the office law and order

Imagine your boyfriend Sonny and your brother Jamie protecting you from a handsy Detective

(A/N: For Anon, I hope you enjoy and that it meets your expectations. This is probably bad. I’m half asleep writing this because it’s like 2:00 am and I’ve been working all day and I was too stupid to check my plan and was writing the wrong imagine up for the whole of my writing time. So I hope you’ll forgive me for being late. Even though it’s still Tuesday in some places!) 

Imagine your boyfriend Sonny and your brother Jamie protecting you from a handsy Detective

“Jameson!” You shouted sternly right behind Jamie’s back, intending to scare him.

You were successful. Obviously, that police academy training did nothing to help with how easy Jamie was to scare. You watched in delight as he jumped up slightly and spilling the coffee he was holding slightly down himself before realising and saving the majority from spilling. He turned to look at you and glared.

“Y/N,” He hissed, looking down at himself and assessing the caffeinated damage.

“You’re still so easy, Jamie.” You giggled profusely, bending over and clutching your stomach.

“Do you not having better to do than to annoy me, Detective?” He asked, sighing and shaking his head at you.  

“I’m only doing my job,” You shrugged with a grin.

“It’s your job to annoy me?” He questioned sceptically.

Keep reading

“We have a job as Black women to support whatever is right and to bring in justice where we’ve had so much injustice.” – Fannie Lou Hamer

HERStory Matters: Civil and voting rights activist Fannie Lou Hamer was born on October 6, 1917.

Born Fannie Lou Townsend in rural Montgomery County, MS, she was the youngest of 20 children born to Jim and Ella Townsend, poor sharecroppers, who found it hard to provide proper food and clothing for their children. When she was six years old she joined her family in the fields picking cotton and dropped out of school by the time she was in the third grade.

When she was 16, she caught polio which made it hard for her to work in the fields. When Marlow (her boss) found out that Fannie Lou could read and write, he made her the time and record keeper for the plantation in addition to cooking and cleaning his house.

In 1945, at the age of 27, Fannie Lou married Perry “Pap” Hamer who was a tractor driver on the Marlow farm. They had no children of their own. Fannie Lou went to the hospital to find out why she could not conceive and was told she had a tumor. She wasn’t told that they performed a hysterectomy on her that day but was later told by the doctor that it was done out of kindness. Fannie Lou was outraged. As a result, the Hamers adopted 4 children, 2 girls and 2 boys who were all from very poor families.

On one fateful day, while walking by the Ruleville, Mississippi town center, Fannie Lou saw a sign posted by the Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) and decided to investigate. She was 37 years old at the time and was ripe for expressing her outrage over the conditions she and other blacks were subjected to in this rural community. She joined the SNCC and worked as a field worker on the voter registration committee. The committee worked on preparing blacks to read and write so they could register to vote.

Seventeen people tried to register and were turned back one day. When Marlow was informed of the drive to register, he threatened Fannie Lou and her family with expulsion from the plantation on which they worked. She left that night and stayed with friends but it wasn’t long before her location was discovered and she and her friends were shot at that night by the KKK.

She strongly believed that blacks could change their conditions, both political and economic, if they could vote for the candidates who would best serve them. Fannie Lou studied with the Southern Free School along with other potential voters and passed the voter registration test on her third try.

In 1963, the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party (MFDP) was formed because no help from the Federal Government regarding the right to vote was apparently coming. The party registered
60,000 new black voters across the state of Mississippi. Delegates from the party were sent to the 1964 Democratic Convention in Atlantic City, New Jersey where they challenged the seating of the Mississippi delegation.

Fannie Lou took the opportunity to describe to the convention, and to the world, the horrific way she was treated after they left the voter registration workshop in Charleston, South Carolina in June 1963. She said that on the way home, they were hungry and wanted to stop at a Trailways bus terminal in Winona, Mississippi for food. Fannie Lou decided to stay on the bus while the others went into the terminal. They were not served but were arrested. She was also arrested. She was taken out of her jail cell and taken to another cell and there, under the orders of a State Highway Patrol officer, was battered by two Negro prisoners with a police blackjack. The first prisoner beat her until he was exhausted. The law enforcement officer then ordered the second prisoner to beat her. It was three days before members of SNCC were allowed to take her to the hospital.

Fannie Lou told the convention that as a result of this beating, she suffered permanent kidney damage, a blood clot in the artery of her left eye, and a limp when she walked. Her riveting testimony to the convention, which was interrupted by a hastily called speech by President Johnson, informed the country about the treatment blacks were receiving at the hands of whites in the state of Mississippi and the rest of the south.

Fannie Lou’s involvement widened as she ran for Congress in the Mississippi state Democratic primary in 1964. She was unsuccessful in that run but she went on to appear at rallies and visit colleges and universities around the country to speak to students. She led the cotton pickers resistance movement in 1965 and was instrumental in helping to bring a Head Start program to her hometown of Ruleville, MS. Mrs. Hamer was also famous for her rich singing voice which she used often to soothe tensions and to fortify herself spiritually. She sang “This Little Light of Mine” and other spirituals to calm others during marches and critical events.

Fannie Lou was a Democratic National Committee Representative from 1968-1971. She ran for the Mississippi State Senate in 1971 and was a delegate to the Democratic National Convention in 1972.

In 1972, a unanimous resolution praising Fannie Lou’s statewide and national contribution to civil rights was passed by the Mississippi House of Representatives. Other awards came her way as the courageous work she undertook was recognized. She received honorary PhDs from several universities including Howard University.

Fannie Lou Hamer died in the hospital at Mound Bayou, Mississippi on March 14, 1977, of heart problems, hypertension, and breast cancer.

Learn more about Fannie Lou Hamer through several books and recordings, available at Watch a trailer for an upcoming documentary about her life, “Fannie Lou Hamer’s America,” at

Imagine not wanting to tell your fiancé Jamie that you were injured on the job

(A/N: For @samanthaofanarchy . I hope you enjoy this. Sorry, it took me so long but I made it extra long for you and for making everyone wait for so long. Expect a Sonny request in the next few days to make up for the all the long breaks. I hope you all enjoy!) 

Imagine not wanting to tell your fiancé Jamie that you were injured on the job

“Come here…” You shouted after your fleeing suspect.

Your suspect then quickly turned and slashed at you thoughtlessly.

You jumped back automatically and missed it by inches. You stumbled slightly on the rocky surface. You looked up after milliseconds of getting your bearings, you looked up only to find your knife wielding suspects coming for you once again. You delivered a swift punch that caused him to back up but it was momentary, he came at you again but you blocked his hand quickly holding it above your heads and struggled violently for a few seconds. He pushed hard and so did you in defence. He let out what sounded like a growl before kicking your legs causing you to stumble again.

And this time when you looked up you didn’t have time to dodge the knife. It slammed into your torso and ripped your skin.

“Son of a bitch,” You cried as you clutched your side as he retracted the knife.

Keep reading

ID #69696

Name: Abigail
Age: 17 in June
Country: USA

Im Abigail! I turn 17 on June 3rd. Things im interested in are
1) psychology
2) criminal justice
3) animals
4) music
- i listen to rap, indie/ alt., and a lot of other things
- IE. lana del rey, childish gambino, russ, kendrick lamar, post malone, arctic monkeys, etc.
5) tv
- criminal minds, the office, parks and rec, law and order svu, shameless, gossip girl, any crime show really

Preferences: i dont care how old, what race, what gender, what sexuality, etc. Just as long as we have similar interests


Hot Marvel guys with glasses are my ultimate weakness

“In Republic City’s war on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of Republic City Police Force. Chief Beifong; who found something new to be bitter about and Detective Mako; who definitely does not cry in the shower. These are their stories.”

Inspired by 0fficermako’s post (x)

i need some new friends

hmu if you like…

-drag queens

-“punk” music

-“alternative” music

-face off

-parks and rec

-the office

-law and order svu


-heathers (the musical and movie)

-house md


-buzzfeed unsolved

-bo burnham

-bobs burgers

-mr robot

-life is strange

-the walking dead game

Imagine yours and Jamie’s wedding day

Imagine yours and Jamie’s wedding day

You still couldn’t believe it was you. You knew it was. It was your face, it was you, of course, it was you but you still couldn’t believe it. It happened every time you put it on. It was like a different version of you was looking back at you. A better you, definitely a better you.

“Oh my god,” You breathed almost silently at the sight of your reflection in the mirror, turning slightly to see all sides.

“You look amazing!” Your soon to be sister in law, Erin, complimented who apparently was suddenly behind you.

You turned carefully to face her, still slightly cautious about it, “You think so?”

“You looked amazing in it when you first tried it on, you looked amazing at the two fittings you did after that and you definitely look amazing in it today. Even more so.” She reassured, instinctively fixing your dresses skirt while she spoke as well as stepping onto the podium to do that.

“You think he’ll like it?” You asked, looking back at the mirror again.

Keep reading


Okay, but Mustafa Ali and Ariya Daivari as Muslim bash brothers is my new favorite thing, like the two of them communicate regularly on Twitter (Ali stans Ariya, Ariya teases Ali), and they’re perfect foils to one another. 
Ali’s the calm, collected former officer of the law who has his shit in order, calculates strategies and relies on kicks/his legs to get the job done.
Ariya’s the hotheaded, swaggering Prince Zuko sort who’s kind of a mess and raring to throw down with anyone who crosses him and relies a lot on brute strength/fists to wear an opponent down. 

Ali’s the moon to Ariya’s sun. 

Bonus edition headcanon: Ali’s nickname for Ariya is ‘Sher’ (Lion in Urdu) for obvious reasons, while Ariya’s for Ali is ‘Khargoosh/Khargush’ (Rabbit in Farsi) because Ali’s a bouncy, flippy little shit with bunny teeth. 
That’s right, they’re kindasorta Tiger and Bunny for anyone who watches the anime :’B 

Of course, being road wives with Ariya entails ensuring that he doesn’t launch himself into eight simultaneous fistfight without giving those eight the chance to run first. Ali’s diplomatic like that. 

Also the second piece is a little more peaceful and personal. 
I’ve never actually drawn people doing the Salah before, so I like to imagine these two finding a quiet spot backstage somewhere among the noise and the activity to lay their bearings down for ten minutes to talk to God before they suit up for work. 

Imagine a criminally good date night with Jamie

(A/N: I finally finished this! I know I haven’t written for Jamie in a while so I made this one extra long and cute. I hope you enjoy!) 

Part Two HERE

Imagine a criminally good date night with Jamie

“Hey Y/N heads up,” Sonny said, jerking his body to gesture behind you before walking away hastily as if to get out of the way.

You spun around quickly and suspiciously to see your boyfriend Jamie walking up to, dressed up smartly but casually clutching a bunch of flowers. You shook your head at disbelief, crossing your arms in anguish, as he reached you with a triumphant smile on face.

“You tricked me,” You pointed out with fake menace.

“Guilty,” He smirked, handing you the flowers and kissing your cheek.

“How much did you pay him to distract me while you got changed?” You inquired, narrowing your eyes at him and flashing him a glare.

“Didn’t have to. Apparently tricking you was all the payment he needed,” Jamie informed, chuckling.

You leant to the side, looking past Jamie so you could glare at Sonny who was watching happily from his desk.

“We’re going talk about this tomorrow!” You warned.

Keep reading

“I’m watching the season finale of a show I started today” a novel by me