Finally getting through She-Ra and seeing Catra with short hair made me need to spend a few minutes editing this. Starting a petition for Fiona to cosplay Catra.
Hudling for warmth and DIY bullet removal with anyone you want
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You may not know who these folks are. But I love Jeremy and Michael so much. So I’m gonna go with them.
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Taken from this prompt list.
CW: Bullet wounds and blood.
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Flesh Wounds
“My hat.”
Michael’s grumbling under his breath. His own fingers are shaking. His body still telling him he has to get away; that he’s still in danger. And sure, he’s in danger alright. There’s nothing but the wail of Los Santos PD sirens swallowing them up as he and Jeremy linger in the basement of this old apartment building.
Michael’s covering one end of the bullet hole and gingerly looking for an exit wound. “C’mon. I swear to fucking Christ,” he sighs. He needs an exit wound. Without it, it means he’s going to have to go fishing. Nothing something he wanted to do, given that he should’ve listened to Matt more about how to DIY a bullet removal.
Jeremy laughs again, his chest heavy with his labored breathing. “I really should be more upset about being shot in the leg. But no, I mourn for a fucking hat.”
Michael’s listening to Jeremy’s laments about this ruined hat. A stray bullet went straight through the white garment. Michael, at this moment, wishes the bullet had done the same in Jeremy’s calf. It doesn’t help of course that it’s dark as shit and Jeremy’s blood is bright against the yellow pants and his pale skin but it seems like a river of it right now on Michael’s hand. He still hasn’t found that exit wound.
Finding more cloth to soak up more blood, Michael’s rag snags on something. Jeremy hisses, almost howls in pain and it takes him biting down on the bandana Michael gave him at the start of this janky medical procedure to muffle any cries out, to keep his noise level to a minimum.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Carefully, Michael works to untangle the string of fabric. To his relief though, he finds the casing sticking just above the hole in Jeremy’s flesh. “Thank fucking Christ. No lead poisoning today Lil J!”
Jeremy’s laugh is slightly muffled by the fabric clenched between his teeth. Michael grabs the tweezers and works slowly to remove the smashed bullet. He’s not even sure how the physics of that worked. How the bullet managed to say in such a level part of the flesh and not be embedded, considering the amount of blood too. Unless of course, Jeremy got grazed by one bullet and other hit something on the way to him. Either way, Michael’s just fucking relieved to have gotten it out.
The sound of the casing clattering to the ground sends a shiver down Jeremy’s spine. Or maybe it’s just a shiver from the slight blood loss. He rests his head against the concrete wall. He can tell his forehead is thick with sweat, dripping down to his eyelids. “One of these days, we’re gonna be really screwed. Like my hat. Just goners, dude.”
It should only be a hat. But, Michael knows it’s not. He knows just a forewarning. They won’t be invincible forever. It’s kind of a terrifying though. That some point they’ll have to give up the ghosts on the heist. They’ll have to take the highs with the lows. No one likes talking about the lows though.
“Eh, we’ll worry about that when that day comes.” Michael dresses the wound. His stitch job won’t compare to what can be done back at the penthouse. But for now, until the sirens die down, Michael knows it’ll slow the bleeding.
“I can hear your teeth chattering,” Michael teases, shrugging out of his leather coat. As best he can, he tucks it under Jeremy’s chin and around his shoulders.
“I-I’ll be fine.”
“Fine my ass.” Michael slides up against the wall. The mess of gauze, bloody rags and the bullet casing sit at their feet. Michael’s conscious not to settle on the side of Jeremy that’s injured and instead, settles up on Jeremy’s left, slinging his arm around Jeremy’s shoulder.
“You smell like ass.” It’s just a bit of gasoline, stale gasoline. Probably from all the previous heists and jobs where he got a little too heavy handed with his can and matches.
“You’ll survive. Just need the dickwad cops to give up and then you won’t have to tolerate it anymore.”
I can’t believe that there are some people in the ah community that don’t know about Gavin shitting himself 5 times in one day and nobody but Ryan expressing any legitimate concern about it
Happy pride month to closeted trans people who live with being misgendered and deadnamed on a daily basis. You’re all so strong and brave I love you so fucking much.
The less fabric, the better. If you wear a rectangle hijab, tuck in the long ends. Squares are preferred as they’re smaller.
Do not wear pins. Use a magnet if you have one or wear jersey or another hijab that does not require pins.
Bring an extra hijab. Bring an extra hijab in case you get tear gassed- it can linger on the fabric and get reactivated, so it’s best to change. End I.D.]
if you’re carrying supplies to assist other protesters, consider packing some fabric fit for a head covering or a scarf, in case someone with a hijab is tear gassed or has their hijab ripped off.
and be prepared to cover for anyone who may need to change theirs on the street. if you are male, etc. you’ll want to be sure to not face them. it just takes a few people and a few moments to make a quick cover
Highly recommend this book for those concerned about the treatment of Black girls in educational institutions.
Try searching for it on Bookshop.org and help support local bookshops instead of buying from Amazon. Even better if you can find a Black owned bookshop online and buy direct from them.
ADDITIONALLY: Contact your local school board and ask if the public school contracts with local police departments for their school resource officers (SROs). Demand that they terminate their contract and redirect resources plan a better way to serve their students. Minneapolis public school board did this last week.
if you A) arrest a six-year-old, B) call the cops on a six-year-old, or C) think any of this is remotely ok, you shouldn’t be allowed to breathe what the fuck is wrong with people
guys, if you’re a white rt fan, or just a non-black fan of rt, i advise that you don’t go around accepting the apologies of rt and ah members to mica. it’s not our place to accept them, it’s hers.
not surprised about how mica was treated by roosterteeth but i am super proud of her resiliance and her speaking out on it. a lot of ur faves (mine included) were silent as fuck on her behalf, and yeah they may have grown, but they still need to be held accountable.
silence is inexcusable. especially when everyone was so quick to defend jeremy and matt when the community attacked them. do we see the difference? exactly.
if ur not black and u have to log off for a while for ur mental health, dont make it a big to-do. dont make a post like "keeping up with the news is so exhausting im gonna be logging off for a while guys :(" or "i cant handle the negativity in the news right now so im going offline for awhile :(" like that just makes u look like a privileged ass. taking care of urself is important but u dont have to make a post. just like any other day, ur allowed to just not be online for a few hours. i promise no ones gonna question it. no ones gonna be trying to hunt u down and demand to kno why u havent been posting #blm every ten minutes all day long with no breaks to eat or sleep or live ur life. u can just.... quietly log off
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