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Search and Seizure pt 6

A/N: By popular demand, here’s part 6! Thank you to everyone who helps me to continue. Sometimes I just get too insecure to keep going, but you guys are great! There is a scavenger hunt item in here, so lemme know when you find it!

The doctor had returned with your results. Apparently you had a pretty bad virus and it threw your electrolytes off balance along with you entire immune system. Your blood work was all over the map and you were also incredibly dehydrated. Combine that with not being able to take your meds and the reason for your lengthy seizure became crystal clear.

You were resting while Brendon sat beside you when Emma entered the room.

“Hey,” she waved quietly.

“Hi!” you replied warmly, along with Brendon. Damn. You are a sucker for a woman in uniform.

“I just finished my shift so I wanted to check on my favorite patient real quick,” she smiled. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” you said, “Just really tired.”

“I bet,” she nodded.

“Thank you so much, Emma,” Brendon said sincerely.

“Of course!” She replied easily, “It’s just my job.”

“And you’re really fucking good at it,” Brendon thanked her.

“Thanks,” Emma blushed. She is such a fangirl. Her heart always flutters when Brendon talks to her. She diverted the conversation away from herself, “I assume you guys are trapped here for the night, huh?”

“Yeah, probably until tomorrow even,” you sigh.

“The fans will understand,” Brendon said.

“What?” you looked to him, “You’re still doing the show.”

“I’m not leaving you to do a show,” He laughed. You become a bit irritated.

“Oh my god Brendon,” you complained, “I’m in the safest place possible. I think I can go a couple hours without you!”

“Can you?” Brendon shot back.

“You are letting thousands of people down!” You said, your voices rising.

Emma was suddenly uncomfortable, wishing she could fade into the background.

“The only person I care about is you!” He replied.

“Stop being so dramatic!” you rolled your eyes.

“What?” He questioned, “I’m just supposed to leave you here all alone?!”

“Um,” Emma quietly stepped forward. You both looked at her. “I’m sorry, um… I just, I have tomorrow off, so…” She cut herself off, maybe thinking she was being too presumptuous. “I mean, I’m not you Brendon!” she quickly corrected herself, embarrassment painting her cheeks, “but I can always…”

“SEE?!” You interrupt, “I can stay with Emma! We’ll be fine!”

Brendon narrows his eyes. He knows you’re not about to back down.

“We can call Zack if we need anything and keep you updated with lots of selfies,” You further convinced him, “It will be like you’re still here! Oh, we could even facetime! This is perfect.”

Emma’s smirk was unmistakable. Brendon looked at her and back to you. He sighs.

“Emma, can I talk to you outside, please?” Brendon says. Emma agrees and follows him out.

Oh shit, what if he’s going to scold her for offering something he wouldn’t do? Does he feel like Emma overstepped a boundary? Emma’s heart pounded. You watched their interaction through a crack in the blinds.


Alright, you’re SURE about this?” Brendon confirms.

“Yes,” Emma replies seriously, “If she remains stable for the rest of the day, there is absolutely no reason that you couldn’t step out for a few hours. The main reason she is still in the hospital is just to finish the medication she’s on.”

“And you…” Brendon pauses, an emotional and somber voice poking through, “You got her?”

“Brendon, I know that your entire world is sitting in that bed in there,” Emma replied confidently, “And I got her.”


All you could make out from the bed was them nodding. It didn’t look like Emma was crying or anything, so that was a good sign, right? They break from their conversation and reenter the room.

“As long as you’re feeling okay,” Brendon prefaced, “I’ll go and Emma can stay with you.”

Tonight you are victorious and you smile triumphantly.

Brendon lets you bask in the glory of it, feeling only slightly annoyed.

“I feel like a little kid having a sleepover or something,” You laugh.

“Hospital slumber party?” Emma offered with a questioning look.

“It’s not necessarily ideal,” you joke, “But it’s close enough.”

“Here, can you take my number?” You hand over your phone. You know it’s buried somewhere in Zack’s phone, but this was easier.

“Yeah, I’d rather not have to call 911 to reach you,” Brendon laughed.

“Yes, this is definitely a more direct line,” she giggled.

“Perfect,” Brendon said as you sent her contact to him.

“Alright, you get some rest,” Emma tells you and then addresses you and Brendon, “And I’ll be back over later tonight, okay?”

“Awesome,” Brendon replied, “Text me.”

You reached out for a hug as Emma said goodbye, as did Brendon. Her heart nearly imploded. Brendon Urie just hugged her. And he has her number. And he told her to ‘Text him’. Fangirl status achieved: Level Up. You both watched as she walked out, completely red and stiff with shock.

“Bren,” you chuckle, “I think you broke her.”

“She better get used to it,” Brendon replied with a smile


You slept through most of the day and it felt wonderful. The boys came to visit and brought the essentials for you and Brendon, plus a few snacks. Brendon updated them on the plan for the night, being sure to include his disapproval.

“Hey,” Zack reassured him, “If I could choose anyone, It’d be Emma.”

They had to go to sound check before the show and Brendon texted Emma when she should head over. Once she arrived, Brendon was like a parent leaving their child with a babysitter for the first time. He went over detail after detail, things both you and Emma already knew.

He asked if you were feeling okay and you were sure that he should go. You let him get all the anxiety out of his system, then stop him.

“Baby,” You take his hand to slow him down. You wait for his eye contact to steady on you. “I’m okay,” you nodded, “I know I scared the shit out of you last night. You have every right to be worried. But I am fine now. I want you to go and put on an amazing show. Emma and I will contact you with updates all the time, so you can see what an amazing slumber party we’re having.” You smile and he looks at you and nibbles on his cheek. “You are an incredible husband, Brendon. This is the right thing to do. I wouldn’t let you go if this wasn’t exactly what I wanted, okay?”

“Okay,” He replied. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren,” You said gently. Your demeanor shifted to something more devious and you began to whisper so no one else could hear. “And don’t forget what I told you the last time you didn’t want to perform… A whole month without your favorite thing.” You looked at him and raised your eyebrows.

“Goddamn, Y/n,” He replied with a strained sigh.

“Now go get out there and kick some ass!” you encouraged him.

He gave you one last kiss and Zack nearly had to drag him out of the room.

Once they all had left, Emma plopped down in the seat next to your bed.

“Alright,” Emma started, “I’m down for tv, movies, card games, talking, food, naps… Whatever you want.”

“Ugh yes,” You said gratefully, “All of the above.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” She said as she dug through her bag, “I got you a card!”

“Aw thanks!” You said, taking it and starting to rip the envelope.

You pull out the card. It is perhaps the greatest thing ever to grace your eyes.

“HOLY SHIT,” You exclaimed, “OH MY GOD I’M DYING…” You start laughing hysterically, so hard it hurts. Emma finds it hilarious and can’t stop laughing either. You can’t even speak in complete sentences. “THIS IS TOO GOOD, I CAN’T… HOW DID YOU EVEN… ”

You laugh until you cry. You try to gather yourself, but each time you both just devolve back into giggles. Finally you get it together.

“Oh my god, I love this so much, Emma!” looking down at it again and back up to her, “This is just fantastic. Thank you so much!” You give her a big hug.

“I thought you might like it!” She smiled.

“Let’s send a picture to Brendon!” You suggest. You both pose for a selfie and hold up the card. “Oh my god, I have to send this Patrick too,” You giggled.

“I hope Brendon likes the dark humor as much as you do,” She chuckles, “I don’t want to get on his bad side.”

“Nah, you’re awesome!” you reassure her. “He loves you!”

Emma’s face flooded with suppressed excitement. You giggle to yourself.

“Really?” She whispers, even though she knows you’re being serious. You smile, entertained by her enthusiasm.

“Yeah really,” you reply, “You also saved my life, so I think that’s some automatic brownie points too.”

You glanced down at your phone.

“Oh! They replied,” you announced, “Patrick said:”

Wtf that’s amazing?! I’m disappointed in myself for not coming up with that.

“And Brendon said:”

YES. I’m simultaneously horrified and incredibly entertained.

“Ugh god!” Emma sighed happily, “How did you ever get used to him?! Weren’t you kind of starstruck?”

“The more time you spend with him, the more you realize he’s a human,” You explain, “You take this sort of… idolization you have, and you make it personal. Seeing him as a person, not as a thing, or a concept.” You then get giggly and add, “I mean, he’s still pretty much a god among men but… He genuinely cares. That’s what makes me comfortable. That’s why I love him.”

Emma is just soaking in the adorableness.

“Does he have a brother?” Emma asked, joking. You laugh. “Damn, this is some real deal slumber party talk,” Emma notes, “Boys, crushes, gossip… It’s taking me back.”

“Yeah, but it smells like hospital instead of nail polish,” you giggle.

Once you both get talking, it goes on and on. Maybe the life or death situations have bonded you, or maybe you’re just alike. You just click together, like you’ve been friends all along. 

You send Brendon incessant snap chats, as promised. He replies with funny faces and guest appearances from the boys.

You start to get your appetite back and eat a little. You feel a bit more energized now that the sedatives had worn off. Nurses popped in and out occasionally. Once it got later in the night, you were completely ready to knock out. Emma stayed up, making sure you were sleeping okay. She then allowed herself to drift off.

Brendon returned to the hospital as soon as the show was over. It was late, almost midnight. Your room was dark and quiet. You were fast asleep and he saw Emma passed out on the couch. He quietly made his way to your bed and slipped in next to you. You stir a bit but immediately recognize Brendon’s embrace and scent.

“Hi baby,” You murmur into his chest while adjusting your body against his.

“Hi,” he sang back, “Goodnight.”

“Night,” you whisper back, a light smile danced on your lips as you fell back to sleep in his arms.

A/N: Important question: I kinddddd of want Emma to get poly-y with Brendon and the reader. I know it kind of strays from the story line… But hey, epileptics have sex lives too! Is that too weird? Would it ruin the story? Lemme know in a comment or message. Anyway– try to find the scavenger hunt items in here! Like/Reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

Humans Are Weird - Prosthetics

So, I’ve just binged on a bunch of “Humans are Weird”/”Space Australia” posts and I’ve absolutely fallen in love with the ideas and the concepts, and I figured I’d toss my hat into the ring with something I haven’t seen much (if any) of - Humans with physical disabilities. I’m of the thought that some aliens are like starfish, and can just regrow their limbs after a period of time if lost, and other aliens will retire their crippled to more ‘homely duties’ with assistance by other aliens, or that some aliens will be rid of their crippled in search of a physically strong race.

—–

Zan’via had dealt with humans on their travels before, having even crewed on a few ships with small teams of humans on a few missions. And they could say that they were impressed: while a lot of the stories they had heard were true, there were many more things that he had not heard of but had seen that had left him thoroughly surprised and, in some cases, even somewhat scared.

They never expected to encounter anything like this.

To be fair, all the captain had asked of Zan’via to do was to go retrieve the ship’s head of security (a human that all of the crew referred to as ‘Chief’) for a pre-landing brief. And the Chief’s door was open upon reaching his berthing, so Zan’via didn’t feel the need to knock.

Finding the human with only their underclothes on wasn’t what shocked Zan’via. Seeing half of the human’s left leg on the desk across the room was.

“Christ mate, you should’ve knocked.” The human said with a breath of relief, having been caught by surprise by Zan’via.

“I apologise, Chief, I forgot that your species has reservations about being seen in a state of undress.” Zan’via responded, their eyes still fixed on the limb still resting on the desk top. The human noted this and sighed, reaching over to grab the leg and get it ready to attach onto his body.

“So, what’s up?” ‘Chief’ asked nonchalantly as he undid a few clips on the metal plate just below his knee and started lining up the connectors on the prosthetic limb with the plate.

“The captain has requested your presence on the bridge… what are you doing with your limb?”

“Just putting my leg on for the day.”

“I was not aware that your species had removable limbs…”

“Oh, we don’t. This is a replacement for the one I lost a number of years back.”

“But it looks artificial. I remember reading that humans can survive a number of injuries and heal back remarkably well.” To this, Chief laughed.

“Mate, there’s a difference between recovering from a few broken ribs and a large penetrating wound, and having your leg completely severed from just below the knee. Our bones can reform from breaks and fractures, our skin can seal back up, and some of our organs can and will grow back if we lose parts of them, but we cannot regenerate a large part of our body after an injury like that. And after decades of leaving people crippled after an accident or a defect leaves a person without an arm, or a leg, or a hand, we developed technology that allowed those people to regain their lost ability.” Chief finished clipping his leg on and rotated his ankle around to test functionality. “At first it was just to help people walk and move around, but as time went on, our prosthetic technology advanced to the point where we can replace entire organs without any loss in functionality. Hell, some of the replacement parts we’ve made can even exceed what the human body can do naturally.”

“But why?” Zan’via was still having trouble comprehending exactly why humans would want to do such a thing. Chief shook his head and stood up, beginning to put on the rest of his duty uniform.

“Because we believe that everyone should have the best quality of life, regardless of their circumstances. Just because you don’t have an arm doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be able to write or fly. Just because you don’t have a leg doesn’t mean you can’t run or jump or dance. Some people lose their limbs in accidents and find life afterwards hard because they can’t do things they once did beforehand. Others are born missing limbs, and never get the chance to do things ‘normal’ people can do. If we can provide a chance for them to live life like the rest of us, then why not?”

“I think I understand… somewhat.” Zan’via’s eyes then locked back onto the now-covered leg, then back up to the Chief’s face. The human could see what his companion wanted to ask next.

“Vee-Bee-Ess-Ess gone wrong, about six years ago. I slipped off a walkway on a Torian cargo vessle and my leg caught between a support beam and a storage container. Combat Medics had to sever my leg to free me. I was in hospital for a couple of months for healing and installation of the neural interface that allows me to move my leg the way I do, then another seven months in rehabilitation to learn how to walk again.” Chief then lifted his leg and rotated his ankle, then set it down and jumped and twisted around. Zan’via watched and just from observing, they could not see any major signs that the human was any different from any normal human. “Now I’m good as new, and have been kicking ass since.”

“I can see.” Zan’via backed up and let the chief pass them through the doorway as the pair made their way to the bridge. “Does it hurt?”

“The pain never really goes away, to be honest. Sometimes it feels like I’ve still got my old leg there, even when the new one isn’t attached. ‘Phantom Limb Syndrome’, they call it. But I manage, I’ve done so for six years so far.” The human then looked to Zan’via, and they could see the glint of determination in the human’s eyes. “If keeping my job and doing what I love meant that I had to have all my limbs fully replaced, then I’d do so in a heartbeat. Nothing can stop a human from a goal, nothing but death.”

Zan’via stood in place as the human continued on towards the bridge, dwelling over what the human had told them. The next chance they got, they would write it down into the ‘notes’ section of the manual in regards to humans.

Vee-Bee-Ess-Ess = VBSS = Visit, Board, Search and Seizure

cnn.com
There is an underground network preparing to hide immigrants
Faith leaders in California don't have hope President Donald Trump won't enter churches or places of worship where immigrants may seek sanctuary. So they are building safe houses and preparing rooms to hide immigrants who fear ICE will deport them.
By Kyung Lah, Alberto Moya and Mallory Simon, CNN

A hammer pounds away in the living room of a middle class home. A sanding machine smoothes the grain of the wood floor in the dining room.

But this home Pastor Ada Valiente is showing off in Los Angeles, with its refurbished floors, is no ordinary home.

“It would be three families we host here,” Valiente says.

By “host,” she means provide refuge to people who may be sought by US Immigration and Customs Enforcement, known as ICE. The families staying here would be undocumented immigrants, fearing an ICE raid and possible deportation.

The purchase of this home is part of a network formed by Los Angeles religious leaders across faiths in the wake of Donald Trump’s election. The intent is to shelter hundreds, possibly thousands of undocumented people in safe houses across Southern California.

The goal is to offer another sanctuary beyond religious buildings or schools, ones that require federal authorities to obtain warrants before entering the homes.

“That’s what we need to do as a community to keep families together,” Valiente says.

At another Los Angeles neighborhood miles away, a Jewish man shows off a sparsely decorated spare bedroom in his home. White sheets on the bed and the clean, adjacent full bathroom bear all the markers of an impending visit. The man, who asked not to be identified, pictures an undocumented woman and her children who may find refuge in his home someday.

The man says he’s never been in trouble before and has difficulty picturing that moment. But he’s well educated and understands the Fourth Amendment, which gives people the right to be secure in their homes, against unreasonable searches and seizures. He’s pictured the moment if ICE were to knock on his door.

“I definitely won’t let them in. That’s our legal right,” he says. “If they have a warrant, then they can come in. I can imagine that could be scary, but I feel the consequences of being passive in this moment is a little scary.”

Search and Seizure Pt 4

Request: un-surpassable: Need. more. search. and. seizure . Ahahahhhh
Request: kyky9103:
Can you do more anxiety attack and seizure posts

Lots of people were asking for another part. Ask and you shall receive! There are two-ish scavenger hunt items. See if you can find them!

@beeboatthedxsco @opheren @staticpalmsvibes @streetyouthrising @zimeah

The video of your seizure in the grocery store ended up everywhere. Gossip sites, entertainment sites, youtube, facebook, instagram, twitter… It was awful. You cried. and cried. For days. Brendon and the boys were right at your side through it all.

You were just so terribly embarrassed and felt violated. Everyone in the world has seen you at your most vulnerable without your consent.

Some people were really nice. A lot of the fans and TV hosts were genuinely sympathetic and concerned. They all wished you well.

But some people were not nice at all. They made fun of you and left the most disheartening and offensive comments.

Honestly had no idea she could break dance like that.

That awkward moment when you realize your girlfriend is possessed…

Ew all that stuff coming out of her mouth. Looks like Brendon’s got himself a spitter, not a swallower!

Can she die from one of these so we can have Brendon back?

Brendon wanted to make all your hurting stop, but he couldn’t. He was absolutely furious with the way people were talking about you, especially people who claimed to be his fans. After finding you in a puddle one night, horrible comments from a fan website in your hand, he took to twitter.

It disgusts me the shit “fans” will say about the people I love most. If you’re one of them, just know I think you’re shit. Get fucked.

Perhaps the worst part was people concocting theories about your “rock star lifestyle” and how you must have overdosed on drugs. People were writing entire pieces about your struggle with addiction–addictions that didn’t even exist. “Crack whore” was the nickname for you, and it flew around the internet.

Finally, you want to put it all to rest. You are going to address it. Own it. You write up a message in your notes and post a screenshot of it on instagram.

To all of you who have been wishing me well: thank you SO much! I loved all the sweet messages you have been sending Brendon and I. I’m doing just fine now. To everyone who has tried to put me down, make fun of me, and talk shit about me: you need to take a serious look at yourself and your behavior. Have some compassion. I have epilepsy, which is a seizure disorder. Although it’s well controlled, I still have seizures from time to time. I never really liked to talk about it because I didn’t want people to treat me differently. But now, things have changed for me and that’s why I think I owe it to myself and all of my fellow epilepsy-warriors to speak up. I have epilepsy, but epilepsy does not have me.

Sending lots of love out to all of you,
Y/n

You were too nervous to read the comments, so you had Brendon do it. He started reading all them aloud and it was incredible.

They talked about how happy they were that you were okay, that you were so strong, that you are perfect just the way you are, that they don’t see you any differently… The best was how many people felt comfortable sharing their own struggles with epilepsy, a lot of them crediting you for giving them the courage to do so.

You made the absolute best of the situation you were put in. You finally felt free.

In another exciting turn of events, you and Brendon got engaged last month. You both knew you wanted to spend the rest of your lives together since the moment you met, so it was all coming true. You couldn’t be happier.


It was back to touring and you were backstage at a show. You knew you were tired and you were looking forward to calling it a night. You decided you might go back to the bus early, before the show ends. You were enjoying the thought of getting comfortable in your pjs–

Uh oh.

It hit you hard and very suddenly, interrupting your train of thought entirely: your arm was gone and your stomach flipped.

No, fuck, not during a show.

You stood for a moment, wishing it away with all your might. The heat around you became oppressive. Everything was only intensifying. You looked out onto the stage, seeing Brendon singing and running around as usual with his special performance glow. You smiled for a moment.

You come up with a plan: you’ll just grab Zack and go further backstage, out of view. You won’t interrupt the show and you can just tell Brendon after. You’re sure he’ll be furious that you didn’t tell him sooner, but you weren’t about to ruin the concert for everyone.

You dropped out of your thoughts as your body was screaming to get your attention, realizing how badly you were feeling. You spot Zack and start to make a beeline over to him. Your purposeful steps suddenly became weaker but you were determined to make it. You’re a little less coordinated as you reach him, stepping closer to him than you really meant to. His expression drops as he looks to you.

“Zeyh–” you slur as you attempt to reach out to him.

“Oh, okay,” He is instantly grabbing underneath your forearms, firmly supporting you. It’s fairly dark and hard to hear each other over the music, but you don’t really need to say much of anything. Zack didn’t need any more information to figure everything out. He has developed a sixth sense kind of thing about it now, actually. 

“Don’t feel–” you try.

“You don’t feel good?” he finished the statement for you. You nod and your lip trembles. “I know honey,” Zack comforted you, “It’s okay.”

You fall into his chest a bit and he adjusts his grip.

“I gotcha Y/n,” he reassures you quickly, speaking gently into your ear, “let’s lay down.” You’re so petite compared to him, he easily begins to move you to the floor.

The crew members nearby start to gather around the situation.

Brendon happened to be jogging his way towards your end of the stage. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the unusual events unfolding offstage. He did a double take and saw you clinging to Zack as he was helping you to the ground.

He felt his stomach drop to the floor.

“Oh fuck,” he said under his breath, frozen for a moment. The next thing he knew, he was sprinting off stage to you as fast as his legs could carry him. He pushed a couple of stage hands out of the way and slid on his knees, arriving next to you. He shrugged off his jacket and Zack put it under your head.

You suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder and find Brendon above you, pulling his earpiece out.

“It’s okay baby,” he panted, “I’m right here.”

His voice was the last thing you heard. You started to seize and Brendon looked over at Zack, who had his phone out with the timer starting. Zack nods at him silently, and Brendon returns it, so grateful that Zack takes such good care of you.

Meanwhile, the band was left hanging. The crowd was also puzzled, disappointed by the sudden end of the song.

When the boys realized Brendon had ran, each of them kind of dropped off, confused. They looked after where he had gone and saw you on the floor, Brendon and Zack at your side. They were heartbroken and exchanged looks, wondering what to do. After a second, Dallon decided to speak up.

“Alright guys, sorry,” He said into his mic, “We’re gonna give Brendon some time to, uh, help out his beautiful fiancé here, having a little trouble.” He kept it nonchalant, not exactly sure of what to say anyway.

The entire audience could guess what was happening and they all awed, feeling terrible for you. No doubt that every single person in the arena had seen the video of you in the grocery store.

“Oh no, she must be having a seizure!”
“Poor thing!”
“Oh Brendon is so sweet!”

The boys kind of just talked with the audience, joking around, playing a riff from time to time to stall. They wanted it to be quiet for you.

Brendon was brushing your hair from your face when you start to bleed a little. He and Zack both notice you’ve moved onto your back, not completely on your side anymore.

“Yeah, let’s–” Brendon directed Zack, not really needing to use words because he was thinking the same exact thing. Zack rolls you further onto your side while Brendon helps you along. The rest of the blood was able to drain out.

“There we go,” He sighed, wiping it away. He stroked your cheek gently. “it’s okay baby. You’re okay.”

Some of the stagehands started asking questions. Brendon was completely focused on you, so Zack took over answering, informing them of the situation. Brendon continued whispering to you and you started to come down.

“Shhh, good job baby,” He said quietly, wiping your mouth one last time. “Zack?” He called his attention.

Zack looked at him and then glanced down at his phone. “1:41,” He replied. “Alright, all you guys have to back off please.” Zack commanded the crew around you, waving them away. He didn’t want you to be any more scared than you already would be, waking up in a strange place.

“Wasn’t too bad,” Brendon consulted with Zack.

“Nope,” he agreed, “Normal length.”

“God,” Brendon sighed, “Did she seem different to you? I didn’t see this one coming at all.”

“No, she’s been fine all day,” Zack shrugged, “Maybe she forgot her medication.”

They give you another minute and you start to come to. They moved away.

You open your eyes and it’s dark. Why can’t you see? You moved your eyes up and realize you’d been looking at the black floor you are laying on. You see a hand right next to your face and stare at it intently. Suddenly you realize it’s your own hand, and try to move it. It took you a second but finally you were able to slide it a little. It still felt so foreign as it sat front of you.

You are drawn away from your hand as your disorientation tugged at you. Fear sat deep in your stomach. You know you’re laying on the ground, but where and why? You slide your hand against the floor again, wanting to put in a position that you could push yourself up from, but it was no use. You were far too week.

A wall of fuzzy sound hit your ears. You looked beyond your hand and saw boots. Black boots. Those do not belong to you. Oh my god, it’s a person, right in front of you.

“Y/n, you’re okay,” Brendon begins to speak quietly.

You start to panic and your fight or flight reflex kicked in. You rustle on the floor and try to get away from the figure in front of you, but the most you can manage to do is withdraw.

“It’s okay, baby,” Brendon continues, “You had a seizure but you’re okay now. it’s just me and Zack.”

You don’t really seem to be responding to him like you normally would by now. He’s not sure if you aren’t showing it, or if you truly can’t hear him.

Truth is, you haven’t heard a single thing. The figure comes closer to you and you try to hit it away, punching and whimpering.

“Baby, it’s alright,” Brendon called to you, blocking your weak hands as you tried to throw them through the air, “Shhh, it’s okay.”

Sound becomes clear to you and all you can hear is yourself. You hold your breath as you continue to struggle, wondering if you could hear something that would help you figure what was going on.

“Y/n, it’s okay,” Brendon tried again.

You hear it. That voice. Brendon. You still yourself.

“It’s Brendon, Y/n,” Brendon tells you, “You’re okay.”

You looked at him, taking in his features and trying to put it all together.

“Bren?” You questioned quietly. He lit up a bit and nodded.

“It’s me, baby,” He reassured you, “You’re safe.”

You respond by relaxing your hands back down to the floor.

“You had a little seizure, so I know you’re confused,” He explained sweetly, “but you’re alright. It’s me, and your BFF Zack is right there behind you, alright?” he said with a little smirk. A smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

You start to push yourself onto your elbow and ponder your surroundings. Zack and Brendon both hover their hands over you in case you start to fall.

“We’re at the venue in Ohio for a show,” He said.

You glance around and realize there’s stage crew around you. You looked at him and saw that he was soaked with sweat and in his stage outfit. Beyond him, you saw the boys onstage and one of their voices speaking casually on a microphone. Your eyes grew wide.

“OH MY GOD!” You exclaimed, “YOU’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A SHOW!” You were quickly pushing yourself up to sitting and fumble to properly put your weight into your hands. You don’t have the balance or the strength and fall over backward.

Apparently Zack would rather die than let you hit the ground, because suddenly he is holding you upright and rests your back against himself. You forgot he was back there, even though Brendon had just told you that. You’re not really sure the physics of how it all happened, but you are sure that Zack is a ninja. What a great BFF.

Oh wow, even your inner monologue is seizure drunk.

“Easy, Y/n,” Brendon holds your shoulder, “It’s okay.”

“Oh my god,” You shook your head, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You start to cry.

“No, no, no, Shhh,” Brendon immediately soothes, heartbroken to see you brought to tears like this. He takes your cheek in his hand, “It’s okay,” he tried with a sad chuckle, “Y/n. It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeated through your tears. Zack was rubbing your upper arm and Brendon was wiping each tear as they fell.

“Y/n,” he said, tilting your head up to look you in the eye. “Baby, it’s okay. I needed a break anyway, alright?” He chuckled again, “It’s hot out there!”

You mustered up a small smile for him. At his comment, you notice he’s not wearing his gold jacket. You look down and see it wadded up on the floor.

“Oh no I got blood on it,” you said sadly with a pouted lip, observing a puddle that had formed and smudged around. You feel terrible, like you’ve truly ruined everything.

“You know what?” Brendon said in a clear, optimistic voice. You look to him. “Tomorrow we’re gonna wash that thing and make our own fucking oxi-clean commercial, alright?” He joked, grinning widely. He makes you giggle. “It’s just clothes, baby,” He reminds you softly. You nod with a little smile.

You wait for a moment before breaking the silence.

“Go,” you say to him.

“What?” he asks.

“Go!” you repeat, “I’m fine here, go back on stage. You have a show to finish!”

He looked at you from beneath his eyebrows, annoyed.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” He scoffed, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why?” You huff, pouting your lip in an exaggerated fashion. Oh boy, here’s the seizure drunk coming through.

“Because my fiancé just had a seizure!” Brendon responded, “I’m not finishing the show!”

“Seize seizin’ is a habit” You sing like David Banner’s ‘Stuntin is a habit’ with your best gangster style.

“Oh my god,” he covers his eyes in embarrassment.

“I’m fine now Bren, there’s nothing left to be done,“ you try, “Your fans deserve this!”

“You are my top priority,” He responded.

“Look, I have my BFF Zacky-poo,” You reached up and sloppily patted Zack’s cheek, “And you can go finish your show.”

“Y/n, I’m not–” He started.

“Brendon Boyd Urie,” You cut him off harshly, “If you do not get back on that stage right now, you are not touching my body for a month.”

The look on Brendon’s face is hilarious. He can’t believe you just said that.

“Yeah, that’s right,” You clicked your tongue. He evened his facial expression.

“You’re just seizure drunk,” He dismissed. You lean forward a little.

“Baby,” You coldly whisper in his ear, “I don’t lie when I’m seizure drunk.”

You lean away. Now he looks even more flustered. Poor Zack probably felt awkward as all fuck, but oh well, this was far too entertaining.

“Hm, better get back out there,” You said lightly with an innocent smile.

Brendon gives you a death stare for a moment and you just hold your smile. He looks to Zack.

“You sure you got her?” Brendon asks him, his voice flat and annoyed.

HA. YOU’VE CRACKED HIM.

“Course, man,” Zack nodded dutifully.

“You’ll bring her back to the bus?” Brendon checks. Zack nods again.

Brendon pauses for a second and sighed, aggravated that you’ve won the battle. You’ve always been a fighter.

“Okay,” he surrenders. He kisses your forehead and pulls away enough to lock eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bren,” You reply.

He takes off and as soon as he is back on stage, the crowd erupts with noise. Zack is working on getting you up and sitting in a chair for a little while before you actually trek back to the bus. You hear Brendon address the audience.

“We’re all good, guys,” he told them as they cheered, and then waited for them to quiet down a bit.

“Not that I wouldn’t anyway, because I do love you guys, but, uh,” he chuckled under his breath, “my fiancé just threatened to withhold sex from me for a month if I didn’t come back out here.” The crowd roared with laughter and he literally giggled like a little girl,  “So you can thank Y/n for this one!”

You’re welcome. You smile and laugh to yourself. 

You have epilepsy, but epilepsy doesn’t have you. Life has to go on.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the read. Zack is the fucking best and I strongly believe he would turn into such a little softie like this. This series is pretty fun to write. Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

ps. Lol who would actually have the willpower to withhold sex from Brendon?

So, you’ve been approached by a police officer, or two, and you have a little (or a lot) of bud on you.
What now?

Here are 5 things to remember as a cannabis user when dealing with the police:

1. Check your state laws. Is cannabis legalized for adult use or medicinally? Are you eligible to benefit? What are the maximum amounts of plants, dried flowers, and concentrate you can have? Make sure you know the current laws in your area. If you’re a medical patient, make sure to have an ID card with you and quick access to verification.

2. Beware baggies. Authority figures tend to look at baggies as an intent to sell. Try keeping your flowers in a prescription bottle, air tight jar or box instead.

3. Remember your rights! Unfortunately, in all states but California and Arizona, the smell of weed can be used as probable cause to search your car and personhood. However, according to the Fourth Amendment, you are protected from unreasonable search and seizure unless there is probable cause or a warrant. It’s important to let the officer know you do not consent to a search, even if they do so anyway.

4. Be quiet!

Outside of your name and address you are not obligated to talk to the police. The more information you give the more chances you have of saying something that might incriminate yourself. According to the Fifth Amendment you have the right to remain silent. Here are some good phrases and questions to use if stopped by the police:

 “Why did you pull me over?” 

“I’m not discussing my day.”

 “Am I being detained or am I free to go?”

 “I’m going to remain silent. I want a lawyer.” 

 5. Be nice! A calm attitude can turn a potentially nerve wracking situation with the police into a quick and uneventful one.

REMEMBER. Although cannabis is federally illegal, local and state police cannot turn you over to the feds if you are possessing, cultivating or transporting within the legal parameters of your state.

Stay safe, stay educated and stay elevated.

cnn.com
There is an underground network readying homes to hide undocumented immigrants
Faith leaders in California don't have hope President Donald Trump won't enter churches or places of worship where immigrants may seek sanctuary. So they are building safe houses and preparing rooms to hide immigrants who fear ICE will deport them.
By Kyung Lah, Alberto Moya and Mallory Simon, CNN

“A hammer pounds away in the living room of a middle class home. A sanding machine smoothes the grain of the wood floor in the dining room.

But this home Pastor Ada Valiente is showing off in Los Angeles, with its refurbished floors, is no ordinary home.“It would be three families we host here,” Valiente says.By “host,” she means provide refuge to people who may be sought by US Immigration and Customs Enforcement, known as ICE. The families staying here would be undocumented immigrants, fearing an ICE raid and possible deportation.

The purchase of this home is part of a network formed by Los Angeles religious leaders across faiths in the wake of Donald Trump’s election. The intent is to shelter hundreds, possibly thousands of undocumented people in safe houses across Southern California.

Workers rush to finish flooring for homes meant to hide immigrants.The goal is to offer another sanctuary beyond religious buildings or schools, ones that require federal authorities to obtain warrants before entering the homes.“That’s what we need to do as a community to keep families together,” Valiente says.

At another Los Angeles neighborhood miles away, a Jewish man shows off a sparsely decorated spare bedroom in his home. White sheets on the bed and the clean, adjacent full bathroom bear all the markers of an impending visit. The man, who asked not to be identified, pictures an undocumented woman and her children who may find refuge in his home someday.The man says he’s never been in trouble before and has difficulty picturing that moment. But he’s well educated and understands the Fourth Amendment, which gives people the right to be secure in their homes, against unreasonable searches and seizures. He’s pictured the moment if ICE were to knock on his door.“I definitely won’t let them in. That’s our legal right,” he says. “If they have a warrant, then they can come in. I can imagine that could be scary, but I feel the consequences of being passive in this moment is a little scary.”

Read the full piece here

It is our duty now to begin to lay the plans and determine the strategy for the winning of a lasting peace and the establishment of an American standard of living higher than ever before known. We cannot be content, no matter how high that general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people—whether it be one-third or one-fifth or one-tenth—is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill-housed, and insecure.

This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

  • The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;
  • The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
  • The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
  • The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
  • The right of every family to a decent home;
  • The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
  • The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
  • The right to a good education.
  • All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

America’s own rightful place in the world depends in large part upon how fully these and similar rights have been carried into practice for all our citizens. For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world.

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Marines, assigned to the Force Reconnaissance Platoon, 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit, practice helicopter rope suspension and room clearing techniques during visit, board, search and seizure (VBSS) training aboard the amphibious assault ship USS Bonhomme Richard during Exercise Talisman Saber 17. June 25, 2017. (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class William Sykes/Released)

The Fourth Amendment

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

It seems like not everyone knows this amendment. It’s not as famous as ½/5. 

This is the search and seizure amendment, also called the privacy amendment.

It’s the thing that is supposed to prevent police from arresting people for no reason. 

It prevents the government from digging through your belongings, through your web history, your bank accounts and anything else without demonstrating probable cause to a judge. 

This is the amendment that we talk about when there are requests for voter data. Or when discussing students rights. Or stop and frisk laws.

This is the amendment that Joe Arpaio violated, was ordered to stop violating, and was convicted of contempt for continuing to violate. 

Search and Seizure pt 5

A/N: I had a ton of requests to keep up with this series, so here is part 5! This sort of follows a particular plot-request @kyky9103. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. There’s a scavenger hunt item (hint: fob), so look for it and comment if you find it! Enjoy! @un-surpassable@beeboatthedxsco

You woke up just an hour after going to sleep in Portland to a hot wave of nausea pouring over you. You roll out of the plush hotel bed and make a break for the toilet, stumbling through the unfamiliar room in the dark. You fumble for a light switch and can’t find one, but there’s no time to keep looking. You still successfully make it to throw up in your desired receptacle.

Brendon doesn’t feel you leave the bed, but he shoots straight up in the bed when he hears you getting sick. He throws the covers off, finding a light far more easily than you. He squints through the sudden brightness, running to the bathroom. He instantly is sitting behind you, holding your hair.

“It’s alright,” He soothed, rubbing light circles on your back.

After what feels like an eternity, it’s finally over. You see fragments of your pills in the toilet, but you don’t bother pointing it out to Brendon. You sit back onto your butt and into his arms.

“Sorry,” You breathe.

“In sickness and in health, right?” he laughed gently as he reminded you of your wedding vows, making you smile. You nuzzle into his shoulder. “My poor baby,” he said with a frown. “Were you feeling sick earlier?”

You nodded.

“Threw up at dinner,” You admitted.

“Y/n, why didn’t you say anything?!” He asked sweetly, disappointed.

“Felt fine after,” you shrugged.

“Baby, you know it’s risky for you to be sick,” he said bothered. You stiffen in his arms.

“Don’t treat me like I’m different, Brendon,” you cautioned, irritated. “People get sick. It’s fine.”

“Y/n, I’m not trying to treat you like you’re different,” he explained gently, “I know you are limitless. You don’t need to prove that to me because I already know and I am so proud of you. I just think you need to step back for a second.”

You look at him, only half convinced.

“It doesn’t speak to who you are,” He said sincerely, “It’s your health I’m worried about, baby.”

“Okay,” you said quietly as you nod, hesitantly agreeing. You know he’s right.

“Do you feel seizure-y?” He asked, concerned.

“No, I don’t feel ‘seizure-y,’“ you smile a bit at his new adjective.

“Do you want to stay in here or get back in bed?” he offered.

“Bed,” you decided.

He helps you up and flushes the toilet before escorting you back into bed. He tucks you in and climbs in next to you.

“Smack me if you need anything,” He said with a smile.

“Okay,” you smirked, curling up and falling right to sleep.


Hours later, you smacked him. Without remorse.

He didn’t seem to mind the rude awakening all that much.

“Y/n?” He inquired, hastily flicking on the bedside light.

“Bathroom,” You murmured.

“Okay,” he said soothingly, quickly getting you out of bed and to the bathroom. You get sick again and feel completely exhausted as you sit back down onto the cool tile floor.

Brendon is whispering quiet words of comfort when it hits you.

Fuck fuck fuck Brendon was very right

Your arm goes tingly and you feel like you might throw up again.

“Hey Bren?” You interrupt, discomfort evident in your voice. He looks to you. “I-I feel seizure-y.” Your breath is uneven and your expression dulls.

“Okay, it’s okay,” He says quickly to reassure you, holding you by your shoulders. “Lay back baby, I got you.”

You absently do as your told and Brendon guides you to the floor, onto your side. He grabs the bathmat and folds it up, sliding it underneath your head. He knows he needs to go get his phone from the nightstand but he doesn’t want to leave your side, even for a second. He gives up.

“I’m gonna get my phone, I’ll be right back baby,” He says at the speed of light. He snatches his phone and arrives back next to you. Fear is written on your face.

“I know your scared, Y/n,” He places a hand on your cheek.

You look at him, your expression one he’s never seen before.

“Bren,” you say quietly.

“It’s okay baby,” he nodded, “I’m right here.”

You started to seize and for a moment he hesitated. This had never happened alone with you before. He needed to call Zack but he also needed to time.

He comes to a compromise–He will count aloud as he called Zack. Brendon didn’t want to lose count while talking to him, so he decided to just keep going. To be honest, he had faith that Zack would figure out what was happening, because Zack was just like that. He was attuned to emergencies. Crisis was one of his areas of expertise.

Calling Zack…

“1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,”

“Brendon?” A groggy voice answered.

“9, 10, 11, 12,” Brendon watched you helplessly.

“Brendon, what are the fuck are you–” He says perturbed, still too sleepy to figure anything out.

“16, 17, 18,” Brendon changed the tone of his voice, trying to convey urgency. He smoothed your hair back, running his fingers through your hair.

“Brendon are you–” Zack said, still trying to put it together. Suddenly it clicked. “Brendon are you timing a seizure right now?!” He could hear Zack jumping out of bed.

“Yes, 27, 28, she’s sick, 30, it’s bad,” Brendon’s voice cracked, “32,”

“I’m on my way,” He reassured Brendon as he grabbed his room key as well as yours and hustled to the door, “Hold tight.”

The call ended and Brendon kept counting aloud until he could start a timer, cycling between glancing to his phone screen and to you.

“39.” He said, his final total as the timer started. “39, 39, 39,” He whispered to himself. Finally he could put his phone down and just focus on you.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” He soothed, “You’re okay Darlin’ you’re okay.”

Brendon hears the lock on the door click and the door swings open.

“Brendon?” Zack yells.

“39!” Brendon replied.

Zack is next to you both in no time, albeit confused.

“What?” He asked.

“39,” Brendon repeated, “That’s how long it was until I could start the timer.” He needed to say it before he forgot. Zack nodded, also storing the number in his memory.

“What happened?” Zack asked quickly, remembering that Brendon said that she’d been sick.

“She’s thrown up three times tonight,” He reported.

“Jesus,” Zack shook his head, “I doubt she kept any of her meds down.”

They continued to comfort you, but Brendon was growing more concerned.

“I don’t know, Zack,” Brendon said slowly, “I don’t like this one.”

He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off. Maybe it was because you were sick or maybe it was the way you looked at him before it started… But it just didn’t feel right. Before Zack could respond, you started gagging.

Brendon and Zack immediately placed their hands on you to ensure you stayed on your side while you threw up a little. Brendon uses a hand towel to wipe it away from your mouth and looked at the timer nervously.

“I know she said some of this stuff was normal,” Brendon started unsure, “But we’re coming up on 4 minutes now.”

Zack thought for a moment.

“She’s not slowing down at all,” Zack shook his head.

“Yeah,” Brendon somberly agreed.

“Want me to make the call?” Zack asked.

“I think we should,” Brendon replied sadly.

“Kay,” Zack said quietly, pulling out his own phone. He dialed and started talking with the dispatcher.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Brendon stroked your cheek, “We’re gonna get you help.”

He just kept talking to you, unsure of what to do, and wanting to suppress his own feelings. His emotion still easily slipped through and he couldn’t help but cry a little. He felt so powerless, watching as epilepsy was trying to take away his beautiful girl.

“I know you’re going to be pissed at me later when you find out we called paramedics,” He said, gently smiling through the tears. “We just gotta make sure there is a ‘later,’ okay baby?” He whispered. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t.

Zack placed his hand on Brendon’s shoulder, doing his best to console him, despite his own concern.

“They’re on the way, Brendon,” He said reassuringly. Brendon nodded and attempted to gather himself, sniffling and wiping his tears away.

“I’m going to call the front desk so they know where to send the medics,” Zack said before he departed from the bathroom to use the room phone.

“You’re going to be okay,” Brendon spoke to you softly, “I love you so much Y/n.” He looked down at the timer: 5:05. “Please come back to me baby, I’m right here, just come back darlin.” Brendon was devolving into a complete emotional mess, unable to stop the flow of tears.

Your movements became a little less violent and he was hoping it was over. Zack reentered the bathroom and knelt down on the floor.

“I think she’s coming out of it,” Brendon said hopefully.

“Good,” Zack nodded.

He was wrong. It just kept going. It was much more subdued movements, so it was indeed getting better, but it continued on. A minute felt like an hour to him. He carried on with stroking your, pushing it from your face. He wiped away some spit from your mouth as well, wanting to make sure your airway was as clear as possible.

“You’re doing so good baby,” Brendon cooed, “Help is coming.”

As if on cue, there was banging on the door and the lock clicked.

“Paramedics!” Someone yelled to announce themselves as they opened the door.

“In here!” Zack responded.

The paramedics entered the bathroom and Brendon and Zack looked up. To their surprise, they were met by a familiar face: Emma. They remembered back to that day at the grocery store. They realized they were, in fact, in Portland again, where they had originally met.

“Emma?” Zack said, posing both as a greeting and a question.

“Brendon. Zack.” She replied, kind of shocked.

Emma turned to her partner. ”This is Y/n, I’ve treated her before,” She explained to him quickly as they got onto the floor.

“How long has she been down?” Emma looked to Brendon as she pulled open a large pack. Brendon looked down at the timer.

“6:50 plus 39…” He trailed off, knowing he couldn’t do the math, “Um, over seven minutes.”

“Eric, can I have two of lorazepam,” She directed her partner quietly.

He opened one of the packs and retrieved a syringe and a vial, looking it over before handing it off to Emma. She took the syringe and drew up some liquid from the vial. She began to narrate what she was doing for Brendon and Zack.

“This is a medication that will help stop the seizure,” She explained, “It’s intranasal, which means it goes in her nose, okay?”

Zack and Brendon both nod. She put what looked like sort of like a cap on the syringe and administered the drug. Seconds later the seizure came to a full stop.

“There you go, baby,” Brendon whispered to you, “There you go.”

“It’s normal for her to sleep a little now from the medication, okay?” She informed them not to worry.

“Alright,” Zack replied while Brendon nodded.

Her partner started taking your vital signs and Emma started asking some questions while simultaneously doing some sort of physical assessment.

“Can you guys tell me what led up to this?” She asked, taking note of the vomit on the floor.  Brendon collected himself and cleared his throat.

“She has a stomach bug I think,” He started, “She threw up three times tonight and then said she felt a seizure coming on. Something just seemed off about it to me, I don’t know why. Then it lasted for so long. Usually hers are less than two minutes.”

Emma was listening intently, nodding from time to time.

“And she threw up during the seizure as well?” She asked.

“Yes,” Brendon replied.

“She’s breathing just fine right now,” She assured them, “But I’m definitely concerned about that, alright? I think it’s important to transport her to the hospital because of that and the length of the seizure, especially now that I’ve given her the drug.”

She explained it so clearly and calmly, it even calmed Brendon’s nerves a little.

“Okay,” Brendon nodded confidently in agreement. He just wants you to be okay and he will do everything in his power, and more, to make sure that happens.

They get you onto the stretcher and start to wheel you out.

It’s technically a security issue to leave the rest of the boys in the hotel with no one around, so Zack comes up with the plan.

“You go with her and I’ll get the boys up and meet you there?” He proposed the plan as a question.

“Yeah, sounds good,” Brendon replied. Zack said goodbye and made his way to the boys’ rooms down the hall.

You got loaded up in the ambulance with Brendon and Emma. She continues to ask Brendon some questions about your medical history for a little while, then shifts the conversation as she rechecks her assessment.

“You’re back in Portland, huh?” Emma said.

“Come for the weather,” he joked a little and she smiled. “You’re a paramedic now?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” She replied. “Actually, a week after I met you guys, I quit my job and went to medic school. Decided that this was my calling,” she said simply.

“Wow, that’s… That’s amazing,” He said honestly. She nodded back, clearly happy and proud of her achievement too. 

Your eyes start to move more purposefully and they both notice.

“So she’s going to get more with it soon,” She said, “The medication I gave her is also a sedative, so she’ll be pretty weak.”

Brendon understood and then saw you begin to look in his direction.

“Hi Y/n,” Brendon started softly, “You’re okay.”

Your vision consists of black splotches. Before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger, then suddenly you’re blinded by bright light reflected by a silver ceiling. A horrible taste sat on your tongue and your body felt like it was magnetized to the floor. Where the fuck are you? Why couldn’t you move?

“It’s alright,” Brendon said, “I know you’re scared. It’s okay.”

You look around, trying to make sense of it all. The confusion was too intense and you wanted to cry. Were you moving? What is going on? You look for some sort of sign that you were safe but you only found cold metal.

A sound of distress escapes your mouth.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Brendon told you, but you don’t hear him.

You want Brendon.

“Breh,” You try, feeling your eyes well up. Brendon immediately places himself in view.

“I’m right here baby,” he replies. It takes a moment for your eyes to catch up to the new object in your field of vision. Now you can hear. You never realized you couldn’t hear in the first place, but now you could hear again. You look at the person above you intently.

Brendon knows he has your attention now.

“It’s Brendon, Y/n,” he sang. That voice. That face. It’s Brendon.

“Bren,” You call to him, your voice cracking. His heart ached when he heard the pain in your voice.

“Shhh, no, it’s okay,” Brendon said quickly to calm you. He got closer to you now that you were oriented and cautiously took your cheek in his hand. “I’m right here, everything is okay.”

“I so tired…” you mumbled, “What…”

“You had a seizure,” Brendon said, “but you’re okay now.”

"Where…” you wondered.

“We’re in an ambulance baby,” he told you.

You look at him with a look of betrayal. You didn’t feel anger, just exhaustion and sadness. All you knew was that you didn’t want to be there and that you felt like shit.

“I don’t want,” you shook your head and cried a tear.

“I know baby, I know,” Brendon apologized as he stroked your cheek, “but you were really sick and your seizure was a little long, alright? I needed to make sure you were okay.”

Brendon glanced up to see Emma paying close attention. They had no idea if you’d recognize her or not.

“Y/n, do you remember Emma?” He asks you as he gestures to her.

Your eyes follow his point and you see a the girl sitting on your other side. She has blue hands–no, it’s gloves–and is in a uniform. At first you’re a little scared, but then she speaks to you.

“Hi Y/n,” she greets you quietly.

It’s that calming, feminine voice that reminds you and a smile brushes your cheek as things become clear.

“The grocery store,” you stated.

“Yes, from the grocery store,” Emma confirmed with a smile.

“Ambulance?” You asked, trying to remind yourself where you were, while simultaneously trying to figure out why Emma was there.

“Yep, we’re in an ambulance,” she said, “I know the last time we saw each other I worked at a grocery store, but now I’m a paramedic.”

You nodded, adjusting your memory accordingly.

“Tired,” You looked at her.

“That’s normal,” Emma reassured you, “I gave you some medication to stop your seizure. It’s supposed to make you sleepy, that’s okay.”

You remain calm for the rest of the ride and are promptly rolled into a room when you arrive at the hospital, where Emma says goodbye and hands your care over to the doctor and nurses. To be honest, it made you a little anxious to have her go. You trusted her. But the new medical team was nice, and they ask questions, to both you and to Brendon. They kept the situation light, but the length and condition of your seizure were alarming.

Once they had you stabilized with labs drawn and some new medication in, Brendon sat next to your bed. It was quiet, for an ER, the noise mostly just beeping from your own monitor and the blood pressure cuff self-inflating periodically.

“How are you feeling baby?” Brendon asked.

“I’m okay,” you replied with a small shrug, “Pretty shitty.” Your expression became a little more mischievous, “Pretty drugged though too, so…”

“Nice,” Brendon replied.

“You go have fun with your prescription weed,” you poked, “But I got that good-good.”

The seizure-drunk lives on.

He laughs and thinks you are the most adorably hilarious little human on the planet.

“Why don’t I find some Law and Order to put on and you can relax,” He offered, “Maybe get some sleep.”

You nodded and he got the remote from beside you, flipping through the channels. You get a bit more comfortable and reach a hand out to him. He places a light kiss before taking it.

“I love you,” You mumbled.

“I love you too,” He replied.

A/N: That’s all for now! What is wrong with the reader? Is she going to be okay? Stick around to find out. Everyone I heard from wanted this poor reader to suffer, so hopefully this fulfills your wishes. Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it!

Ps. Sup Emma! I couldn’t resist writing her into this… and maybe the next chapter… ;)

Pss. It’s 100% true that every time I wake up from a seizure, I think the EMTs that are wearing gloves just literally have blue hands (or purple or whatever color the rubber gloves are). It’s kind of become a joke among my friends how I always think the EMTs are “the blue handed aliens” :)

ask-icyheart-and-friends  asked:

Wait isn't revoking net neutrality technically unconstitutional? Because it's censoring people on the Internet thus preventing free speech. So wouldn't it be a violation of the first amendment?

It is a violation of the first amendment. 

But America also violated the 4th amendment: protection from unreasonable searches and seizures.

And the 5th: protect to rights, liberty and property. 

In fact it seems the only amendment that is prized and protected is the 2nd amendment: right to bear arms. And even then people abuse the rule by over doing themselves with so many weapons, that in other countries they’d be considered terrorists. 

And I think the fact the founding fathers didn’t predict the internet is a good enough excuse for those in power (those who aren’t as dependent on the internet as much as younger generations) to take away the freedom to freely communicate with others via a electronic network. Net neutrality was introduced by Obama, and Obama has been in power of 8 years; technology has advanced so much in that time and the majority of the younger population on this planet has grown up with net neutrality. But those in the White House are not young; they’ve lived nearly whole lives without the internet. So they don’t understand how reliant the world has become of the internet, so the only thing they’re focusing on is what makes the most money.

Obviously they’re wrong, but they’re the ones in power. We can’t do shit at the moment.

I think things would be a lot better if there were more young people in government, keeping everything up to date with decisions made more accurately to the people’s needs. But unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be the case. From what I’ve seen, not only in America, but here in UK, you can’t be a powerful politician unless you’re over 35, white, male, and have a lot of money (In UK most of the parliament are Etonians, so they came from very very rich families.) 

I wish it could change though. I wish more younger people would see the injustices going on in their government and be encouraged to get into politics to fight for a fairer society. I wish more younger people could get themselves into government with their more up-to-date views and common stances being properly heard and considered. I wish people realised that money doesn’t make the world go around and that everything works well because of its necessity, not how much money it makes. I wish untruthful politicians got bigger punishments for lying, or got fired for gaining support on a policy they knew they would never complete. 


But that’s just how I see it. Others can see it differently. Another way I see things, that I KNOW loads of people are going to disagree with (and that’s fine), is that fighting for freedom has now become a losing battle. 

The issue being that now ‘freedom’ has become tarnished as an excuse to hurt people. Extremists use ‘the freedom of speech’ to be cruel and dangerous to other people. We’ve always viewed freedom as an all good thing, but when you consider freedom also can refer to the freedom to kill, freedom to hurt, freedom to silence, freedom to destroy… it doesn’t sound very good anymore. Too much freedom makes us, a very high population of naturally destructive creatures, very dangerous. So now when the good people demand freedom for all, and then are questioned whether killers, rapists, fascists and pedophiles deserve freedom too, everyone hesitates. Back to square one. 

It’s hard to fight for freedom because the celebrations seem only temporary now… But what about fairness? Fighting for fairness seems to be an easier battle, because when things are made fair, they’re kept fair for a very long time, just as we’ve seen for net neutrality. It was a fair policy and it’s been protected for nearly a decade. 

If we want to get far in our fights for a better society, we need to start fighting for fairness more than freedom. Fairness is based on qualia (moral) not the quanta (logic). Fairness makes sure the good are rewarded and the bad are punished. It gives the evil no excuses to hide, and help the good succeed. Why? Because it’s fair. 

Again, that’s just my opinion. 

But I may as well say it now, since we all could be silenced in less than a month. 

amayzing-mayzie  asked:

cAn we imagine tom studying with you?? like?? every time you get a question right he kissed your nose and hOOOOOOLY crpa i want a tom

ok but like this is all I can think about bc i’m currently studying for my criminal justice midterm… 

  • you’d be like so tired of studying, very exhausted and stressed, and tom would come home to you sat on the ground in front of the couch with a bunch of papers surrounding you
    • “hey, darling, how’s the studying going?” 
  • he comes and sits behind you on the couch, he places his hands on your shoulders and massages them softly.
    • not good, I can’t get any of this right. i’m screwed, no i’m doomed, I better just drop out now, live life on the streets.”
  • you dramatically lean your head back, resting it on the couch in between tom’s thighs. he laughs and kisses your forehead. 
  • you lean forward and look back at your notes, groaning at all of the information you have to memorize.
    • “want me to help you study, darling? I can quiz y’.” 
  • he gives you a cheeky smile and you just about melt.
  • you nod and he jumps off of the couch to sit in front of you
  • he grabs all of your notes and looks at your study guide
    • “let’s do a game, every question you get right, you get a reward, and the reward gets better when the questions get harder okay?”
    • “okay.”
  • but he’d ponder over the questions as if he knows the answers but he’s literally so clueless
    • “ready, babe?”
    • as i’ll ever be.” 
    • “okay… let’s see… we’ll start off easy… state at least two clauses from the fourth amendment.” 
  • he looks at you with the goofy smile as you think 
  • you close your eyes to concentrate and you bite on your lip and tom is just so !!! bc he’s so in love??? like he thinks you look so cute while you’re trying to think.
    • “a person has the right to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects against unreasonable searches and seizures… and no warrant shall be granted without probable cause?”
    • ”good job, darlin’.”
  • he leans forward and kisses your nose softly
  • he giggles and sits back, looking at your study guide
    • “okay this one’s a little harder, what is the exclusionary rule?”
    • “rule that helps regulate how evidence is collected, it cannot violate the constitution.”
  • he smiles and nods, leaning forward, pressing a short kiss to your lips
  • so he’d just keep asking you questions and you keep getting them right
  • he’d kiss you longer each time you got something right.
    • “okay last question, describe a preliminary hearing.”
  • he smiles bc he knows you know this so well
  • you give him a detailed description of how the hearing works and what is involved and his grin is literally so wide. 
  • you finish talking and he pushes all your papers to the side and sits next to you
  • he’s just grab your face and press his lips to yours and slip his tongue between your lips
  • you’d tug on his hair and he’d 100% moan like let’s face it, it would happen
  • you’re breathless when you pull away and he just smiles again.
    • “good job, darling, I think you’re ready.” 

I was not expecting me to get this carried away with this but I was inspired bc I just want tom to help me study???

Roosevelt's January 11, 1944 message to the US Congress on the State of the Union

It is our duty now to begin to lay the plans and determine the strategy for the winning of a lasting peace and the establishment of an American standard of living higher than ever before known. We cannot be content, no matter how high that general standard of living may be, if some fraction of our people—whether it be one-third or one-fifth or one-tenth—is ill-fed, ill-clothed, ill-housed, and insecure.

This Republic had its beginning, and grew to its present strength, under the protection of certain inalienable political rights—among them the right of free speech, free press, free worship, trial by jury, freedom from unreasonable searches and seizures. They were our rights to life and liberty.

As our nation has grown in size and stature, however—as our industrial economy expanded—these political rights proved inadequate to assure us equality in the pursuit of happiness.

We have come to a clear realization of the fact that true individual freedom cannot exist without economic security and independence. “Necessitous men are not free men.” People who are hungry and out of a job are the stuff of which dictatorships are made.

In our day these economic truths have become accepted as self-evident. We have accepted, so to speak, a second Bill of Rights under which a new basis of security and prosperity can be established for all—regardless of station, race, or creed.

Among these are:

The right to a useful and remunerative job in the industries or shops or farms or mines of the nation;
The right to earn enough to provide adequate food and clothing and recreation;
The right of every farmer to raise and sell his products at a return which will give him and his family a decent living;
The right of every businessman, large and small, to trade in an atmosphere of freedom from unfair competition and domination by monopolies at home or abroad;
The right of every family to a decent home;
The right to adequate medical care and the opportunity to achieve and enjoy good health;
The right to adequate protection from the economic fears of old age, sickness, accident, and unemployment;
The right to a good education.
All of these rights spell security. And after this war is won we must be prepared to move forward, in the implementation of these rights, to new goals of human happiness and well-being.

America’s own rightful place in the world depends in large part upon how fully these and similar rights have been carried into practice for all our citizens. For unless there is security here at home there cannot be lasting peace in the world.

Theo Raeken x reader (part two)

words: 1718

request: “CAN YOU PLEASE DO A PART 2 TO THE "is that my shirt?” WITH THEO"

“Part 2 to wearing theos shirt? please”

prompt(s): nada

warnings: is jealous!theo a warning? because thats really all it is // implied smut whoops // this has a really bad ending?

[…]

That incident was a few weeks ago. After Theo had left, Scott came over in no time with Stiles at his side with a bat in his hand. If Theo had left any later, he would have had a bat-shaped indent in his cranium no doubt.

The two boys had done a full search and seizure of your house as soon as they arrived. You were lucky that minutes prior you had decided to throw the shirt– that belonged to Theo you were previously wearing –In the depths of your dirty hamper. You had changed into different clothes afterward.

It had taken almost an hour of convincing, but Scott and Stiles finally took your word for it that Theo had been pulling their strings and he had never actually gone over to your house in the first place. Even though the Stilinski boy was convinced that he erased your memory, or forced you to lie for your own well-being, he soon left with his best friend by his side.

So, for the past few weeks, you and Theo have been sneaking around– no, sneaking around was for friends with benefits. People just having sex. But your relationship wasn’t like that, because you really liked and cared for each other.

He had taken you on dates. Whether they were out of town, due to the population of supernatural beings that hate him, or in his truck eating gross junk food, or just simply inside your house watching movies, you loved them. And you loved the effort he put into each one.

Even though you had to come up with a cover up story to tell Stiles, or text Scott, it was always worth it.

It was still hard to believe that Theo Raeken, the bad boy, the popular boy, the boy that you’ve had a crush on for God knows how long, liked you back just as much.

He really made you feel happy.

And that’s why keeping your relationship was a struggle. From the pack, from your parents, from anyone.

So, along the way, you turned it into a little game for yourself. You knew how possessive and jealous Theo could get, and you used it to your own advantage.

You and Theo couldn’t hang out around school, unless it was in an empty classroom or janitors closet. But, you did see him in the hallways, mostly because your lockers were close to each other, and because he just wanted to see you. He’d be watching sometimes, just to admire.

Now, you were st your locker, and you knew he was watching. But Stiles was at your side, and you were talking to him. It didn’t take some supernatural creature to feel that Theo was angry and jealous.

He watched as you two laughed, he listened to the words shared. Stiles was flirting shamelessly (though stumbling over his words like Stiles does), and it looked like you didn’t care in the slightest.

You were thinking about Theo, though. You were thinking of the outcome of your actions later, and your smile grew as your heart sped up. He could hear it, too.

The warning bell rang, and you bid Stiles a goodbye as he walked off. You watched him at first, though your eyes wandered over to Theo, who was glaring at the boy as he turned the corner. You smirked triumphantly as you shut your locker, walking the opposite way.

Lunch rolled around, and you sat at your usual table with your friends by your side. Liam (who had decided to skip class) and Malia were across from you while Scott was in the lunch line, and Stiles and Lydia were at your left and right.

Theo was across the room, once again, watching as you spoke and laughed along with the Stilinski boy as if it meant nothing. But it truly meant everything to him that you looked so happy with Stiles at your side instead of him. He was so unbelievably jealous because of it.

Stiles touched your hand. And you knew that was where you had to dry the line, so you subtly reeled it back as he continued to tell his story of freshman year, with Scott (no surprise there).

Immediately after, someone’s footsteps became evident behind you, and soon there was a presence towering over you. Everyone looked up, anger or annoyance etched into their faces.

You turned around as well, and seeing the face of your boyfriend, your heart sped up. You smirked and raised your eyebrows, “Hey, Theo. Whatcha doing?”

“I need to talk to you,” He said, glaring at Stiles as he spoke. Only causing the boy to grip onto your wrist, leaning back into the table slowly as if it would cause you to lean back as well.

Liam moved forward, across the table and his hands held him up, “We were talking to her.”

Turning around, you shook your head. You began to whisper, “Liam, it’s fine. I think I can handle a one on one conversation.”

He whispered back, “I can hear your heartbeat, y/n. You’re just as scared of him as we are.” The young wolf wasn’t the best at the art of being able to identify which chemo sigmas were which yet. You were glad.

You shook your head with a small smile, “I’ll be fine, Liam. No worries.” You slipped out of Stiles’ grip and stood up, looking towards the chimera. You put on your best facade and crossed your arms defensively, “What do you want to talk about?”

Theo looks over at the table, then at you, “Something that requires somewhere more private.”

“Fine.”

He took your hand and dragged you out of the cafeteria, and you did your best to look unaffected by his touch. But it was Theo Raeken, and that was merely impossible.

Once you were out of sight of your friends, or anyone else, for that matter, you began to laugh. You even let out a small laugh as he dragged you off towards his locker, he pushed you up against it. “What’s up, Theo?”

He frowned, his hands wrapping around your waist, “I don’t like you with Stiles. At all.”

“It’s just Stiles.”

He kissed your jawline, mumbling, “And Stiles has a very big crush on you.” He traveled down to your neck, sucking harshly, “And he needs to know you’re not available.”

When he pulled away, a large, purple hickey was taking place from where his lips were. It wasn’t long before he attached his lips to yours, and your arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss began to get more heated, as hot electricity sparked between the two of you. Your hands raked through his hair, before someone interrupted you.

“Hey, you two!”

You and Theo looked over, fearful that it was a member of your pack, but you out collective sighs of relief when you realized it was just Coach.

He continued, “Get off each other! You look like you’re about to have sex in the middle of the hallway. And I don’t have any rubbers!”

The two of you pushed apart, and you straightened your shirt out while clearing your throat awkwardly, your boyfriend fixed his jacket while smirking proudly.

Finstock nodded and began to walk in the direction he was originally going. He took a second peak around the corner, after he walked away, thinking the two of you would get right back to it when he left, but you didn’t.

When he actually left, you turned to Theo, “I hate you.”

Theo smiled, “No, you don’t. At least, that’s not what you were saying last night.”

You laughed, the two of you beginning to walk towards the lunch room again, “Stop making those jokes!” He smiled as well.

You recollected yourself, Theo did as well, before entering the cafeteria. He lead the way, though parting from you as he made his way to his regular table and you made your way to yours.

You slid in your seat, a hand immediately reaching up and clasping the part of your neck that your boyfriend had left a hickey on. It was a little bit of an awkward stance, but as long as you were covering it, you didn’t care.

Liam leaned forward instantly, “What did he want?”

Pulling an uninterested expression, you shrugged, “The answers for Chemistry. He forgot to do it.”

Liam could hear your heartbeat. But since the moment you walked in it had been thumping quicker than normal, so he just assumed that the situation involving you being along with Theo, scared you a great deal.

“Really? The answers for chemistry?” Stiles butted in with a raised eyebrow. “He could have asked anybody else.”

“Yeah, well, in case you haven’t noticed, he isn’t the most likable person.” You glanced up from your lunch tray to see Theo already looking your way. You held back a smile, biting the inside of your cheeks in attempt, your eyes darting back down to the gross lunch food.

“But he could’ve!”

“Okay, it makes a little bit of sense,” The Dunbar boy defended.

“How? How does it make any sense?”

“Maybe he’s just messing with us for asking y/n for the answers in chemistry, but she’s also pretty smart, so I can see why he would as her.”

The two boys argued continuously, Liam being the one to defend Theo’s actions and Stiles being the one that not finding a lick of it believable.

You smiled, your eyes dancing across the room once again and meeting your boyfriend’s. It was no doubt he was amused as the boy’s argued in front of you, about a lie you had just created.

Knowing your pack would go after him the moment you said you were in a relationship, you urged yourself to keep it a secret. You made up lies and schemes to keep it quiet, and you were glad it worked.

I know Coach isn’t really in season 5 but we can pretend okay

Search and Seizure Pt 1

A/N: In honor of getting over 100 followers. This fic is near and dear to my heart. I struggle with epilepsy. I decided to write an epileptic reader into one of my fics because it helps me process it. I hope that’s okay.

You were on your way back from your pharmacy run. You buy something innocuous as well, this time toothpaste, to disguise why you really went to the drug store–to refill your prescriptions. You head back to Brendon’s and knock on the door. He lets you in with a smile and a little kiss.

“Hey Y/n,” he says “Where’d you sneak off to?”
“Had to get toothpaste,” you reply.
“You know there was a full tube in the closet,” he says, feeling bad that you went out just to get it.
“Oh oops, I didn’t know,” you reply easily with a smile.
“Oh well, just one less thing to buy on the tour,” Brendon says happily, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him and go to your room, closing the door behind you.

You sorted your pills into each slot of your weekly box.

Three of these in the morning and night
One of those day and night too
One of that, but only at night
Two of the others, but only in the morning


Damn, you are one heavily medicated person. Whatever it takes to stay healthy, you guess it’s worth it. You had never been on tour before, and you were so excited. It was your last couple days of packing up before you leave. You were nervous though. Your epilepsy usually flared up when you don’t get enough sleep.

Brendon doesn’t even know you have seizures. He’s obviously noticed you take medication, but you’re discreet about it and he never asks. You don’t want him to treat you differently, or have him worry about you all the time. You’re sure he would overreact. You had been with Brendon for a year now, and your epilepsy had been so well controlled, you haven’t had a seizure in almost two years. It wasn’t really important for him to know. Until now. Who knew if your epilepsy would remain under control in such a new environment. You worry the craziness of touring might mess with it.

Once you begin the tour, all of your worries fade away. Every show Brendon performs is like pure magic and it keeps you going. And the celebration sex? Mind blowing. You are so proud of Brendon. You watch him from off stage pretty much every show, usually with Zach, and unabashedly jam out. Zach stands by while he silently judges you, but you occasionally force him to join in. He’s so tough looking, but he has a soft spot for you.

It’s two weeks into the tour and you’re getting exhausted. One night, you’re less enthusiastic than usual back stage during the show. Zach nudges you with his elbow.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, yeah,” you brush it off as convincingly as possible, “just tired.”

The show ends and you make your way back to the bus. You climb into the bunk after putting on some pjs and you feel Brendon join you. He wraps an arm around you. You turn over to face him and he strokes your arm.

“Hey babe,” he says, “how are you feeling? You seem like you’re draggin.”

Zach totally told on you. Damn him.

“I’m fine,” you reply cooly, “not everyone is used to touring the whole goddamn world, ya know?” You laugh.

Brendon smiles and kisses you gently. “As long as you’re okay…” Brendon trails off.

“Yes,” you reply confidently, “and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” He leans in and kisses you again. His face then becomes serious.

“Get some sleep.” He starts to move from the bunk but you grab his arm. He looks back at you surprised.

“Don’t go,” you say, and he looks concerned. “I’ll get lonely,” you added with a smile, covering up your anxiety. He seemed convinced that it was the only reason you wanted him to stay. Truthfully, it was because you’re scared. What if something happened? What if you had a seizure in your sleep and choked on your vomit and you never woke up?

Brendon stripped down to his boxers, tossing his clothes out from behind the curtain of the bunk. You cuddle up next to him and fall asleep nearly instantly.

You wake up the next morning and the bed is empty. You sit up quickly, but you hear Brendon’s voice coming from the tiny kitchen talking to Dallon, and you calm down. You stretch and roll out of bed, padding into the kitchen area. Brendon is manning a pan on the stove top. His eyes light up as you enter.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Brendon greets you.

“Well hi there, sleeping beauty!” Zach joked.

“What time is it?” You ask as you lean into Brendon’s chest and he kisses you on the top of your head.

“Eleven,” Dallon replies.

Your eyes grow wide. “Gees why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I wanted you to get some extra sleep,” Brendon says, rubbing your back. You nod gratefully and step away, sliding into the booth next to Dallon. Dallon puts an arm around you.

“Want to eat? We’re making pancakes,” Dallon announced.

“Yeah, sure,” you reply happily. The door to the bus swung open and Kenny and Dan climbed up. They both sat down on the couch.

Pancakes were served up soon after. The boys start talking about the set list for their show tonight. Dallon lists off the songs on his fingers, everyone nodding as he went. As soon as he mentioned Sins there was a collective groan, especially from Brendon. You smirked.

“Oh come on guys, do it for the fans!” You coach.

“Fine,” Brendon pouts. The conversation continued.

“We could close out with Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time,” Dallon suggested.

“I kind of li–” you started, but didn’t finish.

Everyone’s attention was on you, but you said nothing. A blank stare took over your face.

“Y/n?” Brendon asked you. You don’t respond at all. The boys are unsure what to think, but worry consumes Brendon. “Y/n?” He called loudly, leaning over the table to shake your shoulder. After some delay, you speak,

“–ike when you close out victorious, though.”

You see everyone staring at you with the strangest expression. Gees, was closing with Victorious that bizarre of an idea? You realize Brendon is touching your arm. When did that happen?

“Y/n,” Brendon says, confused, “Are you okay?”

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Can US Customs and Border officials search your phone?

Recent detentions and seizures of phones and other material from travelers to the United States have sparked alarm. Below, ProPublica details what powers US Customs and Border Protection officials have over you and your devices.

A NASA scientist heading home to the US said he was detained in January at a Houston airport, where US Customs and Border Protection (CBP) officers pressured him for access to his work phone and its potentially sensitive contents. Last month, CBP agents checked the identification of passengers leaving a domestic flight at New York’s John F. Kennedy Airport during a search for an immigrant with a deportation order. And in October, border agents seized phones and other work-related material from a Canadian photojournalist. They blocked him from entering the US after he refused to unlock the phones, citing his obligation to protect his sources. These and other recent incidents have revived confusion and alarm over what powers border officials actually have and, perhaps more importantly, how to know when they are overstepping their authority.

The unsettling fact is that border officials have long had broad powers — many people just don’t know about them. Border officials, for instance, have search powers that extend 100 air miles inland from any external boundary of the US. That means border agents can stop and question people at fixed checkpoints dozens of miles from US borders. They can also pull over motorists whom they suspect of a crime as part of “roving” border patrol operations.

Sowing even more uneasiness, ambiguity around the agency’s search powers — especially over electronic devices — has persisted for years as courts nationwide address legal challenges raised by travelers, privacy advocates and civil-rights groups. We dug out answers about the current state-of-play when it comes to border searches, along with links to more detailed resources (below).

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THE BILL OF RIGHTS, EFFECTIVE DECEMBER 15, 1791

Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.

Amendment II

A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

Amendment III

No soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.

Amendment IV

The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

Amendment V

No person shall be held to answer for a capital, or otherwise infamous crime, unless on a presentment or indictment of a grand jury, except in cases arising in the land or naval forces, or in the militia, when in actual service in time of war or public danger; nor shall any person be subject for the same offense to be twice put in jeopardy of life or limb; nor shall be compelled in any criminal case to be a witness against himself, nor be deprived of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor shall private property be taken for public use, without just compensation.

Amendment VI

In all criminal prosecutions, the accused shall enjoy the right to a speedy and public trial, by an impartial jury of the state and district wherein the crime shall have been committed, which district shall have been previously ascertained by law, and to be informed of the nature and cause of the accusation; to be confronted with the witnesses against him; to have compulsory process for obtaining witnesses in his favor, and to have the assistance of counsel for his defense.

Amendment VII

In suits at common law, where the value in controversy shall exceed twenty dollars, the right of trial by jury shall be preserved, and no fact tried by a jury, shall be otherwise reexamined in any court of the United States, than according to the rules of the common law.

Amendment VIII

Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.

Amendment IX

The enumeration in the Constitution, of certain rights, shall not be construed to deny or disparage others retained by the people.

Amendment X

The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively, or to the people.

Search and Seizure pt 2

A/N: Okay, here is the second and final installation of Search and Seizure! Let me know if you like it :)

@mrs-moose-winchester

Tw: a little blood

You wake up the next morning sore as hell. The way your muscles tense up during your seizures always does that. You roll over and see Brendon playing around on his phone.

“Hey baby,” he greets you, putting his phone down and pushing your crazy morning hair from your face.

“Hi,” you reply with a small smile.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“I’m okay. Sore,” you reply honestly.

“Do you want to have something to eat?” He asked and you nod. “The boys got you IHOP.”

Your face sinks as he mentioned the boys. Brendon knows exactly what you’re thinking.

“You don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want,” he offers, “I can let them know you’re not quite ready yet.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” You’ve had the ‘epilepsy infomercial’ conversation plenty of times back when your epilepsy was bad. You’ve gotten every question people could possibly ask so at this point, nothing really phased you.

You roll out of bed and wash your face, which was essentially caked in dried tears and snot. Cute. You came out and Brendon had heated up your breakfast. The boys were scattered about the bus. They all looked at you and smiled and said good morning. Brendon had obviously told them to play it cool. You are grateful.

“Hey y/n,” Zach says, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, thanks,” you reply. Brendon slides next to you in the booth and places a hand on your thigh.

“We brought you back eggs and a cheesecake waffle,” Dallon said as you cracked open the styrofoam lid.

They knew those were your absolute favorite. You suddenly felt a little emotional.

“Thank you,” you said, and paused. “Thank you for everything guys,” you added sincerely, looking at each of them.

“Of course,” Kenny said.

“I’m sorry about last night,” you say, “I should have told you guys.”

“No, no,” Dallon shook his head, “you have nothing to apologize for.”

“Yeah, Y/n,” Dan added “It’s okay.”

“We’re just glad you’re alright,” Kenny said and they all nodded in agreement.

“We weren’t sure what to do. Is there something we should do if it happens again?” Zach asked, ever focused on your safety.

“Um yeah, I’ll explain it to you guys,” you gestured for them to come over. They all sat around the table.

You give them the low down.

You explain how there are different types of seizures, not just the dramatic kind you see on tv. You point out that your “zoning out” episode from yesterday morning was actually a small seizure. You tell them about what medications you are on and how much. Zach literally takes notes.

You let them know that you have a particular feeling before you have a seizure that’s kind of hard to explain, but it feels sort of like a gagging sensation while one of your arms gets numb. It’s a good thing though, because it gives you time to lie down and get help. Some people with epilepsy has this kind of warning, others don’t. You get disoriented and uncoordinated at that point and will probably say weird and embarrassing things, sort of like being drunk.

You tell them about what is typical of your seizures: not breathing, biting your tongue or lip to the point where you bleed from your mouth, and being really scared and agitated when you are waking up. Plus, throwing up, peeing yourself and all those fun, involuntary bodily functions that embarrass you to no end are also normal.

You then tell them what isn’t normal: lasting longer than five minutes, if you fall and injure yourself, or having two seizures without coming to in between. Those are when you need to call 911. Aside from those complications, they really don’t need to call.

“So we don’t need to call 911 if none of that happens?” Zach asks.

“Yeah, if nothing is out of the ordinary, then you really don’t need them,” you reply.

Then you explain to them what they should do. Don’t put anything in your mouth, try to keep you on your side, but under no circumstances should they hold you down. They can pad your head, just like Brendon did last night or with a sweatshirt or whatever. Make sure you don’t hit anything around you, like how Dan moved the chair away from you.

“Other than that, you can time it because it’s good to know how long it is,” you say. “The first aid is all very hands off. You kind of have to let it run its course. The waking up part is the hardest thing to help with, I think.”

“How so?” Dallon asks.

“I’m just so confused that it’s difficult to get me to calm down. I really can’t hear anything,” You say, thinking about it for a moment. You continue on, “I also have a fight or flight reaction kind of thing, so I will try to get away or take a swing at you. I’m just really scared and it’s hard to help me through it. I don’t really remember what happens during that time, but I can remember how I felt, if that makes sense. Like, I can remember feeling scared and panicked, but I don’t remember what actually happened. ”

Everyone was listening intently, truly wanting to understand everything as best as they could. They cared about you so much. You are so lucky to have them.

“I guess the best thing is to just give me space and keep talking to me until I respond to you. Once I know who is around, then I’ll probably want to be touched and stuff. It makes me feel safer. More… grounded.”

They were all nodding.

“Being on tour and depriving myself of sleep is definitely a trigger for me, so I need to be more careful. But, I don’t want you to helicopter parent me right now. When I am actually having a seizure, I do need you to talk to me on a child-like level, but aside from that, I’m still the same person I was before last night,” you say. “I will be more forthcoming if I’m not feeling well, so you guys don’t have to constantly be checking in on me like I’m a little kid. I don’t want to be treated like I’m sick or weak. It really hurts my feelings.”

“Of course, Y/n,” Dallon responds.

“And you’ll tell us? if you’re having one of those feelings?” Zach confirms.

“Yes,” You reply confidently.

The boys all reiterate how much they love and support you. They tell you that you are so strong. You think to yourself how it doesn’t feel that way at all, but you suppose there may be some truth to it.

The next few days are actually kind of nice. Brendon checks in on you in an appropriate manner–not too often, and not too annoyingly. You feel closer than ever to him. You never realized how much you were distancing yourself from him by keeping your epilepsy a secret until the truth finally came out. It feels like now you know Brendon loves you for all that you are, no exceptions.

A week had gone by with no problems. You come up with a routine of napping during the day and it makes all the difference. You’re starting to get tired again though, after a couple late nights in a row. The boys were getting ready for a meet and greet and you decided to hang back at the bus.

“Are you sure?” Brendon asks. You nod. “And you feel okay?” he inquires.

“Yeah, I feel fine, I’m just really tired,” you say honestly. He smiles softly.

“You took your medication today, right?” He asks. You give him an annoyed smirk.

“Yes Mom,” You roll your eyes jokingly. He chuckled.

“Okay baby, I love you.” He kisses your forehead.

The boys all wave you goodbye and you curl up on the couch.

You wake suddenly. How long had you been asleep for? You feel your stomach roll over. Oh shit.

You sit up and no one’s around. Your arm becomes numb.

“No, no, no, no, no,” you whisper aloud to yourself, digging in between the couch cushions to find your phone. You try to unlock it but you end up awkwardly fumbling with it, your arm becoming harder to use. You finally get it and pull up Zach’s number. Brendon doesn’t keep his phone on him at meet and greets. You decide to lay down on the floor, so you can’t fall off the couch. Your eyes are welling up with tears.

It rings twice and then your hear Zach’s voice.

“Hey Y/n, is everything okay?”

You don’t know what to say and you let out a shaky breath onto the receiver, whimpering a bit. Zach’s tone immediately changes, speaking to you like a child and you can hear him start to move.

“Y/n,” he calls to you calmly “Can you talk to me honey?”

“I dun’t feel good,” Your high pitched voice slurs, regressing into a five year old.

“Okay Y/n,” Zach soothes as you can hear him walking briskly, “Are you on the bus?”

“I thinks oh,” you reply, becoming confused. Everything around you seemed strange. “Bren’on?” you say into the phone as your fear mounts.

“It’s Zach, Y/n,” he responds. You hear Zach hurriedly getting Brendon, We gotta go, it’s Y/n.

Bren?” you ask, already forgetting who you were on the phone with.

“It’s Zach, honey,” He reminds you, “Here’s Brendon, okay?”

“Y/n?” You hear Brendon’s sweet voice.

“Bren, I dun’t feel glood,” You repeat, slurring and starting to cry.

“I know baby, I’m coming, okay?” He replies calmly with his voice bouncing. You can tell he is running.

“Scared,” you squeak.

“I know Y/n, just keep talking to me,” He directed, “I’m right here.”

The concept of his voice coming through the phone was suddenly confusing. He wasn’t there with you… But you could hear him talking to you… How? You don’t understand.

“I don’–” You stutter becoming more upset, “What is… Wheh…” You trail off.

“Y/n, you’re okay, you’re just a little confused,” Brendon explained, “But I’m almost there, alright?” You nod, not realizing that obviously he can’t hear your visual reply. “Can you keep talking to me?”

“Bren, dun’t feel good,” you say again, the tone of your voice thinning.

“I know baby, I know, I’m coming to take care of you,” He replies.

Suddenly you are rolling over to vomit. Brendon feels completely helpless, unable to do anything.

She’s throwing up, he quickly fills Zach in on what he’s hearing.

“Roll on your side, baby, roll on your side,” He directs you, remembering that was important. “It’s alright, Y/n, it’s okay,” Brendon says, “We’re almost there, okay?”

He and Zach burst out of the venue’s exit and start down the parking lot to the bus.

“Ok,” You say tired, your voice barely recognizable.

You hear the door swing open and feel the bus shake a bit as two people enter. Brendon and Zach are then kneeling down beside you, out of breath. They are glad to see that you are, indeed, on your side. Zach puts something soft under your head and Brendon runs a hand through your hair.

“It’s okay baby, I’m right here,” You hear him say, a bit muffled. And that was the last thing you remember. You begin to seize.

“You timing?” Brendon double checks with Zach.

“Yep,” he replies.

“You’re okay, Y/n,” Brendon coos quietly, fully aware that you can’t hear him. He doesn’t care. Doing something is better than doing nothing. “Shhh, you’re doing so good baby. We’re right here.”

Brendon is still stroking your hair, keeping it away from the vomit next to you. Zach keeps one hand on your hip like last time, to keep you on your side, while he holds his phone with the timer in the other. He also speaks quiet words of reassurance to you.

Blood tinged spit starts to dribble out the side of your mouth.

“Oop–” Zach notices and he grabs a hand towel, passing it off to Brendon, who wipes the fluid away.

“Okay, baby, we got you,” Brendon says. He leaves the towel on the floor, covering your throw up. He goes back to soothing you.

Your movements begin to slow down and come to a stop.

“Good, there you go Y/n,” Brendon whispered in relief, “There you go.”

Zach stops the timer. “One thirty eight,” he announces quietly.

Short and sweet.

Zach and Brendon decided to back away from you a bit. Brendon talks to you quietly when he see your eyes begin to move around.

“Hi Y/n,” He begins, “You’re alright. It’s just Brendon and Zach here, okay? You’re on the bus.”

He makes sure to put himself in your line of vision while still giving you space. Your eyes are still wandering around, not particularly focusing on anything. You clearly don’t know what’s going on yet, but Brendon just continues to try, knowing that eventually it will come through.

You become aware of the horrible taste in your mouth. You felt the bitter twinge of vomit with a metallic finish. You scrunch your nose and open your mouth, chewing a bit. You draw your hand up to your mouth uncoordinatedly and wipe it, seeing blood smudged across your hand.

“It’s just some blood, Y/n,” Brendon stepped in sweetly, “You bit your lip a little, that’s all.” You couldn’t hear him.

You look past your hand and realize there is a figure– no, two figures– above you. You take a quick breath and draw your arms into your chest, wanting to get as far away from them as possible. A small whimper escaped from your lips. Their faces became clear, and a certain familiarity came over you. You glance around one more time, confirming that it was just them with you. You then go back to deciphering who they were. One of their mouths begins to move and you focus on it.

“It’s Brendon and Zach, Y/n,” Brendon tries.

You hear the tail end of his sentence, just your name. Everything clicked and you saw it was Brendon.

“Bren?” You ask with a small, tired voice. He smiled a bit.

“Yeah baby, it’s me,” he replied gently, “It’s me and Zach okay? We’re on the bus. You had a little seizure, but you’re okay now.”

You looked at the other figure and confirmed it was Zach, then looked beyond them and saw the bus surrounding you. You nodded slowly. You wipe your mouth again.

“I’m bleeding,” you say absentmindedly, not alarmed.

“You bit your lip a little,” Zach nodded.

You slowly propped yourself up on your elbows. Brendon and Zach both moved in and spotted you, not wanting to touch you just yet. You’re thinking hard, processing what is going on. The last thing you remember was being alone and scared. You look to Brendon again.

“Bren,” you say, realizing you are obviously not alone, “You’re here.”

“Yes I’m here Y/n,” Brendon replied with a small smile. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he added with a little smirk.

A smile tugged at your cheek. You push yourself all the way up to sitting and Brendon and Zach’s hands again hover next to you in case you became unstable. Brendon slowly sets his hand on your shoulder and slides a little closer.

“Okay?” He asked

You nod. You reach out to him with grabby hands, like a child wanting to be picked up. He smiles softly and slides closer to you. He pulls you into his lap, knowing that helped you a lot last time. You grab a handful of his t shirt and nuzzle into his chest. He smells like… like Brendon. You sigh a bit.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you.

“I love you,” you say, with your eyes closing.

“I love you too, Y/n,” he replies sweetly, stroking you arm. The sensation feels clear. Your eyes fly open.

“And you Zach!” You add, feeling bad for leaving him out. They both laugh. You’re obviously still a bit seizure drunk and you’re being very adorable.

“I know, I love you too honey,” he grins.

A small frown takes over your face as your awareness of your body returns.

“It hurts,” you furrow your brow.

“What does baby?” Brendon asks, looking down at you and cocking his head in concern.

“My mouth,” you reply. You wipe your mouth again and see blood on your hand. You look at it curiously. The acid from your throw up makes the cut sting.

“You bit your lip baby, that’s all,” Brendon reminds you.

“Oh. Okay,” you nod, finally understanding.

“Do you want to swish with some water?” Zach offers. You nod. He pulls a water bottle from the fridge and a cup. He unscrews the cap and hands it to you. You are still a little uncoordinated and Brendon supports the bottom of the bottle to keep it steady. You swish the water around and spit in the cup Zach holds out to you.

“Ewww,” you say innocently. You have them both laughing again. It felt good to get the burning acid off of your cut.

“Do you want to get off the floor?” Brendon asks, “Lay on the couch?”

You nod. Brendon picks you up and places you on the couch, sitting on the edge with you. He runs his thumb over you cheek and you smile, his gentle touch feeling so good.

“You did so good baby,” Brendon says.

“I’m a good little epileptic,” you say proudly with a toothy grin.

“Oh my god,” Brendon says with a chuckle, “you’re too much. Get some rest, okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh contently. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Brendon replied tenderly.

“Um, I LOVE YOU TOO!” Zach exclaimed, happy to ruin the moment. You all are laughing.

“You guys are too good to me,” You state.

“You deserve the absolute best, Y/n,” Brendon said, “Only the best.”

A/N: I hope you liked it! Believe it or not, people actually do say that I do a “good job” when I seize. It sounds weird but it’s true hahaha. I hope this wasn’t too “preachy/educational” and not fic-y enough. Please leave your thoughts too, I love your feedback. Like and reblog if you’re feelin’ it!