#tw law enforcement

[researchjournalism]

Hello Tumblr

This is a new side blog I started from @potato-frend-blog for a new-ish hobby into research journalism.

I'm currently working on U.S. Police statistics and research so Tumblr users can have a well-rounded picture of U.S. Law enforcement. Beware some studies and stats might be disturbing for some viewers.

If anybody has any ideas for the next couple of topics they can send this blog an ask.

[the-iron-shoulder]

I wish sovcits weren’t uniformly just garbage people

as a D&D/fantasy lover, I can respect their bananas lore of how making these mystic invocations of bullshit principles lets you Unlock The Code and force everyone else to play by your rules instead… that’s a fun fantasy

pity that they’re universally shitheads so I can’t even just be like “teehee silly fun lore”

[demonsandpieohmy]

No matter if you think the shooting was staged or not, the fact that Trump kept popping up from the group of secret service agents who were covering him with their bodies and risking their lives for that sack of shit, just so he could cheer and rile up his supporters, shows such a lack of respect to the people who would literally take a bullet for him

[deviantplum]

On his first day in office Trump Force-Femmed the entire country by defining gender as the sex you were at conception. But human embryos do not differentiate by sex until 6wks of gestation. We are all technically "female" at conception.

[multiplicity-positivity]

Here’s some positivity for introjects of police officers!

Introjects often form for a reason, and many do not get to choose their source. Discovering that your source is an authority figure or member of law enforcement can be a scary, frustrating, or overwhelming experience! However, introjects are not their sources, and it is possible to live a full and happy life as an introject of a police officer without holding onto the beliefs or moral values of your source. This post goes out to any introject of a police officer out there!

Shoutout to police fictives who formed due to their system’s special interest or hyperfixation!

Shoutout to police introjects who have been traumatized by police officers or other law enforcement!

Shoutout to introjects of police officers who are trying to source separate or distance themselves from their sources for their own comfort and well-being!

Shoutout to introjects of police who are leftists, anarchists, and police abolitionists!

Shoutout to those who are factives of police officers their own system knows or has interacted with in real life!

Shoutout to police introjects who are working to let go of harmful beliefs held by their source!

Shoutout to introjects whose sources are not technically police, but are still a part of the law enforcement system (i.e. detectives, federal agents, prosecutors, etc.)!

Shoutout to police introjects who educate others about safe alternatives to calling the police in emergency situations!

Shoutout to police introjects who are afraid to reveal their source to others due to how they could potentially be perceived!

To any introject of a police officer out there, we want to remind you that the occupation of your source does not define you in any way, and you are so much more than the job that was held by your source! You matter, your ideas matter, and you deserve respect, healing, and peace as you come to terms with who your source is and how that affects you. While it may certainly be painful, frightening, or uncomfortable to learn your source is a police officer, we genuinely hope that you will be able to find happiness and a positive purpose in your life. Please do your best to take care of yourself and your system, and have a great day!

[athena5898]

GERMANY (PrR)(Quds) — Police brutally attack demonstration demanding an end to the genocidal war on Gaza

[vuulpecula]

✖ @deficd ❤'d for a small starter !

After the day he'd had, the last thing he wanted was what he saw hanging around the front yard. Fucking Harkonnens. Teeth already gritted, Alexei exited his cruiser, locking it behind him--couldn't be too careful. At his hip, his service weapon hung heavily as if reminding him it was there, all too ready to use. His fingers itched.

"Thought I told you to stay out of this neighborhood, boy," Alexei frowned. Continuing his walk to his own home. Out of habit, skipping the first wooden step up to his trailer--he'd need to fix that one day. "Go run home before I give your uncle a call." Or before he put a bullet between his eyes--lord knew the town would probably thank him for it, but he wasn't yet ready to deal with the headache that would be Vladimir. "Ain't nothing here for you."

[cantfightmoonlight]

"Where the hell is he?" She never raised her voice and yet the entire station seemed to practically shake as she snapped her head around at the officer before her. The fire that burned within her dark eyes was enough to swallow any man whole. But, the most terrifying feature of the Clan Leader that night was the clear control that seemed to reverberate through her wind pips as she stared down at the Lunar Cove Sheriff as if they were nothing more than an irritating bug she could crush at any given moment with the sole of her heel.

"Don't you dare," Meena took the time to draw out each syllable as she casted a threat their way with one stormy gaze. She had been putting up with the incompetence of the town's law enforcement for quite some time now, but this was the icing on the god damn utterly useless cake. The previous Council members had all, but died on their watch and the first lead they got came, not from them, but from her department. Millie had done their job for them, practically extending the win out on a silver platter and all they had to do was bring the vampire home safely. And yet, where the fuck was Theo now? They let him go like bumbling pair of morons. They let him leave, likely, right out the door, without anyone fucking noticing. It was impermissible and it took everything in her to hold her anger back as she muttered out between closed teeth, "I'll deal with you all later," before speeding off into the night. For, if Theo had left of his own accords, then she knew that there was only place he'd be.

Home.

Meena rarely used her vampire speed to zip around town. It was far too conspicuous for her own liking. Only that night, she chose to make an exception. She was all but a blur as she tore through the town. It was a miracle, in it of itself, that she managed to slow back down to a walking pace as she made it to the front door. Not that it would have made much a difference. Kadir had already broken the lock and part of the wood frame to the door along with it. Something that she had been meaning to replace, only now she hardly paid the door any mind. Not when a familiar pink box sat out on the front step. He always had to make a grand entrance, didn't he? A broken and melancholic smile itched at the corner of her lips in regards to the less than subtle message he had left her. Back when they had been married and Theo hadn't been presumed to be dead, he'd often leave ridiculously ostentatious gifts out on their front stoop. It had been his way of her trying to butter her up or 'apologize'. His way of attempting to say the right thing so that he could be removed from the dog house and allowed back inside, whether he actually sorry or not. She'd had always known deep down that it was the latter, but if she liked the gift enough, she'd let him come crawling back. She had no one else after all and, as many times as he fucked up or was an ass, he did always come back. Or at least was until she open a present to find a heart.

It had been months since she had last seen a gift like this sitting out on the front stoop. A sight that, two days ago, would have likely sent her into another panic attack. But, now things were different. Now, Meena didn't spare another glance at the box as she sped past it, leaving it behind her as she rounded the corner towards his wing. The wing she had made sure to preserve in the precise state she had found it in. And when she saw him, she didn't hesitant to fling her arms around him, blinking back any tears her misty eyes were threatening to drop as she gasped out his name, "Teddy."

"You fucking asshole," She choked back the start of a laugh as she buried her face into the nape of his neck. "You're alive," Her voice broke. Her words all, but a soft murmur against his skin as she stood there clinging onto him as if too afraid to let go just yet.Meena may have master the art of pretending not to give a shit in public. She may have masqueraded better than the best of them as an indifferent widow who could hardly care less that her husband had passed, to the point where there were whispers of rumors in town declaring that she, herself, must have offed the man. But, as much as a part of her did truly still hate Theo, the blatant indifference had always been just that- an act. And as much as she may no longer be legally married to him (having declared him dead fairly quickly after he had been taken) and as much as he made her want to strangle him on a daily basis, he was still family at the end of the day. As toxic and as questionable as that may seem and she'd never dare admit it out loud, but ignoring the gut wrenching feeling of seeing him standing before her alive once more, as if no time had ever passed, he brought forth, she did feel some twisted semblance of relief in the fact that he was still alive.

for: @cantfightmoonlight​​ ( Meena )

It was in the rays of early sunset, when the sky was tinted with a multitude of soft colours that Theodore Moore finally broke through the forest line, sights cast momentarily upward before shielding his eyes for even in the dying of the light the world was too bright. It was hard to say how long he had been walking, the woods began dark when he escaped and they remained in such a state till now, going from one darkness to another hardly said anything, but at least he could say he was out of that hell hole now. 

Indenting the fresh powder of snow with heavy footprints, which could be easily tracked seeing as grew careless the longer he remained shrouded in the shadows of trees, but no one followed, no one sought. However, this passage of time, unlike when he had first been kidnapped and held captive, he could gauge. It could’ve been weeks or even months since he was taken, but it had been four days since he escaped. And, much like at the beginning it was hunger that gnawed at him. Riding off on the indulgences he built in his life, having people on his whim and command, it was hunger that proved most dangerous when denied, though call it a foolish moral sense of duty or pride for the town he founded, Theo, despite the torture and pain, refused to yield so easily. But with increasing silence from him and rescue attempts for him, hope crushed to hate under closed fists, morals no longer held importance when self preservation became the primary motivator and eventually lips loosened, slowly at first but then with ease lacing information given with personal vengeance. 

He found them first, making his way as they called out his name and considered it the closet thing to a miracle that he didn’t drain one entirely of their blood when teeth sunk into flesh. A diet of wild animals may have satiated in the moment, but the richness of human blood could not compare, they couldn’t fault him, nor did he care if they did. Theo could have made his way back to town by himself, having made it this far, what were a few miles more? But they had finally come to their senses and sought him out, and he let them lead the way, let them provide him room and space to clean up, to rid himself of the caked on dirt and dried blood. But then began their requests, of telling him to stay saying the mayor would be on her way, the clan leader, his apparent ex-wife. In silence he took that information in, though he managed hide the way hate began to brew the twist of his features into surprise he couldn’t mask. Nodding in agreement, but with no intentions to keep his word, Theo slipped off into the night and down an all too familiar path which he had not been in months. 

There was an odd sort of comfort as he set foot onto the estate grounds, the way a smile automatically tugged at his lips and the exhale of tightly coiled tension, he missed the  place greatly. He let himself into an empty house, footsteps echoing through wide hallways as feet guided down to his wing, his quarters, surprise taking hold yet again to find nothing changed even if everything else had. Ideas as best to let her know of his presence echoed in his head as he paced back and forth, a habit from time immemorial but all things halted when his foot hit a box by his bed. Of course. A practice that was wholly them in every way, though in the past there was usually a gift in it, but this time, well, the gift was his return. 

With the box by the door, he walked about the place seeing as there wasn’t much to do but wait now. But soon enough footsteps echoed, lights turned on, and there she was, “Hello, Mimi. Miss me?”

[destielmemenews]

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[bittyfromquotev]

So. Being raised conservative, I never really understood why people hated cops. Because like. They’re supposed to be the good guys. They’re supposed to help us.

I’m reading Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson now and.

I get it now. What the fuck. What do you MEAN this FRAGILE UNSTABLE CHILD GETS SENT TO ADULT JAIL FOR KILLING SOMEONE ABUSIVE BUT NO HE WAS “A GREAT MAN” BECAUSE HE WAS A COP AND NO ONE MOVED HIM TO JUVIE UNTIL STEVENSON SAID THE KID WAS RAPED?????

What do you MEAN A MALE CORRECTIONAL OFFICER RAPED A TROUBLED GIRL IN A GIRLS PRISON AND WAS ONLY FIRED AND NOT CHARGED WHEN SHE GOT FUCKING PREGNANT.

WHAT THE FUCK!?

[nando161mando]

Former Rochester police officer sentenced to 10 weekends in jail for raping 13-year-old

https://fox28savannah.com/news/nation-world/former-rochester-police-officer-sentenced-to-10-weekends-in-jail-for-raping-13-year-old-shawn-jordan-forcible-touching

[crows-bottle-cap]

i would be a great detective if guns weren't a thing

[multiplicity-positivity]

hey this is kinda a weird thing but im one of two alters who formed from Brooklyn 99 and its kinda weird to fully agree with ACAB while also knowing i am/was a cop,,, can we get some positivity for that? sorry that’s really weird

Hey, so this was really tough for us, as a system who is anti-police and who has been traumatized due to terrible interactions with police in the past. We did write a positivity post for introjects of police officers, because introjects of cops are people, they’re not their source, and they do deserve some positivity (we imagine it can be scary and disheartening to learn your source is a cop).

This post is in the queue and will be up tomorrow night at 8:00pm est. We’ve left it out of our usual tags to protect those in the plural tags who don’t want to see posts referencing the police. We hope it works for both you and your fellow alter from Brooklyn 99. If not we’re really sorry… like I said writing that post was pretty tough for us.

[news4dzhozhar]

I don't know what's crazier about this - that someone so desperate for his voice to be heard and the cause that means so much to him to be seen that he attempts (and may likely succeed in suicide in such a painful way) or that 1 of the cops stands with his gun aimed at the man who is fully engulfed in flames for a full minute. At least 1 person had the common sense to yell, while others scrambled around, "I don't need more guns, I need another fire extinguisher".

This is the 2nd person to do this in the past 3 months. Before these 2 I'd only ever heard of this happening in the late 60s when a Buddhist monk, sat in lotus position & set himself on fire to protest the escalating Vietnam war.

[kodokugumon]

the fact that so many child abuse laws are like "its not child abuse unless it leaves a lasting mark" is so fucking crazy to me. You can hit a kid as long as your fists weren't closed and you hit them light enough