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thefuturelawyer · 2 years
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10th April 2022
Life has been a mess lately. My internship, plus L.LM and general job search is killing me. I have applied around 40 jobs so far, and am waiting to learn who my L.LM supervisor will be.
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sboopie · 1 year
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have a good date giorno :)
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ndntighnari · 1 month
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I'm stressing right now that this blog is a safe place for transfem people of any gender alignment. Any point of binary or nonbinary transfemininity is a treasure and I want to stress you are loved, you have a safe place on this blog, and most importantly that you are absolutely worth fighting for. With everything happening right now, I want to just make sure all my transfem friends and followers know that they are not in this fight on their own.
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indigovigilance · 5 months
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YOU GUYS
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My scores and transcripts all got processed and now I'm getting these emails and I'm so effing stoked!
Don't know if this is where I'm going to go, but I'm definitely going to apply.
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boltgunkiller · 4 months
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god i love divorce
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alt-adventures · 7 months
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all cyborg posts
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finisheachday · 1 year
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17.04.23
“Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, / Healthy, free, the world before me, / The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.” —Walt Whitman
Today I wrote my last final exam, and my first year of law school has come to a close. I’m so filled with love and joy and hope I barely know what to do with myself. Cheers to the open road ahead.
Listening to:
Sygrayem (Let’s Play)—Carlos Rafael Rivera
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frezyastrology · 3 months
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AstroObservations: Lawyer Spouse
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Let's look at some astrological positions that indicate that your spouse may be a lawyer.
✨There are 5 spaces left for my readings now. You can book a reading by clicking here or message me!
First of all, Sagittarius and Libra placements (Mars and the sun being in these signs, planet placement in these signs in the 7th house)
Jupiter effect (aspect to 7th lord or sun and mars)
8th house 11th house 7th house 9th house placements
•.¸♡ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑨 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ♡¸.•
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churbo · 1 year
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look at my lawyer dude im goin' to fuckin' jail
(design by @sboopie)
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kiwinatorwaffles · 8 months
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man. being an artist/writer on the internet is HARD sometimes. gaining a following for doing this one thing and then changing it up/doing it less/being busy etc etc and feeling the guilt of not delivering what your audience came here for. you can choose to let go and draw for yourself exclusively but its really not that easy in this economy with likes and algorithm and traction and shit. to artists who truly have a "fuck it we ball" mentality i salute you i wish i were as strong as you
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pharawee · 9 months
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—Are you a lawyer? I'm looking for a lawyer to be my legal advisor. —Wait a minute. I'm Charn Sangsathienpong and I'm Thaenthai's laywer.
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absolutebl · 8 months
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Allight y'all
I's bored with barbie
except this one:
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m'kay?
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edupunkn00b · 4 months
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All Due Care and Caution
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Photo by Taylor Fiehl on Unsplash
Virgil and Janus began their legal careers together, fighting on the side of justice.
Now they're on opposite sides of the court room.
WC: 2195 - Rated: G - CW: non-graphic mentions of a car crash, politics, divorce, swearing Written for @tsspromptmonth's Rare Gifts Event. ---
“Virgil Knight for the plaintiff, Your Honor, and—”
The gallery doors slammed open, jolting Virgil in his spot next to his client. “It’s alright, Thomas,” he whispered, ghosting a hand over the man’s uninjured shoulder. The sharp clack of heeled loafers was deafening in the otherwise hushed courtroom and he cast a quick glance back to see if the defendant’s attorney had finally deigned to show his face.
“Fuck,” he muttered, even quieter this time. The slimeball who’d plowed into his client with a four-ton Hummer was being defended by something even slimier.
“Your Honor, Janus Knight, defense,” he purred with a little bow of his head, the supposed show of deference somehow condescending. Only Jay could manage shit like that. “I wish to extend my apologies to the Court,” he continued in a saccharine sweet voice that made Virgil wish he could take a bleach bath. To think he’d ever let that man—
“This case was reassigned to me only moments ago when the previous attorney, well…” Janus made a broad gesture toward the reporters in the back row. “We all have Twitter, don’t we?”
Of course Jay worked for the same firm as Sadow.
“Is that good or bad?” Thomas whispered as the gallery buzzed with similarly murmured questions. It wasn’t every day an attorney was removed from civil court in handcuffs, but it had been the third time for that particular politician’s case. Even those who avoided the news had seen it.
Virgil shook his head, eyes locked on the judge. She seemed to be wondering the same. “And I suppose you are here to motion the court for a continuance in order to confer with your new client?”
“Oh, on the contrary.” With a sleight of hand better suited to a street magician, a sheaf of bluebacks appeared in Jay’s hand. “I am prepared to present my motion to dismiss the case for failure to state a claim—”
“Your Honor,” Virgil interrupted. “Perhaps the defendant does require some time to review the three-hundred and ninety-two exhibits establishing my client’s injuries and the video of the incident taken from four different vantage points.”
He felt more than saw Jay’s eyes finally turn to him, bright sparks of gold boring into his skull. 
“Counsel, approach the bench.” 
Jay glided forward and Virgil followed, quickly overtaking him with his longer and faster stride. He’d be damned if he was going to follow Jay anywhere.
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Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Janus was going to slaughter Sadow. Along with whoever else at the firm who thought it would be simply hilarious to foist this case onto him.
For the past year, it had been an open secret in the surprisingly close-knit community of civil attorneys that he and Vee had divorced—quite in-amicably. Each of the circuit’s judge’s clerks had gone out of their way to ensure their cases were never scheduled on the same day. And Janus’ firm had been careful not to assign him cases in which the Avenging Angel himself represented the plaintiff.
It seemed that courtesy had ended.
Flexing his fingers to hide their tremor, he managed to keep his voice steady and his eyes away from his ex-husband while he announced his motion to dismiss. It was unlikely to prevail on its merits, but if delivered with enough panache and confidence, he could sow the seeds of doubt in the judge’s—and the jury’s—minds.
To be honest, he hadn’t had time to review the evidence in this case, and he bit back an epithet at his firm’s attorney-in-charge.
“Your hubby’s losing his touch.” Chad hadn’t even looked up from his computer when Janus had protested the assignment. “Ex, whatever. The evidence is shabby. He’s turning into an ambulance chaser.” He barked out a laugh. “You must’ve really bled him dry in the divorce.”
In truth, he hadn’t contested Vee’s attorney’s opening offer and had let him keep everything but Janus’ clothes. The custom suits wouldn’t’ve fit his lanky frame anyway. And the suits were really all that mattered for Janus to keep up his appearance. No-one needed to know that, after alimony, he couldn’t afford much more than a shoebox studio downtown and, when he wasn't entertaining clients on the firm's expense account, survived on beans and rice most nights.
He smoothed down his silk waistcoat and inhaled slowly before approaching the judge. Vee moved more quickly than he did, always faster, always in a hurry. He would only slow down under Janus’ lead, with gentle reminders to rest, to care for himself at least as much as he cared for his clients. To recharge. To sleep. The case would be there in the morning.
The soft days of Vee following his lead, though, were long gone. Glancing back at the defendant’s table where his client sat twirling the keys to her near-murderous Hummer, Janus really couldn’t blame him.
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“Your honor—” Virgil began, but the judge raised a hand to cut him off, then shoved aside Jay’s proffered motions. Her clerk silently collected the stack and began to peruse them.
“No, you will both listen first. Mr. Knight,” she turned to Jay. “Your client pled guilty to reckless endangerment and failure to operate a vehicle with all due care and caution. Are you disputing those findings?”
“Of course not, Your Honor.” The judge might have missed the tic in Jay’s jaw, but Virgil didn’t. He really got hosed with this case, didn’t he?
“Then why are you wasting the Court’s time with a motion to dismiss? Have you actually reviewed the evidence?”
“No, Your Honor,” he admitted, voice steady and chin held high. To the outside world, Jay looked just as confident as ever. But his right foot pointed toe-in and his thumb rubbed the inside of his ring finger. “With the Court’s permission, I would like to retract the motion.”
“Granted. Mr. Knight,” she said before turning to Virgil. “You were saying?”
“Not confusing at all,” Jay muttered just under his breath. “You really had to keep my name?”
“We both chose Knight," Virgil snapped, turning to face him. Was Jay… smiling? With effort, Virgil returned his full attention to the judge. “My client is ready to proceed, Your Honor.”
“Very well,” she nodded. “Let’s begin.”
“Thank you, your Honor.” Virgil returned to his client’s side, steadfastly avoiding Jay’s gaze. He would not allow his ex to pull those pouty little faces and distract him. He hadn't forced Jay to turn his back on everything they'd studied and struggled and fought for. If Jay had to now lie in the bed he’d made with that evil little defense firm, then so be it.
Yes, so be it, he nodded to himself even as his heart clenched at the flash of yellow in Jay’s palm. If he’d brought out a fidget in court, he was only a few steps from a full-on panic attack.
Jay’s first case had ended in a mistrial with prejudice. He’d fled the courtroom, leaving Virgil to explain to his sobbing client that her attacker would walk free. After searching each floor, Virgil had finally found him in a broken bathroom stall, hyperventilating and clawing at his own hair. It hadn't been the first time he’d seen his outwardly suave new husband break down.
But it had been the last.
“I can’t fail another client like that, Vee,” he’d whispered after Virgil had helped him through one of his own breathing exercises. “The stakes are just too high.”
He’d begun job searching shortly after his next case, jumping from office to office before finally joining his uncle’s boutique defense firm. They'd started small, but eventually made name when they began to pick up famous clients, nepo kid DUIs, movie stars fighting murder charges. Politicians accused of bribery—or far worse.
Neither had known it at the time, but it was the beginning of the death of their relationship. Even when they didn’t find themselves on opposing sides of the courtroom, neither Virgil nor Jay was good at compartmentalizing their work. Wars over briefs soon turned their bedroom into a battlefield.
The writing was on the wall. An assistant district attorney who worked pro bono on civil claims and a flashy—and pricey—private defense attorney were doomed. This was their first case together—together as combatants—since the divorce. If it meant finally being free from lingering worry for his ex, Virgil would happily drive the final nail into that coffin.
Shaking away the butter-smooth laughter in his head about mixed metaphors, he swallowed back the nervousness thrumming against his ribs. Finding that calm that now only came in court, Virgil addressed the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen, today you will see and hear how Ms. Karen Dars ignored a flashing pedestrian signal then roared through that crosswalk, striking my client, Thomas Sanders. He suffered three fractures to his…
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Vee’s opening statement was… flawless. It never failed. Vee would clam up and refuse to send back a meal, would mutely let a stranger steal his place in line. He was too anxious to call the doctor’s office and reschedule an appointment. But in court?
In court, Vee bloomed. He stood tall and proud and certain, the weight of his client’s future bolstering him against any attack. It was the first thing Janus had noticed all the way back in law school. It was the first thing that had made him fall in love.
And in the privacy of his own mind, Janus could admit at least to himself that he’d never really stopped.
His heart pounded in his chest, a syncopated, thudding staccato that threatened to drown out his client’s hissed whisper. He wished it had. “Why don’t you say something? He’s making me sound like some kind of villain!”
The judge shot her a warning glare but his client continued. “What am I paying you for? Am I supposed to just sit here and listen while he says all those awful things about me?” Big, crocodile tears welled in her eyes and Janus barely fought the impulse to roll his eyes.
“Yes, Ms. Dars,” he whispered close to her ear. “That’s exactly what we do during his opening statement.”
With a petulant huff, she sat back in her seat, arms crossed as Vee finished his argument. She remained nearly silent during his own opening statement. It wasn’t until the first paramedic took the stand that she raised her voice.
“How dare you!” she shouted from the defense table.
“Mr. Knight, control your client!”
Janus stood and pressed one hand firmly on her shoulder. “Ms. Dars, a contempt court charge will not—”
But she wouldn't stop. Pointing at the paramedic, she demanded, “Why do you think I gave you a tip? For good driving?”
Vee had prepared the witness well. The paramedic clamped his mouth shut and turned to Vee, waiting to be asked.
And Vee did not disappoint.
“Mr. Selnick, did the defendant attempt to bribe you while you were rendering aid to my client?”
Ms. Dars' voice rang out, interrupting any response he might have given. “Yeah, and the dumb fuck wouldn’t even take it!”
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The courtroom exploded in a flurry of shouts and laughter. The tumult was short-lived, snuffed nearly as quickly as it’d begun by the judge’s gavel and Ms. Dars' first swearing at, then biting the bailiff as he ratcheted on her handcuffs. He took his time and summoned another bailiff to chain her waist and ankles.
“Oh, and you’re so fired!” she snarled at Janus through clenched teeth.
“You cannot fire me, Ms. Dars,” he replied, setting down his phone, a prickly squish fidget hidden in his other hand. “I just quit the firm.”
“Is that true?” Vee asked, nearer than Janus had expected him to be.
He looked up, anticipating a sneer but instead, Vee looked… worried? Janus swallowed and nodded once before packing in the files spread across the defendant’s table. “Yes,” he muttered, bracing himself. Vee could be vindictive and a bit of a bitch.
It was another thing he’d always appreciated. Until it had been turned toward him.
But Vee remained quiet, feet shuffling next to him. Janus kept his gaze low. He didn’t want to watch his former husband walk away from him one more time. His breath caught in his throat when, instead of leaving, Vee hugged him.
“I’m proud of you, Jay,” he whispered. The hug was over quickly, the heat from his always-warm hands evaporating into the climate-controlled air. “I—”
Janus looked up again and there were tears in Vee’s eyes. “Why don’t you…" He smiled. "Why don't you swing by the house tonight? We can talk about job openings down at the DA’s office.” When Janus remained silent, Vee scoffed and started to turn back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Janus, if you’d rather—”
“No!” He stood and grabbed his sleeve. The courtroom, the whole world narrowed down to the bright flash of hope in Vee’s eyes. “I mean, yes… Yes, I’d like that. I’ll be there at seven.”
Vee’s lips curled up into a crooked little smile. “Be there at five thirty and you can cook.”
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nagdabbit · 22 days
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remember when we said "darby allin die" we gotta keep that energy up for when he tries to climb everest, while gotta figure out what the secret is, we gotta manifest, i have no sympathy for people climbing everest i think more of them should die honestly
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spooky-dice · 2 months
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s/o fig and the faeths for being Weirdly Functional Divorced Parents On A Trip Together representation
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always-legallybrunette · 10 months
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I haven’t posted in awhile
Things are happening
🩷👩🏽‍💻⚖️
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