the neighborhood watch

Mom Deals With Local Traffic

When I was a wee thing, my parents moved out the the Highly dubious condo in East Palo Alto and into a relatively nice suburban neighborhood, into a house immediately across the street from my new elementary school.  Immediate, as in, less than 40 feet from the traffic circle.   Mom would wave at me from the driveway sometimes while I was in class.  This should have made getting me to and from school easy, but there was an issue:

I still had to cross the street, and because I was living in the over-caffeinated heart of silicon valley at the time, that meant dodging the local commuters barreling through the school zone at upwards of 40 miles per hour with no regard for the stop signs.

The flashing “School Zone” signs were ignored.  
The city refused to put in speed bumps or devote extra patrol cars.
One of my classmates grandmother’s volunteered as crossing guard, and some jackass in a BMW ran over her foot on the first day.

Now, mom declared as we drove Mrs. Manchez to the hospital her foot in a beer cooler full of ice, Would be a good time to take the law into my own hands.

So after dropping Mrs. Manchez off at the hospital, we drove to the thrift store, where my mom found a navy blazer, aviator sunglasses, a pilot’s cap and an old, clunky-looking hair dryer.  

The next morning, mom went out to the sidewalk in her new “uniform”, with the hair dryer and a legal pad so she could write down the grocery list.  Every time a car would come roaring down the road, Mom would look up, point the hairdryer at them, and, and write something down.  

I remember listening to brakes squeal all day the first time she tried it, Mercedes and BMWs screeching to a crawl as they passed the school, glaring at her.   By that afternoon, cars were creeping along at an over-cautious 10mph, and I was able to get home without taking my life into my hands.

After that, Mom went out “in uniform” every couple of days, because intermittent re-enforcement is what REALLY gets a change in behavior going, and point the hair dryer at anyone speeding through the school zone, usually while writing down grocery lists or short stories, or drawing unflattering caricatures of the other PTA moms.

Eventually, however, one of the cars that came through was a patrol car, and he slowly pulled to a halt in front of mom, glaring at her though his own reflective glasses.

She smiled an waved the hair dryer.  “Good afternoon!”

“…What’re you doing?”  he groaned, 3 in the afternoon entirely too early for this shit.

“Writin’ a grocery list.”  She beamed, and when that failed to satisfy him, she explained about the speeding problem and that if they couldn’t send a partol car out here to ticket people regularly, she figured that a hair dryer would be the next best thing.  Working like a charm so far.  They didn’t even notice the little airplanes on the Pilot’s hat.

The officer stared at her for a moment longer before his face broke out into a slow grin.  “Y’know, when we’re out of a car, we usually wear visibility vests.  So more people see you and your… Phaser.”

And that’s the story of how Mom and Officer Brown met and started the neighborhood watch program.

“Friendly Neighborhood Watch” | Young Sam x Reader | FLUFF

WARNINGS: suggestive, language

WORD COUNT: 6,485

DESCRIPTION: There are four days left of school before Graduation Day. It’s so goddamn obvious you and your childhood best friend Samuel Drake feel the same thing for each other… but you won’t say anything because you don’t want to risk your established friendship, and Sam doesn’t want to say anything because he can’t risk giving himself away. But when two people are a perfect match for each other, some things are bound to be revealed sooner or later.

This is technically Part 2 of “Trick of the Light”, but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this (regardless I’ll still leave the link to it below). I’m really pleased with how this one came out because it just makes my heart so happy like aw Sam :,)) It switches between Reader and Samuel so sorry if it’s kinda unclear as to whose POV you’re reading from haha *sweats intensely*

And I also wanna tag @le-ephemere @hyperionbabe @a-n-g-e-l-frommynightmare and @nataliarmnov because you guys are SO NICE and left such sweet comments on Part 1 ily please enjoy

Trick of the Light

Inspired by this song (Rather Be With You - Sinead Harnett)


The only reason why you were with Rafe Adler in the first place was because you were lonely.

Well, more like the one guy you were ever seriously in to never paid attention to you the way you wanted him to, and conveniently, Rafe Adler transferred to your shithole high school and you thought he’d be a lovely distraction.

Except that, despite getting together with Rafe, you still couldn’t get over your one true crush.

The boy next door, your childhood sweetheart, your best friend: Samuel Drake.

You remember precisely when you started crushing hard on that boy. You were in middle school, still in your semi-awkward tween stage, lost in the masses of equally confused prepubescent boys and girls trying to find their places in the social hierarchy. Sam was one of the popular kids; he and his little brother were both notorious for their mischievous methods of cutting class and their bright, cheeky grins. Always the one with extravagant (although mostly exaggerated) tales of adventures, it was expected for girls and boys to flock around Samuel Drake. His heady Bostonian voice and loopy grin managed to light up any room he walked into; Samuel Drake had this laid-back, passionate, and approachable dynamic.

And on top of that… it was almost painful how good-looking he was.

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Remember how when Vriska died she and John spent some time showing each other around their planets in dreambubbles? 

Ok, yeah, well imagine Dave and Karkat doing that. It would help them understand each other and go on some sort-of-dates that aren’t on the meteor. According to Vriska, it would be a really fun thing to do on a date. They go to sleep and meet each other in the bubbles. 

Dave can show Karkat around his old room, they can go up on the roof to his apartment and Dave can explain that sometimes this is where he would go to be alone and get away from Bro. He could show Karkat some earth things, maybe even take him to some places he remembers going to like a park or just around the neighborhood, they could watch the earth’s sunset together. 

Karkat can show Dave his hive, and show him how his lusus was, he can tell him all about Alternia and show him around, he can take Dave to all his favorite places even if he didn’t go out much, show him how to sleep in a recoopracoon even if Dave would totally object. He could show him firsthand how hard it was to grow up there, and they could just spend the rest of the time in Karkat’s room, or stargazing the beautiful Alternian sky.

  • Woman: Excuse me! What are you gentlemen here for?
  • Phil: S.H.I.E.L.D., ma'am. Agent Coulson, my boss, Director Fury. We're on official S.H.I.E.L.D. business. Nothing to worry about.
  • Woman: Well, I'm in charge of the neighborhood watch here, sir. I would like to know what this official business is you're here about.
  • Nick: It's officially none of your damn business, ma'am.
  • Phil: Were you ever nice?
  • Nick: 1985. Worst year of my life.
thefts of the heart (and flower)

; phan ;

summary / prompt ; “sometimes i steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you’ve caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure “the girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft” and i’m trying to figure out how to break it to you that we’re on our way to a graveyard” 


Dan kneeled next to the new box, filled with yellow tulips. Newly in season, he noted, brushing his fingertips over one of the petals. They were beautiful, stuck in the perfect ethereal state between blooming and dying. 

The brown eyed boy smiled, blinking as the bright iridescent sunlight of that morning ricocheted off the nearby window of whoever’s house this was, blinding him momentarily. He tugged the strap of his overalls back over his shoulder, where it had slipped off of. They were far too loose, but that was the way he liked it. 

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ronanlyncx  asked:

u want promps and im a slut for angst so... andreil arguing?

hoo boy ok this is on my phone so bear with me the keypad is small.


“Don’t you fucking dare walk out that door.”

Neil was livid and then he was mad on top of that because Neil didn’t get mad. A name that Neil had long left in the past got mad, and this anger, this outrage, was a cold reminder that Neil was a fase front. A ruse, no matter how legal, was still a ruse when it boiled down to it, and when it boiled down to it Neil was livid.

Because someone had to care, even if it was a negative emotion.

“Why? Because I told you I would stop running?” Neil asked, turning halfway to face Andrew, hand still gripped on the door.

Andrew stood, feet shoulder length apart; casual. His arms hung limply by his sides, they were not locked with tension. Neil didn’t expect him to lock him in an embrace, but he sort of expected him to put up more of a fight.

“You don’t leave when things get hard, Neil. That’s the whole point of life, it being hard. You don’t just get to run off to Matt when you need to be coddled.”

Like a light to a fuse, Neil lit up in the night.

“Don’t fucking bring Matthew into this. This is between you and me. It’s our problem. You want me to stay? Fine, I’ll fucking stay,” Neil said, slamming the door, “But don’t you dare tell me how to be when you’re doing the exact same thing.”

“I’m standing right here. I never left. And I sure as fuck didn’t slam the door at ass o'clock in the morning, waking half of the complex no doubt,” Andrew bit out.

“Don’t pretend you give a fuck about them and don’t deflect because it won’t get you out of this talk. You wanted me to stay, I’ll stay, but we’re doing this now.”

Andrew didn’t flinch, but to Neil it was like he had physically recoiled. Neil deflated.

“Andrew,” Neil started, much gentler than he was mere moments ago, “This is going to be hard okay? We’re a this as much as you want to ignore that and I respect that boundary and I respect you. I apparently haven’t gotten over my temper and I got carried away. I apologize for yelling at you and acting like I couldn’t have a rational conversation.” The ‘even though you’re being a stubborn ass’ was silent, but Andrew read it in his posture.

He refused to speak, so Neil continued, “I don’t get to yell at you when I’m frustrated; fact. You don’t get to leave me for my own good; fact. The Moriyamas upped the price of my debt to them and it’s a debt I’ll always owe. Now, it’s fair if you want to leave, but you’re not doing it for me.”

“Don’t be simple. We need to come up with a plan.”

“Plan?”

“This is where the knight in shining armor,” Andrew pointed to himself, “saves the damsel in distress by slaying the dragon.” He shot Neil finger guns indicating that Neil was the damsel.

“Is this where I say I’m a damsel. I’m in distress. Have a nice day?”

Andrew rolled his eyes and stalked toward the table where the letter was sitting, written on heavy parchment.

“You can tell me I’m cute.”

“You can work on your anger and learn to speak rationally even when you want to be mad,” Andrew said, barely paying Neil any attention.

“About that…” Neil trailed off causing Andrew to look up. “I was thinking, if we were going to do this for real–domestic partnership–I think I would like to start meeting with a therapist biweekly.”

“Who are you and where’s Neil? I’ve seen Neighborhood Watch, I know how to kill you.”

“There are things I remember about Nathan—no let me finish, there are things I remember and I don’t know how much of it’s nature and how much is nurture, you’re the one who took the psychology classes in college,I just quizzed you, but I want to be all in with you.”

“I’ll never marry you.”

Neil laughed. “I wasn’t aware I asked, you egotistical maniac. I love you.”

“Yeah well, someone has to.”

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Jay Z, Weinstein Company to Make Trayvon Martin Film and Documentary Series (EXCLUSIVE)
Shawn “Jay Z” Carter and the Weinstein Company are partnering on an ambitious series of film and television projects about Trayvon Martin, Variety has learned.
By Justin Kroll, Brent Lang

The indie label and the rap icon won a heated bidding war for the rights to two books — “Suspicion Nation: The Inside Story of the Trayvon Martin Injustice and Why We Continue to Repeat It” and “Rest in Power: The Enduring Life of Trayvon Martin.” The 2012 shooting of the 17-year-old Martin sparked a national debate about racial profiling and inequities of the criminal justice system that brought about the Black Lives Matter movement. The African-American high school student was killed by George Zimmerman, a 28-year-old mixed race Hispanic man, who was a member of the neighborhood watch in his Florida community. He claimed he shot Martin, who was unarmed, in self defense after the two became involved in a physical altercation. Zimmerman’s acquittal on a second-degree murder charge inspired protests around the country.

“Suspicion Nation” is by Lisa Bloom and recounts her experience covering the trial for NBC. She looks at the mistakes made by prosecutors that caused them to lose what she describes as a “winnable case.” “Rest in Power” is by Martin’s parents, Sybrina Fulton and Tracy Martin. It tells a more personal story, looking at Martin’s childhood and the aftermath of his death.

The plan is to make a six-part docu-series with Jay Z producing as part of a first-look deal he signed with the studio last September. The indie studio will also develop a narrative feature film. The Weinstein Company earned critical raves for “Fruitvale Station,” another true story, about the death of Oscar Grant, an unarmed black man who was killed in 2009 by a BART police officer.

The Weinstein Company confirmed the deal, but declined to offer comment.

There were several other studios interested in the project, including Fox Searchlight, Universal on behalf of Will Packer, and Ted Field. The Weinstein Company closed the deal last week. TWC honchos Harvey Weinstein and David Glasser had a marathon meeting on Oscar weekend in their Los Angeles office with Jay Z and Martin’s parents. They made it clear that they were most concerned with seeing their son’s life and legacy honored.

The authors were represented by Jan Miller and Lacy Lynch of Dupree Miller & Associates. Glasser, Weinstein, and Jay Z brokered the deal for the company.