"Today, I will not answer the radio call that your boyfriend has come home drunk and is beating you again. Today I will not answer the radio call that your 16 year old daughter, who is very responsible, is four hours late coming home from school. Today I will not answer the radio call that your store has been robbed or your house has been burglarized. Today I will not stop a drunk driver from killing someone. I will not catch a rapist or a murderer or a car thief. Today I will not answer the radio call that a man has a gun or tried to abduct a child or that someone has been stabbed or has been in a terrible accident. Today I will not save your child that you locked in a car or the child you were to busy to watch who went outside and fell into the swimming pool, but that I revived. No, today I will not do that.
Why? Because Today I was killed by a drunk driver while I was helping push a disabled car off the highway. Today I was shot and killed during a routine traffic stop to simply tell someone that they had a taillight out. Today I was killed in a traffic accident rushing to help a citizen. Today I was shot and killed serving a warrant on a known drug dealer. Today I was killed by a man when I came by to do a welfare check because his family was to busy. Today I was killed trying to stop a bank robbery or a grocery store robbery. Today I was killed doing my job.
A chaplain and an officer will go to a house and tell a mom and dad or a wife or husband or a child that their son or daughter or husband or wife or father or mother won’t be coming home today. The flags at many police stations were flown at half-mast today but most people won’t know why. There will be a funeral and my fellow officers will come, a twenty-one-gun salute will be given, and taps will be played as I am laid to rest. My name will be put on a plaque, on a wall, in a building, in a city somewhere. A folded flag will be placed on a mantel or a bookcase in a home somewhere and a family will mourn.
There will be no cries for justice. There will be no riots in the streets. There will be no officers marching, screaming “no justice, no peace.” No citizens will scream that something must be done. No windows will be smashed, no cars burned, no stones thrown, no names called. Only someone crying themselves to sleep tonight will be the only sign that I was cared about.
I was a police officer.” - Unknown

this tornado loves you

(what will make you believe me?)

Four books Korra gave to Mako.
Word Count: 5,500
A/N: For otpeep/korratea, from your secret santa. I wrote almost all of before the finale, and I can’t bring myself to alter it. You asked for Makorra, so Makorra you will get. And I honestly put too much work and love into this fic to change it; in that sense, it’s also kind of a last Makorra hurrah for me. Some notes:

  • All the lines of poetry are from real poems. All the lines of smut are from real bad smut. 
  • title is from that absolutely fab song on your absolutely fab makorra playlist
  • this fic made my friend cry
  • i’m jumping the gun and posting this a day early because i want to

i hope you love reading this as much as i love writing it. <3



Korra buys the first books from a quiet stall tucked towards the back end of a street market, the warm smell of must and paper hanging in the air like smoke. It always makes her think something old and wise was laid to rest in between the pages of the books, not quite dead: the things that live forever live inside books, hidden between the verses of poems and ballads, silent and pure and safe from the careless clutches of human hands.

She pushes the curtain flap aside and steps into the room, Tenzin bowing his head under the low door as he follows her. The entire room is lined with bookshelves, from floor to ceiling, and a wooden table groans under the weight of haphazardly stacked tomes and tumbling pyramids of scrolls. There’s a young woman seated cross-legged on a cushion in the back corner, thumbing through a ledger book with charcoal-stained fingers as she sorts through a short tower of dime novels.

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—  Taylor Swift probably

Threw PIPE BOMBS at police. Not shot. Not killed. Captured alive.

  • Mike Brown ~ Shot while fleeing. Surrendered with hands up. 
  • Tamir Rice ~ Shot playing in a park. Had a BB gun that video does NOT show being pointed at police. Shot in under 2 seconds of police arrival. 12 years old.
  • John Crawford ~ Shot while shopping and holding an already-unpackaged gun sold on WalMart shelves in an open-carry state.
  • Jonathan Ferrell ~ Shot while seeking help after a car accident.
  • Eric Garner ~ Choked to death for NOTHING. No alleged, “we thought he had untaxed cigarettes” found.

The list goes on and on. Pin this on Pinterest. h/t deray.