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TRAYVON MARTIN was walking home with an iced tea and Skittles. He was shot by George Zinneman, who was found not guilty.

KEITH SCOTT was sitting in a car, reading. He was shot by a police officer, who was not charged.

ATATIANA JEFFERSON was looking out her window, and was shot by a police officer, who is still under indictment for murder.

JONATHAN FERRELL was asking for help after an auto accident. He was shot twelve times by police, case ended in mistrial.

JORDAN EDWARDS was riding in a car and was shot in the back of the head by a police officer, who was found guilty of murder.

STEPHON CLARK was holding a cell phone, and was shot 8 times, 6 in the back. The officers were not charged.

AMADOU DIALLO while taking out his wallet, 41 shots were fired by four different officers. They were all acquitted.

RENISHA MCBRIDE after an auto accident, she knocked on someone’s door for help. The homeowner was found guilty of second-degree murder.

TAMIR RICE was playing with a toy gun, and was shot by police officer arriving on scene. Officer was not charged.

SEAN BELL was hosting a bachelor party. 50 rounds were fired by police officers who were found not guilty of charges.

WALTER SCOTT was pulled over for brake lights, and was shot in the back by a police officer who pleaded guilty to civil rights violations.

PHILANDO CASTILE was pulled over and told officer he had a legally registered weapon in car. Officer acquitted of all charges.

AIYANA JONES was sleeping and was accidentally shot by an officer in a raid on wrong apartment. Officer cleared of all charges.

TERRENCE CRUTCHER needed help when his vehicle broke down. Was shot by a police officer who was found not guilty of manslaughter.

ALTON STERLING was selling CDs, and was shot at close range while being arrested. No charges filed.

FREDDIE GRAY was beaten to death by officers while being transported in police van. All officers involved were acquitted.

JOHN CRAWFORD was shopping at WalMart, holding a BB gun that was on sale—police officer was not charged for his murder.

MICHAEL BROWN was shot twelve times by an officer, including in the back. No charges filed.

JORDAN DAVIS was killed because he was playing loud music. Shooter found guilty of first-degree murder.

SANDRA BLAND was pulled over for traffic ticket; was tasered and then arrested. Suspicious “suicide” while in jail. No charges.

BOTHAM JEAN was fatally shot in his home, which female officer ¿mistook for her own? (Which I’ll never understand.) Officer found guilty of murder.

OSCAR GRANT was handcuffed and placed face-down, officer then shot him in the back. Officer found guilty of involuntary manslaughter.

COREY JONES was waiting by his car which was broken down, and was shot three times by police officer, who was found guilty of murder.

AHMAUD AUBREY was jogging. He was shot by two racist men who claimed they suspected him of burglaries. Both men were charged with murder and aggravated assault.

GEORGE FLOYD was suspected of alleged fraud. He handcuffed and pinned to the ground by an officer’s knee. He begged for mercy and he was ignored.

ERIC GARNER: Stopped for selling cigarettes on a nyc street and choked by a cop in broad daylight. Complications of the stress put on his throat by the hold caused his death; Openly said “I can’t breathe” several times and pretty much died while three other cops watched their compatriot kill a man. Eric was well known for just trying to sell goods as a side hustle and never actually hurt anybody.

DJ HENRY was fatally shot in his car by police officer Aaron Hess in the early morning hours of Oct. 17, 2010. DJ's passengers say they were doing nothing wrong when Hess ran out in front of them in the road. Hess says he only fired because he was in fear for his life. Hess later admitted to lying on multiple occasions after DJ’s death about the shooting.

These were all murders. They were not accidental. All of these innocent people: men, women AND children. Were murdered because they were black. Not because they were violent. Not because they were threatening, but because they were black. Something has to change. We have to MAKE a change. Black lives matter. Black men. Black women. Black children. Non-Binary blacks. Trans blacks. Every single one of their lives matter. Your friends. Your neighbors. Your teachers. Your brothers. Your sisters. We are the change.

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this list isn’t even close to a being a quarter of the wrongful African American deaths in America and if there is anyone you’d like me to add please message me. I will gladly add them because people deserve to know their names.

can you write amane and big sibling reader making paper pals together (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

The universe was against me writing this cute drabble, however my fragile ego was dependent on finishing this and 🍁 was my cheerleader the whole way through .

WC: 567 | I'm an Ao3er at heart, I love writing like my life is on the line

When you arrived home that night, Amane greeted you with a large smile. 

Usually, Amane would be asleep by the time you get home as you get off work late at night. Either something was wrong or Amane wanted something from you. “Aren’t you up a little late? You still have school tomorrow, no?” 

Amane’s grin became larger and brighter, “I was waiting to get paper pals with you!” She takes out a paper pal from behind your back. “I made one already because I got bored waiting for you, but now we can make one together!”

“I see, well, let me put my stuff down and I’ll meet you at the table.” You walk into the apartment and place your bag down by the plant resting beside the couch. Amane walks over to a messy table full with glue, colored construction paper and pencils, and lots of paper plates. 

“It seems someone was careless” You organize the table in a more orderly fashion, “Couldn’t you have put everything together instead of all over the place?” 

Amane frowned, “I was rushing, I thought you’d be home sooner.” She takes a plate and a black colored pencil, “I don’t have to teach you how to make a paper pal, right?” You shake your head and pick up purple construction paper and a pair of scissors. 

You look around the table looking for a ruler, “Do you know where our ruler went?” Amane pointed to the kitchen drawer left in the fridge, “Thank you.” 

You walk over to the small, yet cluttered, kitchen and grab the ruler. You return back to the table, and start drawing and cutting out the legs and arms. Then, you fold the pieces of paper into even squares before flatting the paper, leaving it off to the side.

Meanwhile, Amane is taking her time creating the face of her paper pal. A variety of blues, purples, pinks, and reds by her side. “Woah, your legs and arms are so even. Cut mine too!” as she hands you light blue construction paper before you’re able to reply.

You take the paper and start carefully lining the ruler making straight lines. You fold the paper and start cutting along the creases. “You can fold the paper into squares, can’t you?”

“I mean, I can, but I like how even and nice yours look,” Amane looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, “Please? Just for me?”

You sigh and start folding the blue paper into even squares while Amane starts gluing paper plates together, creating the bodies of the paper pals. When you finish folding up the papers, Amane takes them and starts lining them up and gluing. Soon enough, the two of you have a pair of paper pals.

“Yours is kinda ugly Y/N,” she giggles, picking up the paper pals and running to her room. 

You sit up and run after her, “Hey! Wait up!” Walking through the door to Amane’s room, you find that she’s putting up the paper pals right above her bed neatly next to her photo board. 

“Maybe yours isn’t that ugly after all,” she smiles, “Though now I’m kinda tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Amane pushes you out the room and shuts the door in a swift motion right as you tell her goodnight. You start walking to your room and start getting ready for bed. 

“What a fun thing to come home to.” You turn off your light and the apartment fells into a peaceful sleep. 

btw I love it when people write caleb's obsession as being both ways!!!! like not only is he willing to hide the mc away but he's willing to hide himself from the world for her. it leaves snail trails on my chair 🤤

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