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offender42085 · 15 days

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Before and After.......when it comes to crime, "the hand of one is the hand of all....."

Jordan Pasquale Principe, South Carolina inmate 374101, born 1998, incarceration intake October 2017, at age 19, scheduled for release January 2037

Voluntary Manslaughter

In October 2017, a Conway, South Carolina teen was sentenced to 25 years in jail after he pleaded guilty to voluntary manslaughter in connection with the shooting death of a Coastal Carolina University student in November 2015.

Jordan Pasquale Principe, 19, caused lawyers and Circuit Judge Steven John to leave the courtroom for a caucus in the judge’s office when he questioned the way prosecutor Josh Holford described the crime.

Holford said Principe and a co-defendant Alfred Quinte Dunkin, 22, also of Conway, went to an apartment on Technology Boulevard (University Suites) allegedly for a drug buy, but the duo had already planned to rob Craig Gerald Gray Jr. Holford said there was a dispute over the marijuana and Principe shot Gray, who was 21-years-old when the crime occurred.

Holford said there was initially some question about which young man shot Gray five times in the head, neck and shoulder area, but South Carolina law says the hand of one is the hand of all, and there was definitely a coordinated plan between the two defendants.

When John asked Principe if Holford’s account of the facts was correct, he said there was no armed robbery. That caused John to stop the plea hearing for a talk with Holford and Principe’s attorney Ralph Wilson Jr. After speaking in John’s office, the attorneys came back, summoned the defendant and two members of the victim’s family and they all headed out for more discussions.

When court reconvened, Principe swapped his guilty plea for an 'Alford' plea, which means he doesn’t admit guilt, but acknowledges that if the case went before a jury, in view of the evidence against him, there is a reasonable likelihood that he would be found guilty.

John stuck with a deal offered to Principe for his voluntary manslaughter plea and sentenced him to 25 years in prison. He could have given him anywhere from two to 30 years.

Wilson said the two men fled after the killing, Dunkin threw the gun away and later tried to get someone to retrieve it. He also initially told police he was at his girlfriend’s house when the incident happened, but she told police that wasn’t true, according to the defense attorney.

Wilson said Principe breaks down and cries when they talk about Gray, and Principe’s father told John, “He’s sorry for everything.”

Principe was originally charged with murder and possession of a weapon during the commission of a violent crime.

Voluntary manslaughter is a most serious, violent crime and counts as one strike in South Carolina’s two strike law. If he commits another serious crime, he faces a life without parole sentence. At this October 2017 sentencing, he had been detained since November of 2015 and was given credit for the 553 days he’s spent in jail and 125 on home detention.

Dunkin was a participant with Principe, but ultimately did not fire the fatal shots, Holford said. Dunkin also agreed to testify against Principe at trial, which was scheduled to begin the following week. After Principe declined to go to trial, he accepted responsibility for Gray’s death, and was sentenced.

#inmate

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cruetrimeblog · 9 months

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The Unfortunate Story of Michelle Knotek

Michelle Knotek is a convicted murderer from Raymond, Washington. She was convicted of second degree murder and first degree manslaughter in 2004. She was responsible for the torture and death of Kathy Loreno and Ronald Woodworth. Both were friends of Michelle who lived with her at different times. Her husband David was convicted of the murder of Shane Watson, their 17 year old nephew. It's also suspected that Michelle was responsible for the death of 81 year old James McClintock, from whom Michelle inherited many assets after his death. James died from a traumatic head injury while Michelle was acting as his caretaker. The Knoteks' case became widely known due to the presence of abuse and torture.

Michelle was sentenced to 22 years in prison. She served 18 years of that sentence and was released on November 8, 2022. David was sentenced to 15 years in prison. He served 13 years of that sentence and was paroled in 2016.

Kathy Loreno was working as a hairdresser in Washington when she befriended Michelle. Kathy moved in with the Knoteks in 1991 after having an argument with her family. She had no idea about the psychical abuse she would endure there. Kathy was reported missing by her family in 1994. When authorities asked the Knoteks about Kathy, they stated that she ran off with a truck driver and moved to California.

Michelle told everyone that she was staying in contact with Kathy. However, Kathy's brother hired a private investigator who concluded that Michelle had most likely killed Kathy. David later told police that Kathy died by choking on her own vomit. But due to the physical abuse that the Knoteks had ben inflicting upon Kathy, David didn't take her to a hospital or report the incident to police.

Shane Watson was born in Tacoma in 1975. He was Michelle's nephew. He moved in with the Knoteks around 1988. Shane disappeared shortly after Kathy did. The Knoteks originally claimed that Shane ran away to Alaska to work as a fisherman. David later admitted that he shot Shane in the head with a rifle.

Investigators believed that David killed Shane to keep him quiet about Kathy's death after Michelle caught Shane with pictures of Kathy's abuse. David told investigators that he burned the bodies of Kathy and Shane and scattered their ashes at the beach.

Ronald Woodworth went to live with the Knoteks around 2001. He was a victim of their psychical abuse, just like Kathy. Witnesses claimed to see Ronald doing yard work in his underwear, and jumping from the second floor window with no shoes on, causing many injuries. Michelle would then pour boiling water and bleach onto his sore feet.

Ronald went missing in 2003. David later admitted to burying him on the Knotek property after Michelle told him that Ronald committed suicide. Ronald's autopsy determined that his death was a homicide.

Michelle was originally charged with two counts of first degree murder in the deaths of Kathy and Ronald. David was charged with first degree murder for Shane's death. David was also charged with criminal assistance and the unlawful disposal of human remains.

Both Knoteks pled guilty to lesser charges in 2004. Michelle entered an Alford plea. She pled guilty to one second degree murder charge and one charge for manslaughter. She was sentenced to 22 years in prison. She tried to appeal her convictions but was denied. She served 18 years of her sentence and was then released in 2022. David served 13 of his 15 year sentenced before being paroled in 2016.

#serialkiller #true creepy stories #truecrime #crime #dark #morbid #macabre

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boydykedoctor · 2 years

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eddie was semi based on a real dude what???? im about to be under the duffers beds hello

yep! based on damien echols, who narrowly avoided the death penalty in west memphis, arkansas because he took an Alford (guilty) plea for a murder he didn't commit. he was accused of killing three young boys when he was a teenager, and a lot of the evidence used against him relied on the fact that he was into "weird" stuff like dark music and the occult.

the paradise lost documentary series goes really in-depth on the case, and i watched all of them within one night. they're definitely made with some bias (especially #2 iirc), and contain pretty graphic photos and descriptions of the crime scene, so i don't recommend watching it without mental/emotional preparation for that. i'm not into "true crime" (actually like. vehemently hate it most of the time.) but i think the doc is really good at exploring corruption in the US criminal justice system, and that series is part of what saved him.

in june, he petitioned the court to take into account new DNA evidence to prove who killed the boys, but the state of arkansas denied him. like i'm glad to have learned about him because of the show, but man do i feel like they could've done better.

#ask #anonymous #damien echols #eddie munson #st4 #st

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 months

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1, 3, and 19 for the ask game! :)

Fanfic end of the year asks!

Favorite fic you wrote this year: I have a few faves, but I think one of them is probably The Worst Best Man! It was a Jake Seresin x Maid of Honor!Reader. It was honestly just so much fun; there were a lot of shenanigans, and I do love shenanigans.

19. any new fics to start next year: Oo gosh, yeah, a few 😅 One of the main ones that I'm working on currently is Bad Faith, a Harvey Specter x Ex Fiance!Reader

3. Favorite line/scene you wrote this year: This one was tricky for me, but I've settled on this bit from Points of Contact, a Borracho x Reader oneshot (it's kinda long, so throwing it under the cut. I selected this bit because I'm really happy with the dialogue!

“Okay,” You set the pad down. You don’t hand it back to him; you just keep your eyes on it, and your own notes. “Take me through it.”

Magalon eyes you with bored impatience from the other side of the desk.

“We can’t just go over the basics?”

“Look, detective,” You sigh heavily. “I know it’s late, and I’m sure you’ve had a long day, but I’ve got a meeting with Webster’s defense in the morning to talk about a plea deal,” Magalon’s expression shifts from disinterest to shocked anger at the revelation, but you push on: “And if they don’t take it, I need to know what I’m getting into with you on the stand.”

“A plea deal?” It comes from him low, and pissed off. The sound makes your stomach churn. Still, you force your face into a calm mask and give a shrug.

“Orders from the top,” You excuse. “There are other cases, new, untried cases that we could be putting the state’s resources to.”

“What are the terms?”

“Alford, second degree. Thirty.”

“He’d be out in ten.”

“And if we try this again and it doesn’t clear a jury, he’ll be out in a couple of months,” You point out.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t it clear this time?”

“Different jury, different sentencing standards, new evidence allowance, and he’s got new counsel. Could be a whole new ballgame.”

You don’t scold him about his tone, or the cursing. You don’t even flinch when he pushes his chair back and begins to pace. You just watch, and consider him. You know that if it comes to it, it’s better that his frustrations are letting out now. You raise your brows as he stops, his hands flexing on his hips, squeezing and loosening, like he’s trying to pull himself back down from whatever conclusions his mind is jumping to.

“I need to know what I’m getting into with you on the stand,” You repeat patiently. “Take me through it.”

Magalon is quiet for another moment, seeming to gather himself. He stares at the desk hard, eyes lingering on his notes intently.

“…You want the pad?” You ask.

“No.”

The reply is surly and flat, like a moody teen. You give him another moment, and when he doesn’t start, you push, “Fine. If you’re not gonna tell me, let’s game it out.” You lean forward, folding your arms on your desk and beginning to rattle through the questions you’d ask him in court:

“Are these your notes?”

“Yes.”

“Are they in your handwriting?”

“They are.”

“And they were written at the time of the event?”

“Yes.”

“Are they in pen or pencil?”

“You can see them, you tell me.”

Your neatly manicured nails press into the palms of your hands.

“Doesn’t matter. It’ll be needed for the record,” Is your careful reminder. “Are they in pen or pencil.”

“Pen.”

“Have they been altered, added to, or corrected?”

“No.”

“Can you recall the events in question?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Do you need the drawing of the croissant gun to refresh your memory?”

It cracks his tension, a little. His hands loosen a touch around his hips; his lips twitch with a smile that disappears as quickly as it appears.

“I do.”

You take the pad up, holding it out. Magalon takes the three steps forward needed to reach it, and you. He takes the pad from you, but he doesn’t look at it. He just absently taps it against his hand and turns, pacing again.

“You know you’ll be stationary for this, right?” You ask.

“We don’t need to game it out. I can just tell you.”

“You sure about that?”

Magalon turns and drops like a stone into the seat, scrubbing his palm over his eyes. You think you’re going to have to press him again, but—

“I got the call at 12:32 in the morning.”

“Were you already on shift, or did you get called in?”

“I was on shift. It was a slow night. It came in as a tip on a man named Jesse Briggs.”

“Who is Jesse Briggs?”

“He was a drug dealer, pretty high on our most-wanted list. He had an outstanding warrant for ditching parole. He’d been ducking us for two, three months, which was understandable, it was his third strike.”

“What was the tip?”

“A sighting, and an address. We’d had a couple tips similar to it in the previous weeks, but none that had pinned him so accurately. They’d mostly been area sightings.”

“What was the address?”

“Mill and Industrial Street. Skid Row.”

“I think we ought to frame it as the Wholesale District for the sake of testimony.”

Magalon gives a small nod, mutters, “Understood.”

“Go on.”

“There were already cops on the scene when I arrived. They’d been on patrol when they’d gotten a call about a disturbance in the same apartment building. They had already gotten into the apartment, found Briggs’ body and cordoned the area off.”

“And what state was Mr. Briggs found in?”

“Incredibly deceased.”

You have to fight back an inappropriate smile as you try again:

“And what state was Mr. Briggs found in?”

“California.”

“Detective.”

#asks #replies #anon

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metalheadcowboy · 2 years

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I think about this tweet so often because I really wonder how ”loosely” they mean. because Damien Echols, accused of sacrificing 8 year olds as part of a ritual similarly to how many in Hawkins Eddie to have killed Chrissy, possibly Patrick , and even Fred, was convicted, and originally sentenced to death before taking an Alford plea in this case. It really makes me wonder if Eddie survives, only to be arrested and taken to court on suspicion of murder.

#Tyler Talks #Eddie Munson #I mean I feel like they wouldn’t have the whole town rally around him only for them to just drop it in the end like “oh okay”#so I feel like either he dies or gets put in jail #Stranger Things

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leviabeat · 11 months

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#Michael's T Shirts

More about The West Memphis Three below the cut

The West Memphis Three are three men convicted as teenagers in 1994 of the 1993 murders of three boys in West Memphis, Arkansas, United States.

Damien Echols was sentenced to death, Jessie Misskelley Jr. to life imprisonment plus two 20-year sentences, and Jason Baldwin to life imprisonment. During the trial, the prosecution asserted that the juveniles killed the children as part of a Satanic ritual.

Following a 2010 decision by the Arkansas Supreme Court regarding newly produced DNA evidence and potential juror misconduct, the West Memphis Three negotiated a plea bargain with prosecutors. On August 19, 2011, they entered Alford pleas, which allowed them to assert their innocence while acknowledging that prosecutors have enough evidence to convict them. Judge David Laser accepted the pleas and sentenced the three to time served. They were released with 10-year suspended sentences, having served 18 years.

(Source: wiki)

Personal note here: if you look into the initial investigation a little bit, the police handled this about as well as the O.J. Simpson case. Just saying.

#volbeat #michael poulsen #Michael's t shirts #free the west memphis three #the west memphis three #west memphis three shirt

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luminousbeings-crudematter · 9 months

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Alford Plea

EPILOGUE - Life Sentence

PAIRING: Chef! Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

WARNINGS: it’s nasty, it’s in the kitchen, Simon’s a dick, Reader’s a dick and this is some next level self-insertion. 18+ only.

4 part series + 1 "epilogue", all written, updates every Sat

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Epilogue

Alford Plea: A guilty plea containing a protestation of innocence.

Where you knew that fucking your boss could not possibly end well, but you did it anyway, because what else were you going to do? Not fuck him?

THEN

He wants to kiss you.

For what feels like the thousandth time that night, Simon Riley finds his attention inadvertently drawn to his chef de partie, and it’s getting ridiculous. Embarrassing. Reckless.

He finds that his eyes linger on the soft lines bracketing your mouth when you smile widely, genuinely, the way you lean forward to hear the bartender over the chaos of the bar, the way it makes your skirt ride up on the backs on your thighs. How, whatever you say makes the bartender giggle and soon, you’re almost hanging across the bar, your heads close together in an intense conversation like you’re best friends plotting the end of the world.

Simon’s attention is dragged away from you and back to the table, and from that point forward, the evening turns raucous. Though most of the staff are supposed to be back at work bright and early the next morning, the mood is relaxed and the alcohol is free-flowing and discounted.

But his eyes never drift too far from you. Fuck, he wants to kiss you, and it’s making him think stupid thoughts.

He watches you, trying to think of the right combination of words to say to you that will make you open to him the way you’ve opened up to the rest of them. Simon’s sure of what he wants but he’s in dire need of the courage for it. There’s a power differential, he’s your employer, and you’ve finally started to get along with him.

Well. You’re not at each other’s throats all the time now.

He looks down at his drink at the sobering thought and hums noncommittally at the tale Soap’s regalling, but when he looks back up, you’re sitting on a bar stool by yourself, looking down at your phone. Now there’s an opportunity, he thinks to himself, as he stands up and gives the table a vague story about getting a refill.

When he’s at the bar, he has barely a second before you use one gorgeous, bare leg to hook around a bar stool and pull it closer to you. Your eyes are mischievous, he thinks, bright and shiny and fucking gorgeous, and maybe…maybe he’ll just stay with you for a drink. Check on you, see how you’re settling in at work. That’s all. He’s your employer, you’ve both been drinking, you’re both rota’d on for work tomorrow…the whole thing would be too awkward. A bad idea, if he’s ever had one.

But then you throw a roguish grin at him and what he’s wanted all along—to kiss you? With one smile, you’ve just changed it—you’ve just turned it into a language in his head.

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You’re funny, he realises. In fact, there’s so many things about you that he’s never noticed while you’ve been at work, while he’s been too busy barking orders at you or throwing specs at you or breathing down your neck while you’re plating up. You’re funny and dorky and your smile is…kind of perfect.

And tonight, you’re different with him. You’re relaxed and the alcohol’s made you bolder and—God help him—you’re flirting with Simon. You’re laughing and teasing and taunting him, and you’re not too far gone, but you are just tipsy enough to miss when Simon casually switches to drinking water instead.

It feels like only moments later, so lost you are in each other, that it’s last calls at the bar—the two of you have long since given up on the rest of the staff—and you’re grabbing his hand, intertwining your fingers, and pushing him into a taxi before you stumble in yourself.

You’re laughing with him, at him, and it feels like the easiest thing in the world. Simon is a mess of instinct and adrenaline and the rush of discovering this new side to you—they all blend together in his mind and his body, and he doesn’t ever ever want it to stop. So he’s pleasantly surprised when you grab his face, still babbling, still so sassy and you’re about to kiss him, you practically pounce on him but—

“No making sex in my taxi!”

The speed with which you retreat from Simon leaves him stunned for a second, breathless and when his eyes blink open, your eyes are bright, mischief making the corners of your eyes crease, and you’re using both your hands to stifle the laugh that bubbles in your throat.

Simon laughs and leans back against the seat. “Alright mate, no making sex in your taxi,” he calls out to the driver. He turns to you with mock seriousness, trying very hard to hide a smile of his own. “No making sex.”

“In his taxi,” you murmur, looking straight at him, and fuck. You say it like a promise.

“In his taxi,” Simon repeats, dumbstruck. There is no ground under his feet, and free-falling has never felt so effortless.

____

You’re still giggling uncontrollably, saying…something, struggling with your keys, still failing to open the door to your flat, and Simon finds his arms reaching towards you, almost of their own accord. He turns you to face him, one hand cradling your face. His other arm hesitates, then hovers, then settles over your waist, naturally moulding to your contours and lines, and you take one step closer to him. Into him.

Simon doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system making you loose and pliant and so fucking warm, but he finds that he doesn’t care. For what feels like the first time in hours, you’ve shut up. You’re not giggling or recounting stories or teasing him. No, you’re doing that thing that women do that drive men like Simon insane. You’re alternating between looking at his eyes and his lips. Waiting for him to make the first move. You lick your own chapped lips, and this is it, Simon thinks. He’s going to kiss you now, and nothing about your relationship will ever be the same. He finds the thought scary, unsettling…but all doubt dissipates like tendrils of smoke when he finds that your eyes close and you lean forward all the same.

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NOW

You’re wriggling against Simon, trying to get comfortable, but he only grunts, and his arm tightens in response against your chest. The unconscious action makes you smile and blush. Like a moron.

You’d ended up napping on the floor after the night’s…activities, and you’ve got your back to his chest while his back leans against the legs of the deep fat fryer. Simon’s been kind enough to put his whites down under the two of you, so you have the particular privilege of leaning against his bare chest.

And it’s…nice. Comforting.

The moment’s ruined with the blaring sound of your alarm going off on your phone—it startles you and you curse out loud as you try to shut it off. He moans in his sleep and you freeze, a quiet whisper of fucking shit leaving you anyway, before he settles. You’re just starting to relax against him when his arm squeezes around you again, and warm breath is at your neck.

“You are the noisiest woman I know,” he murmurs and kisses your neck slowly. Gentle kisses, open-mouthed and slow, so you can relish in the feeling of his hot breath on your skin. He takes his time and all rational thought flees your brain as you relax into it, moaning softly, making his arm tighten around you some more.

He flips you around slowly, deliberately, giving you the opportunity to refuse him, but his mouth stays blessedly on your skin through it so the thought of protestation doesn’t even enter your mind. When you’re finally facing him, your first thought is how the streak of early morning sunlight entering the kitchen lights up the brown of his eyes, making them look like the exact shade of honey you prefer in your tea.

“You didn’t mind that so much last night, Chef.”

“Noisy,” he whispers against the skin of your jaw. “Infuriating and fucking pretty and talented, bratty and loud and…” Your loud gasp at his audacity only makes him laugh and he draws you closer to kiss you. He kisses you with all of the previous night’s passion and then some, and you’re particularly enjoying the way his hand moves down your spine, settling on your ass.

“You didn’t mind,” you remind him against his lips. “In fact, I remember you wanting me to be louder, wanting me to say your name when you were inside me…didn’t you, Simon?”

He groans into your kiss and you gasp when he smacks your ass, then squeezes it. “Infuriating,” he repeats without any real heat behind his words.

“Yeah. I think you liked how loud I was…think you liked it the other night too…”

“And I’ll love it tonight.”

That stops you in your tracks. “Tonight? You’re awfully optimistic about getting laid again.”

“Yeah.” It’s all he says, before he’s kissing you again. The man is not not arrogant a day in his life, and you find that it suits you just fine.

“We should probably get out of here,” you whisper. “Let’s go home, I’ll make some breakfast. We have to be back here in…” you groan as you note the time, “..two hours.”

Simon pauses slightly and laces your fingers between his. “You don’t want to talk about this?”

“Do you?”

“You work for me. And fraternising with—”

“Fraternizing?” You can’t help but laugh at him, and you really have to bite it back when he glares at you. “Sorry.”

Another smack to your ass for the cheek you’re giving him. “Just for that, I’m putting you on the rota for the next two Sundays.” He swallows. “You’re being easier than I thought you’d be. This is easier than I thought it’d be.”

“I work for you. You’re my boss, I’m a woman, and if people find out, it’s not going to look good.” You push his hair back from his face and bring your lips against his again. “But, I still want this. Do you?”

The sound that leaves him is pure disbelief, but he kisses you anyway. It goes on for a while, and you’re left gasping against his mouth when he rearranges you to sit right on top of dick. His dick which is definitely, ahem, awake, twitching against your clothed crotch. When his mouth moves to your ear, you hold your breath in anticipation. “I like crème fraîche in m’scrambled eggs.”

“You’re a bastard,” you gasp, quickly undoing his trousers and seating yourself on him in record time and, oh. Oh. He’s deliciously hard inside you. The shocked noise that leaves his throat makes you gush between your legs and he is instantly fucking up into you, just like he’s discovered you like. “Such a bastard, Simon,” you moan.

“You like it though,” he huffs. “Know y’do. The whole neighbourhood knows you like this.” His words are casual, but he’s fucking you in earnest now, one arm holding you in place, while the other caresses the back of your hair. “Know what this sweet cunt likes, pretty.”

“Fuck…”

“Know how you l-like to be fucked. Gonna make y’come, just like this.”

The words make you blink your eyes open and look at him. He’s beautiful like this, his eyes warm and affectionate despite the intimacy of what you’re doing, despite how dirty this whole thing is. “Feels so good, sweet girl. You want t’come on my cock, love?”

“Simon,” you gasp in response. There’s a small, delicate spot inside you, and he hits it, nails it, over and over and over, making you feel like this is how you’ll lose your mind.

“Such a bratty fuckin’ attitude, so confident and sexy in m’kitchen, but you like being bossed around, don’t you? Like bein’ told what to do.”

“Simon,” you whimper, and it’s the only word you know how to say any more. Your helplessness seems to encourage him, spur him on, and he bites your neck. He doesn’t apply any real pressure, and his tongue instantly salves over where his teeth were to soothe your skin, but it’s enough for you. It’s more than enough for you, and you cry out, clenching over his cock. His rhythm falters and the sound he makes ends up sounding like he’s straddling the line between heaven and hell right now.

“Gonna make a mess of’y’love,” he moans. “Gonna come so deep, gonna stuff you full. And you’ll keep me inside you, won’t you?” You’re groaning a yes, please, yes Simon please before he’s even done asking you. It doesn’t take too long after that, and with a half-shout, Simon’s coming deep inside you. He thrusts into you through it, pushing it all deep inside you while he shudders and shivers through the aftershocks.

You lie back down on his chest, trying to calm your breathing but watch as he tilts his head up to the ceiling, mouthing a silent fuck. A small, satisfied smile breaks out on your face and you close your eyes, but they fly open at his blurted words.

“I want t’keep doing this.”

“I–yeah, me too.”

Simon’s eyes dart around the kitchen quickly, as though suddenly realising where the two of you were. “I want to see where this can go. But. I dont want y’to feel like I’m takin’ advantage—”

You grab his hand and bring it down to your pussy where you’re dripping. Almost instantly, like it’s a reflex, he starts to toy with your clit and you jerk from the stimulation.

“Shut up,” you moan. “Take advantage whenever you like.”

“Dirty girl,” he grits out, and uses two fingers to gather his come and shove it back into you. Your eyes fly open at the action and you choke. “Y’want this?”

“Mmhm, yeah I want this.”

You don’t realise it at that moment, but you’ve both started a chain of events from which there is no going back, for the both of you.

You don’t realise it but six months from this exact moment—when Simon proposes, in this very kitchen, by this very deep fat fryer—you’ll think back to this. You’ll think about how all your life, you thought you knew what sex was, what love was, and the difference between the two.

“Still gonna ride your ass for your limp salads and burnt roux, Chef.”

“Good,” you say, grinning. “And I’m still gonna make a better ragu than you, Chef.”

Simon scoffs in that patented way that is so Simon, and you can’t help but grin wider. “Gonna make you work three Sundays, love.”

“Yes, Chef,” you murmur, and kiss him again.

And there it is. That’s what you’ve begun. Sex and love and Simon—they’re all about to become the same to you.

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A/N: And that's it folks! Thank you SO MUCH for all the support and the enthusiasm and all the love you've given this series, my pussy is humbled by it all 💕

Alford Plea is officially "complete" (i.e., i've written everything that I originally planned) but I'll pop in with a few drabbles or outtakes, now and then. My request box is also open, so if there's something in particular you want to see...maybe we can make some 💫magic💫 happen?

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost smut #ghost mw2 #cod mw2 ghost #simon riley smut #Chef! Simon Ghost Riley #Alford Plea #fluff #ghost fluff #lumi writes

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offender42085 · 10 months

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Tony Torrez, New Mexico inmate 84970, born 1983, incarceration intake in 2016, at age 33, sentenced to 16 years; projected discharged date not published

Murder

In December 2016, the suspect charged in a shooting that killed a 4-year-old Albuquerque girl during what police say was a road-rage fight was sentenced to 16 years in prison on a murder charge before a packed courtroom filled with the tearful family members of the young victim.

Tony Torrez, 33, apologized to the girl's family at his plea hearing a day after he accepted a deal with prosecutors that called for them to dismiss two counts of assault and a first-degree murder charge in exchange for him entering an Alford plea to a second-degree murder charge.

First-degree murder carried a life term. An Alford plea means Torrez does not admit guilt but acknowledges there is evidence to convict him.

"I'm sorry for taking the life of Lilly," Torrez said. "I had no intention of hurting anyone that day. I ask for forgiveness from the bottom of my heart ... I thought I was going to be the next road rage victim."

Lilly Garcia, a preschooler, and her older brother were in the backseat of their father Alan Garcia's pickup, heading home from school, when police say a lane-change dispute on Interstate-40 between Garcia and Torrez escalated. Lilly was struck with a bullet in the back of the head and died at University of New Mexico Hospital.

A prosecutor said experts would have testified at the jury trial that Lilly immediately became unconscious when she was shot and that she wasn't able to feel any pain.

Torrez told investigators that Garcia had run him off the road and that he feared for his life when he shot at the family's truck with the intention of firing off warning shots. He also said he did not know children were in the backseat when he opened fire -- a defense that Veronica Garcia, the victim's mother, rejected outright in her comments to the judge.

Torrez has an arrest record, but no prior felony convictions, according to online court records. He had a previous arrest on domestic violence and aggravated battery charges but evaded prosecution in the case and others, including an altercation that police said followed a dispute over a lane change in a parking structure.

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Reading between the lines, FIA basically tried to offer something along the lines of what in the US criminal justice system is called and Alford plea. Problem is, the plea here was they would retain their 2021 wins but would have to admit to their faults AND accept any kind of possible punishment from FIA. They refused and (imo) shot themselves in the foot, bc FIA was basically offering them a way out with (possibly) minimal damage, and now they'll have to appeal etc to an external jury of smtg

I *think* this is the same anon? But apologies if not but they’re both cost cap related so I’d just be repeating myself!

So as far as I know the ABAs are par for the course with these sort of things and essentially what Ferrari agreed to after 2019 although it was kept very quiet. I don’t think RBR have rejected it yet, they’re just being very hesitant in accepting it. Imo the FIA are basically daring them to stick or twist. It’s almost a… fuck around and find out scenario. Either accept our terms and admit you’re wrong, or keep denying it, come to our court, chaired by us, and see how benevolent we’re feeling about it then. It’s essentially a plea deal.

Honestly, I think punishing them for the future is more important than punishing them for the past, so the idea that the 2021 results will stand doesn’t actually bother me. They didn’t win constructors, and I doubt Lewis would want to win a championship that way. It’s tainted whoever gets it at this point so let Max keep it and wear it like the albatross.

I do think it’s important the outcome is open to scrutiny though. If it’s done under the table that’s not acceptable given the circumstances.

#f1 #cost cap gate

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Did you watch The Staircase docuseries or just the HBO show? It’s crazy to me that people still think he’s innocent

Both. I think I had a pretty different experience of the case from a lot of people I’ve spoken to about it? I knew about the case before I could watch the docuseries, because I was researching the West Memphis Three (and before anyone thinks I’m a hardcore GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY person, I actually think those guys are most likely innocent). The docuseries wasn’t on a streaming service I had at the time. I read up about it and concluded that while it was a bit confusing, he most likely did it. I then got to watch the docuseries and was kind of shocked by how obviously biased it was in his favor. However, I do think it makes the correct point that his trial was fucked and the prosecution didn’t prove their case effectively—between the reliance on biphobia and the Deaver issue. The thing is that guilt doesn’t mean a prosecution proved guilt; to me, he almost definitely did it, but he should have gotten a fair trial, of course. The sad thing is that if he’d gotten a fair trial, he probably would’ve been convicted and there would be no grounds for a retrial or an Alford Plea. Sadder still is the fact that Michael got the ability to make an Alford Plea while plenty of people (largely low income people of color) are imprisoned unjustly and never get even that chance because they don’t get a documentary crew, including an editor that's in love with them, to help their case.

(And yes, Michael Peterson defenders will say that Sophie quit before beginning a relationship with him, but like... There's really no way to prove that she wasn't falling for him while editing the series, for whatever reason. That's something only she can be certain of--and I don't trust her to tell the truth there. I have a hard time believing that personal bias did not affect her editing work.)

I actually really love the miniseries as a work of fiction--obviously it strayed from the facts in some cases, but I think it overall is a lot less biased than the docuseries. Do I think it prooooobably ultimately has the core belief that he did it? Yes. Based on the last shot of Colin Firth, yeah. But that's also coming from me, a person who thinks he did it. A person who is uncertain or thinks he's innocent could interpret that final smile in a totally different way. Whereas I think the docuseries always had the undercurrent of "one man against a corrupt system".

What I appreciate about the miniseries is that it shows you that like... regardless of whether or not Michael killed Kathleen, or why he killed Kathleen, or how he killed Kathleen, he is an abusive person. He has raised his children in an emotionally abusive, vampiric manner. I mean shit, one of his sons is out there posting youtube vids about how maybe his dad killed his biological mother, and maybe this and maybe that, because the guy is clearly traumatized and dealing with drug issues. There are accounts from people close to the situation that he once took his daughter's nose and rubbed it in the carpet like a dog when she peed on the floor as a toddler. He's a piece of shit either way. The complex thing is that you can be an abusive piece of shit and not be a murderer.

Of course, on the flipside... I think that people who are against the idea of him killing Kathleen like to wonder about how he didn't cover this and didn't do this and didn't do that--when imo, the most likely thing is that it went down the way it the mini suggested. They got into a fight, likely over his infidelities, which he's admitted she didn't know about. He pushed her down the stairs and finished the job right there. He panicked and likely immediately regretted it. Not every murderer is a calculated psychopath who thinks everything through and plots and INTENDS to do it. I think he killed her--but I don't think he intended to until that moment of split second rage.

I guess it bugs me a lot that people can't see shades of gray. I can say that Michael is a bisexual man who was victimized by a biphobic prosecution... But I can also say that it's highly unlikely that in 2001 North Carolina, his wife, who notably left her first husband after he cheated on her, was just hunky dory with the idea of him going out and fucking guys as he wished. You can tell that people have never researched Kathleen, the community, or the family dynamics at play at the time when they're like "POLYAMORY EXISTS!!!" Yeah, it does, it's just kind of unlikely that Kathleen went from being enraged by her first husband cheating with a woman to being super cool and chill, again in 2001, 21 years ago when people were even more homophobic than they are now, with him fucking randoms. I think it's most likely a very simple case of a wife finding out her husband is cheating, a man who is dependent on her financially, growing up being shamed for his sexuality, flying off the handle and killing her, regretting it, and getting a good lawyer and a bad prosecution.

To me, that's much more likely based on the case presented than her falling down the stairs so violently that she not only died but died quite gruesomely. And the owl theory is just...

I think that in a case like this, where there has been a lot of fuckery from both the prosecution and the defense (lol the blowpoke!!!) you ultimately do have to look at all of the actual evidence there and say "what is most likely". Does that mean I could build a case that I myself would vote to convict on as a juror? Not exactly, but that's not really relevant anymore; he's never going to be on trial for Kathleen's murder again. To me, the combination of forensic and circumstantial evidence makes the MOST LIKELY manner of death homicide, and Michael is the only person who could have reasonably committed that homicide.

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In The Staircase Episode Eight,” America’s Sweetheart or: Time Over Time,” directed by co-creator Antonio Campos, Sophie Brunet (Juliette Binchoe), and Michael Peterson’s (Colin Firth) adult children let go of their fantasy of him. On February 24, 2017, Jean-Xavier Lestrade (Vincent Vermignon) conducts an interview with Michael that he promises to show Sophie sometime in the future. Afterward, the author officially pleads guilty in court via the Alford Plea. Candace Hunt Zamperini (Rosemarie DeWitt) reads a victim impact statement revealing that she still holds anger toward Michael. The only person there to support Michael outside of his defense lawyer David Rudolf (Michael Stuhlbarg), is his French editor girlfriend Sophie, who’s excited to start their new life in Paris. All the adult children check in with each other through text.

During Michael’s Alford Plea, His eldest son Clayton Peterson (Dane DeHaan) spends the day with his family. Next, Margaret Ratliff (Sophie Turner) works on the pre-production of her documentary, then flies in to watch the dance performance her little sister Martha Ratliff (Odessa Young) choreographed. Finally, Todd Peterson (Patrick Schwarzenegger) spends the evening with his mother, Patty Peterson (Trini Alvarado).

Meanwhile, Sophie packs up the Durham apartment while Michael watches himself on the television. They start fighting when the author says he doesn’t want to move to Paris. Sophie sees through Michael the minute he brings up needing to be there for his absent children. The French editor leaves the apartment forever when Michael reveals that he never loved her. Back in the hotel, Jean-Xavier plays his last interview with the author to Sophie. Sophie realizes she never knew Michael.

During the December 2011 pre-trial hearing, David successfully argues that Michael deserves a re-trial because the prosecution used misleading evidence to convict him. Michael’s big brother Bill Peterson (Tim Guinee), ex-wife Patty, Sophie, and all the adult children come to Durham to support him. The author is freed from prison until the new trial date. Unfortunately, the holes in the supposed “ideal” family come out during their celebratory night. Todd is now the family screw-up, and Michael relies on Clayton for anything he needs. During the dinner, the author feels overwhelmed eating in a Mexican restaurant for the first time in ten years. Michael emotionally withdraws from Martha after she brings up a queer character from one of his novels. He snaps at birthday girl Margaret, who picks a cheesecake for dessert in a Mexican restaurant.

On December 7, 2001, miserable Kathleen Peterson (Toni Collette) reaches out to her sister Candace for help though sadly, they don’t really “hear” each other. Michael emails Kathleen a peace offering, including tickets to a sold-out Christmas ball. Later, he comes home to a happy Kathleen dressing in a ball gown to loud cheerful music. The two of them make love on her dressing room table. During the ball, Michael and Kathleen drink, dance, and enjoy each other’s company all evening.

Hours before Kathleen’s death, Michael rents America’s Sweetheart, directed by Joe Roth from Blockbuster, then checks on her soaking in the bath. She laments that they can’t afford to travel to Aruba or Paris. Michael half-jokes that they can afford pasta and Blockbuster. About an hour later, Kathleen laughs joyfully as she and Michael watch the hokey romantic comedy. Todd checks in on them before heading out to a party with a friend. After the movie, Kathleen listens to some voicemails, including one from an employee named Helen. She needs to check a presentation before her trip to Toronto.

Kathleen calls Helen, then realizes she left her work laptop at the offices. She asks Helen to email the presentation to Michael. He comes into their kitchen. Kathleen tells Michael that she needs to check his email for the presentation. Michael talks her out of reviewing the presentation into the morning. The sequence appears to re-tell the murder until Kathleen and Michael lounge next to the pool. Kathleen talks to Michael about what is happening in their adult children’s lives in 2017, including how Caitlin has a baby. Kathleen emotionally tortures Michael in his fantasies. The Staircase Miniseries ends with Michael sitting up in bed alone in 2017.

SOPHIE’S RECKONING

Michael reveals part of his true self to Jean-Xavier and Sophie through a recorded video interview. The sequence starts with a crying Sophie walking to her car in a dark parking lot. Jean-Xavier’s recorded voice asks Michael why he wanted to talk to him. Michael’s voice-over says ‘baseball.’ Then a cut to a lit-up hotel hallway with Jean-Xavier’s voice repeating the word baseball. He tells Michael not to worry about the time. Finally, cut to Jean-Xavier and Sophie watching the interview on his laptop in a hotel room. Michael speaks about how as a young boy, he fantasized about a neighborhood girl and one of his little league teammates. These sexual dreams made Michael realize that he was attracted to both genders.

The future author knew he had to hide his bisexuality based on his father’s horrific reaction to his sexuality. First, Michael’s father caught him and his teammate experimenting. The author tears up on camera as he talks about his father’s violent response to his queerness. Then, Michael returns to the story about listening to classical music with his mother alone in his father’s car. Though now Michaels reveals he had a black eye when he first discovered the power of classical music. After that, the author knew it was safer to lie, perhaps explaining why he hides significant facets of his life from everybody who cares about him.

Jean-Xavier turns the volume up on his laptop. Sophie lounges on the couch with a guarded expression on her face. Recorded Jean-Xavier asks about what Michael has been holding back all this time. There is a close-up on Michael’s face as he blinks back tears. He never told Kathleen about his bisexuality. This revelation contradicts what Michael said during the filming of the documentary. Sophie shakes her head in frustration. Tears slide down Michael’s face when he explains that he could never fully reveal himself to Kathleen. Sophie’s face withers in pain when he talks about how lying seems okay if you get away with it. Recorded Jean-Xavier asks Michael if he killed Kathleen. The author denies murdering her.

When Jean-Xavier presses pause on the interview, Sophie turns away from the screen in disgust. The characters speak French for the rest of the scene. Finally, the editor sputters out that Michael lied about everything. Sophie looks puzzled as she slowly realizes that she doesn’t know Michael. Jean-Xavier tries to excuse the author’s behavior by saying maybe he is trying to stop deceiving everybody. Sophie stands up, moving away from the couch. She faces Jean-Xavier from across the table. Sophie breaths in and out, trying not to cry. The director explains that he doesn’t know how to react to the interview. Jean-Xavier stares into Sophie’s eyes when he says that she will be happier without Michael in her life.

Sophie cries as she tries to get her friend to say that her ex-boyfriend couldn’t have killed Kathleen. She couldn’t live with herself if she helped get a murderer out of prison. Jean-Xavier muffles back tears as he shakes his head. He can’t reassure Sophie because he doesn’t know the truth. So, they must sit with the fact that Michael may have murdered Kathleen.

LAST THOUGHTS

The Staircase miniseries ends with more questions than answers. Michael’s innocence or guilt regarding Kathleen’s murder remains a mystery. Everybody involved in the case has their own story, but we don’t know the truth. However, we know that Michael’s lies and manipulations isolate him from those who love him. Perhaps the best punishment is that the author lives alone in Durham, surrounded by questions about what happened to Kathleen on December 9, 2001. Let us know what you think of the miniseries in the comments below.

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