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note: honestly i have no idea what this is lmao enjoy

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Drabbles - 51

I’m your husband. It’s my job.”  Rap Monster

Namjoon’s working on his computer when the front door opens and you return from work. He’s so focused that he doesn’t realize you’d made it to the living room until he sees you walking toward him from the corner of his eye. “Hey, babe. How was your–”

Without a word, you grab the laptop from his hands and put it on the table before sinking onto his lap. You press your face into his chest, hands lightly tugging at his arms until he wraps them around you. A sigh brushes along the skin of his neck, soft but heavy, but you keep silent. Curled into his chest, your hands balled up under your chin. 

He holds you, his fingers brushing along your arm. He can feel your heartbeat just barely through your clothes, beating steady and slow. He listens to your quiet breathing and bends his neck to press a kiss to your hair, lingering for just a second. When a tiny, almost inaudible sniff breaks the silence, he brushes his fingers through your hair and sighs, pulling you tighter against his chest. The urge to keep you there, protected and content and safe in his arms, is overpowering when you get like this. Vulnerable. Sad. Tired down to your core. 

He hates the world a little more every time.

An hours passes before you emerge from the crook of his neck. He sighs as you lightly skim his jaw with your nose and tilts his face down, pressing his lips to yours and waiting. He opens his eyes and smiles when he sees you’re watching him with grateful, half-lidded eyes. 

“Thank you,” you murmur, giving him a tiny kiss.

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.” 

Originally posted by myjaebutt

10:51 A.M

You, 10:51 A.M
Yes or no, is salt hour happening later?

I don’t know what this is except purely texts that I thought of if you were dating doyoung so. Uh. Enjoy??? probably not as good as i’m hoping it’s late i’m sleepy i’m passing out

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the-hick-and-the-housewife  asked:

Just looked through and also would like to request 51 😊

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

She pushed the damp rag away from her head, brushing him off once again as he went to put it back on.

“I don’t need it, I’m fine,” Carol croaked stubbornly.

Daryl snorted at her ignoring her protests as he pressed the cool fabric back to her forehead.

She was too weak to even resist him, sighing in frustration at his persistent care for her.

“Daryl go to bed, you’ve been by my side all day, I don’t need taking care of,” she said with a sigh as he ran the pad of his thumb gently across her cheek.

“I’m your husband. It’s my job,” he replied pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She couldn’t help the small smile that crept on her face at his words. They’d been married a few months now but actually hearing him call himself her husband made her feel giddy inside.

“In sickness and in health,” he murmured, touching the back of his hand to her cheek, trying to work out if she’d broke her fever yet.

“I best not hear any complaints when you make yourself sick from being around me so much,” she warned with a weak smile.

“Dixon’s don’t get sick,” he chuckled, picking up a glass of water and handing it to her expectantly.

She raised a brow at him as she took small sips before settling down to sleep, “we’ll see Dixon, we will see.”

The next morning when she woke she was pleased to feel she’d finally broke her fever.

She glanced over at Daryl who had fallen asleep in the chair during the night who was now looking much worse for wear.

She tried to contain her laugh that was bubbling within her at the sorry sight he looked, glaring at her with weak unamusement as sweat rolled down his neck.

“How you feeling?” she asked as she stretched out her muscles that finally weren’t aching.

“Don’t,” he grumbled, moving himself with force until he was tucked into the other side of her bed.

“Is it my turn to take care of you?” she asked, cuddling up to him gently, her hand coming up to push the hair off his face.

“Don’t need takin’ care of,” he murmured defiantly.

She snorted at his echo of words, echoing his own back to him as she placed a soft kiss to his temple.

“I’m your wife. It’s my job.”

Drabbles - 51

I’m your husband. It’s my job.” - G-Dragon

“Ugh,” you groan, closing your eyes against the headache pounding at your temples. You try to breath in, but your nose is stuffed that your eyes water at the attempt. Your throat aches like you’d swallowed sandpaper, and all you want to do at this moment is sink into your mattress and just become one with the sheets forever. “Why do humans get sick? I mean, this just seems completely unreasonable.”

“Sure it is, baby,” Jiyong says, clearing the thermometer before offering it to you. “Now open up. Let’s see what the damage is.”

“Why do viruses and germs even exist?” You ask from around the thermometer, grimacing as the metal tip digs into your tongue. “Like, their purpose is just to fuck people up. What kind of existence is that?”

“I don’t know, Jagi. We can go see the doctor later, and you can ask him that yourself.” Jiyong smiles down at you, brushing your hair away from your sweaty face. He’s already dressed for work, artistic blue and white shirt with black slacks, one silver cross hanging from his left ear. He takes the thermometer back when it starts beeping loudly and sighs. “Good news. Your fever’s not that high. Bed rest and medicine will probably be enough.”

“That’s good… I hate going to the doctor,” you mutter, leaning back against your pillow and frowning sadly. 

He heads into the bathroom for several minutes before coming back with a cup of water and two cold pills. “Here you go, Y/N.” Jiyong watches as you take the medicine before he pulls the covers up and tucks you back in. “You go back to sleep, baby. I’m going to work from home today, so I’ll be here if you need me.” He presses a kiss to your forehead before standing up and walking to the door.


“Yeah?” He turns to look at you, his hand on the light switch. 

“Thanks for taking care of me and being so sweet.”

Jiyong smiles softly. “I’m your husband. It’s my job. And my privilege. And my happiness.” He turns off the light, and you fall back asleep.

Originally posted by hell-ogoodbye

A/N: <3

Why is it that every client says “I’m 51, in amazing physical shape, and very handsome”.

They show up and I’m like “you’re 65 and look like a fucking potato”. -___-

Military-Trained Police May Be Less Hasty To Shoot, But That Got This Vet Fired
A Marine-turned-cop was fired after he did not shoot a man who had a gun. His Marine training led him to believe there wasn't clear hostile intent; his bosses say he risked other officers' lives.

There are plenty of recent stories involving white police officers who have shot and killed black men, including some who are on trial for those shootings.  Then there’s the case of a white cop who did not shoot a black man holding a gun — and it may have cost him his job.

It started with a 911 call for help in Weirton, W.Va., on May 6 at 2:51 a.m.  An emergency dispatcher in turn put out a call for an officer.

“Had a female stating they needed someone right now.  She sounded hysterical,” the dispatcher said.  “Hung up the phone, will not answer on call back.”

Nearest to the address was Stephen Mader, a 25-year-old Marine Corps veteran and rookie cop who was alone in his squad car.  He got to the house and saw Ronald D. Williams, a 23-year-old black man, standing outside with his hands behind his back.

“And I say, ‘Show me your hands,’ and he’s like, 'Naw, I can’t do that,’ ” Mader told NPR. “I said, 'Show me your f'ing hands.’ And then he brings his hands from behind his back and puts them down to his side. And that’s when I noticed he had a silver pistol in his right hand.”

Mader didn’t know it, but Williams’ girlfriend, who was inside the apartment with their infant son, had called 911 again.  She told the dispatcher:

“My ex-boyfriend’s here.  He has a gun.  He doesn’t have a clip in the gun.  There’s no clip in the gun.  He’s drunk.  He’s drunk.  He took the clip out of the gun and he said he was going to threaten the police with it just so they would shoot him.  He does not have a clip in the gun." 

On the 911 tape you hear Officer Mader on the radio saying, "We have a gun here."  All the dispatcher said to the cops is this: "Watch out for a weapon.”

Mader drew his weapon and told Williams to drop the pistol.

“Aim in on him, and I say, 'Drop your gun.  Drop your gun,’ ” Mader told NPR.  “And he said, 'I can’t do that.  Just shoot me.'  And I told him, I said, 'I’m not gonna shoot you, brother — just put down the gun.’ ”

So even though Mader didn’t know what Williams’ girlfriend told 911 — that the gun was empty and the man was trying to commit “suicide by cop” — Mader didn’t shoot.

Police get trained on de-escalation, but in that moment Mader was leaning more on training from the Marine Corps and experience in Afghanistan.  That knowledge can be a key difference between police officers with military backgrounds and those without.

“Before you go to Afghanistan, they give you training,” Mader said.  “You need to be able to kind of read people.  Not everybody over there is a bad guy, but they all dress the same.  That’s kind of what the situation was that night.”

Backup arrives

In Afghanistan, the rules of engagement sometimes were stricter than use-of-force rules for civilian police in America.  Erica Gaston, a human rights lawyer who studied the military’s rules of engagement in Afghanistan, said that especially was true in the later years of the war.

“There was an emphasis on winning hearts and minds, and focusing more on stabilizing communities and protecting the civilian population,” Gaston said.

In Weirton, Mader still had those wartime rules in mind.  The Marines had taught him to wait for clear hostile intent before opening fire, something he didn’t see from Williams.

“For me, it wasn’t enough to kind of take someone’s life because they’re holding a gun that’s not pointed at me,” Mader said.

But then — and this all happened in seconds — Mader’s backup arrived.  All they knew is that the dispatcher said there was a weapon.  Mader remembers that Williams walked toward them as they drove up and got out of their cars.

“Their weapons are drawn, and they’re screaming at him to drop the gun,” Mader said.  “At that point he starts waving the gun, back and forth between us.”

One of the officers fired four shots, and a bullet hit Williams in the side of the head, leaving him on the pavement.  The dispatcher called an ambulance, but the officers saw there was no hope in giving first aid.  Mader went inside to check on the girlfriend and baby.

The gun did turn out to be empty, though Mader said the officers had no way of knowing that for sure.

He said that though he tried to talk to Williams one-on-one while he was there, when the other officers showed up, all they saw was someone waving a gun around.

“The one officer felt that his life was in danger, along with others’, and he decided to fire at the subject,” Mader said.  “And I believe he was justified in what he did.”

“A better understanding of rules of engagement”

What Mader thinks was not justified happened a few days later: Police Chief Rob Alexander told Mader that he was being fired for putting his fellow officers’ lives in danger.

“When the officers arrived on the scene, they seen these two in a standoff pointing guns at each other, and that officer froze,” Alexander said at a press conference in September.

But what Alexander characterizes as hesitation others may see as experience.  Around the country, police chiefs who’ve hired war veterans have commented on their maturity and self-control when facing danger.

Dave Wilson, chief in the Wisconsin town of Shell Lake, an Iraq War veteran himself, said the vets he has hired make for ideal cops.

“If anything else, they have a better understanding of rules of engagement and use of force than others might,” Wilson said.  “They’re used to seeing people holding guns, and they take the time to assess the real danger of the situation.”

Researchers are starting to look at this, too.  At Washington State University, Stephen James is part of an effort to test law enforcement officers’ reactions in simulators, and one of the factors they’re tracking is whether the officers are veterans.  The data haven’t been compiled, yet, but he said other studies of how the brain operates under pressure would suggest that veterans are more “patient.”

“Combat vets who’ve been exposed to extreme violence have a different 'threat threshold,’ ” James said, “which means that they’re in more control of their physiology, and they’re not allowing this fight-or-flight response to drive them into action.”

But in Weirton, officials said it wasn’t just Mader’s failure to shoot that got him fired.  City Manager Travis Blosser said other reasons included “illegal searches in a vehicle, to the use of profanity with citizens and then also contaminating a crime scene of a potential homicide investigation.”

The city manager and police chief would not comment further for this story.

West Virginia State Police Sgt. Jim Gibson, who led an investigation of the shooting, told NPR that he thought Mader believed he was doing the right thing — but that the town of Weirton was justified in deciding that for a variety of reasons, Mader wasn’t cut out to be a policeman.

Mader said he still wants to be a cop and wishes things hadn’t happened so quickly that night.

“If I had maybe 30 more seconds, maybe it would’ve went different,” Mader said.  “Maybe I could have talked him down and just put him in handcuffs that night.”

The ACLU has been in touch with Mader, and he’s considering legal action.  In the meantime, he’s supporting his wife and their two kids as a commercial truck driver.

So what if, instead of just giving police forces military-grade equipment and combat tactics, they also received de-escalation and “win hearts & minds” training?  If they were taught not just how to attack, but also when to – and when not to – attack?

Federalist Papers
  • Madison: I wrote 10
  • Hamilton: I wrote 17
  • Madison: WTF? We were only supposed to do-
  • Hamilton: 5 more
  • Madison: (scribbles frantically) 24!
  • Ham: I'm up to 28
  • Mads: 29!
  • Ham: 32!
  • Mads: okay, u win
  • Alex: 40!
  • Literally everyone: you can stop now
  • Alex: I'm nonstop! 51! More coffee!
  • Eliza: I will literally divorce you