#Police Careers

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[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[noyzinerd]

Sterek Rival Lawyers AU

It's A (Court) Date

Imagine, high-class, Ivy League, hot-shot, attorney Derek comes back from New York to the family firm to take over as partners with his sister after his parents decide to step down. He may not be on the level of his mother yet, but he's cut his teeth against Wall Street wolves and ruthless white-collar sharks. Derek's more than proved himself, so he just can't fathom these small criminal court cases his family is making him take "before he's truly ready" to be a part of the family business.

Enter in his first case. Right out the gate, the state assigned defense is, not only late to court, but also arrives in a flurry of limbs and papers, tripping all over himself, and profusely apologizing to the room as a whole. "Sorry! Sorry! Car trouble!"

The guy is out of breath, tie crooked and hair a mess. It makes Derek wrinkle his nose at the unprofessionalism and the blatant disrespect to everyone's valuable time.

The presiding judge, the Honorable Ms. Lydia Martin, only sighs a heavy sigh, as if this sight is nothing new, and says "Mr. Stilinski, I suggest you don't let it happen again."

Derek is honestly getting annoyed by how easy this is going to be. He could've been doing literally anything else right about now rather than being here going against a common rent-a-lawyer with some Podunk community-college degree. The opening statement for the defense is laughably inept. Full of nervous stuttering, backtracking, running tangents, and babbling. He's still apologizing, trying to assure the jury that he's just having an off-day today.

It's embarrassing to watch.

Nonetheless, Derek goes through the motions, practiced and poised. Examines all the evidence, presenting times and dates, prior arrest records, the works.

During this time, Mr. Stilinski is frantically (and VERY LOUDLY) flitting through a cartoonishly large stack of papers and whispering to his client. Derek has to fight to grit his teeth through his presentation.

Finally, it's time for Mr. Stilinski to cross-examine Derek's client and, unbeknownst to him, the beginning of Derek's long, long spiral of madness for the rest of his career.

"Judge Martin, I would like to move to have this case thrown out."

"Oh?" asks Judge Martin. For some reason, there's an amused smirk, almost fond, tugging at her lips "On what grounds?"

A giddy, almost manic, grin takes over the defense attorney's face just then. "On the grounds that the prosecution's client is full of bullshit."

The judge rolls her eyes and an exasperated "Stiles," slips from her lips, seemingly against her will. (Derek's not really surprised by the familiarity between the two of them. With how often state-assigned lawyers are called to the courtroom on small cases, it wouldn't be too big of a leap to suggest they might be chummy.)

"Respectfully, of course." Mr. Stilinski--er Stiles?--winks back at her.

"Objection. Your honor, this is ridiculous."

"Overruled. Make your point, Stilinski."

"Mr. Davis says he saw my client at 12:30 P.M., on August 4th, attempting to take his back-right hubcap outside his apartment. Mr. Davis' apartment complex at that time, on that particular day, would have cast a huge shadow over the back lot as evidenced by the gaudy sundial-art-installation outside the courthouse. Meanwhile, my client's picture, when taken in for questioning, has a sunburn on the entire right side of his face. This would corroborate Mr. Lyle's story of walking home alone, down the upper, unshaded side of Elmore Street, during one of the hottest days of the year, for an hour straight. Also, the fact that Mr. Davis has no realistic idea how long it would actually take a person to steal a hubcap should be evidence enough."

"Uh-huh. And this wouldn't happen to be something you've ever had any expertise in, would it, counsel?"

"I plead the 5th."

And just like that, Derek's case is thrown out so quick, he's still reeling about it all the way home.

For the next two years, this becomes Derek's life. This man, this Stiles Stilinski, keeps showing up like a whirlwind and absolutely puts him in his paces.

Stiles, as he insists Derek call him, is a powerhouse. Relentless and unstoppable. That mouth can filibuster for literal hours (which, for those unfamiliar, is when someone legally cannot be forced to give up their time on the floor as long as they can keep talking), that brain quick as a whip, with a hunger for research, a mastery of the English language svelte enough to trip up even the most well-rehearsed lie, and an attention to detail like nothing Derek has ever witnessed before. It's like he knows every law inside and out. Lives it. Breathes it. It's like he had been raised on the law his whole life. Not only that, it's like Stiles enjoys it. Every case is a new game to get excited about.

All of it makes Derek's blood boil.

However, it's not always about losing to Stiles all the time, because, honestly, that might be less humiliating.

In truth, when faced against Stiles, Derek's bound to win about 60% of the time. Out of that 60%, only 5% of those wins actually feel earned. As for the other 55%?

He knows Stiles is letting him win.

Derek can't prove it, but he knows the asshole is holding back on purpose nearly half the time. Knowing that Stiles could have beaten him if he wanted to, but didn't, is somehow more frustrating than just losing.

He hates Stiles.

He hates that the guy is so chipper and playful all the damn time. He hates that Stiles could probably work at any firm he wanted, could make enough money to get a decent car that doesn't shit out all the time, could buy a proper-fitting suit, but instead CHOOSES to stay here "watching out for the little guy", as he so put it.

He hates that facing Stiles in court is the most challenged, the most motivated he's ever felt in his entire life. He hates that Stiles brings out in him the spark of passion and drive Derek had long thought had died. He hates that Stiles always tries to banter with him during recess or whenever they have to exchange evidence.

He hates finding out that Stiles only loses cases on purpose when his endless amounts of research points to the defendant actually being guilty of horrendous crimes, because Stiles is a good fucking person.

He hates Stiles' constant teasing and he hates that Stiles is somehow able to bring Derek down to his childish level to tease back. He hates how much he looks forward to court-dates with Stiles now. He hates being invited out by Stiles over and over to grab a bite together after a long day, as if Stiles hasn't been wiping the floor with him on this case for the last month. He hates it even more that he always accepts and that now they have their own designated booth at the diner across the street. Derek's so unbelievably frustrated, it makes him want to bite Stiles at the neck just to hear that smartass mouth squeal.

"Hey, I ever tell you I was thinking of quitting before you arrived?" Stiles asks one night as they're walking to their cars.

Derek's head immediately snaps to him at that. "What?"

Stiles smiles distantly at the thought. "Oh, yeah. Things had started feeling like being trapped in a cubicle, y'know? There wasn't any challenge in it anymore."

"What made you stay?"

"Well...you did. You were the first, serious competition I'd faced in a while. It wasn't a matter of winning just to win, anymore. Going against you always reminded me of the reason why it was important for me to win. It gave me stakes, because now there was an actual chance I could lose and an innocent person could go to jail. You, I don't know, kinda reignited my passion for fighting the good fight, I guess."

Derek can feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He wants to say 'You did the same for me!' He wants to tell Stiles that he didn't think his life could ever be this fun or happy or messy or chaotic or exhilarating or challenging or fulfilling before coming to Beacon Hills.

But just as Derek goes to open his mouth to sing Stiles' praises, he instead finds himself roughly shoving him up against the Camaro and biting hungrily at that mouth and tongue that's been the bane of his existence. There's a surprised little squeak that Derek quickly swallows up, but it isn't long before they're both tearing at each others' clothes and fucking each other dirty in the backseat of Derek's car.

What's crazy is, after they get together, nothing in their careers really changes. The only difference is now they get to fuck each others' brains out after an intense battle in court (and the sound Stiles makes when Derek bites him is exactly what he always imagined it would sound like). They still face against each other on opposite sides in court. They still give it everything they got, no conceding even if they are dating now. Not to mention, Derek wouldn't dream of tempting Stiles over to his firm. Not when he knows Stiles is at his best staying where he's at.

The day Derek's family finally decides it's time for him to take over the firm with Laura is the best day of his and Stiles' lives.

Not only does Derek tell them he's declining, he hires Stiles as his attorney to negotiate terms against his entire family of well-seasoned lawyers.

The entire month-long negotiation results in Derek, not saying a single word, but absolutely beaming as he watches his boyfriend run circles around his mother, his father, his uncle, and both of his sisters on contracts. It's so unbelievably hot, they're banging on whatever flat surface they can get their hands on every time they leave the boardroom. There's even one very memorable blowjob in the empty hall outside the boardroom when Stiles somehow manages to get Peter to agree to a (most likely illegal) clause dictating the firm will pay Stiles a finder's fee for any pro-bono case Stiles takes on outside of Beacon Hills that strikes his fancy.

And, no one says it, but they all know Derek definitely, 100%, dragged his own firm through this negotiation just to show off how incredible Stiles is to his family and preen about it.

--

Fast-forward, Derek is going to be in the audience for the first time for one of Stiles' cases.

While waiting in the hall, Derek sees a familiar face from his New York days. The prosecution has hired the eighth best lawyer money can get, Jackson Whittemore. He's sporting a Rolex, sunglasses indoors, and the face of someone who thinks he's above literally every other person in town.

Well, at least until he sees Derek.

For some reason, Jackson seems to think Derek is all the way out in the middle of nowhere to 'watch a master at work' (which...well...is technically true...).

As Derek goes to sit in the audience, Jackson tells him in passing, "This'll be over so fast, probably won't even get a chance to learn the other guy's name."

Derek chuckles and says back, "Ooh, buddy, you have no idea."

Before Jackson can think more on that, a whirlwind of limbs and papers suddenly hurls through the doors.

Derek sits back, gets comfy, and waits eagerly for the show to begin.

My first moodboard. Hope you enjoy. AU based on a discussion with @casually-eat-my-soul (I suggest checking out their version). This was kind of like a divergence from that (the brain juices just started flowing).

[puretopia]

first few days going cute, only JUST learnt that infants can interact with pets ;-;;; also currently in the progress of making a 'club for the creatives' so that Heidi can host pretend art courses at the church!!

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Agent Widow by Ellen Kim/melatoneun (instagram)

[confused-robot-cat]

Neil Gaiman: I'm not a Scientologist. Tumblrinas: Did you hear that? Neil Gaiman's a Scientologist!!!

Yeah, I'm totally gonna believe you guys when you say he's guilty, sure.

[mariocki]

Jacqueline Pearce guest stars as fashion model Leonie Peters, but it could be she's mixed up in bank robbery and murder in New Scotland Yard: The Banker (1.10, LWT, 1972)

[tequilaasquared]

So I totally agree with the sentiment that S6-9 was painful without Mickey because I almost gave up myself. But I’ll be an Ian Gallagher defender to the end and I really hate when his own stans dismiss his storyline because Mickey wasn’t there and they hated his love interests.

Him becoming an EMT was arguably one of his most important story arcs throughout the whole series and it was crucial to his character development. And more importantly (for me anyways) it was such positive representation of life after a bipolar diagnosis. Watching someone deal with a life changing diagnosis and not be villainised by the narrative and see them make something of their life and have a career and stability, was so inspirational to me.

(I’m not including the s8-9 gay jesus storyline in this rant because I acknowledge that it WAS objectively poorly written despite it having potential)

I totally understand if Mickey is your fave and you aren’t interested in Ian’s arc without him. I get that the show would be boring and a waste of your time if your fave is gone and none of the other characters are interesting enough for you to continue watching. But to see Gallavich stans call Ian’s development trash and outright invalidate it is always so disheartening to me. Especially when I’ve seen the same people praise the other Gallagher sibling storylines just to purposely dismiss Ian’s. Like you can just say you weren’t interested because Mickey wasn’t with him without shitting on him.

[dhrmonth]

Dramione Month Daily Roundup

Here is the Day 25 roundup of Dramione Month works! ⏳✨ 

AO3 Links:

Echoes of Another Life by anna_hawk: G, 2,101 words, 1/6 Chapters

Day Twenty-Six - Curse-Breaker by Peaches_on_Waffles: G, 646 words, 1/1 Chapters

Day Twenty-Five - Aurors/Police by Peaches_on_Waffles: T, 522 words, 1/1 Chapters

In Between The Silence by ohthedrarry: M, 9,156 words, 2/9 Chapters

Disarmed by You by anna_hawk: G, 3,313 words, 1/1 Chapters

Unspeakable anniversary by Hyemi_28: G, 525 words, 1/1 Chapters

Day Twenty-Four - Potions Master by Peaches_on_Waffles: T, 531 words, 1/1 Chapters

Tumblr Posts:

SocMed by augustaoctavia87 (Also on Instagram)

Art by zelenyi_kit_art (Also on Instagram and Twitter)

Art by sophiesstreet (Also on Instagram and Twitter)

Art by LunaP999Art (Also on Instagram and Twitter)

Twitter Posts:

Fic by pixydustworld

Fic by stephndrsn

Ficlet by PeachesnWaffles

Drabble by TheOther_Lore

Ficlet by thisisntdd

Drabble by UnaOrion

Art by Lynny_Art (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by nothing_devils

Ficlet by allslowadagio

Ficlet by PeachesnWaffles

Ficlet by helleonore1

Ficlet by MissusBWrites (Also on Instagram)

Art by iitsito (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by stephndrsn

Ficlet by PeachesnWaffles

Ficlet by helledore

Fic by Owritesstories

Instagram Posts:

Art by hyemi28_fanfictions

Ficlet by chronophobique (Also on Twitter)

Art by slytherin_scribe

Ficlet by where_doesshego

Art by sisiwako

Ficlet by dizzle0000

Part 1, Part 2

Art by bekazimi.art

Art by quillandpotions

[miinsang]

MINGI -  [THE WORLD EP.PARADIGM] Preview

[bubmyg]

it really costs nothing to just like. let a scenario play out how it may. particularly one that involves the police in a country you don’t live in

[faeratil]

If you go to a public place to conduct private business, and then complain to the staff about not kicking out a busload of very loud teenagers because you couldn’t hear your phone call, I have an idea for you.

Work from home.

We are a coffee shop. It is our job to sell coffee to anyone who walks through the door so long as they’re not breaking any rules. If it’s only one or two people and they’re being loud enough to annoy everyone else, then we’ll take action. But if forty teenagers come through that door and you expect it to be silent? You’re in the wrong place.

Also, the baristas do not design the buildings and we’re not going to put up a “no talking” sign like it’s a library. If you want that kind of vibe, they have coffee and WiFi inside of plenty of bookshops and libraries.

Please don’t blame the baristas for how other people behave or for how contractors decided to design a building. We just work here.

[areyouwho-ithinkyouare]

sorry nope literally can’t help myself so if you haven’t seen douglas is cancelled yet then go watch it instead of reading the rest of this post because legitimately major spoilers for a show you absolutely should watch as un-spoiled as possible.

The thing i keep coming back to with this (still, at times, genuinely flawed) show, is how i actually cannot think of any piece of media that tackles rape culture this specifically. This is not about rape. It is not a #metoo story - it’s about the culture that enables rape. It’s very very specifically NOT about sexual harassment/assault/coercion itself. Madeline brushes her feelings about Toby off - she gets to hate him forever but that’s simple. What matters to her is the man who was meant to be one of the good ones, who would never ever treat a woman the way Toby treated her, but who turned around and walked away when he saw that she was terrified and alone in Toby’s room. Who turned the traumatic experience he knew she had gone through into a quippy little one-liner to laugh about at parties, diminishing her work in the process. THATS the kind of man this show is calling out. And it’s about the women too - the wife desperately trying to stop her husband from admitting to anything while accusing madeleine of fucking him. The daughter who refuses to believe that her dad would ever lie to her. 

[overwatchfanskinarchive]

Secret Service Cole Cassidy by shima_dank (twitter)

[anxietyfrappuccino]

humanity over occupation

[postcard-from-the-past]

American-born actress Margarethe Morgan. She made her career in Constantinople, modern-day Istanbul, Turkey. Mistress of Fehim Pasha, head of Abdulhamit II's secret police. When her lover got outcasted, she fled to Vienna and started using her ex-lover's name.

Austrian vintage postcard