and doctors in the world can't pry anything out of her.

vee feeling horrifically guilty that she wrote luz off as a spoiled princess bc she doesn't know exactly what happened to luz, but she knows what belos did to HER. so she's pretty good at imagining possibilities.

and camila just. desperately trying to take care of this nearly-catatonic girl who has NO reason to remember, trust, or want anything to do with her.....

wow that would be awful. good thing that didn't happen

[dreadsuitsamus]

Android 17 x Reader Blurb 1

naturally we all love android 17 as the responsible, family-man park ranger that he is

but imagine being his little lover during his younger, wild days. where he was a rebel without a cause and doing whatever the hell he wanted to just because he had the freedom to do it

and imagine being more reckless than him. the bad influence, so to speak. the one that responds to his big and bad ideas with even bigger and badder ones. you two paint the town red wherever you go and you're wanted in so many cities and towns, but they'll never catch you. as long as 17 can fly, you two don't ever have to worry about a thing

or, so you hoped

all it took was one overzealous "good samaritan" to shatter the illusion and sober up 17. you'd gotten shot after being recognized, and to your credit, neither of you had even done anything illegal or even slightly mischievous. you were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time. and that was the end of it all. you were hurt too badly for 17 to have any choice other than to rush you to the nearest hospital so you wouldn't bleed out in his arms

then came the arrests. the trials. the plea deal

you taking the fall for everything

he had a sister, you reminded him when he argued against the idea. one with a husband and they're gonna have kids someday. and they'd need a cool uncle to make life interesting

he couldn't look at you when they took you away for the last time for your sentence. they certainly threw the book at you, making an example of you when they gave you a lifetime in prison— the guy that tried to kill you didn't even get five years. it's his biggest regret, even long after he's made his life on the island as a park ranger and spends his days defending the nature his old friend android 16 loved so much

he feels horrible living as a free man, grown up enough to recognize the things he did were wrong and yet you didn't get this chance. you were young and dumb and it cost you your life. he's never sent you anything, or even called to check in. he hates himself for it every day, for being a coward that can't face you and even thank you for what you did for him and his life

he's got a wife and kids, a steady job... he's happy. almost

his wife doesn't know about his past. and so imagine her confusion when she gets a phone call one night from 18 as 17 puts the kids to bed

"tell my brother to call me when he can"

and imagine 17's shock when he calls her back

"she's out of jail?!"

and looking for him

[gentrychild]

Fake dating!AU except both partners are All Might who legally adopted Izuku and was immediately caught parenting him in both forms.

Like many things in life, it happened because of the Commission but also a little because of AFO. Inko was around Kamino when the huge fight happened and as she was leaving the fight zone, she skipped a stair, fell down some high stairs, and bumped her head pretty bad. Coincidentally, AFO fled mid fight with All Might and Inko appeared at the hospital, probably dropped there by a Good Samaritan. It also means that All Might's real appearance was never revealed to the public and he still has some OFA juice. In any case, this led the HPSC to take a look at the dream team that rescued Izuku and when they saw that his guardian was in a slight coma and that his other guardian was MIA, they tried to pull a Hawks. All Might slapped adoption papers in their faces (yes, they were in his pocket, no, don't ask since when) and thought that the situation was okay until Inko woke up. He. Was. Wrong.

Because everyone in 1-A went "Well, isn't Deku's dad the sweet scarecrow man he is always hanging with?" and All Might panicked because Argh, Secret Identity, and Izuku, filled with the need to cause chaos, just went "Well, that's my other dad." and All Might ran with it.

1-A: "Well, didn't you tell us about your mom?"

Izuku: "You must be mistaken. It's always been me, my dad, and my dadmight."

The HPSC is still snooping around so Izuku, bless this sweet boy, make a whole romantic date plans for him. All Might goes to the amusement park, hit crepes, and use his superspeed and the power of residual image to create illusion tricks where he seems to be next to Yagi Toshinori, his secretary. He also makes sure to leave himself sweet notes and gifts because if he is too busy for his fake partner that happens to be him, he is going to make sure his fake partner who happens to be him feels appreciated!

Hawks is the only one at the Commission who knows the relationship is fake but can't prove it because Izuku keeps foiling him.

Inko wakes up from her coma a week later and All Might thinks he is finally going to be able to explain the situation but Inko, filled with the need to cause chaos, explains to the Commission that yes, Izuku is her son with All Might, and yes, of course she knows Toshinori, he is a dear friend of the family and All Might's partner! So All Might had to keep doing that... well, until OFA stops working, I guess.

1-A: "Wait, you have a mom?"

Izuku: "Of course!"

1-A: "You told us you didn't have a mom!"

Izuku: "You must be mistaken. It's always been my mom and dadmight then my mom, my dad and dadmight."

[offender42085]

Post 1111

Before and After

Samuel Scott Gray, South Carolina inmate 383041, born 2000, incarceration intake February 2020 at age 19, scheduled for release April 2028

Assault and Battery by a Mob, Burglary

In South Carolina, the crime of assault and battery by mob is defined as any act of violence inflicted by a group of 2 or more persons which results in either: (1) death, (2) serious bodily injury and/or (3) bodily injury to an individual or group of individuals. A “mob” occurs when two or more people assemble, without the authority to do so under law, for the premeditated purpose and intent to commit an act of violence against the person of an individual or the person of a group of individuals.

In April 2019, a man and a teen boy were charged for their connection to a crime spree in Oconee County, which resulted in an officer being injured.

According to an Oconee County Sheriff’s Office news release, a 15-year-old boy stole a relative’s vehicle and then went to pick up a 14-year-old girl.

The two teens then met up with another person who gave them a black Dodge Neon, and informed them the vehicle was stolen.

The juveniles then picked up Samuel Scott Gray.

According to the release, Gray and the teen boy tried to rob another person by force outside of the Bountyland Quick Stop in Bountyland .

Two hours later, Gray and the two teens drove the stolen vehicle into a ravine on Greenfield Road and Vine Road in Westminster.

According to the release, Good Samaritans made contact with the trio and tried to help them remove the vehicle from the ravine.

The Good Samaritans then saw that the suspects appeared to be impaired and said they were going to call police, which resulted in the suspects assaulting them and leaving the scene.

The suspects then crashed the vehicle near the area of Armstrong Road and Bypass 123 in Seneca. Gray reportedly ran from the scene and the teen boy resisted arrest, injuring an officer.

The teen girl stayed inside the vehicle.

Gray and the two teens were arrested. 

The injured officer was taken to Prisma Health Oconee Memorial Hospital, where he was treated and later released.

Gray was charged with two counts of contributing to the delinquency of a minor, possession of a stolen vehicle, attempted armed robbery, first-degree assault and battery and third-degree assault and battery.

The 15-year-old boy was charged with grand larceny, runaway, attempted armed robbery, first-degree assault and battery, possession of a stolen vehicle/receiving stolen property, resisting arrest, two counts of third-degree assault and battery, possession of tobacco and possesion of a controlled substance.

The girl was not charged.

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