The Sonya Massey Case Actually Makes Me So Sick.

The Sonya Massey case actually makes me so sick.

Sean Grayson took a mother away from her children. He took a woman away from her family. A daughter away from her father. All because she did what he asked her to do and she made a joke he didn’t like.

He shot her 3 times in the face and then STILL told her to drop the pot he ASKED her to pick up.

He worked for 6 different police organizations. Im not sure the timestamps for that, but that might say a lot about him.

Sonya had called early in the morning to report somebody walking around suspiciously outside her house. She was not a criminal, she was not the person they were supposed to looking for at all, not that any of that would have justified such a response with no actual escalation to the situation.

May she rest in peace. And may her family get justice for her. I wish the family well during this surely extremely painful and difficult time. ❤️

I hate living in this fucking country

The crazy thing about the whole Sonya Massey situation is that, this isn't the first family member the family has lost due to the police.

Back in March 16th, Soyna's four-year-old cousin, Tyrell miller, was shot in the chest by a lieutant Nick Goc. Who had also been harnessing Tyrell's mother many time before the incident.

She called the police for help because as ex of hers forced himself onto her at knife-point. When the police got there they had stood outside the apartment for 10 minutes before going inside and finding Tyrell's mother in a pool of her own blood yelling out for them to save her baby. The saw the man with the knife go into Tyrell's room and come out holding a knife to the 4-year-olds neck. The police had no regard for Tyrell's saftey as they shot through him and at the perpetrator, killing both.

Tyrells mother didn't find out until waking up in the hospital the her baby did not make it. And has been recently discovered his killer was not going to be charged.

All for this same family to lose another loved one to the same force all but five months later all because he felt "threatened". Now let break that stupid shit down as well.

He told to take the pot off the stove, and when she tried to do so and move the pot he made it seem like she was going attack. And when he says the out loud she made a joke about it because he sounded dumb as fuck, saying that she planned to throw the water when all she did was follow through on what he told her. And for it she got wrongfully killed.

The Massey family has been failed time and time again by those who are supped to protect us. Sony Massey and Tyrell Miller should still be alive.

hii can i request a fic with bakugo and reader cooking together?

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - You can't cook however that's (mostly) okay with your boyfriend whose here to help. And make fun of your awful skills. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - cursing 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - ❤️

REBLOGS APPRECIATED

His back faced the living room, head hunched over the stove all while he muttered nonsense you couldn't seem to hear. The room wafted of burnt food and sadness, your nose twitching at the stream of smoke finding it's way out the window above the sink. And all you could do was watch with a pout.

"I didn't mean it..." You mumbled, trying your best to peak around his broad back and see the horrid monster that he was scraping off the pan. "I know." He stated, his tone seemingly unreadable. It made your stomach fall so far you almost tumbled off your chair.

"I'm sorry." He whipped around, holding up the blackened pan which the soon burnt piece of depression fell out of and plopped onto the ceramic floor.

"This is art, what are you talking about?"

You stared at him, blinking in the dead silence of the kitchen for a few beats. The stove vent groaning behind your curious confusion.

"Art?"

"Nobody I know has ever burnt a piece of spam quite like whatever the hell that thing is." He pointed to it like a child would a bug, your face forming into one of petty annoyance. You scoffed. "It isn't that bad."

Both your heads turned down to look at the most unrecognizable piece of ash that sat sadly on the ground.

"Okay... it's that bad. I only walked away for a second!" He raised an accusatory eyebrow, a sassy tone as he spoke, "That fucking phone, you were too busy shitting to make us dinner." "I was not! I was peeing you asshat, give me that pan!"

He moved it away, shaking his head as you got up from your chair.

"Oh no goblin hands, you're not touching this even if you beg." You paused, tilting your head. "Is begging an option?" His crimson eyes bored into yours, his jaw clenching. "Don't tease. I'm hungry." You let out a groan, glancing down at the sad chunk of spam. "Can we at least cook together then?"

He seemed to think about it, giving up with a breath and walking to place the pan in the sink, turning the faucet on.

"Sweep that sad thing up and I might let you stir something." The broom was in your hand within a few seconds, a string of curses falling from your lips as he bit a smile back from crossing his mouth. His head tilted ever so slightly so he could watch you mean mug the poor crusted piece of food.

"Can I do the vegetables? Veggies are easy." He turned to you, giving to the sassiest eyebrow lift he could muster. "What?" "Hand me a knife." You asked, leaning towards them. "In your dreams babe." He pushed the block of sharp utensils before you could snatch one, a glare being shot his way.

"Fine then... the rice?" He nodded. "Realistic." He again held a grin at your angry grumbles all the way to the bag of rice, then listened to your stress grumbles as you picked it up.

"Am I a bad housegirlfriend?" He sputtered in response to you, eyeing your face as you poured the rice into the cooker. "What the fuck does that mean?" "Am I a bad housegirlfriend?" You questioned in a genuine tone, setting the bag down while pressing buttons. "Cause I can't cook."

"Oh. No. Just useless."

You scoffed watching him laugh at his own joke, blocking you from pinching his arm. The wooden spatula he was holding falling into the pan while he all but collapsed with his own ability to find himself hilarious.

"Take that back you shithead!" He wrestled against you, holding your arms against your body. "No take backsies." "No way you just said that."

You both nearly tumbled from losing your footing, food popping on the pan as he huffed and you attempted to pinch him away.

"Am I really useless?" He shook his head, kissing the side of your head while holding you up. "Eh, you're nice to look at." "You are insufferable. I can't believe you save people for a living." "I smolder them to life with my charm." He grinned, holding you from escaping his arms and taking off. "Great lord I think that face would scare me back to death."

He teetered his head back and forth, the smell of smoke entering the air that you both noticed almost immediatley. Heads slowly turning towards the stove that seemed to evilly grin back to you both.

"Kats... I think you burned the food."

"Shit."