#prison tw

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

Forcibly locking people up in psych wards isn't the progressive alternative to the prison system it's often made out to be. Losing your basic rights and autonomy isn't less traumatizing when we refer to it as "treatment". If the alternative to locking people up in a bigoted, capitalist, abusive prison system becomes forced treatment in a bigoted, capitalist, abusive psych ward then that's not a real alternative at all, that's just two ends of the same beast.

[nerdpoe]

Superboy wakes up in a prison. In the cell, sitting across from him, there's a teen that looks like another offshoot clone of Clark.

He learns in bits and pieces that he's been captures by a shadow government organization hellbent on ridding the world of anyone "ecto-contaminated", or anyone who has ever been dead.

Since he'd died before, even though he came back, he set off their sensors.

He doesn't remember how he got caught, doesn't remember what he was doing prior, but the walls are made of a weird material that glows green and cancels out his powers. It also doesn't hurt him.

Diluted kryptonite? He'll have to steal some and give it to Tim.

According to the kid, they've been forcibly detained to "serve their sentence for illegal immigration from the Realm of the Dead to the Realm of the Living" by way of routinely allowing themselves to be subjected to medical procedures. They are always being watched, they aren't the only ones captive, that apparently his entire high school had been condemned to it as well as some literal ghosts, and if he struggles then they won't give him the mercy of sedation while they do their experiments.

And Kon can't use his power to escape, or free this kid, or free any of the other prisoners. It's the worst case scenario.

Thank fuck he's best friends with a paranoid Bat that might have more contingencies than the Big Bat Himself.

Kon activates the only subdermal tracker he'd allowed Tim to place under his skin, and settles down to wait.

A prison of this design, but more high tech and with less privacy. Apparently the idea behind it was that you couldn't see the guards, but they could see you, and the lights would move at random to make you think they were paying attention all the time.

So psychological torture on top of imprisonment.

[queerbauten]

alright, who had “Save The Children uses Joost Klein as an example of unlawful imprisonment” on their 2024 bingo sheet

[auschizm]

I have personal trauma with antipsychotics. At a point of slight instability, my psych insisted on doubling my dose of Olanzapine from 15mg to 30mg. The recommended max dose is 15mg. The dose I was on that year is literally called "chemical restraint" because it's mainly used to control extremely violent prisoners. Eventually my friend noticed what happened and got me down to a less debilitating dosage of the med, but I lost a year of my life to this "error." I literally don't remember the entirety of that YEAR. I wasn't there.

[whiskeyneats]

( cis man, miguel gomez, he/him ) look who goes there! It’s angelo cortes estrada. wait, you don’t know who he is? the forty old bouncer at secret ruins nightclub has been in town for, like, a year. i believe they live around broomley, but i usually see them around macallister green. they can be a bit distant, but i think being hedonistic kinda balances them out, you know?

angelo was born into a family that had high expectations of him, ones that he didn't live up to. by the time he was a teenager, angelo had gained a bit of a reputation, his stubbornness and tendency to act before he thought things through getting the best of him. after high school, his parents kicked him out and refused to support their “delinquent son” who had shamed them.

at eighteen, angelo moved to connecticut. it wasn’t long before he got into the wrong crowd there, drinking and partying like there was no tomorrow. because to him, there wasn’t.

one night when he and a few friends were leaving a club, angelo got behind the wheel. they were all intoxicated, but he thought he was okay to drive. they were almost home when he lost control of the car, crashing into a nearby tree. one of the passengers died, and the others were injured. angelo walked away without a scratch, but his luck ended there

he was quickly arrested for drunk driving and later charged with first degree homicide by vehicle. despite it being his first offense, he was given a twenty year sentence, which he served in full. he was released about a year ago and has been living in town ever since.

since his release, angelo has been trying to find in his place in the world. he struggles with social cues and connecting with people. he has a bit of a gruff exterior, but all he needs is some patience and care and he'll start to open up.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was in a prison, and I was in solitary. They took me out so I could play with everyone else in a bouncy house. We played hide and seek and the seeker had a gun. I complained that my chest hurt and for some reason they tried to pump breast milk out of me.

[earthmoonz]

WIFEY. | EPISODE SIX (6.4)

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(transcript below)

[PRESENT DAY]

[TEXT] (DAISY): Here’s the info. She’s in cunch and she’s got a nokia so the phone signal might be a bit shit. I set her up on gmail though, might be easier to reach her there. My gran’s got a laptop.

[FLASHBACK #1]

(CHRIS): I know it's shit but you gotta be strong Max. I’ll be out of here before you know it.

[PRESENT DAY] [EMAIL]

Hi, I’m Max, Chris’ daughter. Your niece Daisy is a friend of mine and said it would be better to email you. I’d really love to meet and I’m glad to hear that you are too|

[FLASHBACK #2]

(MAX): Did I do something wrong?

(SIMONE): Of course not Max! Your mum is just- She loves you so much. It’s killing her not being able to be with you all the time, and every time we visit it just reminds her of um. Of what she’s lost, you know?

[PRESENT DAY][EMAIL]

Hi, I’m Maxine, but I go by Max. My pronouns are They/Them Hope that’s not too confusing for you! I’m Chris’ daughter. Your niece Daisy kindly gave me your info and said it would be better to email you. I’m glad to hear that you’re up for meeting as it’d be great to hear about my mum from you. Unfortunately, before her passing I hadn’t seen her in quite a long time|

[FLASHBACK #3]

(MAX): [Sobbing loudly]

(SIMONE): [Emotional] I’m so sorry sweetheart. Let it out.

[PRESENT DAY]

[TEXT] (AISH): u free this eve? was thinkin we cld do tht movie night. srry ab last wk - had lots goin on.

[oftatteredwings]

for: @stella--ashford location: timeout market

"I fucking love it here." Ben settled into his seat, leaning forward, arms resting on the table before him. "But I am biased right now I guess, I am starving..." He picked up the chopsticks he'd grabbed, eyeing the noodles in front of him. It was a stupid comment, he'd love it no matter what really; good food and good company on the regular, there was nothing there to possibly turn you off. "Didn't drag you away from anything, did I?" he questioned after a moment. "Just figured it wouldn't hurt to eat and talk for once."

Stella had helped him a lot since his release, she was one of the few people who'd been quite happy to stick around and not question things —- he'd always appreciate it. He couldn't help but hold anyone who didn't judge him after what had happened in high esteem.