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Numbers - Wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 270 words - AO3
“Hey,” Sirius exclaims as he catches up with Remus, who jumps at the sudden disruption of silence.
“Jesus, Pads,” he says, hand clutching his chest as if he is about to have a heart attack. “What are you even doing here? You’re supposed to be with the others.”
“They’re more than capable of creating a distraction themselves,” he shrugs. “Besides, there's safety in numbers. We can’t have you going to the enemies' lair on your own, Moons.”
Rolling his eyes, Remus mutters, “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re…good at distracting people. We’ll probably end up getting caught or it will backfire on us.”
“What are you talking about? I’m brilliant at pranks. I’m always laser focused.”
“You distract me.”
“What? Can’t stop looking at me and my beauty?” Sirius smirks.
Remus looks away, feeling his cheeks heat up at what was meant as a joke, but is actually the truth. Whenever he’s near, he can’t seem to take his eyes of Sirius. But he would never dream of admitting that; he’s his best friend, he wouldn’t want to do anything to risk that.
“Oh…” Cold fingers gently brush against his. “How- how about we prank the Slytherins tomorrow?”
Remus swallows. “And do what instead?”
Sirius opens the door to a broom cupboard. “I’ll give you three guesses.”
He grins as his follows him inside, not willing to let this opportunity pass him by. This very well may end up being a one-time thing, so Remus will savour every second of it, no matter how much it may hurt future him knowing what he could never have.
maybe you can ship characters and think they really shouldn't be together, that they make each other worse, that it's toxic and bad for them and you ship it anyway, to watch it end in disaster over and over again, to watch something that isn't real refuse to end. maybe its fiction and it hurts in a good way to watch them destroy each other because they fell in love at the wrong time, with the wrong person. maybe they're destined to destroy each other. maybe it shouldn't have been like this, they should have gotten to be happy, but they didn't.
makes me so sad when my friends refuse to pirate things and insist on paying for a streaming service EVEN when i offer to do it for them or teach them. like pleaseeee i have a vpn i have a plex server i can get you whatever you want. don't buy disney+ i can be your little poob i have it for you.
"Wait for me, I'm coming with you. Wait I'm coming too..." except it's Barty originally planning his whole elaborate plot to bring Voldemort back with the end goal being his own death so he could be reunited with Evan.
He did everything right. He spent months agonizing over every detail, putting on the skin of the very man who killed Evan. His only moment of weakness was the vengeance he took against his poor excuse of a father, leaving the man's remains buried to never be found again. And he succeeded. Didn't he? Voldemort returned, his plan had worked. But he wasn't granted a death, no that would be too easy, too merciful for his crimes. No, a dementor's kiss administered by the minister himself. No trial, it was done rather hastily, sloppily in spite of the man who had spent the last year meticulously planning his own demise. He knew the moment he saw the dementor he had failed. He would never see Evan again.
sometimes i think about evan dying with the engagement ring he planned to give barty in his pocket and barty feeling the gemstone of the ring through evan’s trousers while he’s sobbing and holding evan’s body and he just sobs harder because the world took barty’ one shot at a happy life away from him right in front of his eyes
So I've done my first aid + CPR a few times. And every single time I try and bring up scenarios for fat folks
Specifically like 'what if someone is too large for me to wrap my arms around then to do the heimleich'
And its incredibly rare I get a decent answer.
How absolutely insane is it that me, as a fat person, is asking how to have MY life saved or to save ANOTHER life, is an impossible feat if someone is fat.
Most of the time they tell me to 'just try anyways uwu'
From a first aid and CPR trainer, who is also fat.
The heimleich is scientifically as effective as slapping someone VERY hard on the back. The only reason it's so well taught is the man that invented it did a lot of great PR for himself. It's also a bit easier for smaller framed people to get the necessary force in, because people are often extremely scared to hurt people, even in life threatening situations.
With larger bodied people, whether they be fat, tall, muscular, etc. If you cannot get your arms around them, literally just slap the shit out of their shoulders. You want hard, open palmed slaps right in the center of the shoulders or slightly below.
If they are too tall for you to reach that high, guide them to lean over the back of a chair, and then slap slap slap slap slap.
It's been proven to be just as effective through many studies. It just doesn't have a trademarked name and a dramatic effect in film.
If you have to do CPR on a larger bodied person, again, fat, body builder, tall and broad, whoever, the trick to finding where you want to put your hands if going to be to take your hand and shove it in their armpit. No seriously. Put your hand in their armpit, then drag it in a straight line towards yourself until you're in the center of the chest, then put your other hand beneath that one. This is where you push. Then you are going to move the arm closest to you out of the way so you can get closer to them, and get the leverage you need to press down for compressions. The more of your body weight that is over your hands, the better the compression will be. Act like you are trying desperately to pack the last of your clothes in a suitcase, and just slam down hard on their chest.
They will make *horrible* noises. You might even break ribs.
But a broken rib is better than being dead.
One day, perhaps, other CPR and First Aid instructors will actually know and teach this shit. But the medical field is filled with people who don't know, don't care, or just outright hate fat people. So while this information won't fix your complaint, I do hope it helps someone out there with saving their loved ones, should it ever be needed.
