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anonymous asked:

You said the Republican party fought against slavery.. That is true, but the Republican party around that time period have more modern Democrat beliefs. They were northerners who believed in equal rights. And the Democratic party in the 1800s had view more similar to modern Republican beliefs. The party's beliefs flip flopped around late 1800s-early 1900s.. The conservative states were always advocating for slavery and oppression. They were also the last states to give women the right to vote.

Originally posted by onemorechapter11

Let’s discuss some history then.

1791 - The Democratic-Republican Party is formed by James Madison and Thomas Jefferson against Alexander Hamilton’s Federalist Party. The Democratic-Republicans strongly opposed government overreach and expansion, the creation of a national bank, and corruption.

1804 - Andrew Jackson purchases the plantation that will become his primary source of wealth.

1824 - The Democratic-Republican Party split. The new Democrats were supported by Andrew Jackson and Martin Van Buren, and the National Republicans were supported by John Quincy Adams and Henry Clay.

1828 - Andrew Jackson is elected President of the United States.

1830 - Andrew Jackson signed the Indian Removal Act, whereby the Cherokee and other native tribes were to be forcibly removed from their lands.

1831 - Cherokee Nation v. Georgia, whereby the Supreme Court ruled that Cherokee Nation was sovereign and the U.S. had no jurisdiction over Cherokee lands. Andrew Jackson had already started to enforce the removal of the Choctaw.

1832-33 - The Whig Party is formed in opposition to Jackson’s government expansion and overreach in the Nullification Crisis and the establishment of a Second National Bank. The Whig Party successfully absorbs the National Republican Party.

1838 -  Many Indian tribes had been forcibly removed. Under Jackson, General Winfield Scott and 7,000 soldiers forced the Cherokee from their land at bayonet point while their homes were pillaged. They marched the Cherokee more than 1,200 miles to the allocated Indian territory. About 5,000 Cherokee died on the journey due to starvation and disease.

1854 - The Whig Party dissolves over the question of the expansion of slavery. Anti-slavery Whigs and anti-slavery democrats form the Republican Party with their sole goal being to end slavery.

1861 -The election of President Lincoln spurs the beginning of the Civil War.

1862 - Lincoln writes a letter where he declares he wishes to preserve the union regardless of the morals on slavery. He issues the Emancipation Proclamation, whereby all slaves in Union territories had to be freed. As states came under Union control, those slaves too had to be freed.

1863 - Frederick Douglass, former slave and famous Republican abolitionist, meets with Lincoln on the suffrage of emancipated slaves.

1864 - Lincoln revised his position on slavery in a letter to Albert G. Hodges stating “If slavery is not wrong, nothing is wrong.”

1865 - Confederate General Robert E. Lee surrenders at the Appomattox Courthouse to Union victory. After Lincoln’s Assassination, Democrat President Johnson issues amnesty to rebels and pardons the slave owners of their crimes.

1865 - The 13th Amendment which ended slavery passed with 100% Republican support and 63% Democrat support in congress.

1866 - The Klu Klux Klan is formed by Confederate veterans to intimidate black and Republicans through violence, lynching, and public floggings. They gave open support to the Democrat Party.

1866 - The Civil Rights Act of 1866 is vetoed by Democratic President Andrew Johnson. Every single Republican voted and overturned the veto.

1868 - The 14th Amendment which gave citizenship to freed slaves passed with 94% Republican support and 0% Democrat support in congress. The first grand wizard of the KKK, Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest is honored at the 1968 Democratic National Convention.

1868 - Representative James Hinds who taught newly freedmen of their rights is murdered by the KKK.

1870 - The 15th Amendment which gave freed slaves the right to vote passed with 100% Republican support and 0% Democrat support in congress.

1871 - The violence of the KKK grew so savage that congress passed the Enforcement Acts to repress their influence.

1875 - Democrat Senator William Saulsbury speaks out against the Civil RIghts Act of 1875, claiming it will allow “colored men shall sit at the same table beside the white guest; that he shall enter the same parlor and take his seat beside the wife and daughter of the white man, whether the white man is willing or not, because you prohibit discrimination against him.“

1884 - A train conductor orders Ida B. Wells, a black Republican woman, to give up her seat and move to the smoking car. Wells was an investigative journalist who worked for a Republican journal to expose the horror of lynching. She advocated for the 2nd amendment rights for blacks so that they could protect themselves, and she denounced the Democratic Party for treating blacks as property unequal to whites.

1892 - Democrat Benjamin Tillman is re-elected to the Senate. He was a white supremacist who boasted his participation in lynchings. He is quoted saying that “as long as the Negroes continue to ravish white women we will continue to lynch them.”

1915 - Democrat President Woodrow Wilson screens KKK promotion film Birth of a Nation. The film pictured blacks as ignorant and violent savages, and the Klu Klux Klan as rescuers and protectors of the civilized world. The popularity of the movie revived the Klu Klux Klan which had previously gone extinct. Reportedly Wilson said about the film that “[it] is like writing history with lightning, and my only regret is that it is all so terribly true.”

1919 - The 19th Amendment which officially gave women the right to vote passed with 82% Republican support and 54% Democrat support in congress.

1924 - Thousands of Klansmen attend the 1924 Democratic National Convention.

1933 -  The chief Nazi newspaper, Volkischer Beobachter, praised “Roosevelt’s adoption of National Socialist strains of thought in his economic and social policies” and “the development toward an authoritarian state.”

1933 - Democrat President Franklin Delano Roosevelt passes the Agricultural Adjustment Act with the well-meaning goal to help farmers and sharecroppers. Instead, though it aided white farmers, it resulted in increased unemployment and displacement of black farmers.

1933 -  FDR established the National Recovery Administration to stimulate business recovery by forcing employers to pay higher wages for less work. This relief program was enforced on a local level and allowed Jim Crow racism to flourish, resulting in many blacks being fired to be replaced by whites. 

1934 -  The Federal Housing Administration is introduced under FDR. The FHA made homeownership accessible for whites, but explicitly refused to back loans to black people or even other people who lived near black people.

1936 - The Roosevelt Administration finally begins vying for the black vote. Though the relief programs neglected blacks, their communities were bombarded with advertisements. FDR began to garner black support though the vast majority remained economically unchanged and locked into poverty.

1942 - FDR orders American citizens of Japanese ancestry from their homes into interment camps without due process after the bombings at Pearl Harbor.

1953 - Senator Robert Byrd is elected into congress and remains a staunch Democrat until his death in 2010. He was a prominent member in the KKK and praised by Bill Clinton, Barack Obama, and Hillary Clinton.

1955 - Democrat Richard Daley is elected mayor of Chicago. He resisted residential desegregation, defended public school segregation, and used urban renewal funds to build massive public housing projects that kept blacks within existing ghettos.

1957 - The Civil Rights Act of 1957 is passes with 93% Republican support and 59% Democrat support.

1963 - After the assassination of JFK, Lyndon B. Johnson is sworn into office. LBJ was a Democrat remembered by a famous quote: “I’ll have them niggers voting Democrat for the next 200 years.”

1965 - The Voting Rights Act of 1965 passes with 94% Republican support and 73% Democrat support.

1968 - Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is assassinated. MLK voted Republican.

1960-70s - A total of 24 Democratic members of congress switched to become Republican over a 20 year period. The majority of democrats in that time period remained democrats.

1995 - Dreams from My Father by Barack Obama is published. Obama discusses how the urban cities would become the new plantation for blacks under Democrat political bosses: “The plantation, the blacks have the worst jobs, the worst housing, police brutality rampant; but when the so-called black committee man come around election time, we’d all line up and vote the straight Democratic ticket. Sell our souls for a Christmas turkey. White folks spit in our faces, and we reward them with the vote.“

2009 - Hillary Clinton lauds Margaret Sanger, KKK advocate, white supremacist, and eugenicist at the 2009 Planned Parenthood Honors Gala: “I admire Margaret Sanger enormously, her courage, her tenacity, her vision. I am really in awe of her, there are a lot of lessons we can learn from her life.”

Me: 1
History revisionism: 0

Originally posted by whiteangelxoxo

kaede-kooritamashii  asked:

Is it bad I find cop Buttons attractive?

I think he’s cute too, and I never even understood the fascination with men in uniforms (cops especially).
I looked up Hungarian police uniforms and lol they are poofy! I like the little hat they wear though I admit I haven’t seen a male officer in person that could rock it. They usually just look like bowling balls wearing sad blue tacos. <_< 

So here’s Buttons rocking it:

The hat anyway. The rest of the outfit makes him look like an awkward blue caterpillar.

there’s no such thing as a good cop. BLM protests are immediately met with cops in full fledged riot gear even if it’s just people walking down the streets. NoDAPL protestors saw some of the worst anti-native police brutality simply fighting for their right to live safely and healthily on their own land. but a white supremacist riot? with torches and antiblack/antisemitic chants, a body count and injured people? why did it take so long for the “good cops” to show up? why are excuses being made for these people? cops will protect their own. no cop is a good cop

Mafia!Jungkook Imagine Pt.2

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned… And suddenly he’s your boss.

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1// Part 2// Part 3


“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Great. Now you were the one who was being kidnapped and Miller wasn’t going to come and save you. You tried to stay calm, but that wasn’t easy considering that your life was on the line. However, what scared you the most was that you couldn’t see the Mafia guy… He might be standing right behind you with a knife and you wouldn’t even notice. Just the thought of that gave you chills. You slowly walked deeper into the dark, hoping not to run into something. You had to get away from him. If you couldn’t see anything, he probably couldn’t either. You took one step… A second one… You couldn’t hear him. Was he even still here? Where the hell was he and how could he be that quiet? The only thing you heard was your own, hectic breath.

“Oh well, I didn’t expect you to throw yourself at me.”

You jumped and breathed in sharply. His voice… It was directly in front of you. You could even feel his breath on your face now. Just how did he get there? You could have sworn he was standing behind you in the beginning! You quickly took a step back. Your heart was hammering against your chest.

“What do you want from me? Get away.”, you said, keeping your voice as stable as possible. He laughed. Suddenly, you could hear his loud steps. You raised you arms over your head to protect yourself, but…

He wasn’t walking towards you. What was he doing? Before you could think about it any longer, suddenly bright light was dazzling you. You squinted you eyes, trying to get used to the sudden brightness. Why’d he turn on the lights now? What would you see? You slowly tried to open your eyes, not just out of fear but also curiousity. You looked around, immediatly searching for the guy. The room you were in wasn’t as big as you’d thought. And not as… scary. One could even say it was… cozy? You were standing in front of a dark red sofa, just like the one in the bar. The walls were painted in a calming beige. Next to you you noticed a big desk with a wooden chair, but there wasn’t anything laying on it. Besides than that, the left part of the room was empty. You noticed someone moving from the corner of your eye and you quickly turned around. The brown haired guy was standing about 10 metres away from you, leaning against the wall- and he had this wicked smile on his lips, again. He always seemed like he was plotting something, even if he smiled. You couldn’t stop youself from noticing how hot he looked. At least he wasn’t right in front of you this time.

“To answer your question- I just tried to have some fun, but your reaction wasn’t as hilarious as I hoped. Not as funny as everyone before you. Anyways, we’ve got something to talk about. Sit down.”

You just silently watched him, wondering what the hell he was up to. If he was planning on killing you, why didn’t he just do it? If this was a kidnapping, why would he want to talk to you? 

“About what do you want to talk? How I prefer to die? ”, you asked sceptically. Now that you could see where he was, some of the fear from earlier had disappeared. You felt exhausted and confused. What was the point of panicking when you couldn’t change a thing about all this? You didn’t want to sit down and calmly talk about everything. However, suddenly his smile disappeared and he started coming your way. And- again- you couldn’t help it, you were scared.

“Either you sit down yourself or I’ll help you with it. It’s your choice.”, he said. You could tell he wasn’t messing around by the treathening look in his eyes. And you didn’t want to make everything worse, so you quickly sat down on the sofa before he had made his way over to you. You were to tense to notice how comfortable it was. He took the chair and pulled it in front of the sofa, so that he could face you while sitting down. You tried to breath slowly to  calm yourself down. Maybe there was a way to get out of here, you shouldn’t lose your hope that early. The guy was now sitting in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with a measuring look. It made you feel umcomfortable- not like you’d felt comfortable in the first place.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”, you asked, trying to hide your impatience and confusion.

“Don’t you wonder why I kidnapped you? I don’t just abduct someone because I’m bored. That’s not worth the effort.”

You scoffed internally. Oh, you didn’t wonder at all, wasn’t kidnapping a normal thing to do? Of course you wondered, what was he thinking…? However, you decided against being sarcastic, for you own good.

“I do.”, you said shortly. You were curious, but you hoped he would tell you without you asking him. You wanted to avoid saying something that would make him angry.

“Listen. You might have already noticed that this was a trap. I expected you to come and get your dumb little friend. It’s a shame I had to let him go, he was quite talkative… under special circumstances. However, back to why your here. You’ve been observed for quite some time now. The lady selling street food. The old man living next to you. Even the post man I believe. It’s funny what people do for money.”

Your eyes widened in shock. That couldn’t be true…He must be joking! Why would the Mafia observe you? You were just a common police officer! You recalled all the times you’d got yourself dinner at the street food stall. The lady there had always been a little bit talkative, but Mafia…? And how often you’d done the laundry for the grandpa living next door! You had basically told him everything about your private life… You couldn’t… you didn’t want to believe that, they weren’t part of the Mafia.

“Y-your lying… Why would the Mafia take interest in me? I’m just an average person, I haven’t… I  mean… Why?”, you asked him confused. All this didn’t make sense.. right? The Mafia guy just looked at you emotionless.

“I don’t now either, I’m not the head of the Mafia. I’m a sniper, you know. I was confused to when they told me to kidnap you and inform you about… Your new life. And why would I lie to you?”

By now you were completely done. A sniper. Ok. Not like you cared at this point. But what did he mean by ‘new life’?

“My new life? Are you completely… What do you mean by that? I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who can tell when I need a new life, and I’m quite happy with my old one!” You didn’t even try to hide you anger, but the man in front of you didn’t seem to care.

“The Mafia isn’t. Guess who’s more powerful. But let’s start from the beginning, let me explain everything. These days, there are lots of riots between the different Mafia clans. Which means people are dying… And new people need to be educated. However, right now the kids who are already born into the Mafia are still to young and we need good snipers. We can’t set their life on the line. Your known for you shooting skills and your said to be one of the best police officers. Not like you'be proven that today. But see, (Y/N), you know where this is going.”

You flinched when he said your name. Of course he knew it. You’d told your neighbour. But still, you were in a loss of words. As a police officer you hadn’t been working on cases involving the mafia yet, so you hadn’t noticed any riots between the Mafia gangs. But they must’ve been really bad if the Mafia was already trying to recrute their worst enemies… The Police. Maybe the Police wasn’t their worst enemy anymore.

However, you didn’t need to think twice about that. You weren’t, not under any circumstances, going to work for the Mafia. You’d rather die than kill innocent people. And you knew that’s exacty what you were going to do…

“No way. I’m not going to work for the mafia. Kill me if you want, but I refuse.”,you said, making your words sound harsh. You knew you could never forgive yourself if you’d give in.

The Mafia guy was raising one eyebrow, than he smiled at you. He probably expected this answer, even though he didn’t seem to undertstand it. It did confuse you, but you were curious about his answer.

“Are you sure? You could save peoples lifes. Childrens lifes. I would be the one teaching you, so you don’t need to worry about your skills. If I was you, I’d consider it as long as I’ve got the chance.” He looked you right in the eye and you could tell he was trying to be convincing. It actually seemed like he cared about you. But you weren’t dumb, he was only trying to get his job done. Of course you didn’t want to die, but if saving peoples lifes meant taking others… No, you didn’t have a choice.

“Forget it. I’m not going to work for the Mafia.”

“Is that your last word, (Y/N)?”, he asked sighing.

You just nodded. So that was it. You never expected your life to end like this… All you ever wanted was to help people, to make them happy and feel save. And here you were now. You didn’t even want to think about your parents… You didn’t want to cry infront of this guy. You just wished you’d seen them one last time to tell them how much you loved them. At least you’d saved Officer Millers life.

The brown haired guy stood up and slowly walked to the door. You shuddered,  finally noticing how cold it actually was. You tried not to think of anything. You tried not to think about how your life as a sniper would be. Suddenly, you saw that the Mafia guy had turned around and was looking at you with a strange expression. Now you where the one raising one eyebrow.

“Ah, and (Y/N)… I’m not supposed to tell you, but… As soon as I leave this room and tell my boss about your decision, the bomb in your parents house will be activated.”

You felt your heart drop as your eyes grew wide in shock. He walked on, grabbed the doorknob and opened the door…

NO.

“Wait. WAIT!!!”, you screamed in panic.

The guy turned around, smiling in triumph.

“Welcome to the Mafia, (Y/N). I’m Jungkook and I’ll be your teacher for the next months.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

 



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While the police frequently harassed butch-looking women on the streets, the worst police harassment took place inside the gay bars. In many cities, as long as a bar owner was willing to pay for police protection, the bars seemed relatively safe—unless it was close to an election period in which the incumbent felt compelled to “clean up” the gay bars for the sake of his record. During those times raids were frequent. The bars sometimes took precautions against raids. At the Canyon Club in Los Angeles, a membership bar patronized by both gay men and gay women, dancing would be permitted only in the upstairs room. If the police appeared at the door, a red light would be flashed upstairs and the same-sex partners on the dance floor would know to grab someone of the opposite sex quickly and continue dancing…

A bar raid during the 1950s or ’60s could be violent. Marlene says that in San Francisco during the early 1950s the raiding police were accompanied by police dogs. In a 1956 raid at the San Francisco bar Kelly’s Alamo Club, thirty-six women were hauled into the city jail and booked on the charge of “frequenting a house of ill repute.” D.F. remembers a Los Angeles raid in which all the patrons’ names were collected and everyone was made to strip and was searched. At raids in the Sea Colony, a Greenwich Village bar, women would be pushed up against the wall and the policemen might put their hands in the women’s pants and say, “Oh, you think you’re a man. Well, let’s see what you’ve got here.”
—  Lillian Faderman, Odd Girls and Twilight Lovers: A History of Lesbian Life in Twentieth-Century America

anonymous asked:

Have the egos ever had a run in with the police? Like worst case scenario dark, willford, and host are asleep or something

Dark is just beginning to fall asleep, tucked beneath his cool, silky sheets in peace, when he hears someone banging their fist against his bedroom door. Dark shakes his head. No, he refuses to get up now.

It comes again, an incessant banging at his door along with the shout, “Darkster, wake up, we’re in trouble!” Wilford. Warfstache.

“I’m going to kill him this time. This time for sure.” Dark throws off the sheets and combs his hair into place with his fingers as he stomps over to the door in bare feet. Throwing open the door, he observes Wilford, Yandere, and Anti looking bashfully up at him, each of them covered in spatters of blood.

“We killed someone,” Yandere says happily.

“And we may ‘r may not have stolen a cop car… and drove it off a bridge… yeah.” Anti scratches the back of his neck and grins cheekily up at Dark.

Wilford twitches his mustache nervously. “I think we might’ve gotten caught on camera at that jewelry store, too.” Wilford holds up a fistful of diamond jewelry. “I thought Amy might like some of these, but I couldn’t decide.”

“So we took ‘em all!” Yandere waves his hands around wildly. “Now, what?”

Dark bangs his head against the door frame and sighs. “Anti, glitch into the security camera at the jewelry store. Erase the footage. Wilford, go hide the body.” Wilford’s face lights up, but Dark holds up a hand, “Don’t tell me where; just do it and quickly. Yandere, go get cleaned up. I’ll handle the police.”

Dark snaps his fingers, instantly changing from his silken gray pajamas into his suit and shoes. He brushes past the three psychopaths and heads for the elevator.

“What’re you gunna do?” Anti asks, voice full of that nerve-grating snark.

Dark turns back to them for a moment, spreading his arms out a little to either side and tilting his head. “Unlike you three, I have less violent ways of getting what I want.” He turns on his heel and leaves them standing there.

Yandere looks up at Wilford with wide eyes. “I want to be just like him someday.”

the signs as unexpected (hEART WRENCHING) solos from other band members

ryan ross in karma police: capricorn, aries, libra, gemini

josh dun in god save the foolish kings: taurus, leo, cancer, aquarius

pete’s emo fucking poetry(it counts) at the end of get busy living: pieces, virgo, scorpio, sagittarius

Playing Games

This is based on a prompt I got and instantly got ideas for. 
I changed it a bit, I hope that’s fine. I’ll add the prompt at the end to not spoil anything. 

This is the first part:


Sana should have known better.
No, Sana knew better.
She knew it was a bad idea bringing her friends, her brother and his friends together. 
She knew it wouldn’t end well.

Now, she curses herself for not having done more to prevent all of them hanging out together.

Mikael had the brilliant idea of playing Truth or Dare. 
And for the most part it was all fun until it was Sana’s turn for a Dare. 
It’s not like Sana is afraid if dares. She’s pretty good at doing whatever she is given as a dare and since especially her brother and his friends know that, they thought of something she might reject doing.

“You have to egg someone’s house.”

Sana narrows her eyes at Adam and then looks around the circle. They’re all sitting at a park, on the grass, and just talking. And now playing this game for about an hour now.

“Do you have eggs here?”, Eva asks, obviously amused by the thought of Sana egging a house.

While Adam and Elias look at each other with a frown, not having thought of that, another of the boys saves their asses.

“I do!”, Mutta exclaims. And when he is met with confused looks he explains:“ I went to the store for my mom, before meeting you all. I can just buy more later.”, rummaging through his backpack. 

“Yes, Mutta!”, Elias claps him on the shoulder to then turn around to grin at his little sister. Challenging her is one of his favorite things to do.

Crossing her arms over her chest, Sana looks unimpressed.

“Why would I egg some stranger’s house? That’s mean.”, Sana says.

“Because we dare you.”, Adam grins. “Or is Ms. Sana Bakkoush backing down from a dare?”

“Oooh.”, Mikael reacts and makes Chris and Vilde laugh out loud.

Then Noora and Eva give their input: “It’s kinda fun. And if you only throw one or two it won’t be that bad.”

“Plus it’s going to rain the whole rest of the week so you won’t have to worry about the eggs being stuck on the facade of the house.”

Sana sighs. She knows, if she doesn’t do this, the boys (and the girls) will not let her live that down. Especially not her older brother Elias. Sana and him might have had a stupid argument that escalated before they left the house a couple of hours ago. So Sana knows exactly why he grins at her mischievously. 
As much as she loves her brother, they do get into verbal fights a lot. 

“Whose house?”, Sana simply asks. 
She already feels bad about it. She never thought she would egg someone’s house. Well, that happens when her friends get together with her brother and his friends. 

Elias has an awesome idea for that. He sits up straight and asks Noora for a number between 1 and 5. “Four”
Then Mikael. “One”
Then Chris. “Two”
And finally Eva. “Five”

“Okay, so.. We’ll walk up this street and turn right at the fourth junction. Turn left after one traffic light. Walk for two minutes, stop. And the fifth house from there on is the one Sana is going to egg.”

While Sana just sits there, glaring at her brother who has the time of his life, her friends all seem to love this idea. 

So they all stand up and do as Elias said. 

At least the sun is setting. It won’t be too obvious then. Sana knows she shouldn’t do that. But she really doesn’t want to be teased by her friends for the rest of the year just because she would’ve backed down from a dare. 

As soon as they stand in front of the house they randomly choose with the numbers, Mutta gives Sana two eggs. Then, all of her friends vanish. They run away, to the other side of the street and hide behind bushes to watch. 

Sana looks at them a bit weirded out and confused but just wants to get this over with. But first Sana thinks to herself. Where would the eggs make the least damage? 

Hoping she’ll be forgiven for this, Sana throws the first egg after making sure nobody that lives there is at the windows or something. 

From the other side of the street she can hear one of the boys exclaim: “She really did it." 
Rolling her eyes Sana lifts her hand to throw the next one and get out of there as quickly as possible. 
Well, she doesn’t get to throw it. 

"Hey!”, someone shouts. 

Sana thinks it’s one of her friends and turns around. But the person walking towards her is not one of the people that were or still are hiding behind the bushes.
It’s a woman wearing a hijab and a police uniform. Sana’s initial reaction is pride, somehow. She’s really happy to see a police officer wearing a hijab. 

But then panic ensues. 

Quickly, probably too fast, Sana hides the egg she is holding in the pocket of her jacket. Smiling sheepishly but trying to look like she didn’t do anything she shouldn’t have done, Sana tries to move away slowly.

“What were you just doing, dear?”, the woman asks without a trace of sarcasm in that last part. She genuinely just wants to know.

“Eh..”, Sana says, trying to look over the woman’s head to see if her friends are still there.

“Anne! Let me help you wi…”, both women hear a third voice.

The voice is coming from behind Sana and both her and the woman turn towards the source of the voice. 
It relieves Sana. She gets more time to think of a believable excuse as to why she was egging that house. That police officer’s house.

The interruption of Sana’s most likely following interrogation finally comes to stand next to the women.

It’s a guy with dark hair, fairly tall. 
He smiles at the woman, his mother, and turns his gaze towards Sana.

“What’s going on?”, he asks.

Sana is still so busy with trying to think of a good excuse that she doesn’t really look at him.

The police officer says: “Well, this girl here threw something, I believe an egg, at our house. Right when I parked the car at the street.”

She did? Sana didn’t even realize that someone was parking their car.

“If you don’t give me a good explanation I’ll have to file a report for vandalism, since you have another egg in your pocket.”

Then both of the strangers turn to Sana, with a questioning look.

Sana blurts out the first excuse she can think of, why someone would egg a house. She doesn’t want a report to be filed. Not because of a stupid dare. And she can’t say it was a dare, can she now?

“I was mad at him and didn’t think about what I was doing.”, Sana says quickly, pointing at the dark haired boy.

The woman takes a step towards Sana, and then looks back at her son and back at Sana again.

The boy, who is standing behind his mother, looks at Sana with the most confused face so Sana tries to convey to him to just play along please.

“Why were you mad at Yousef?”, the police officer asks. She really seems to ask as a mother, not as a police officer.

When she looks at the boy again, Sana stands on her tiptoes and shakes her head at the boy. He’s still looking at her.

Sana mouths a ‘Please’ and hopes he understands what she means.

Only now Sana realizes how attractive that boy is. It’s the worst timing.

The police officer lady narrows her eyes at her son and when he doesn’t answer, she looks at Sana again.

“It’s… it’s something between us…”, Sana says, not sounding very convincing.

She hates this situation. She starts panicking but forces herself to not act on it in any way. Not now. But she’ll definitely kill Adam and Elias in a bit, if she can go home later.

“Since you were egging my house too..”, the woman says, “.. I think I should get to know too.”

Sana opens her mouth to object but no words come out. What can she say that makes this less awkward and looking less bad?

“Mom, it’s really just between us.”

Sana’s head snaps up and she tries to conceal her surprised look when Yousef’s mother looks from him to her a few times. She looks at the two teenagers as if she’s trying to figure out what they are referring to.

“Okay then. I’ll let you off with a warning for now.”, Sana hears the woman say. 
However, Sana’s eyes are still on that boy, Yousef. When his mother is not looking he looks at Sana with wide eyes, as if he doesn’t believe that he just said that. But Sana is grateful.

“Thank you! I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just didn’t really think.”, Sana says hastily. Her relief is very obvious.

“But..”, the woman says with a soft smile playing on her lips, her eyes trailing from her son to Sana. “… I want you two to sit down and talk over whatever your issue is. So something like this doesn’t happen again.”

“That’s not necessary… I’m sorry. This won’t happen again, I promise.”, Sana tries to talk her way out of this. Just when she thought she got away.

Yousef and Sana look at each other with wide eyes, both not knowing what exactly to do.

Sana doesn’t know him.

Yousef doesn’t know her.

“No, I think it’d be wise.”, the officer’s voice is strict now. Sana imagines that’s how she talks during her job.

“Mom.”, Yousef interrupts but just a look shuts him up.

“What’s your name, dear?”, Sana is asked by her. Now she smiles softly again.

“Sana.”

“Sana, I really think you two should settle this. Why don’t you come over tomorrow afternoon and you’ll solve this problem.”



The prompt this is based on:
'im egging your house for a dare but your parent is a cop and they’re yelling at me so i told them that you were my ex and you wronged me and now you’re coming outside and please go along with this i don’t want to go to jail’ au for yousana (yousef is the one who plays along)  

I’m sorry but I need this to be said

This is my mother.
This is my mother mentally abusing me.

My mother has ruined my life in the following ways:

Divorced my father and took me with her, causing him to spiral into depression

Called me FATASS for eating anything

Called me stupid for not getting As in math

Forbid me from having friends at my birthday party

She’s beaten me several times

She’s ignoring my opinion

She’s treated me like garbage

She’s left s scar on me

She’s kicked me out multiple times

She’s the reason I tried to kill myself last year

She’s the reason I need therapy

My therapist looked at me like I was crazy when I told her of what my mothers done

My mom has ignored me being extremely sick and sent me to school (throwing up sick)
Which made it worse

She threw a plate at my head

She dragged me across carpet by my legs

She’s slapped me

She once acted like I beat her when I bumped into her and winced everytime I came near her

She make my suicide attempt about herself

And the worst part?

The police can’t arrest her. We called them.
At the time there wasn’t a mark on me, like a bruise or cut. We waited too long so any red marks were gone

Please remember mental abuse is a thing, and it’s a very, very serious thing. It affects so many children but nothing is done.


Thank you for your time.

re: tone policing

aka, pro tip for anyone trying to ally and/or stay in their own lane:

don’t tell us that “we’ll never achieve [x] that way” or “don’t fight fire with fire, don’t fight hate with hate”, especially when it comes to CONVERSATION. if people are gonna go beat up their oppressors in the streets? imo, maybe worth a second thought. but if they’re just gonna call these people names on the internet? keep ur mouth shut please

most underprivileged people know that, for the most part, yelling at people on the internet isn’t going to get stuff done. most of the time, polite conversation and mutual respect etc, is the way to get people on side. duh. whether we like it or not, they have to like you to give a f*ck

the thing is…

when someone hates who you are, or they “don’t hate you, they just don’t think you deserve [equality]”, or when they are advocating for people like you to be killed… that doesn’t matter

political expediency goes out the window

the “best way to do things” goes out the window.

people are allowed to be annoyed, frustrated, and angry, that they are being oppressed, threatened and killed.

they are allowed to be angry that they are constantly made to feel unsafe.

they are allowed to not give a f*ck for thirty seconds, while they rage against a world, a system or a person that hates them

you’ve probably heard this part before, but ending oppression should not be the role of the oppressed. it’s not our job to be nice. we often are, because we want to be, and sometimes because we have to be because that’s how we beg our rights back. but we don’t have to behave better than you to be worth the same.

people who put the effort and the energy and the emotional labour into politely guiding their oppressors towards goodness should be praised, rewarded, showered with gratitude. not pulled out to lord over those who are less dignified in their response to bullsh*t

My Heart’s in the Highlands - Chapter 19

Fandom: OUAT

Pairing: Bellish, Swanfire, Snowing

Rating: T

Summary: With Rumplestiltskin gone, Belle can’t face going back to the Enchanted Forest without him. She leaves Storybrooke forever, travels the world, and ends up in a small village in Scotland, where she meets a constable with a very familiar face.

AO3

Chapter 19: Th’envious Treachery of Man

The investigation into Neal’s disappearance takes a turn, and Belle may have discovered the curse caster’s purpose - but nothing is as it seems, and it appears there’s more than one agenda at work.

Hamish would never complain about his land rover again. The little yellow Volkswagen was the single worst police vehicle he’d ever seen, and as it bounced over the roots and rocks in the road, he gritted his teeth and reminded himself that there were worse things to endure. Next to him was the proof of that; Emma was beside herself, her face white as a sheet and her knuckles bloodless where she gripped the steering wheel.

“I can’t believe I sent him out here alone,” she said. “We all knew how dangerous it was…the monkeys and the witch and…what if something happened to him?”

“We’ll find him, Miss Swan,” Hamish said, grimacing as they hit a particularly jarring pothole.

“Don’t call me that,” she said. “You sound too much like…just call me Emma.”

“You weren’t fond of…him…either, eh?”

Emma stopped the car abruptly and jumped out, Hamish following her. “I didn’t like him, but I didn’t dislike him. He was Neal’s dad and Henry’s other grandfather, and he was the reason my parents got together. It’s just weird, y’know? He was…him. And he and Belle were…them. And then she shows up with you and it’s just…” She shook her head. “God, where is he? How am I supposed to…”

She stopped, staring off into the trees, and then took off at a run, Hamish following after her. David knelt in a clearing, looking exhausted and bewildered, his clothes muddy and torn.

“Dad! Are you okay?” Emma reached his side and wrapped her hands around his arm, pulling him to his feet. “Where’s the witch?”

“It wasn’t her,” David said.

“Who was it?”

“Me…myself.”

Yourself?” Emma looked stunned. “Okay, so…where…where is…are…you?”

“I defeated it. It was playing on my worst fears, things I’ve never told anyone, not even your mother. Only when I admitted my fears was I able to stab it with my sword.”

“What sword?” Hamish asked. He glanced around on the forest floor, but saw nothing but leaves.

“The hilt - when I stabbed the…whatever it was…with my sword, the hilt disappeared.” David raised troubled eyes to Emma’s. “Why would it disappear? Where would it go?”

Emma shrugged helplessly.

“Emma.”

The three of them turned at the sound of the new voice, and Emma let out a strangled cry.

Neal!

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