#tw: cops

[753398445a]

Today is Circus Parahumans' birthday!

Ways to celebrate:

Juggalo face paint

Steal shit

Use different gendered pronouns (for yourself - respect other people's still)

Fuck a gamer after his cringefail bf dies in Brazil

Speak using nothing but swear words all day

Stab a cop

Draw fanart of Circus

Anybody who fails to do at least two of these gets The Mallet.

#Circus Parahumans #Parahumans #Worm #worm spoilers #parahumans spoilers #Tw: cops #tw: death #tw: theft #holiday #celebration #festive #wormblr #birthday

[sortofanobsession]

Roy/Jaime fic idea: It's a normal morning and Jaime's getting ready to head out to training. He's just opened the door to step out when he stops dead in his tracks in horror because there standing on the other side of the door is a tiny little toddler with red stains all over her footed onesie, staring back at him, clutching her blanky. Jaime's understandably gonna be late to training.

A/N: This one was an emotional ride that just kept getting longer and longer. But I hope you all enjoy it.

Ao3

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Word Count: 5k+

Paring: Roy x Jamie (Romantic), Jamie x Ted (platonic), Roy x Ted (platonic), Keeley x Jamie (platonic, formerly romantic), Jamie x AFC Richmond Himbos (platonic, duh, but Sam and Jamie are besties)

Content warning: Child endangerment, blood, kidnapping (not by our boys), hospitals, police, orphan child, ptsd, a very scared child, fear, angst, worry, manipulation.

Tiny Morning Visitor

Roy had told Jamie to meet him at the Dog Track for training that morning. And Jamie had every intention to go, but he had opened his door to find a small child. The baby looked sleepy until they looked up at Jamie and started crying. Jamie has a crazy big soft spot for kids, probably because his childhood was so fucked up, and they were just so helpless and innocent. This one was in a little yellow-footed onesie with a bear on it, clutching a blanket. The onesie and the blanket were covered in red stains. Jamie was immediately horrified. He gets his phone out of his pocket with one hand as he carefully picks up the small child with the other. He dials 999 and waits. He has cameras because his dad has done shit, like break into his house. So he'll check those when the police are there. The child buries their tiny face into his jumper and sobs.

Roy is angry. Jamie had said he'd meet him at the pitch but didn't show. After 20 minutes, Roy got in his car with every intention to drive to Jamie's and shout at him. Whatever anger he had vanished when he saw the police cars pulled up outside of Jamie's home. Fear courses through Roy. If anything happened to Jamie, Roy didn't know what he would do. Jamie had been a persistent annoyance in his life. But he was an annoyance Roy enjoyed having around. Roy was out of the car faster than he thinks he ever has been and was stopped by a cop at Jamie's door, but before Roy could even fight the guy, he was being let in. 

"Figured you'd come round," Jamie says when Roy gets to his living room. Roy is shocked when he sees a toddler sitting on Jamie's lap being looked over by medics while Jamie apparently talks to the police. 

"And you don't know anything else?" The annoyed cop asks.

"I already told you she just showed up. I gave you the files from the cameras. I don't know anything else." The cop steps away to make a phone call. 

"What the fuck happened?" Roy asks. Moving to stand where the cop had been. And Roy's heart breaks when he looks at the toddler's tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. She has a white-knuckled grip on Jamie's fingers and clearly has no interest in going anywhere. He gets a glare from the medic for his language. 

"Sorry," he mutters.

"They took her blanket as evidence, and she isn't happy about it," Jamie says like somehow, that is what Roy is asking about and not the fact Jamie had missed training because a fucking child showed up on his doorstep. 

"Jamie," Roy says, doing his best not to shout at the striker. He knew how easily little kids could spook, and by the way she gripped Jamie's fingers in one hand, and her other fist was wrapped up in Jamie's jumper. She is probably one wrong move away from screaming her head off. "Where did she come from? How did she get here?"

"I have no idea. She was just there at my door when I was leaving to meet up with you. Nearly ran her over." It's quiet again as Roy tries to figure out what to say or do. Roy and Jamie both wince when the medic goes to pick the child up, and she screams. She screams until her face is beet red. Reaching towards Jamie. Roy can't watch this. He takes the child back from the frazzled medic and sets her back on Jamie's lap. Only now, it's Roy's fingers she grips in one hand, and Jamie's jumper is back in her little fist. Roy sighs. He understands the medic just wants to take the child to the hospital, but no one wants to upset the child any more than she already is. Eventually, despite Roy's protest, Jamie agrees to go with her if it will help. And the medic figures it's better than nothing. Roy thinks the entire thing is insane. 

"Jamie," Roy says when the medic leaves them for a minute. "You don't even know her." Roy manages to carefully extract his fingers from her grip, using his keys as a temporary distraction. He didn't care if she set his alarm off. The neighbors could go fuck themselves. If they weren’t already watching out their windows or standing in their gardens because of the cop cars. Yeah, fuck them. 

"I know, but she doesn't have anyone else right now. One day not training isn't gonna ruin my career, yeah?" Jamie says. "Look at her, Roy." And Roy does. He remembers when Phoebe was that tiny and would just latch on to him and not want to let go. Even when she was a little older, she'd cry if Roy left. Broke his heart every time. Phoebe was easier to deal with now. Buy her ice cream, and she's good. But this little one can't be much older than two, maybe younger. She looked like she was cutting a tooth the way she would occasionally tug Jamie's jumper into her mouth. Probably a molar, and he remembered how exhausted his sister was those days. Not that Jamie seemed to mind. She was small, teething, and terrified. She wouldn't be letting go anytime soon, and Roy knew it. Roy sighed. Fuck. No matter how this ended, Jamie was going to end up heartbroken. He gets too attached too quickly. Roy asks the medic to take her to the Emergency department at the hospital where his sister works and assures them that his sister will help with both the toddler and Jamie. The medic seemed relieved. Roy tells Jamie he'll meet them there. 

"She's cute. I'll give you that," Roy's sister, Dr. O’Sullivan, says when she meets Jamie at intake. 

"She is," Jamie agrees. 

"How about we get her looked at?" she says. Jamie looks uneasy. He looks back at the medic, that is talking to a nurse and giving her details. "You can stay with her. It'll be easier for everyone that way." 

"Right, yeah," Jamie follows her to a room. 

"You might want to get comfy. You might be here awhile.” She holds the crying toddler as Jamie takes his jumper off and tosses it on the bed since the little girl had already been chewing on it. She clearly liked the material. Jamie sits on the edge of the bed. "There we go," the doctor says as she hands the little one back to Jamie. Jamie hands the toddler his jumper, and she quiets to simple sniffles. 

"She's probably your tiniest number-one fan," Roy's sister grins. Jamie gives a nervous laugh. 

"Won't lie," Jamie says. "Kinda glad it's you looking after her."

Dr. O'Sullivan grins. "Could say the same thing, Tartt. I already know you're good with kids. Phoe thinks you're the best player out there now that Roy's on the sidelines. That and she thinks you make my brother happy. So I'm sure this little one has been in the best hands under the circumstances." Jamie is stunned. He knew Phoebe likes Jamie. She thought he was funny. He didn't know she spoke so highly of him.

"Phoebe's great, smartest, and probably gonna be the richest if she ever gets your brother to pay his tab."

She laughs. "Oh, she could rent the poshest flat this side of the Thames with what he owes."

The nurse joins them and fills her in, most of which she apparently knew already. 

"Roy gave you a heads up?" Jamie asks as the doctor rolls a stool over and takes a seat. She focuses on the little girl with a soft smile. She skillfully extracts one little hand at a time and partially removes the onesie. Setting it aside, most likely to be collected as evidence like the blanket. 

"Called right before you got here," She nods. It goes quiet save for her talking sweetly to the child as she examines her. It's a slow process by the way she refuses to let go of Jamie or his jumper. Even more so when he actually has to fill out forms. But the nurse sets them on the bed beside him, and he fills out what he can as the doctor works. The hardest part is when the nurse has to draw blood, and Jamie hates every second of it. The little girl cries the whole time. And she doesn't stop after it's over until the doctor tells him to try bundling her up in his jumper.

"She's probably cold too," the doctor admits. "I'll have someone bring her something from pediatrics."

"Thanks," Jamie says.

"Sit tight, be back in a bit."

A nurse brings a little set of pajama-like clothes for the toddler and helps Jamie get her dressed. The little girl settles back in, using Jamie's jumper as a substitute blanket as the nurse leaves. There is nothing Jamie can do now but wait.

Roy gets an oddly warm feeling in his chest when he gets to the ER and is told where to find Jamie. The little girl sits on Jamie's lap again as he sits on the edge of a hospital bed. She is staring up at Jamie with those big eyes of hers as he quietly talks to her and rubs her back. It is something that will be seared into Roy's memory forever. Jamie is being so sweet and gentle. He doesn't even notice Roy, but that's not a surprise. When Jamie gives his focus to something off the pitch, he usually goes all in. He has nothing but a single-minded focus if he genuinely cares about it. And he clearly cares about his commitment to keeping this wayward tot calm. Roy guesses he's sort of committed, too, seeing as he went to the fucking shops at 5 a.m. to get stuff he knows she needs but the hospital might not provide. And he should probably stop standing there like a fucking idiot staring at Jamie like a fucking creep. He knocked on the door frame. Jamie looks up and smiles, genuinely fucking smiles, when he sees Roy kept his word and showed up. Roy does not know how to feel about all that. It makes his stomach flip when Jamie looks at him like that. 

Jamie knows Roy has no obligation to be there. This has nothing to do with training or the team other than the fact it involves Jamie. But Roy is there, and Jamie is happy to see him. Because Jamie may look at ease as he focuses on keeping the kid calm, but he is terrified inside. He has no idea what he is doing. He could be doing everything wrong, but Roy will tell him what to do. Roy wouldn't let him fuck up. He never does. And Jamie adores him for that. Roy is reliable in a way very few people have ever been in Jamie's life. Roy never misses training. Roy takes helping Jamie be better, on and off the pitch, very seriously, and it makes Jamie want to be better. And Jamie can't help the way his heart beats faster when Roy looks at him. When Roy studies him. Fucking smiles at him and tells Jamie he did a good job or that he's a good lad. Fuck, that does things to Jamie that Jamie should feel ashamed of. But he isn't. Because he's Jamie Tartt, and he doesn't have a lot of shame. Almost any day, Roy could command Jamie to his fucking knees, and as long as he calls him a good lad, he would go. Roy could do an infinite amount of nasty things to him, and Jamie would fucking thank him. Fucking hell, he is in a goddamn hospital with a toddler clinging to him. Jamie needs to get his shit together. 

"What's in the bag?" Jamie asks.

"Here," Roy says as he pulls out a small and very soft-looking blanket. Before he can fully hand it to Jamie, a little hand grips it tight. He also gets a dummy/pacifier and teething ring out of the bag and sets them on the bed beside the pair. He leaves the pack of diapers in the bag and hopes they don't actually need those because that is not something he ever thought he would have to teach Jamie Tartt. He sets the bag on the table before sitting in one of the chairs in the room.

"Where did you get these?" Jamie asks as he looks at the dummy/pacifier. He picks it up. She reaches out for it, and Jamie lets her have it. 

"Shop. You said they took her blanket. It's hit and miss if she would have accepted it, but I guess she's not too picky." Roy points at the discarded jumper. "And the other stuff is to spare your jumper from being a drooly mess. Not that you probably care, but she's going to have to let go eventually. At least now she has something to help keep her calm."

"How do you know all this?"

"Because Phoebe might be 8 now, but she was that small, 6 or 7 years ago. And it's not something you forget when you end up having to help."

"So you've done all this before," Jamie says.

"He has," they look up to see Roy's sister at the door.  "And he was pretty good at it."

"Phoebe's always been an easy kid to care for," Roy insists. 

"For you, maybe. You're her favorite person." 

Jamie watches the siblings and doesn't miss the small smile on Roy's face. 

"She's a good kid," Roy states. 

"She is, and thankfully, this one seems to be too. Nothing broken. A few bumps and bruises but nothing serious from not being the best at walking on her own and somehow still managing to get to Jamie's door from wherever she was. She wasn't out too long in the cold on a damp and gloomy morning like this one. Her tiny immune system might have taken a hit if you two didn't get up at an ungodly early time to train. Who knows how long she would have been out there." 

Jamie looks stricken at that idea, and Roy internally curses because, yeah, Jamie is already too attached. And Roy is too, because he wants to find whoever is supposed to be in charge of this sweet little girl and give them a fucking lesson. She is too small and too sweet to be anything but tucked away safely in a warm bed at 5 a.m. She shouldn't be clutching a blanket Roy brought her in one hand and Jamie's shirt in the other. Fuck, under any other circumstances, Roy would fucking melt at that scene, but this was a child that could have died if Roy wasn't a twisted prick that insisted Jamie train at 4 a.m. A child that is going to have to let Jamie go, and Jamie is going to have to watch her leave. Everyone is going to end up heartbroken. Only the little girl is young enough that she won't remember it. But Jamie will. Roy will too. 

"I'll let the police know she is healthy, and someone will come to get her so you guys can head to training." She disappears back into the hall. 

"She's lucky," Roy says. "A toddler that young could have gotten really hurt without anyone looking after her."

"What do you think will happen to her?"

"Depends," Roy says. And fuck, the way Jamie holds her tighter, and she tucks her little forehead into his neck. Completely content now she has a blanket and dummy. She looks like she might actually be falling asleep. 

"On what?" Jamie asks, his tone soft and quieter than it has been before. And part of Roy's cold heart melts. Fuck, he wants to crawl up there with them. Hold them and protect them from the fucking world. And that is not something Roy was prepared to feel. He has to clear his throat before he answers Jamie. 

"On how and if they find her parents. If they find them and they are injured or some shit, they might get her back. They might be shitty parents, and she ends up going to live with a family that doesn't let her wander around Richmond alone at 4 a.m. They might not find them at all. Hard to know until it hits the news. And it will. Lost toddler shows up at famous footballer’s front door. That's headline news." Jamie frowns at what Roy has told him. "Hey," Roy says as he stands up and gives in a tiny bit to that feeling of wanting to protect them. Jamie is someone that needs reassurance often. Roy knows that. Especially if the truth of the matter is hard to swallow, and it is. "Whatever happens, she is lucky you found her. You did good, Tartt. Now you have to let the police do their job. Might not be easy, but it's for the best." Roy can't resist the urge to fix the messy dark curls of the little girl. She looks up at him as he does. Jamie does too, and fuck, that is a goddamn sight Roy won't soon forget. He ignores the urge to just fucking kiss Jamie. Because that is absolutely not happening. That would be taking advantage of a situation where Jamie is worried and looking up to Roy for help. Roy cannot fucking do that. 

Jamie watches as Roy's fingers gently work through tiny curls on the sweet little girl's head. Her eyes are half closed as she resists the urge to sleep. Jamie might cry. It is such a soft and sweet gesture. On top of all the things Roy had already gone out of his way to do for them—the things he did for her. Jamie's heart beat wildly in his chest. And Jamie wonders what it would feel like to have Roy's fingers in his hair. 

Roy's hand finds Jamie's shoulder and squeezes like he can tell Jamie is more a bundle of frayed edges and nerves than a confident human being. "She has a chance to go home or find a new one that might not have happened if you hadn't been on your way out. Just don't get too attached. She can't be alone in this world. Someone has to know who she is."

Roy was half right. Someone did know who she was. Her name was Maggie Briner, and she had been taken from the scene of an accident by a mentally unstable man earlier that morning. But unfortunately, her parents had passed away in the accident. She had a few distant relatives that didn't have the means or want to take her. Jamie hated the idea of her going into the foster care system. A few days after it happened, Jamie couldn't stop thinking about her, and he'd asked Roy at least a dozen times if he thought she was okay. And Roy couldn't shake the image of Jamie Tartt holding the adorable little girl. It had done something to Roy he hadn't expected. Made him think of family, but not one he had. Not just of Phoebe. But of one he wants now more than anything. And with Jamie fucking Tartt, no less. 

"I mean, I can afford a nanny. I have a stupid big house and-" 

He's cut off by Roy being in his space. His movements were slow so that Jamie could easily move away if he wanted to. His motives are clear when one hand grips Jamie's face gently. "That's a terrible but beautiful idea," Roy says before he kisses Jamie. Jamie's shock wears off quickly, and he kisses Roy back. One hand gripping Roy's jacket, the other on the back of his neck. 

"You going to help me?" Jamie asks, his tone filled with hope and promise. 

"Fucking can't let you do it alone. You don't know jack shit about kids," Roy says. 

"Good thing Roy fucking Kent is an expert then," Jamie grins. 

"Fucking right," Roy says. And Jamie grins before kissing Roy again.

Roy vocally supports Jamie's efforts to adopt Maggie over the next few weeks. They spend hours and hours together working on it. Jamie jokes that nights of turning a spare bedroom in Jamie's flat into a bedroom fit for a growing toddler are date nights. And they are, in a way. They get dinner. They talk. They plan a whole damn future for the kid. One that they both secretly hope they are both part of. It's wildly optimistic, and Roy hopes Jamie doesn't end up losing her case. So Roy does his best to help the world see the version of Jamie Tartt he does. One that has grown up and is ready and willing to take on this responsibility. They even got supervised visits with her. And Roy would watch the supervisor as Jamie would see Maggie. They always seemed pleased at the way Jamie would light up like the Dog Track for an evening match. And so would Maggie. She would talk in her broken toddler English. Happy to see him. Jamie would pick her up and hold her tight. Roy would play with her, and his heart would warm when she smiles at him. Roy even watched his language when there. If he had to behave for this to work, he would. He wasn't going to ruin this for Jamie.

 The team is mostly shocked when Jamie tells them he and Roy are together and that Jamie is trying to adopt Maggie. A few even think it's a joke until Roy informs them that it is, in fact, not a fucking joke. That resulted in a lot of paperwork with Laughing Liam in HR. Roy backs Jamie publicly and even admits to the press that Jamie already adores her, and so does Roy. A presser that Rebecca and Higgins had organized when asked by Jamie and Roy. The press asks a ton of questions because having a coach and player not only out as queer but as a couple was unheard of. But Roy insisted it changed nothing for the team and for Roy as Jamie's coach. He still expected the same level of effort he did from all the players. No special fucking treatment from Roy Kent. He already trained Jamie one-on-one. Pushs him harder than he does the others, but only because Jamie asks him to. Jamie is a fucking great player, and he'll be an equally fucking good parent. Roy even agrees in court to help him since he already knows what he's doing and wants to be there with them.

Things took and turn when a cousin of Maggie's mum showed up and wanted to take Maggie. For a while, it seemed like she might actually do it. It had crushed Jamie that he might not get to take Maggie home. And Roy had braced himself for the letdown. Jamie would really need him if that happened. When the adoption team looked into the woman's home, it didn't seem like she was very serious about it at all. She had roommates, and when they were asked about the woman, they gave their honest opinion. The woman hadn't cared about the child until it became publicly known that Jamie Tartt was involved. That this could be her way to get some easy money because if Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent actually cared about this child, they would probably be willing to pay for her. The adoption team had confronted her, and she didn't deny it. Jamie had been so relieved he cried when the judge denied her request. 

The day the judge approves Jamie's adoption of Maggie, the team throws a party. Unfortunately, they didn’t warn Roy or Jamie before they did. Everyone was excited to finally meet her. Maggie Tartt was officially part of the Richmond family. Roy cursed all of them as he covered Maggie's ears when they walked into Jamie's flat to loud cheering. You would think that it would be hard to take Roy Kent seriously as his big hands covered tiny ears, but nope. He was more terrifying than usual since the loud noise and number of strangers had been enough to scare the 21-month-old girl. And to everyone’s surprise, she wanted Roy. So Roy ended up taking her into the kitchen, leaving a still mostly happy Jamie to deal with the team.

Higgins and Ted follow Roy into the kitchen to make sure they are okay.

"I know, sweetheart," Roy says quietly as he gently wipes away tears with her blanket. "No one's going to hurt you here, I promise." Ted just watches as his fearsome and intimidating assistant coach bounces a toddler on his hip.  It was a strange dichotomy. 

"I told them she was too young for a surprise party, but they thought Jamie would like it," Higgins says. "She has been through far too much in such a short time to enjoy it."

"You're not wrong," Roy says as he shifts her so her head rests on his shoulder. "Unlike you, Higgins, they all share half a brain, and no one has custody of it today." 

Ted laughs, which has Maggie focusing on him. 

"Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine," Ted says when she smiles at him from behind her dummy.

Roy huffs a laugh. "Of course she likes you." 

"Well, I'm honored. She clearly has good taste of she showed up here. Must have known Jamie was one for spontaneous commitments."

"Spontaneous commitments," Roy actually laughs. "That is by far the nicest way anyone has put it so far. My sister called it the dumbest good decision we could make, but she was all for it. Probably helped persuade the adoption team. She's good at that. Phoebe is dying to meet her already. She already has plans for her little cousin."

"Oh, they are going to be the best of friends," Higgins says with a soft smile. 

"Like a hound dog and fox in a Disney movie," Ted grins. Roy shakes his head. 

"You ready to meet a bunch of idiots that will spoil you rotten?" Roy says, looking down at the child in his arms. He is mostly sure Maggie isn't going to have a full-blown meltdown. They all rejoin the party. 

"All good?" Jamie asks. Accepting the now happy little girl when she reaches for him. Both are smiling. 

Roy grunts. He glares at the team until Jamie elbows his ribs. "They mean well."

"So did Magneto and Ozymandias," Roy grumbles.

"Did you just make not one but two cultural references?" Ted asks. 

"Of course, you agree with supervillains from comic book movies," Isaac says. 

"To be fair, both have been seen as heroes," Sam says. And the team ends up debating the morals of comic book characters, and Roy is fine with that because the focus is no longer on Maggie. She is already starting to fall asleep as she settles into her new life. 

A week or so after Maggie is moved in, Roy does too. Because it's easier to help Jamie parent if he is actually there as the other parent. The press has a fucking field day again. Roy doesn't give a shit as long as they stay far enough away from all three of them. And Jamie is too happy to care. Phoebe spends as much time with her new cousin as possible. Roy has to actually tell her no on more than one occasion because Phoebe still has school. He has to remind her that Maggie isn’t going anywhere. Roy’s sister is delightfully amused. Keeley had gone overboard when Jamie had asked her to be Maggie’s godmum. She’s the happiest godmum that exists. Thankfully, Sam is a far more practical godparent. He dotes upon his godchild, more so by spending time watching shows that would be mind-numbing for adults and teaching her languages. Roy gets an app to learn them as well. He can’t have his kid knowing languages that he doesn’t, at least not this young. She can study whatever she wants when she’s older. He just wants to be able to share things with her.

And it goes relatively well until they have an away match in Manchester. Keeley is a huge help with most match days. She helps watch Maggie. Even makes sure Maggie has all the little Richmond gear that matches Jamie's kit for every possible weather event and in sizes she'll grow into. Jamie cried the first time his daughter wore his number. And Roy did admit she was fucking adorable. This match day had the added benefit of Georgie and Simon getting to meet Maggie in person. Not just facetime calls on Jamie's phone. They had special tickets to sit with Keeley and Rebecca in the box. Roy insisted Maggie's tiny little ears be protected any time she was at a match. And Jamie had thought she looked so tiny with the protective ear covers on, but she thankfully left them on. Roy had been worried she'd take them off. Kids, especially that young, couldn't understand why these things were important. On her bad days, she wouldn’t wear them, which meant she stayed home with her carer. But he didn't have to fight her on it for this particular match, so he'd let her go with them. Something Roy regretted when James Tartt, Sr. tried to get between his ex-wife and Keeley when she and Maggie met Georgie at the gate. Georgie held Maggie tight as Keeley called for security. James was apparently not a fan of his son playing house with his fucking coach and wanted his opinion known. Simon stepped in, but it was a volatile situation. Roy had been called out to help handle it, and he fucking did so by slamming his fist into James Tartt's face, warning him if he ever went near his family again, he'll be in a hospital bed instead of handcuffs. Roy then took his daughter into his arms and led Keeley, Jamie's mum, and stepdad, down to the locker room with him. James Tartt was hauled off by security. They usually didn't let Maggie in the locker room before a match to keep the team focused on the game, but no one blamed him this time. They would have been distracted no matter what. At least there, all Maggie's unofficial uncles that adored her could see she was okay. Dani Rojas has the biggest soft spot for her. He thought she was the most adorable little thing in the world. Jamie had easily agreed.

Jamie was quick to take her while the medic looked over Roy's bruised knuckles, and Keeley and Beard dealt with security. 

"My sexy little baby has his own sexy little baby now," Georgie grinned when Jamie handed Maggie to his mum so he could finish double-checking his kit. Jamie smiled at that. He tried to focus on how happy his mum and Simon were to meet Maggie—tried not to think about his father. He wasn't going to be like his father. He hated his dad and tried to ruin everything again. Jamie was going to be the best dad he could possibly be, but not to spite his dad. No, he was going to be a good dad because it's what Maggie deserves. He wants her to have a home with loving parents, and the fact Roy was right there beside him made Jamie feel like the luckiest guy in the world. He wasn't going to let his dad tarnish that. Especially today, since his mum was there. Almost his whole family was there, everyone but Phoebe and her mum. And Phoebe got to see Maggie at least once a week. This was a great fucking day. His dad couldn't take that happiness from him if he tried because Jamie will fight him for it. He was done letting his father control him. He had a family to protect and a reason to fight now. He'd fight tooth and nail to keep his family in his life. Roy and Maggie are his world. And no one was going to take that from him. And it didn't feel like a burden, especially knowing that Roy is by his side and has already proved he'd take the world on for them. He'd take on the press and put James Tartt, Sr in his place. Nothing was going to get between Roy Kent and his family, and walk away unscathed. Nope, the world thought Roy Kent was a hardcore brawler on the pitch. God help anyone that got near his family in public. Paparazzi would find he has a terrifying edge to him when it came to protecting those he loved. And they so much as approach Jamie and Maggie or even Phoebe and Roy was right fucking there like a goddamn grizzly bear wrecking their shit and protecting what was his. And Jamie fucking loved every second of it because Roy would just want to hold them close after that. Tell them they were his everything, and he'd destroy anything or anyone for them. It was like a fairytale, and Jamie never wanted it to end.

#tw: child endangerment #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: kidnapping #tw: accidents #tw: orphan child #tw: hospitals #tw: ER #tw: police #tw: cops #tw: ptsd #tw: scared child #tw: angst #tw: worry #tw: manipulation #royjamie #jamie x roy #roy x jamie #Roy Kent x Jamie Tartt #Jamie Tartt x Roy Kent #roy kent #jamie tartt #ted lasso fic

[introject-culture]

introject culture is introjecting a guy who is a cop in source and everytime he fronts, someone is in co-con singing 'Fuck da Police' by the N.W.A. or 'Cops / Dogs' by Destructo Disk.

(Also can we use this sign off or is it taken?)

- 🌒🌕🌘

[You may! <3]

#introject culture #🌒🌕🌘 anon #tw: cops #<- just in case anyone might be triggered by the mention i guess—might be a bit much but you never know lol

[thefvrious]

@heroexxs based on x

joel would be remiss to pretend like being chased, and never caught, by the fbi was more than an ego boost. he was too careful, he knew that. he was a shadow to them, a ghost. joel kane could not be tied legally to the entity known colloquially as the wolf king, but it brought him joy to witness the efforts all the same. particularly ezekiel stane who seemed to have a vested interest in getting to the bottom of the crime web that wove itself even further than the agent could have possibly imagined.

over the years, joel had done his research on zeke just as zeke was attempting to do toward him, and joel wrote his own version of a love letter, eliminating zeke's competition systematically. if another agency was sniffing too close, joel took care of it. if someone was daring question the validity of the on-going investigation, there was joel. and, finally, when someone vied for the same position as zeke, well... joel made sure the other man slid right into those shoes, didn't he?

perceiving zeke, off duty, in a bar was nothing short of a delight. especially since it was one under his own influence. joel was humble, though, didn't need to be seen or perceived. in fact, at this point, he preferred to keep a low-profile. so, as he leaned against the bar near the other man it was under the guise of a friendly stranger striking up conversation. "long day, pal?" he asked with a glittering in his dark eyes. "next one's on me."

#joel kane ~ thread #joel x zeke #heroexxs #tw: cops #he's a cocky loud obnoxious shit i'm so sorry #i love him dearly

[kazuwhora]

just found a tiktok account dedicated to exposing the police in the city I live in and I found a video of my ex beating the shit out of an indigenous girl with his partner one like and I’ll send the department all his violent texts he sent to me 😇

#tw: police brutality #tw: abuse #tw: cops #LMAO fucking dirtbag #I am triggered

[the-players-arcade]

Personal

I’m not sure if i’m going to post this or not. I feel like I should. Like I want to. Fuck it. I’m gonna. So. I’ve been a bit busy with life. Mainly, dealing with myself and my mother being kicked out by my Aunt, Christine Brooks.

The reason we got kicked out was because my Aunt, was yelling at my mother and blaming her for things like asking if she wants the trash in the living room to be taken out. And my mother began crying.

I couldn’t stand it, and I stormed into the room, and screamed back at her in defense of my mother, saying “She was trying to help you”.

Out of all the things I thought my Aunt would do, CALLING THE FUCKIGN COPS ON ME, is NOT what I expected.

I would’ve yelled more at her if I wasn’t so shocked. I went upstairs with my mother, who afterward went back downstairs, and waited for the Cops to arrive. I was sitting there, shaking and rocking in place as I genuinely believed that my life was now over because my Aunt got scared of me, as I couldn’t stop thinking the words “It’s my fault”

And I had to mentally fight against myself on that thought. Because it wasn’t. I couldn’t have known that my Aunt would escalate to calling the fucking cops on me, because I yelled back at her for the first time in fucking ever. Because I chose to defend my mother against her yelling, because I could not fucking stand hearing my own mother cry.

The cops arrived, and I calmly stated that all I did was yell back at my aunt. I made no move to physically harm her nor ever had the intention to do so. My goal in that moment was to get between my aunt and my mother and protect my mom.

No one got arrested. All the cops did was say they can’t make me and my mother leave, and said my aunt could try and get an eviction on us. Which she said she would try to do so, once the Courts and stuff were open; It was the weekend, and the court would only open on Monday.

After that, I was genuinely afraid of going downstairs by myself. Because I know my Aunt owns a gun. And after her calling the cops on me, I no longer knew what she might decide to do.

To skip ahead a bit... We managed to get a place, on lease for a year. I ended up personally putting in 1,400 dollars. One bedroom, but we can make it work. Happens to be something me and my mom are good at; Making stuff work.

It’s a lot nicer then living out in the city. I don’t hear gunshots at night. i don’t hear explosions. or screams. Or yelling. It’s so much nicer here.

But my Sister got left behind. Sierra. Who Christine Brooks raised as her own child. Who, legally I must admit, took her form my mother. Because when me and my sister were born, my mother got sick. Really sick. To the point she didn't know if she’d make it. She trusted me to my Father, and my Sister to Aunt Chris.

She made it. She lived. And then my Aunt decided not to give Sierra back.

My aunt has since used the funds she has procured from having Sierra to get things she otherwise wouldn’t have. And currently, before we left, all my Sister was given to fucking eat, has been biscuits and gravy, cheese pizza, and fucking puffy cheetos. Christine Brooks also babysits for her actual child, Tony, helping care for Tony’s baby. And neglecting my Sister.

Did I mention my Aunt also smokes pot? Legally, yes. But she smokes it way too fucking much. She smokes it around Sierra. Even around the baby. Whenever me and Mom got back from somewhere, we’d be able to smell the pot before even getting in front of the front door. Oh, speaking of that baby, she lets that baby draw on everything. On the walls, the fridge, and even lets her play atop the stove.

And my Sister is forced to be stuck in a fucking room so the baby can leave her alone. Because my sister, has autism. More severely then I. She has health issues, medical problems, and problems with her sight. So yeah, my Aunt made a lot of money raising her. Money isnt’ really the issue I have with her having my Sister though.

The real issue is all the time I could’ve spent with her. All the time me and her could’ve bonded. When we were kids, we got along great. We played so much stuff together, when we could see eachother. But then we had to move a long time ago, and saw eachother a lot less. ...And my sister changed. I don’t know of everything she went through. But she seemed a lot less happier.

And now my Sister... may never see me again. As she probably gets yelled at more by our Aunt for not understanding things. Manipulated and mentally messed with by my Aunt. My Sister is about as old as me, but mentally... she didn’t really get taught how to grow up. My aunt tells her she needs to learn things, yet she still yells at her and makes her stay in her fucking room for so long.

I am so sorry Sierra. I am so, so sorry. You deserve a better life. You deserve so much better. i’m sorry I couldn’t stick around to help you. I would’ve if I didn’t feel so scared of being killed by my own aunt because I no longer knew what she could decide to do.

As for my aunt, Christine Brooks? Believe me, I know what I could have chosen to do. I know what i’m capable of. But it’s not knowing what you can do that makes someone dangerous or evil. It’s whether or not you choose to. And I chose not to do anything to her. Because she’s in her 60s. I’m in my 20s. I have a lot more time in my life then her.

I’ll outlive her. And that’s good enough for me.

#tw: personal #tw: family #tw: cops #tw: traumatizing #You do not have to read this if you don't wan to. #I just want to get this out there and say #That my Aunt is a bitch who basically tried to get me arrested and put in jail and potentially ruin my life #And my Sister deserves a better life

[100yearoldcomics]

July 12, 1922 Out Our Way by J.R. Williams

Hey, look, it's the 1920s equivalent of those "heartwarming" news stories that are like, "young boy fundraises money to pay for his teacher's cancer treatment after the teacher declares bankruptcy." What a heartwarming picture of... a homeless child about to be harassed by a cop.

Caption: Bunkies [ID: A policeman walks his nightly rounds of the business district of his town. He stops in the doorway of a bakery and shines his flashlight onto the sleeping body of a young boy, a street urchin. He sleeps soundly against the closed glass door, an arm cradled around the neck of his scruffy puppy dog. A wan smile forms on the cop's face. /end]

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #out our way #transcript available #1920s #tw: homelessness #street urchin #childhood #sleeping in public #tw: cops

[blackdragonmedicdean]

Travis: What are your goals? Deputy Dean: To pet all the dogs. Travis: No, fitness goals. Deputy Dean: To be able to run fast enough to pet all the dogs.

#ooc #mun does a thing with muse #Travis Hackett #Dean Amorette #tw: cops #Deputy!Dean #canon and oc character #incorrect quotes #the quarry

[0f-th3-wi1d]

just a reminder from someone who grew up in a very redneck area, like people riding to walmart on horses wearing a cowboy hat and spurs redneck area: racism and licking cop boots isn’t redneck. rednecks don’t like cops. i’ve watched people in cowboy boots hotwire cars to get away from cops and burn the confederate flag. i’ve watched people who were just fighting with pocket knives in a diner parking lot band together to get away from the cops. i’ve watched ranch guys punch people for a racist comment. racists and coplovers aren’t rednecks, they’re bigots.

#tw: racial violence #tw: fighting #tw: cops #tw: police brutality #fuck racists and cop lovers #i’m just annoyed at all the people calling bigots rednecks on here #redneck

[drippingviolets3]

Soooo, I need to vent about my bum ass school, but idk how to make posts that go under the cut since I’m on mobile so this is your warning to scroll past as fast as you can

TRIGGER WARNING: SHOOTING AND BOMB THREATS, GENERAL BIGOTRY (RACISM HOMOPHOBIA ETC) BULLYING, COPS, MENTIONS OF A MENTAL HOSPITAL AND SUICIDE PLAN.

For those who don’t know (honestly s lot of you might not know since I try to be private about personal life details), I live in Texas. Yes I know, the horror of it is shocking. But you might already know that while living in America is already kind of a red flag, living in Texas and being in the Texan school system is a HUGE red flag. The bigotry is real here, and the straight girls who think they’re influencers because they do tik tok dances are everywhere. I hate a good majority of the students there, but it gets worse then just annoying b!tches.

So sometime in the winter (I think) the school got a shooter threat. And while they did begin a investigation, you know what they told the students?

If you think they warned us and the parents that someone posted a picture of their silhouette holding a gun and said that students at our school had to be careful and might have to stay home, then CONGRAAAATULATIONS!

YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE PUT ON A F*CKING T-SHIRT.

They didn’t even tell most of the teachers about the threat, students had to find out themselves through Snapchat and other social media platforms. I only found out about the threat through one of my teachers (I’m guessing she was informed because she was the head of the English department). And this wasn’t even the first time we got a dangerous prank threat, because on April Fools we got a bomb threat. Yes it was April Fools, but that was a f*cking BOMBA threat, and I didn’t even learn about the threat until the end of the month.

It ended up being a prank and I think the kid got arrested, but I want you to think for a minute; What if these threats were real? Students would have died because the school refused to inform us. Do you realize how terrifying that is to us, the students? We could have fucking died, without saying our goodbyes to our loved ones, without accomplishing anything, because the school refused to inform us. Our futures were nearly stolen from us because of the fucking school board, I would have NEVER gotten this far with my blog if those threats were real.

And to make it better, the cops we have at the school didn’t do sh!t :). I didn’t see them that whole day.

But that’s not all the evidence the school doesn’t value the students safety. Wait until you hear about this sh!t

So I’m openly gay, and have a hard time understanding tone so when I hear someone joking in a bigoted way, I stand up to them and call them out on their sh!t because 1, they usually joke about gay stuff that isn’t their place to joke about, and again, I don’t know if they’re being serious or not. I heard a guy call someone a faggot right in front of me, and he got a earful from me and the teacher, and there was another guy who said if he had a daughter who was a lesbian he’d allow it, but if his son was gay he’d kill him.

But the worse part that happened in this class was back in winter, and it ducking traumatized me :)))).

The teacher was gone and we had a sub, and because I finished my work I was just on my phone scrolling through tumblr because I have no life, and some girl who arrived the day before starts trying to grab my attention. I look up and she dead ass asked me, who had gay pins on and a rainbow bandana, if I was a faggot. Repeatedly.

I knew I couldn’t fight her, and insults wouldn’t solve anything, so I went with the route I usually went with and tried to make her look stupid because of how problematic she was being and threw in a few sassy comebacks as well. Everyone began laughing and watching which did wonders for my anxiety since I’m already being attacked, and the girl played innocent saying “I’m just asking it’s no big deal”

In the heat of the moment because not only was I scared and wanted her to back off, I was also angry, I said “I should rip your hair out.” And then she started yelling at me, saying she’d snatch my bandana and other threats while everyone was laughing. The sub broke us apart and she went back to her friend group, while I went back to my phone.

You wanna know what she did next?

She called over to me and asked if I was going to kill myself after that :).

Here’s the thing. I went to a mental hospital for a suicide plan. And I was also open about that because that place helped me and I didn’t think it was something to hide. The people there were great, and I got the medical help I didn’t know I needed. The students knew that, told her, and she basically handed me a loaded gun with that statement.

The sub once again broke us apart and I reported the girl, but it wasn’t until months later (with even more bullying from those kids in my class) that I found out her punishment. She got a week of in school suspension, and while I understand the school can’t tell me her punishment I couldn’t make peace with it because I didn’t know if she was actually punished or not. I talked about it with my family, and my dad said I didn’t properly stand up for myself because I didn’t physically fight her. My aunts were furious at that and said that the girl could have killed me for fighting her, and that made me realize the true horror of the situation.

Being in that class made me want to die, the only reason I hung on for so long was because my teacher said I had a good mindset and views on the world that she believed the students needed, and didn’t want me to leave. She did let me transfer classes thank god, but still.

Oh and the bigotry gets WORSE.

So a majority of the school population are people of color, including the staff. But the white boys have no shame in being openly racist and bigoted. In my old class a dude DEADASS was writing a essay on why gay people were pedophiles, and I overheard him saying that being a house wife wasn’t hard and he didn’t understand why women did want that, AND he would talk about supporting communism in my friend’s class. But it gets better because I knew him from my middle school theatre class, and in his mini plays he’d always have the black kid in his group die. It got so bad he was literally kicked out. But guess what? He never got expelled for this sh!t. They just let him go on and on about these horrid believes that is openly harming minorities, and what makes me angrier is all the African American friends he has.

According to one of my friends (who is black btw), that did has become the “token white guy” of their group, which is why they let him do all this shit.

With all these people walking freely around the school, and all the stupid staff in charge of the place, I don’t feel safe there. I genuinely believe that the school wants students to die because of how little they care about us. From letting the bullying continue, having useless cops that don’t even try to break apart fights, to not informing us where there’s a threat that could kill dozens of students, I genuinely believe they want us to die. I genuinely believe they don’t care about us, and I don’t know how I can stand two more years of that school.

#violetta’s rambles #vent #tw: shooting #tw: cops #tw: bullying #tw: bigotry #tw: homophobia #tw: racism

[nando161mando]

Rehabilitation, not Devastation. Fuck The Police.

#denver #fuck the gop #fuck the police #rioters set fire to town hall &amp; clash with cops as protests rage on across france after macron forced pension reform #tw cops #kill all cops #corrupt cops #all cops are bastards #defund the cops #fuck cops #cops #stop cop city #cop city #copcity #cop #kkkop #kkkops #allcopsarebastards #all cops are bad #all cops #policebastard #atlanta police #corrupt police #police #politas #ausgov #auspol #tasgov #taspol #goodnightwhitepride

[strykingback]

Just why oh fucking why!!

Just when Im about to go out and leave to go see a friends place only for my neighborhood to get locked down by police due to someone having a warrant.

FUCK

MY

FUCKING LIFE!!!!

#//I AM SO FUCKING DONE DUDE #//LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT #// I AM FUCKING CURSED DUDE #//LIKE HOW MANY MORE FUCKING TIMES #[Needed A Place To Explode- vent] #//negative #cw: police #tw: cops #tw: swat team

[winterstaryu]

There were two cops parked out front of my job today. So I was keeping a really close eye on the front of the store and what they were doing for ya know, reasons.

And I was considering texting the owner of the neighboring business (she sells coffee and crystals and sometimes the best soups) and asking if she knew what was going on, but then I got busy and by the time I thought about it again they were gone, so whatever, right?

Well APPARENTLY. Someone with a gun came into the piercing studio on our street, busted the door, and trashed the place. No clue why, they didn't take anything. Just? Fucking wild something like that happened two doors down and we had no idea, no noise, no sirens, nothing.

#a clover? a talking clover!? #tw: gun mention #tw: cops #ACAB

[incongruousimpossiblethings]

Fix your fucking headline ABC. This man froze to death because the jail officers put him in a fucking cooler as a punishment. Why are you identifying him by his mental illness as if it’s his fault he died? It’s giving victim blaming

#news #tw: death #tw: murder #tw: cops #no matter what no one deserves a jail punishment to result in their fucking death

[feral-cockroach]

TW: mentions of r//pe, sh////ting, c//ps, spoilers for htgawm

honestly that kid who shot his pig father and didn't regret it like

i get it

i had a father like that and i don't regret telling him to go kill himself or convincing my mom to leave.

i tried to run over my r@pist. don't regret that either.

im just saying i get it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#tw: r*pe #tw: guns #tw: cops

[thatsleepymermaid]

Quick post on what's happening in Atlanta right now

So there's this beautiful trail in Atlanta called the South River Forest Trail. As we all know, Atlanta Georgia is renowned for their tree cover and historic forests. 

The City of Atlanta and corporations like Delta, AT&T and Amazon are funding a massive police training center that will destroy the forest.

Dubbed ‘cop city’ by many protesters, this will cost about $90 million  to build. This will be used to further militarize Atlanta’s police leading to more incidents of police brutality in the city. 

On January 18th indigenous activist Manuel “Tortuguita” Teran was shot and killed by the police for defending this historic forest from destruction. Their reason? “He did not comply” (Tort went by They/them/it but report said “he”). Many protests have been going on in Atlanta to defend this forest.

Since Tortuguita's death, the situation has quickly deteriorated

This forest is very dear to me but I am unable to physically protest at the moment, so I am handing this off to Tumblr to spread awareness. Rebloging this may help this tragedy become part of national news instead of just an Atlanta problem.

Donation and petition links to stop cop city

https://www.gofundme.com/f/stoptheswap2020

https://act.colorofchange.org/sign/no-cop-city-atl/

https://defendtheatlantaforest.org/solidarity

#stop cop city #atlanta #Georgia #mutual aid #social justice #ACAB #protect the forest #environmetalists #politics #tw guns #tw police violence #tw death #Atlanta southern forest #cop city #at&t #amazon #delta #forest #ecology #let me know if i should tag anything else #atlanta south river forest