#newly freed testicle

[tyforthevnm]

FrankIero: first day of tour: i just ripped my only pair of shorts getting out of the trailer and now my balls are hanging out the side. #sik 👊 [July 20, 2019 | 9:26 PM]

amandaveyart: you really do just smash that ‘send tweet’ button sometimes, huh

FrankIero: it is entirely possible my newly freed testicle swung out and smashed said button. 🤷‍♀️ [July 20, 2019 | 9:31 PM]

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[zefurrwrites-blog]

Gym Rat

A story done for Daze

Link: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/25442532/

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Gym Rat

By: Zefurr

Matt was never really a “fit” guy. He bordered the edge of average and overweight for most of his life. It never really bothered him up until now. He was gonna be in college next year and wanted to make a change before then. At 19 years old, he made a resolution to finally hit the gym and get in shape. Unfortunately for him, the nearest gym was nearly half an hour away and he didn’t want to make that trek. A sense of failure came upon him as he realized the year had nearly come to a close and he had yet to accomplish his goal. Driving home from work one day, he looked out the window at a red light. The name “4 Hour Fitness” caught his eye in big bold, red letters. Matt was curious how he had never noticed the building before, but he rarely took that route home from work. He decided to check the place out tomorrow. The next day he came to work with his gym bag and a change of clothes. He was eager to finally start on his fitness goal. The work day came and went and afterwards, he changed in the bathroom before going the same route home. When he got to the same light, he made the right into the shopping complex and parked outside the massive white building. Grabbing his workout bag from the back seat, Matt locked his car door and headed in. The inside was just as impressive as outside. Lane after lane of workout equipment lined the room with regular in various stages of their routines. Surprisingly though, Matt could only see men. “Can I help you sir?” boomed a voice from behind him. Startled, Matt jumped before facing the jacked worker that stood there. The guy’s nametag read Andrew. “Uhm, oh, I guess I’m interested in a membership” Matt said meekly. Andrew looks him over briefly before grinning. “Sure thing, just follow me to the front desk to fill out some paperwork” he said. It didn’t take long to fill everything out the membership fee was pretty inexpensive if Matt thought so himself. He even got his own locker for the locker room. Matt paid for a padlock his number, which was 153, towards the showers. He wasn’t complaining though, being gay himself. After putting his bag in the room and grabbing his water bottle he headed back out the common area. He used the gym’s water fountain to fill it up. Then, he began his workout by stretching in the yoga room. Matt didn’t want to pull anything half way into his workout so he made sure to stretch thoroughly. He had an app on his phone that would tell him what workouts to do on what day. It would be really useful especially since it broke it down into the different body parts he can choose to exercise that day. After mulling it over for a while he decided his day one workout would be on his legs. “First day?” came a voice in front of him. He looked up to see a handsome guy around his age. Buzz cut blonde hair clung to head and brown, friendly eyes stared him down. “Yeah, how’d you know?” Matt answered. “I’m a trainer here. I pretty much know all the regulars” he said. The man threw a towel over his shoulder and held out his hand. “The names Lucas” the man said holding out his hand. Matt fumbled with his phone and water bottle before stretching out his own hand to shake. “Matt” he told him. “Well Matt, I have a client to meet but hope I see you round” he said before exiting the yoga room. Now left to his devices, Matt pulled out some headphones to plug his ears as he worked out. The stretching from earlier made Matt feel more nimble as he went through his exercises. He decided to end his workout that day on the bikes. He did two miles on it before stopping for the day. Matt hit the showers semi glad there was no one else there at the moment. He felt a bit self-conscious still about people seeing him. After grabbing his car keys from his bag he headed out the gym after waving goodbye to Andrew at the desk. “Oh, he’ll do nicely” Andrew said to Lucas. *** Matt started going to gym regularly after that. He’d go almost every day after work. He got into the routine of working out a different part of himself every time he went. As he looked at himself in the mirror one night, he smiled at his reflection. All his hard work was finally paying off. There was some definition building all over him. He even managed to burn some of the fat off. Invigorated by his progress, Matt decided to up the ante. He started going to 4 Hour Fitness daily. Sometime he’d even go twice a day. After a while, he started calling in sick just to increase his workout time. All the working out went to not only his body, but he head. His confidence improved, he gained a swagger in his step, but also becoming quite cocky. All the while his progress was being observed his Andrew and Lucas as the two saw enough of it to put their plan into motion. The next day Matt showed up to the gym there was a table next to the front desk. Lucas was there handing out something to the other gym goers. “What’s all this?” he asked the man as he approached. “New gym promotional item for this month” “What are they?” Matt said picking up one of the bars. “They’re energy bars. 4 Hour Energy from 4 Hour Fitness” Lucas explained with a charming smile. “And they’re…free?” Matt asked looking over the contents. “Yep, totally free. Take as many as you like. Our treat for the continued support” Lucas replied. Matt wasn’t about to pass up a treat that’ll increase his workout time. He took a couple of the energy bars, thanked Lucas and headed for the locker rooms. All the while Lucas smiled knowingly. As he stuffed his bag into his locker, Matt took a bite out of the energy bar. It was sweet, tangy, with a slightly cheesy aftertaste. “Not bad” he said to himself as he took another bite. As he undressed he felt a stirring in his groin. He finished off the first bar starting on the second. All the while his shaft growing harder within the confines of his underwear. A lustful haze filling Matt’s mind as he continued to ear. His underwear was stretching out around his growing appendage but also sagging. Unbeknownst to Matt, his balls were swelling up obscenely. They were from their normal size to the size of kiwis, then oranges. Matt let out a moan that broke off into some sort of hiccup squeak hybrid. The sheer weight of his new testicles made his underwear drop beneath his legs. A pungent musky scent filled the already stale air of the locker room. Matt took a deep whiff of the scent growing more aroused by the second. His nose inflated and became more bulbous the more breaths he took in. A patch of skin started forming around his groin. It crept up his dick which retreated slightly inside. Taking the changing shaft in hand, Matt couldn’t help but start pumping it as his seed churned inside his newly massive balls. As he pumped his dick, Matt’s shaft brightened more and more in color. It went from its normal pink to a bright red color. The tip of his shaft losing its mushroom head as it tapered off into a point. “Ohhh fuuuuck” Matt groaned oblivious to the changes happening to him. The half-eaten energy bar hung loose in his free hand. It dropped to the ground and he lifted his newly freed hand to tweak his hardening nipples. The socks clinging to Matt’s feet ripped open as his nails stretched out in length. His sense of balance shifted as his sole of his foot elongated and his heel rose giving him a digitigrade stance. Matt’s toes also stretched out longer along with his nails becoming more prehensile as his big toes shrunk away slightly. Matt’s newly defined abs were becoming lost in a sea of growing grey fur. Grey fur that contrasted with the pinkish hue coloring on his feet and nose. All the while Matt continued to work his changed shaft. His grunts and moans became louder. With no underwear standing in the way, Matt’s tailbone had no obstacle to overcome as it rapidly grew out. The pink segmented appendage whipping as it grew to full length. The man moaned at that feeling like he had a second erection then. Matt subconsciously flexed his new tail as the change settled into place. The fur climbed down his torso joining the bush of fur around his sheath. It continued spreading stopping short of Matt’s elongated feet. The hand pumping his shaft also lightened into the same pink hue that covered the epithelial portions of his body. His nails grew out into sharp claws perfect for climbing. Matt felt himself coming closer to the edge and speed up his efforts. As the fur reached his chin, he felt his mouth pull away from his face. His nose speeding up the join the body part forming into a muzzle. As the muzzle stretched so did his teeth. His top and bottom teeth bucked out forming chompers perfect for chewing through things. Matt felt a tingling in his ears as they grew flopped over slightly before stretching out wider. He briefly lost his sense of hearing as they migrated further up his head resting on the patch of fur that used to be his hair. His hearing came back as the new receptors settled into place. The newly changed rat felt himself reach his limit and he came with a loud moan that broke off into a squeak. Cum splashed across the wooden bench in front of him but that too changed. His cum became paler and muskier as the color changed to an off yellow. Mike was breathing heavy from the exertion after that. His tongue rolling out the side of his mouth as unfocused eyes stared down at his new body. “What a sexy gym rat you turned out to be” said a familiar voice. Andrew strolled in followed by Lucas. The two men having gone through transformations of their own. The two rats stood naked with wispy tails flicking behind them and mischievous grins. “We hope you like your new form” Lucas said with swirling eyes. “I like my new form” Matt repeatedly monotony. “Don’t forget to tell a friend.” “I will tell a friend” he repeated “Good boy.” The three rats indulged in the empty locker room into the late hours of the night. END

[flutteringphalanges]

A Heart of Razor Wire

Summary:  An alternate universe in which the X-Men infiltrate the mutant research center, Transigen, and rescue the children within. It is there that Logan is introduced to an infant identified only as X-23. This story follows the plot idea of how life would unfold if Logan raised Laura from infancy and the events that would follow suit. FFN and Ao3

                                           Chapter Six

There's a clear, significant difference, outlook wise, when someone is made to wake up far too early than they would like. Being roused from a deep sleep because of Laura's cries was one thing. She, of course, is his daughter. It never mattered how exhausted or out of energy he was, hearing his child's wails of distress was a good enough reason to awaken from the deepest of sleeps. Even if her displeasure was merely a product of boredom and her desire to be freed from the confines of her crib. That he could deal with. That he had dealt with. But he sure as hell could not deal with this hell on Earth he was being flung into. A field trip.

"Watch it!" Logan growls as a group of young students, who have taken to roughhousing, bump into one of Charles's various glass shelves that hold what can only be assumed as precious artifacts to the professor. It shakes slightly, but thankfully doesn't do much more than that. Why the telepath kept things such as this in a figurative (and sometimes even literal) war zone, he'd never know. "Keep it outside."

It's evident that none of the children at fault take notice to the older man's words as they continue to hurry, shoving past one another with accompanying laughs towards the mansion's front doors. Logan inhales deeply, holding his breath for a few, long seconds before exhaling. If he had a real say in the decisions of the school, there would be a student populace cut off number. Charles somehow manages to successfully collect at least a half dozen new mutant kids a day. Okay, maybe not that many, but it sure seemed like it. And though he'd never admit it out loud and in words, he too had a soft spot for the children. Well, depending on his mood, of course.

"They're just excited," Jean says, giving the other mutant a mixed expression of amusement and sympathy. "It's rare any of the classes get to have a day of learning outside of the mansion, much less the entire school."

Logan looks the telekinetic mutant up and down, momentarily appreciating the deep red locks that fall past her shoulders and splay perfectly across the top of her blouse. It's only when he catches Jean eyeing him curiously that he suddenly remembers the woman is telepathic and most certainly had already scanned his mind. He turns his head, clearing his throat as he tries, and most likely is failing at, hiding his embarrassment. Much to his relief, and most likely due to the woman sparing him anymore mortification, Jean does not bring up his ogling. Instead, she immediately redirects the subject of conversation elsewhere.

"Where's Laura," she questions, Logan finally finding the courage to meet her eyes. "I'm surprised she's not here with you."

"Still asleep," he replies, mouth twitching into a small frown as, what can only be assumed as ivy, wraps around his ankle.

His eyes lock with the young mutant in question almost instantly, the color in the kid's face draining away in turn. With a sheepish expression, the boy draws back the dark vines. Out of the corner of his eye, Logan notices a group of children snickering, the plant attack evidently meant for them. Of course, the quiet laughing disappears the minute the students see the irate glare burned across the Adamantium claw bearing man. Before he can step forward to berate them, he feels Jean's hand rest on his shoulders.

"Don't," she says gently. "They didn't mean anything by it." She holds up her hand before he has a chance to argue his point. "Children," she reminds him. "They can't help it."

He grumbles something inaudible in response, but Jean chooses to ignore it. Instead, her eyes flicker down to the clipboard and to the long list of students. Christ, there had to be at least sixty names from Logan's rough calculation and that was only the first page. Charles really needed to put a cap on how many applicants he accepts.

But he wouldn't, the man's too damn generous and selfless...basically Mutant Jesus. Logan shakes his head, briefly thinking about how annoying it'll be when the eminent construction for another wing finally happens. At this point, they might as well open up a small village. Possibly large town. Hell, maybe a city. By now, he wouldn't be surprised.

"I'm gonna go get the baby," he says, more so to himself than Jean. "Don't wait up." He sure as hell can hold some hope that all of the vehicles will be filled by the time he makes it outside. "If people have to use my truck, don't let them screw with the infant seat. That thing's shit to get together."

At least three students collide into Logan as he pushes through the swarm of hurrying students. One, much to his displeasure, had been toying with a golf ball sized sphere of electricity...that, upon running into Logan, smashed into his crotch head on. God, until that moment, he thought that he knew what real pain felt like. Now, with his newly electrocuted nuts, he was proved otherwise...not that he could really even think clearly at that point. Thankfully, he was completely fine with being the parent to only one child. Even with his healing abilities, Logan's quite certain his fried nuts will ever be the same.

"Son of a bitch!" He hisses through clenched teeth. "I swear to whatever higher power, if someone slams into me one more time…"

Luckily, fate gives him a moment of peace and Logan manages to get to his room with injured, but still intact testicles. Laura's already sitting up by the time he enters, her face lighting up with her usually ever present smile when she sees him. He returns the gesture with an unintentional grimace, but his daughter is none the wiser to her father's present state.

"I'm glad one of us is having a good morning," the older mutant says, his words almost muted by the loud, happy babbling of the infant. "If you give your old man a break today, I'd much appreciate it. I could do without poop explosions or you somehow managing to get messy."

Slobber covered hands wipe against his face as Logan lifts the baby from the confines of her crib. As if on cue, the moment he manages to get a good hold on her, the all too familiar expression of pure concentration crosses her now, scrunched, red faced features. The smell that follows is almost horribly potent enough that her father actually considers if he'd take another shock to the balls rather than face what would most certainly be the literal hell of all diapers. He makes a mental note to himself that tonight, he'll enjoy a beer or two as an award for his courageous actions-or rather, for remaining sane by the end of the day.

"There's an entire aquarium full of animals out there and all you guys want to do is stay in the gift shop."

It isn't a question, more so of a remark as Logan watches his assigned group of kids happily explore the wonders of the over priced, cheaply made items in the ocean themed souvenir shop. At least it's easy enough to keep an eye on all of them, there's a positive. However, he knows well enough that the trip was planned as a learning experience and window shopping didn't fall into the educational category.

Meanwhile, sitting in the baby carrier strapped across his chest, a very drowsy Laura tries her best to fend off sleep. At first, Logan held a lot of resentment towards the bright pink, floral patterned device he'd have to sport-seeing as it felt like a kick to his manhood, but now it proved to be a godsend. One less thing to worry about, even if it did take away from his rugged appearance. But it holds Laura well enough and she seems to enjoy it, so maybe it's not as horrible as he originally led himself to believe.

Hello New York Aquarium guests! The unexpected voice over the intercom catches Logan by surprise, the volume far louder than it perhaps should be. We hope you are enjoying your day so far! In fifteen minutes, there will be a live feeding for our seals so we highly recommend that you make your way to the designated area so that you and your family can witness this fun event.

As if someone rang a dinner bell, Logan's suddenly rushed by the formally, preoccupied children who seem to have instantly forgotten the various knick knacks they'd been eyeing. Already knowing the question, or rather, pleading, about to be posed to him he holds up his hand as a means to shield himself from the assured bombardments of overlapping conversations.

"We can go," he says slowly. "But no racing or using any powers that would get us in...well, let's act normal and...respectful I guess."

Laura's lost to the world when they finally make it to the seal exhibition-which is, as he expected, already overcrowded. Before he can even comment, his assigned students had already pushed through the mass of people and disappeared. Cursing quietly to himself, Logan begins to look around, hoping to see someone he recognizes. And, much to his luck (for the first time that day) his gaze meets Storm's.

"How're things?" She asks, sounding slightly out of breath from making her way to him. "Hank and the Professor are back there," she gestures behind her. "...At least they had been." Ororo smiles and Logan cannot help but give her a small, half smile in return.

"Learned a lot about how pricey the gift shop is," Storm raises an eyebrow curiously and Logan, in turn, shrugs. "Hey," he states. "Least I kept them all together and in one piece...until now." He looks around only to see more guests filing in. "What about you?"

"Stopped a kid from trying to sneak a starfish into his pocket," she smirks. "But that was the only exciting event I've had to deal with."

Logan nods thoughtfully before his attention is drawn to the front where the glass enclosure sits. Despite being in the way back, he can clearly make out the shapes of the seals perched on rocks in anticipation for their meal. Murmurs of excitement wash across the crowd as a smiling employee enters into the exhibit, a bucket of raw fish in hand. As she goes to grab one, most likely planning to make the poor animal do a trick as a means of payment for his meal, a large, deafening sound ricochets off the walls and the glass surface of the display.

For a brief moment, everything is still as if the massive crowd of individuals has tapered down to a few. Then, in the distance, Logan sees Hank McCoy. He stands there, stare unfocused as something dark and wet blossoms from his chest, the shade a deep contrast to his blue fur. He sways slightly. Once. Twice. And quietly, face completely blank of any emotions, he collapses.

Then all Hell breaks loose.

[ecotone99]

[TH] ‘No one counted on Pee Wee’

Armed gunmen stormed the building in a meticulous, coordinated strike. The stunned occupants were caught completely off-guard by the violent blitzkrieg. The assailants had a well planned-out strategy and also the considerable advantage of surprise. They first went after the security guards; and then anyone else who might try to fight back. Once those perceived with the greatest chance of resistance were incapacitated, they worked their way down through the employees (in order of potential threat level).

They disarmed the security staff and bound them with zip ties. Then they strip searched everyone for cell phones, smart watches and pocket knives. All the physically fit men were tired up but older men, those with handicaps or impairments, and all the ladies were locked inside a secure, windowless room. Little Pee Wee Bond was sequestered there among them. His diminutive stature and non-threatening appearance as a mail room apprentice made the masked gunmen underestimate him. That was a (ahem) huge mistake.

No one was certain what was going on. Were they industrial terrorists? Organized thieves? Hyper-Religious zealots bent on killing disbelievers and ‘godless infidels’? Panic ensued. Everyone had their own theories but until more was known about the motive for the violent invasion, it was wild speculation. The few who resisted were quickly and savagely dealt with. That set a strong example among the ranks to discourage others from trying to be a ‘hero’.

As a small young man who’d been picked on many times in his life, Pee Wee bore a considerable chip on his shoulder. Some would refer to it as a ‘Napoleon complex’. Whatever the terminology, he was trained in many strategy and self-defense mediums. A reoccurring tenet of them was to use ‘brain over brawn’. In that case, picking your battles was practically an art form. When it first went down he could’ve taken out two or three of them, (and then earned a bullet for his trouble). It was infinitely wiser to wait for the right moment.

When the short-sighted assailants underestimated him yet again, he immediately sprang into action. With the precision of a ninja, Pee Wee threw a series of paralyzing, well-placed punches. The recipients doubled over in pain as he seized their weapons and then knocked ‘em out cold. Once bound, gagged, and stripped naked, he freed his cowering coworkers and gave the security people back their weapons. In a meticulous sweep of the premises, he and his rag-tag team of unassuming badasses sought to neutralize the rest of the violent gunmen.

By adorning their military uniforms, the security detail pretended to be part of the assault squad. Pee Wee posed as a newly-captured prisoner until they could get near enough to take them on with hand-to-hand combat. Once closer than three feet, he unleashed a merciless string of body blows to the testicles, ankles, and then a crushing chop to the Adam’s apple. The stunned gunmen collapsed in surrender from the crippling assault.

Under his extreme interrogation techniques, the gunmen finally cracked. Pee Wee stepped on their knuckles, removed pinky toes and burned off their eyelashes with a cigarette lighter. With no sign of mercy being granted, they finally realized who (or more accurately WHAT they were dealing with). He was no ordinary ‘mail room boy’. Despite them being programmed to ignore intense pain, it was pointless to resist the focused interrogator. He knew exactly how to extract the information he needed from them. Instead of alerting the authorities however, he lead the raid on their nearby command center for the ill-fated assault, and then shut it down permanently.

No one knew little Pee Wee Bond was a highly-decorated green beret in the local Boy Scout troupe, (but they certainly do now). Also, no one calls him ‘Pee Wee’ any more. Now he’s just known as ‘The badass mailman’.

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[kacydeneen]

Philadelphia Man Cleared of Murder After 27 Years in Prison

Willie Veasy, behind bars for 27 years for a 1992 murder in North Philadelphia, has been ordered free and his conviction vacated.

A judge ruled Wednesday morning that Veasy, now 53, be released immediately following years of appeals. Many of his family members watched in Judge Leon Tucker's courtroom as his freedom was granted shortly before 11 a.m.

Philly Man Freed After 21 Years in Murder He Didn't Commit

The Philadelphia District Attorney's office said there was not enough evidence for a new trial following recent analysis of the case and supported dropping the decades-old murder charge.

"Patience is a virtue. Patience is a skill," Tucker told Veasy as some family members cried with joy. "How long have you been patient?"

Man Acquitted of Rape After 25 Years in Prison to Get Nearly $10M

"27 years," Veasy responded.

"You're a free man," Tucked told him.

Philly Man Faces Retrial in 1991 Rape, Murder

Veasy, who was represented by the Pennsylvania Innocence Project, is the seventh Philadelphia man sentenced to life in the late 1980s and early 1990s freed this year. Since District Attorney Larry Krasner took office, nine former lifers have been freed.

He has been in prison since his arrest in June 1992 for a shooting six months earlier on West Russell Street in the Franklinville section of North Philadelphia.

Two men, John Lewis and Efrain Gonzalez, were shot Jan. 24 of that year, and Lewis eventually died from his wounds. Veasy's conviction was due in large part to a signed confession and an eyewitness account.

One of Veasy's attorneys, James Figorski, said Veasy and several other former lifers freed have cases with links to city homicide detectives during a time period three decades ago. Figorski added that more appeals of murder convictions from that time period are pending.

Four fellow former lifers came to Judge Tucker's courtroom on the 11th floor of the Criminal Justice Center in Philadelphia to lend support to Veasy and his family.

Tony Wright, who was freed in 2018 after his murder conviction was vacated, said he served time with Veasy and that Veasy is probably "numb right now."

"He's a great guy," Wright said. "And he's got a great family. He's going to be alright."

Wright said other wrongfully convicted men are still in prison, so the fight is not yet over. "Ain't none of us free until all of us are," Wright said.

Veasy’s boss at the time he was charged, Seth Schram, was in the courtroom and said he was "overwhelmed."

Schram has said Veasy was at work at the time the fatal shooting occurred.

“Willie and I are the same age. I’ve been able to live my last 27 years free. Willie hasn’t,” Schram said.

Over the years, the case against Veasy has been dissected by attorneys from the Innocence Project and found to have discrepancies, according to court filings. They include:

- The eyewitness has since allegedly confessed to being legally blind.

- The detective who interrogated the suspect allegedly kicked the young man repeatedly in his testicles before getting a signed confession.

- The suspect, according to his former boss, was working miles away when the slaying took place.

Still, Veasy remained behind bars. But he remained adamant that he's an innocent man.

"You have to wake up to that realization that you're actually in here, which you really can't believe," Veasy told NBC10 in a phone interview from Graterford State Prison in Montgomery County in 2018.

"I can't believe I'm actually incarcerated for something I didn't do," Veasy said.

Veasy is part of a cluster of prisoners who have challenged their life sentences on murder convictions in the late 1980s through early 1990s.

Their challenges are rooted, in part, in tactics by Philadelphia homicide detectives whose approach is now being scrutinized not only in local courts, but also in federal lawsuits.

In a 2016 federal lawsuit filed by Wright, the former lifer, against the City of Philadelphia, and which was settled in July 2018, the Veasy case was mentioned as part of a rundown of numerous accusations against a group of detectives and their supervisors who worked in the city homicide unit three decades ago.

It claimed that a now-retired detective who interrogated Veasy may have forced him into signing a confession. Eleven detectives, along with the City of Philadelphia, were named in the Wright lawsuit.

The detective "smacked him around and kicked his testicles several times until Mr. Veasy agreed to sign the 'confession,'" the lawsuit alleged.

As for the lead witness, she said seven years after Veasy's conviction in a sworn statement taken as part of an investigation by a University of Pennsylvania law professor and his law class that her vision is, and always has been, poor.

"My vision is very poor and I'm virtually legally blind," she said. "My vision was like this at the time of the crime."

Following new evidence and disclosures in filings this year, the District Attorney's office declined to challenge an appeal to Tucker.

At the hearing Wednesday, following a newly filed statement of facts in the case, Patricia Cummings, assistant district attorney in charge of conviction appeals reviews, told Tucker that evidence did not support holding a new trial for Veasy.

Tucker accepted the DA's position and declared the murder charge against Veasy "nolle prossed," or dropped.

This is a developing story and will be updated.

Photo Credit: Provided Philadelphia Man Cleared of Murder After 27 Years in Prison published first on Miami News

[universalpolytheism]

On the Origin and Nature of the Mysteries, Part 2

According to what the current Mysteries believe, Uranus was the "primordial Mystery" that arose from the collective consciousness of life as it appeared and began to spread throughout the Universe, a being of pure Masculine energy. Gaia is the living spirit of the Planet Earth itself, pure Feminine energy.  It's Uranus and Gaia's different natures that sort of "set" what Masculine energy and Feminine energy were going to be.

When the first third-generation Mysteries were born, Uranus was already gone; their father Cronus would tell them that Uranus had discovered (or possibly created) the Triskaidekatheon within the 13th dimension and had forcibly mated with Gaia to create the 12 other beings who would inhabit it with him, while he himself inhabited Node XIII.  But Gaia asked Cronus to slay Uranus, and he attempted to - tearing off a piece of Uranus' Masculine energy (often called "his testicles" though this is inaccurate) which fell to Earth and combined with Gaia's Feminine energy once more to unintentionally create the thirteenth second-generation Mystery, a Feminine Mystery now called Aphrodite.  

Uranus left Earth, never to be seen again, though it's believed he still exists.  His last words to his son Cronus were simply "You will be overthrown by your own child as I was."  Gaia does still exist as well; the Mysteries consider themselves Gaia's protector, and they believe that if Gaia is lost, so will be the Mysteries. The "Underworld" exists within a dimension created by and a part of Gaia, so Hades is the only Mystery who communicates with her.

By the time of Hestia's birth, Aphrodite was an adolescent, inhabiting the Node XIII that once belonged to her father, and Cronus was the undisputed ruler of an Earth of microscopic life and a carbon dioxide atmosphere.

With his father's warning of overthrow still in his mind, whenever Rhea gave birth to one of Cronus' children, he immediately imprisoned all of their immense energy within Node I with himself.  

Rhea hid her sixth child, Zeus, away from Cronus, and Aphrodite betrayed the rest of the 2nd Generation Mysteries, allowed Zeus to enter her Node XIII in her place, and from there he was able to confront his father in Node I.  Virtually all of the Titanomachy took place within the Triskaidekatheon, with the newly freed 3rd Generation Mysteries using their powers to change the balance of life and power on Earth over millions of years.  Their trump card was oxygen.  By causing photosynthesis to evolve, the 3GMs increased the concentration of oxygen in the Earth's atmosphere and seas, poisoning the single-celled life from which the 2GMs drew most of their power.  And the six 3GMs plus Aphrodite won.

[sueboohscorner]

#Reign S4 EP 15 - "A Bride. A Box. A Body"

This week, we'll start in France because things are getting interesting. Narcisse is off to Scotland to deal with John Knox. Before he leaves, Catherine tells him about the deal she made with Spain.  If Charles will agree to wed a woman of Spain's choosing, Spain will go away. Charles seems to be on board and the Spanish ambassador has already shown Charles the portraits of the women Spain has chosen.  He is displeased with all of them especially the one that looks like a horse. 

The affair between Nicole and Henri is on and they sneak away to their secret hide-a-way in the village. Unfortunately, Luc Narcisse is also in town today and sees them.  But their romance is not the only secret that will be revealed that day. Nicole is about to learn another side to her prince. Thinking that Nicole is sleeping, Henri is drawn to the dressing table and Nicole's earrings. A fact about Henri that is based on fact, actually.  Unbeknownst to Henri, Nicole is awake and sees him. But she already has her suspicions about him and she admits to Henri that she knows.  Henri says that wearing women's clothing makes him feel powerful, more like himself and if she's bothered by it, there's the door. Nicole is not bothered at all.  She's actually quite intrigued which pleases Henri and they profess their love for one another. 

Back at court however, Luc returns and tells Catherine and Claude about the affair. Catherine knows that this will crush Charles if he finds out and she worries that it will send him back to the dark place. If Charles goes wonky again, the deal with Spain is in serious jeopardy. 

Claude and Luc share a brief moment and they seem drawn to each other. Claude tells her husband that she's missed him. Luc reaches for Claude but she pulls away. She has feelings for Luc but will not betray her promise to Leith.  This is the final straw for Luc, who finally asks Charles for an annulment. He will no longer stand in the way of Claude being with her true love. Perhaps Claude and Leith will be reunited in the finale???  

Later, everyone gathers in the throne room for Charles' announcement and it's a shocker! After his conversation with Luc, Charles has decided that he will not wed someone chosen for him. He will follow his heart and marry the woman he loves...And that woman is Nicole!  A very angry Spanish ambassador storms out and Catherine knows that this means the deal is off with Spain. Nicole takes her place beside Charles. 

On to Scotland, where once again Mary is fighting for her life and her throne. She is also out for blood. Mary, along with Bothwell and his army, return to the castle and arrest the Lord Treasurer, the one member of the privy council who has not fled. The traitor is strung up outside the castle and hung.  Mary takes back her crown. 

Fast forward two months, Knox is standing before Mary.  She knows Knox is behind the coup but without the privy council, she can't prove it. Knox knows that too. The men must be found and punished, of course, but Mary also intends to force the council to testify that John Knox was the mastermind behind the coup.  Knox tells Mary that the person she should be most concerned about - who also has much to gain by her demise as Knox - is her husband, Lord Darnley. Mary doesn't know where he is either and he could very well be gathering support for another coup. 

Knox is right. Mary and Bothwell know it too. The search begins and strangely, the first councilman is found on a tip from Darnley himself. Mary and Bothwell confront Darnley who tells his wife that he regrets what he's done and how he's behaved. He no longer wants more power.  All he wants is to be able to be a father to his child.  He promises to find the rest of the privy council to show her that he's serious. Do we trust him? Uh...not! 

True to his word (this time), Darnley does manage to find one council member. He convinces the man that Queen Elizabeth wants to reward them by offering them refuge in England. The dude agrees and Darnley arranges for all the men to meet in an abandoned barn. Darnley lets Bothwell where the men will be but when he arrives to arrest the men all he finds is the barn burned to the ground and all the men dead. Darnley accuses John Knox but Bothwell thinks its more likely that Darnley set the fire. He does have a history. Both men have the same motive for setting the fire - with the men gone, there is no one to implicate either Darnley or Knox of orchestrating the coup. Darnley is brought back to the castle but is kept under guard. 

Meanwhile, Narcisse has arrived in Scotland intent on getting his revenge on John Knox for Lola's death. Mary wants justice for Lola, of course, but Narcisse wants it to be brutal and bloody and it is Mary's decision to have Knox stand trial and be convicted through the court. 

But Narcisse has his own plan for revenge and it is brutal and bloody!  Knox begs for his life. He says it was Elizabeth who ordered Lola's death not him!  Narcisse tells Knox not to worry, he has plans for everyone who was responsible for his wife's death, Elizabeth included. She will indeed pay dearly. 

In England, Elizabeth's relationship with the Archduke is moving forward.  She has honored her fiance's wishes that Gideon not return to court by sending him on diplomatic missions.  But Elizabeth is still queen and if she wants Gideon Blackburn, she will have him.  Gideon returns to England feeling unwell and clearly frustrated about the missions he's been given.  He knows it's because Elizabeth's husband to be has discovered their affair.  Gideon will never do anything to endanger Elizabeth's life or her throne but he also will not share her with another man. Sadly, Gideon ends their relationship. 

But Elizabeth loves Gideon and she is not prepared to let him go.  Gideon meets her in seclusion at an abandoned church. She professes her love for Gideon and says that if there was any way she could ditch her crown and marry him she would.  Inside the church, Elizabeth and Gideon have their own ceremony - as close to a wedding as they will ever get. The "newlyweds" take a stroll after the ceremony and suddenly Gideon stops, Elizabeth turns to see Gideon bleeding from his nose.  He collapses and Elizabeth rushes to his side. GIDEON DIES IN HER ARMS!  Elizabeth's servant, Jane, finds Elizabeth sitting alongside Gideon, holding his hand.  It's a scene that looks much like when Francis died and Mary did not want to let him go. Now Elizabeth has lost the love of her life. 

Mary learns of Gideon's death. Narcisse has returned and presented Mary with a box.  Inside the box, much to Mary's horror, is John Knox's testicles!  Mary quickly realizes that Narcisse is responsible for Gideon's death as well.  He makes no effort to deny what he's done nor does he feel remorse.  Elizabeth took Lola away from him, and now he has taken someone precious away from her. Mary screams at Narcisse to leave Scotland and never return. But Narcisse's actions and the cold-blooded murder of Gideon cause Mary to reconsider her recent actions and her need for retribution at any cost. She tells Bothwell that she does not want to become a monster like Narcisse. There will be no more bloodshed at her hand or in her defense. She wants peace and tells Bothwell that it must start with her.  She will begin by freeing her husband and trying to make their marriage work.  It means that she and Bothwell can never be together.  

Lady Lennox, Darnley's mother, visits her newly freed son in his chambers.  He looks a little loopy and when Lady Lennox asks her son if he set the fire that killed the privy council, he tells her that he didn't want to do it, but that Kiera told him he must.  Yes, that would be Kiera, who is dead but is still able to communicate the Darnley. So does this mean that Lord Darnley is nuts or cold Kiera really be alive?  We have two episodes to find out! 

Reign returns on Friday, June 10th at 9:00 pm on The CW.  Check back after for my recap!