26-year-old Jamarion Robinson’s grandmother Beverly Nixon said her grandson was bipolar and schizophrenic. Still got shot 76 (!!!) times. Would a white person get the same treatment?
The witness said he saw more than a dozen patrol cars at the complex where US Marshals killed Robinson on August 5, 2016. Why were there no behavioral specialist? Surely one of them would know how to interact with a bipolar schizophrenic better than the police.
“You never thought it takes you five years to find those pair of eyes that you were looking for at the aisle on your wedding day. ”
◇ genre : angst // ceo au ◇ summary :
As your eyes staring deeply into your possible client-to-be’s eyes, something crossed your mind, it was that pair of eyes that you were looking for when you being abandoned at the aisle on your wedding day. ◇ pairing : jungkook x reader ◇ words : 4.3k
“Next!” The loud voice calling for the next candidate from the room does show that you are quite nervous on that time by the way you head shot up straight upon hearing the voice, looking at the man, who probably be the one that called for the candidate as only his head appeared from the half-opened door, looking around for the next candidate.
A look of scared and nervous dart over your face as you let out a sigh, figured out that it is was not you that the man was calling for as your turns are quite far back from the current candidate. The continuous tapping of your shoes on the floor, producing a soft sound that somehow soothes your feelings right now and that action does help you to ease your stress muscles as well as fidgeting your fingers.
Yet, all you try to calm your feelings stopped in a halfway when you suddenly felt the warmth crept on your hands, grasping it firmly which makes you turn your head to meet with your colleague, Rose who is staring at you while placing a genuine smile as she looks so calm despite this kind of atmosphere that might brush off away all her calmness.
“Relax, we will make it. Trust me.” Her positive vibes radiated from her body towards you as you suddenly felt that the level of your anxiety slowly reducing upon hearing her simple encouraging words. She got you amused at her for remain despite this hectic times and being a newbie herself as she just graduated and got into your company last month yet she behaving maturely as someone who has been too long in this field.
You just nodded your head as a response to her, feeling too awkward to talk to her because you never had a chance to talk with her before this even you are working in the same place as you being so devoted to your work to even give a care to your surroundings. Supposedly, it was Jennie that will be the one who accompanied you here but she had some matters to be solved so you decided to take Rose with you.
Your eyes began to wander around the area, taking a closer look, trying to make you felt comfortable with it so you can stay calm while delivering your proposal towards the board of directors that might be your audience during the presentation time. You are hoping they will be interested with your proposal and you managed to get it for your company as it been a while since your company got this kind of chance to get a golden opportunity from the big company.
You will be the one that will determine whether your company succeed or not.
“Do you want some coffee? I want to grab one at the coffee machine?” You tilted your head, looking at Rose while waiting for her answer. She pressed her lips into a thin line, shook her head from side to side as a response to your question. You understand her body language so that you rise up from your seat, standing straight while adjusting your blouse before once again you turned to face her, asking for help to look after your stuff while you are gone.
It takes you more than fifteen minutes just to find the exact place of the coffee machine that you saw this morning as you entered the building and luckily you finally managed to find the machine which located few metres away from the main door of the building. You leaned your body again the machine as you inserted the coin and waiting for the coffee to be done. While your eyes wildly wandering around, enjoying the view of your surroundings, the beep sounds indicate that your coffee is done, snapping your mind back to your real intention there, to have a coffee.
You lowered your body to the level where you can take your coffee from the machine before going away from there to the waiting area but before you can even step away from there, the crack sounds coming from the lower part of your body managed to catch your attention as you felt something like a bump under your feet and it seems you have stepped on it and probably ruining the things.
You slowly crouched down to the floor, moving away your feet to see what you have stepped on and it is a toy, a car toy to be exact. While your other hand grasping the coffee firmly, your left hand slowly take the half-ruined car from the floor towards you so you can take a proper look at it, observing the current condition of the car. As you observe the car, your mind began to drift away, reminiscing the almost same incident that happened during your childhood. The moment where it started, the moment of you and him.
this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
summary: when your loving best friend playfully pranks you one too many times, you decide that revenge is best served hot, over a period of thirty days, and with a little extra help from the best violinist you know (sorry jimin).
or, the one where during your month-long vacation in italy with your youth orchestra, you realize that vengeance is sweet but fake dating jungkook is sweeter.
{fake dating!au, university orchestra!au, vacation!au}
pairing: jungkook x female reader word count: 26k (sorry mobile users) genre: fluff, future angst warnings: shitty pranks and outdated meme references. college antics. heavy amounts of tourist culture. slow burn so slow that molasses moves faster. seokjin deadass plays bassoon. a/n: yeah well. here it is. it’s been over a month since i posted and it’s because i wrote this nonsense. second part coming next weekend. brace yourselves. if nothing else, listen to euphoria by bts and moonlight melody by red velvet while you read this. i’m sorry mobile users. this was supposed to be a full 50k oneshot so be grateful i’ve divided it. i will not be the cause of tumblr mobile’s death. not today, at least. big thanks to @gukvenchy for dealing with my shit as i wrote this. love u.
Molly Suzanna shared a story on Facebook that she had never told before: when she was 19, she ran a red light while crying, then was pulled over and forcefully removed and beaten by a police officer. She explains in the letter that she believes her situation would have been even worse had she been black — and she ends the letter with an important call to action.
The public needs to hear more stories like this as well.
Wow. This is horrifying.
Cops are drunk on power. Add any ism to that, you have a bunch of abusive, gun wielding, trained to kill, non empathetic, killers running around.
This woman got hauled out of a window, beaten, stripped, tortured, and humiliated, and she still is able to understand how white privilege saved her life.
⇢ summary: to see jeon jungkook and his doe-eyed smiling face, you would wait a million eternities. but this is the story of your life with him, of course: one single, tiny infinity. (ghost au; childhood friends to lovers au)
⇢ genre: fluff, angst
⇢ word count: 4.51k
⇢ warnings: mentions of death (since, you know, ghost au); alcohol; blood; swearing; brief suicidal ideation; sort of dubious self-harm by scratching; fire.
⇢ note: written in a 24 hour challenge because it is hard to write in mental fog & i miss someone, so. here this is. title from the song by my chemical romance.
[now]
Jungkook is sitting cross-legged on top of a gravestone when you see him for the first time in week, shimmering like he has been plucked straight out of a motion picture project sat down before you for no reason at all. He does not utter a word when you plop yourself down on the grass in front of him with a picnic basket, silent.
There is an inordinate amount of silence between the two of you as of late. Not the uncomfortable kind that strings out painfully and is far too hazy in all the wrong places. Just a kind that passes between you in waves of unspoken sentiment and solace and familiarity as though it is a fact that if you were to address the ever-present elephant in the room, this would perhaps dissipate entirely.
You don’t want this to dissipate entirely. Not now. Not ever. If you were to forget, you do not believe you could ever recover from the travesty of it again.
Summary | You and Jungkook have been friends for years. Sure, he’s been halfway in love with you since the beginning but he always hoped that something would change—until you get pregnant.
pairing: jungkook/reader genre: fluff/angst; single parent/roommate au word count: 3.194
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There are certain moments in Jungkook’s life that he remembers above all else, not just because they’re happy or romantic or exciting or groundbreaking but because they all involve you. No matter how little or simple or seemingly insignificant certain exchanges may appear, it never really matters because it’s with you and Jungkook is certain that he has been in love with you ever since the pair of you first met and maybe even a period of time before that when you were nothing but a nameless face in his History of Western Art lecture.
He remembers the first time he ever saw you, the students crowding into the lecture hall and taking their seats scattered throughout the room, the way you walked right in front of him to slide yourself into the seat next to his—the way you simply existed and yet already gave away the sensation that you could move mountains and end the world and break his heart all in a single go.
