GingerCop

I notice more than you think I do. Independent RP blog for Beyondverse OC Damian James (D.J.) Grayson.

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

You know, Mary may act like she's tough and stuff, but she is really pretty sensitive. And she's still really hurt after that last blowout you two had. - gingercopbeyond

Deej, she accuses me of sleeping around any chance she can get! She gets angry I have friends. It isn’t my fault that she feels the need to be a martyr. How does she think I feel when she says those things? How do YOU think I feel? Why can’t you ever stick up for me?

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“She tells me differently, you know that is what caused this whole big fight between us, right?” she rolled her eyes. “It would be great if she could stop being a psycho for two seconds and not be a bitch to me and turn around and be helpful to me behind my back.” 

Though to be fair, she was supremely happy with his decision to take a leave from the force for a little while at least. Tristan needed to bond with his daddy too, and it meant that Blade wouldn’t feel so desperately lonely. 

Blade bit her tongue when Deej said neither meant to set the other off. She still believed Mary had it out for her, sincerely. She softened when Deej went to his knee, stroking his hair back with a soft hand. “You’re the only reason I’m relenting, D.J.” 

[gingercopbeyond]

“Isn’t that kind of backwards?” Deej asked, sincerely perplexed by the oddities of female interaction. “I thought it was nice to your face but stab you in the back most girls are afraid of.”

But then again, he had to concede that nothing about this progression had made sense. Mary had sort of bided her time, and if Deej had to be honest, he’d sort of broken the bro code by taking up with Blade. It was all so tangled. Something like those rumors that never seemed to die about his mother and Grandpa Bruce.

He smiled and kissed her gratefully. “And I’m forever glad that one of you is sensible enough to be nice.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

You know, Mary may act like she's tough and stuff, but she is really pretty sensitive. And she's still really hurt after that last blowout you two had. - gingercopbeyond

Deej, she accuses me of sleeping around any chance she can get! She gets angry I have friends. It isn’t my fault that she feels the need to be a martyr. How does she think I feel when she says those things? How do YOU think I feel? Why can’t you ever stick up for me?

[gingercopbeyond]

“I know,, baby. My sister’s a real handful and she can be really pompous, but she’s really pretty soft under it all.” Of course, he’d seen it all with Mary. She’d wept for Brandon, she’d sat night after night at the hospital with her Dad, refusing to go home, and after that whole mess with Willie she had nothing left in the tank.

Loss frightened the hell out of people and she’d faced enough of it. If anything it had reinforced Mary’s tendency to go it alone. For a while, with Willie, Deej had kind of hoped she might let someone in to help her. Only it hadn’t been what she needed. In a way, he suspected she was looking for someone to help her carry her burdens, and Willie had seemed the perfect solution except that her burdens were heavy. He had his own things to deal with. For Mary it had backfired spectacularly and the timing couldn’t have been worse. She’d retreated back into her shell, reaching out and stabbing at others.

D.J. believed it boiled down to her feeling a need for some kind of affirmation or proof that she deserved all of this. And yet, she railed at him for being an idiot, for not treating Blade like a lady or showing her enough attention.

“She tells me lots. That I should make more of an effort to help you with things. That I’m really lucky to have someone to spend my life with. Someone to care for and who cares for me without things getting complicated and that I’d better not take you for granted,” he admitted sheepishly. “I mean, I try, Blade, but sometimes I just don’t know what you want, or need, so she helps me. Makes suggestions.”

“That’s partly why she’s here. To make sure I don’t blow it, forget about you in my excitement about the baby. Well, and to make sure we don’t egg-baby Tristan.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

Blade softened, crossing her arms over her chest, defensive without saying it. “Well, everyone’s soft on the inside. She lashes out because she’s in pain. I get it. At least she has a good reason, I guess. I did it in high school because I was bored. But how does she think I feel when she tries to hurt me?”

The blonde took a deep breath, trying to keep her composure.“The shit with Willie is over and done with. We are trying to be friends, that’s it. To accuse me of cheating on you…Deej, it breaks my heart! It hurts me. It’s like she thinks I don’t care about you at all, and you – and Tristan – are my world. Every time she calls me a slut or dumb, or easy it makes me think ‘well, maybe I don’t deserve all of this’ or ‘maybe Deej should have found a nice girl’.” 

She huffed, running a hand through her hair. “She’s like Jekyll and Hyde. I liked the Mary that helped me out during labor, and the trip to the hospital. I liked the Mary that talked me out of a panic attack when you weren’t able to come to lamaze classes with me that one week. Why can’t she do that every day? Does she think she can lash out at people and not have them bite back because messed up stuff has happened to her?”

Blade was working herself up again, but she took another deep breath and quelled it. She was attempting to have a civilized and two-sided conversation with D.J. about this. After all, Mary was still his sister. 

“That’s nice that she tells you off when you need it sometimes,” she said. “Not that you need it often, but it’s nice to have backup. And like I said…if she was like this all of the time, we’d probably actually be friends by this point. We pick at each others’ wounds and then get mad that we’re bleeding.”

[gingercopbeyond]

“I don’t think she really thinks you’d mess around, and she’s never once told me you’re a slut, or dumb.” Wisely, D.J. withheld the fact that his mother didn’t think much of Brandi in the intellect department, but if anything, Mary had been angrier at him for being dismissive.

After all, she reminded him, she’d been the abandoned spouse when Brandon went back to work and left her at home alone with a squalling baby. It was because of that D.J. had put in to take a leave of absence at the P.D. for a month or two.

“Look, I don’t know what it is. I think the Willie thing, you guys just punch each others’ buttons. Not that I think either of you mean to, but the slightest little thing and it’s war. I have to live with the two of you for the next few weeks.” Sinking to one knee, he begged, “Please. Please please please. One of you has to be the bigger person, and I don’t think that’s Mary. I love you both. For me, please, can you please try to just get along? For my sake?”

[dxiapetus-blog]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pBMT0mmKyw)

super speed high five!

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

You know, Mary may act like she's tough and stuff, but she is really pretty sensitive. And she's still really hurt after that last blowout you two had. - gingercopbeyond

Deej, she accuses me of sleeping around any chance she can get! She gets angry I have friends. It isn’t my fault that she feels the need to be a martyr. How does she think I feel when she says those things? How do YOU think I feel? Why can’t you ever stick up for me?

[gingercopbeyond]

“I do! All the time! I tell her all the time that you’re really sweet and nice, given half a chance.” “She’s lonely, Blade. And afraid that this is it for her, but she’ll never admit it because she thinks she’s got to be the strong one. When she gets really nasty like that, it’s because she’s scared.” “What you don’t know is that she gives me shit all the time for being, well, not as considerate of you as I could be.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“I know she’s been through a lot. I try to be empathetic, baby, I’m not a monster. But she makes it so difficult sometimes!”

“She’s lonely because she chooses to be. She could go out and find someone if she wanted, but she’s convinced she has to hold people at arms’ length. She’s a good person deep down. I know she is – she proved that when I had Tristan.”

“Wait…she does? What…what does she say?”

[gingercopbeyond]

“I know,, baby. My sister’s a real handful and she can be really pompous, but she’s really pretty soft under it all.” Of course, he’d seen it all with Mary. She’d wept for Brandon, she’d sat night after night at the hospital with her Dad, refusing to go home, and after that whole mess with Willie she had nothing left in the tank.

Loss frightened the hell out of people and she’d faced enough of it. If anything it had reinforced Mary’s tendency to go it alone. For a while, with Willie, Deej had kind of hoped she might let someone in to help her. Only it hadn’t been what she needed. In a way, he suspected she was looking for someone to help her carry her burdens, and Willie had seemed the perfect solution except that her burdens were heavy. He had his own things to deal with. For Mary it had backfired spectacularly and the timing couldn’t have been worse. She’d retreated back into her shell, reaching out and stabbing at others.

D.J. believed it boiled down to her feeling a need for some kind of affirmation or proof that she deserved all of this. And yet, she railed at him for being an idiot, for not treating Blade like a lady or showing her enough attention.

“She tells me lots. That I should make more of an effort to help you with things. That I’m really lucky to have someone to spend my life with. Someone to care for and who cares for me without things getting complicated and that I’d better not take you for granted,” he admitted sheepishly. “I mean, I try, Blade, but sometimes I just don’t know what you want, or need, so she helps me. Makes suggestions.”

“That’s partly why she’s here. To make sure I don’t blow it, forget about you in my excitement about the baby. Well, and to make sure we don’t egg-baby Tristan.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

You know, Mary may act like she's tough and stuff, but she is really pretty sensitive. And she's still really hurt after that last blowout you two had. - gingercopbeyond

Deej, she accuses me of sleeping around any chance she can get! She gets angry I have friends. It isn’t my fault that she feels the need to be a martyr. How does she think I feel when she says those things? How do YOU think I feel? Why can’t you ever stick up for me?

[gingercopbeyond]

"I do! All the time! I tell her all the time that you're really sweet and nice, given half a chance." "She's lonely, Blade. And afraid that this is it for her, but she'll never admit it because she thinks she's got to be the strong one. When she gets really nasty like that, it's because she's scared." "What you don't know is that she gives me shit all the time for being, well, not as considerate of you as I could be."

[gingercopbeyond]

"Isn't he the most perfect thing you've ever seen?" Blade looked up at him, offering him a chance to hold their sleeping son.

Deej couldn’t seem to stop smiling. The teeny, tiny little bundle with the tiny bit of fuzz on his head had been an absolute dream. He didn’t cry very much, and generally just kept looking around the room so far as his little eyes could focus.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect baby,” he agreed, cradling the infant gently against his broad chest. “And I think he’ll look just like you. Once his wrinkles come out, anyway.”

[gingercopbeyond]

“Muscle strain,” he told her knowledgeably. “You worked muscles you never knew you had trying to push him out. They don’t do everything, the exercises. I mean, you can’t make your uterus involute on demand.”

Casually, his hand stroked Blade’s shoulder. “It feels like period cramps on steroids, right? Mom says they are a bigger pain every time, but they clear up after a few days. Couple weeks sometimes, but you’ve got good muscle tone in your abdomen so it shouldn’t take long.”

Already he was making plans for what to feed Blade once she came home. Mary had vanished soon after seeing Tristan, going to spend some time with her daughter before going back to the house. There would be all kinds of delicious, nutritious foods to help her regain her strength. He would see to it that everything given to her would be kind to her ulcer.

“Maybe you should have some milk,” D.J. suggested. “It might help calm your belly, and you probably haven’t had anything since you left the house.”

D.J. gently put the baby into Blade’s arms and went to open a container of milk. “So…you and Mary, managed to get here without trouble?”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“Very true, and I’d be concerned if I could…” she sighed, allowing her eyes to close just for a moment as he rubbed her shoulder. “Mmhm…I’m hoping it goes away soon. I don’t even want to look down there, it feels like a war-zone.” she whined.

One eye opened when he handed the baby over, and she nuzzled him gently. “He smells so new. It’s weird, isn’t it? A brand new little person and we have to give him the tools to survive and be good in this world.” the weight of the responsibility was great, greater than it seemed when she was merely pregnant with him. Tristan was no longer just an idea, but a living, breathing person in her arms.

“Milk will be good for a little while at least,” she agreed. She wasn’t very hungry, she was just exhausted. She couldn’t rest just yet though, as her family and the rest of their friends would want to come see her. 

“Surprisingly, yes. Mary did a…well, she actually did a really good job. I was so scared, Deej, I was terrified and somehow she managed to keep me calm and get me down the stairs and into the car. If I got to hang out with that Mary more, I’d like her better. Instead of the one who gets her rocks off attacking me and accusing me.” she said, absentmindedly stroking back Tristan’s tiny puff of hair.

[gingercopbeyond]

He was kind of glad they’d advised him against watching the show of his son entering the world. Blade’s concerns about her body hadn’t been entirely lost on him. D.J. worshipped her beautiful, firm body, even as it ballooned up. Now with no baby in there, he had a minor concern about her being like a deflated old inner tube, though if she was like that he would go nowhere.

Roy had said women were even better in the sack after babies, but D.J. wasn’t yet convinced. God knew he was still tumbling into the sack with Lian’s mother sometimes.

He carried the milk over and put it on the tray in front of Blade. “I’m glad. I really wasn’t sure what to expect. Some days I come home expecting to see the coroner at the house.”

Kissing Blade’s forehead once more, he whispered, “I’m so proud of you.” Not only had she managed to deal with Mary, but she’d given birth to whom he thought was the world’s most beautiful kid. Even cuter than John, or Beez.

[gingercopbeyond]

"Isn't he the most perfect thing you've ever seen?" Blade looked up at him, offering him a chance to hold their sleeping son.

Deej couldn’t seem to stop smiling. The teeny, tiny little bundle with the tiny bit of fuzz on his head had been an absolute dream. He didn’t cry very much, and generally just kept looking around the room so far as his little eyes could focus.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect baby,” he agreed, cradling the infant gently against his broad chest. “And I think he’ll look just like you. Once his wrinkles come out, anyway.”

[gingercopbeyond]

The large, freckled man turned red enough to obscure the markings on his skin. “Two weeks isn’t much. He’s over five pounds, had a normal Apgar. The biggest risk with preemies is the heart and lung development, and he’s got strong lungs and no problems with his heart.”

Shifting the baby so he could rest on one long arm, he drew the free arm around his child’s mother. “Mom said she was kinda sore after she had my brother, but that it was sort of low grade. You shouldn’t have a problem. Did they even manage to get an epidural into you?”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

“Good,” she breathed a sigh of relief, snuggling into Deej when he wrapped his arm around her. “I was so scared, I kept hoping he wasn’t coming, and I couldn’t stop it. I was afraid he was sick because he came this early.” 

“I’m sore, but they did manage to get the epidural in me.” she had been a little much to deal with, seeing as she was in pain and panicking. They needed to calm her down somehow. 

“The thing that’s bothering me most is my stomach. I don’t know if it’s my ulcer or what…” she said, gently stroking their son’s tiny bit of hair.

[gingercopbeyond]

“Muscle strain,” he told her knowledgeably. “You worked muscles you never knew you had trying to push him out. They don’t do everything, the exercises. I mean, you can’t make your uterus involute on demand.”

Casually, his hand stroked Blade’s shoulder. “It feels like period cramps on steroids, right? Mom says they are a bigger pain every time, but they clear up after a few days. Couple weeks sometimes, but you’ve got good muscle tone in your abdomen so it shouldn’t take long.”

Already he was making plans for what to feed Blade once she came home. Mary had vanished soon after seeing Tristan, going to spend some time with her daughter before going back to the house. There would be all kinds of delicious, nutritious foods to help her regain her strength. He would see to it that everything given to her would be kind to her ulcer.

“Maybe you should have some milk,” D.J. suggested. “It might help calm your belly, and you probably haven’t had anything since you left the house.”

D.J. gently put the baby into Blade’s arms and went to open a container of milk. “So...you and Mary, managed to get here without trouble?”

[gingercopbeyond]

"Isn't he the most perfect thing you've ever seen?" Blade looked up at him, offering him a chance to hold their sleeping son.

Deej couldn’t seem to stop smiling. The teeny, tiny little bundle with the tiny bit of fuzz on his head had been an absolute dream. He didn’t cry very much, and generally just kept looking around the room so far as his little eyes could focus.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect baby,” he agreed, cradling the infant gently against his broad chest. “And I think he’ll look just like you. Once his wrinkles come out, anyway.”

[gingercopbeyond]

“I hope he doesn’t,” Deej told her honestly. “Do you know how much crap guys with red hair go through? I mean, it’s Carrot Top or Rust Head. Honestly? I hope his hair ends up blond.”

While Blade was excited to see the little guy, now he was someone else Deej felt he should protect. The little boy was so small. Beez didn’t seem that small, and this guy came a couple of weeks earlier than he was supposed to. But then again, since nobody had taught the little guy to tell time, he supposed an on time delivery happens about as frequently as Halley’s comet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed so Blade could observe the sleeping child. “I just can’t believe we made him. I have a son, Blade. I have a son,” he whispered in wonderment.

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

Blade frowned, not ever remembering Nelson going through anything like that through their time in high school. Though, Deej had the first hand experience and she didn’t. “But I love your red hair,” she replied, running a hand through it when he sat with her. 

“The doctors said he was okay, right? I mean…he’s two weeks early…” she asked, wondering if the doctors told him anything while she was resting. 

“You’re a daddy. We have a son, and he is already wonderful.” she couldn’t stop looking at the little bundle in Deej’s arms. If it was a different situation, it would be kind of funny since he was so big, and Tristan was so small. Instead, she was just amazed that she got through the pain, that their little boy was finally here. For now, her fear of parenthood had dissipated. 

She tried to scoot over to make room for Deej to snuggle with her so they could all be together, but winced in pain. Her ulcer had been bothering her and all the pain and stress did not make things easier. She was still looking a bit peckish. “I’m scared for when the drugs wear off.” she chuckled. 

[gingercopbeyond]

The large, freckled man turned red enough to obscure the markings on his skin. “Two weeks isn’t much. He’s over five pounds, had a normal Apgar. The biggest risk with preemies is the heart and lung development, and he’s got strong lungs and no problems with his heart.”

Shifting the baby so he could rest on one long arm, he drew the free arm around his child’s mother. “Mom said she was kinda sore after she had my brother, but that it was sort of low grade. You shouldn’t have a problem. Did they even manage to get an epidural into you?”

[nursenotes]

1. Fist: Make a fist around the epi-pen, don’t place your thumb/fingers over either end

2. Flick the blue cap off

3. Fire. Press down into the outer thigh (the big muscle in there), hold for 10 seconds before removing (the orange cap will cover the needle). Bare skin is best but the epi-pen will go through clothing. Avoid pockets and seams. 

- Ring an ambulance even if everything seems to be fine!

[dontbeanassharry-deactivated201]

Don’t be wimpy about it, either. I know friends who are like, “but idk if I could stab you with a needle!” Please stab me with the needle, don’t be hesitant about it.

In my case (I can’t speak for all allergies), an epi buys me 20 minutes of breathing to get to the hospital. It is not a magic bullet, it’s a few critical minutes to help get me where I need to go.

[theroguefeminist]

For those who don’t know, people with serious food allergies carry epinephrine which is an adrenaline shot just in case they have anaphylaxis, which is a life threatening allergic attack. This shot is life-saving and must be administered to someone who is having an anaphylactic attack as SOON AS POSSIBLE, because an extra waited minute could mean their life.

It doesn’t hurt much at all to use this needle. The first time I used mine, I didn’t even feel it. But be sure to stab it IN THE OUTER THIGH. Do not stick it anywhere else or you could seriously hurt or kill someone. Just right to the outside of the thigh and then call the ambulance - even if your friend starts doing better, they could have a biphasic reaction, meaning a reaction that comes back (or they may need a second dose, be on the look out). If your friend has an epipen, then they have an epipen trainer that doesn’t have a needle and you can try it out just to be sure you know how to use the real thing if you have to. I’d also advise holding it a few more seconds then 10, maybe go for 14 just to be sure all the medicine is administered and that you didn’t count too fast - that’s what I did.

Here’s a graphic of where to stick it:

[unillustrated-man]

THANK YOU FOR THE GRAPHIC I was about to ask because my mom carries one around and so do some of my friends and I wanted to make sure I would do it right if I ever needed to!

[glutenfreethings]

Learn about this or get a refresher, if you’re not already familiar.

[gingercopbeyond]

"Isn't he the most perfect thing you've ever seen?" Blade looked up at him, offering him a chance to hold their sleeping son.

Deej couldn’t seem to stop smiling. The teeny, tiny little bundle with the tiny bit of fuzz on his head had been an absolute dream. He didn’t cry very much, and generally just kept looking around the room so far as his little eyes could focus.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect baby,” he agreed, cradling the infant gently against his broad chest. “And I think he’ll look just like you. Once his wrinkles come out, anyway.”

[my-deception-and-perfection-dea]

Blade couldn’t stop smiling either. Nine months of wondering what this little human inside of her would be like, and now she had her answer. She was practically glowing, bursting with pride. Exhaustion may have been making her even more emotional, but she started tearing up seeing her tiny baby in his daddy’s arms. Everything she was feeling seemed intensified by one hundred right now. Was this how all mothers felt? How did they stand it? 

She laughed softly, humming with approval. “I don’t know, he already seems to have your temperament, and I’m sure when he grows a little bit of hair it’ll be ginger.” 

[gingercopbeyond]

“I hope he doesn’t,” Deej told her honestly. “Do you know how much crap guys with red hair go through? I mean, it’s Carrot Top or Rust Head. Honestly? I hope his hair ends up blond.”

While Blade was excited to see the little guy, now he was someone else Deej felt he should protect. The little boy was so small. Beez didn’t seem that small, and this guy came a couple of weeks earlier than he was supposed to. But then again, since nobody had taught the little guy to tell time, he supposed an on time delivery happens about as frequently as Halley’s comet.

He sat down on the edge of the bed so Blade could observe the sleeping child. “I just can’t believe we made him. I have a son, Blade. I have a son,” he whispered in wonderment.

[very-demotivational]

Smart parenting very-demotivational.tumblr.com

[gingercopbeyond]

"Isn't he the most perfect thing you've ever seen?" Blade looked up at him, offering him a chance to hold their sleeping son.

Deej couldn’t seem to stop smiling. The teeny, tiny little bundle with the tiny bit of fuzz on his head had been an absolute dream. He didn’t cry very much, and generally just kept looking around the room so far as his little eyes could focus.

“I don’t think there’s ever been a more perfect baby,” he agreed, cradling the infant gently against his broad chest. “And I think he’ll look just like you. Once his wrinkles come out, anyway.”

[jakeyllenhaal]

I’ve never gotten into Harvard but I can’t imagine it would be anything unlike the feeling I get while watching this video

[awwww-cute]

Pup in training (Source: http://ift.tt/1CCK8Va)

[harpistin221bwinchesteralley]

I should never have been allowed to see this movie.

[awwww-cute]

He’s a big baby (Source: http://ift.tt/1N5nLNS)

[ginger-with-attitude]

Sing with me in the style of Shirley Bassey, Gooooooooldginger, He’s the man, the man with the Midas Touch. And a fire crotch. #redhead #Ginger #RockitlikeaRedhead #jamesbond #007