#i thought saying shit like this about real life pople

[death2normalcy]

Maybe it’s just because I’ve been on tumblr for so long, and I’ve seen this kind of issue be discussed multiple times in other fandoms, but the discussion that happened last night on twitter was just weird and kind of gross.

I’ll admit that when I was younger, I would post about real people in a way that is just not appropriate. But I’d like to think I’ve learned? Do I make the occasional comments in my tags about the guys? Absolutely, but I would like to think they aren’t that bad.

But there’s a line. There has to be a middle ground between treating them like little babies and writing whole paragraphs about how much you want to suck their dicks and all the nasty things you want them to do to you. There has to be that line.

And I get that some Stays on twitter are younger, but it’s the younger ones calling this out? And the older ones that are posting extremely graphic things that anyone can see, that aren’t on private, and then bullying a minor because she said something about it.

I personally think stuff like that should stay on private or in group chats. That’s all. Obviously, people won’t stop. You do you. But posting it and then getting mad that it popped up on a minor’s feed and they called you out is insane.

[cross-my-heartt]

Pieces Ch. 8

Crosshair doesn’t think he will ever have a family again but the galaxy has a knack for proving him wrong. And little by little the pieces fall into place.

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Hardly half a standard hour later, Bane’s group burst out of the hangar just as Crosshair and Ghost were clearing the ships’ ramp, allowing them to provide cover fire while the others boarded under a barrage of bolts. At first Crosshair had taken the sour look on Bane’s face to mean a dud but then he’d seen the data stick poking out of the Duros’ bloodied fist.

A success then.

It registered dully in his mind – he was used to success despite his recent string of failures with the Empire but the thought that he’d officially completed his first job as a mercenary brought a sense of finality with it. One he wasn’t sure how he felt about yet.

Once the initial euphoria of a clean escape had subsided and the ship lurched into hyperspace, the hunters went back to keeping to themselves. There was an air of contentment despite many of them looking exhausted or worse for wear but Crosshair remained tense.

He and Ghost were outsiders. He couldn’t let his guard down.

Especially now that there were real, tangible credits on the table.

In contrast, Bane, who was only a few feet away letting his droid bandage his hand, seemed completely at ease. He’d dumped the data stick in an open compartment in the pilot’s chair as soon as he’d come on board, hardly sparing it a thought despite the handful or so hunters loitering in the hallway to the cockpit.

Crosshair would have dubbed him a fool if it weren’t for the fact that not a single hunter had so much as glanced in its direction since.

“Dang it, Todo, you better know what you’re doin’!”

Crosshair turned in the direction of the curse.

“Don’t you worry mister Bane! I have done thorough research on first aid procedures, you can be sure you’re in good hands,” the droid all but fawned over its master and Crosshair resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Droids. He’d never get over his distaste for them. It didn’t help that this one insisted on being a sarcastic little shit to anyone who wasn’t Bane.

The two of them kept bickering, causing Crosshair to consider moving to another part of the ship, until the droid finally tied the bandage off and hovered a little way back.

“There! I told you I could do it.”

Bane didn’t seem the least bit inclined to agree or thank the droid as he made to stand up. Just then a voice interrupted him.

“That won’t do you any good.”

Crosshair jolted in surprise. It took him a moment but he soon confirmed that it was Ghost of all pople who had spoken. Bewildered, he shifted his eyes from Bane’s glare to the reg standing next to him.

“Like I said,” Ghost continued in the silence that had fallen over them, “It won’t do you any good like that.”

The three of them seemed to stop and stare at him for a while and it was the droid that broke the silence first, lurching forward with an angry whirr.

“And who are you to say that? I’ll have you know that I’ve downloaded several databanks detailing first aid and laceration treatment procedures. I know for a fact that this kind of dressing is perfectly adequate.”

Ghost shook his head. “Maybe for a regular patient. But not for a gunslinger.”

He raised a finger pointing at the bandage. “The edges tend to snag on whatever you’re holding if you wrap it like that. May I?”

He took a step towards Bane and Crosshair’s free hand shot to his weapon as his pulse picked up. Bane didn’t seem to notice, eyes trained on the clone who had approached him as his mouth twisted in and out of a scowl.

In the end he sat back down with a sneer.

“Go ahead.” He rasped derisively and Ghost took that as his cue to get to work. Crosshair’s nerves pulled taut. He kept his hand close to his rifle as he tried to figure out – though he couldn’t for the life of him – what had compelled Ghost to put himself in arms reach of the hunter.

Bane too didn’t seem to know what to think of it. His face kept alternating between confusion and mild suspicion right up until the medic was done rewrapping the bandage.

Ghost stood from where he was kneeling on the floor and watched Bane flex his hand a few times. The droid shoved past him to take a closer look and promptly let out a huff at Bane’s satisfied nod.

“Much obliged.” The hunter deigned to say though there was still an edge of suspicion to his voice. Ghost merely nodded before returning to stand at Crosshair’s side.

Crosshair kept stealing glances at him for the duration of their journey but Ghost didn’t give any indication of wanting to discuss what had happened.

Later, when they were back on Kaisel and had just received their share of the bounty – miraculously without any hiccups – Bane had pulled out a credit ingot and flicked it in Ghost’s direction.

“For your services,” the hunter had said, tipping his hat and turning to walk back to his ship, his droid trailing after with an angry glower.

“Well,” Crosshair had said then, raising an eyebrow. “aren’t you a charmer.”

Ghost stared at the gold bar for a second before flipping it into the air and catching it deftly.

“More like isn’t Bane a cheapskate,” he said and Crosshair found himself suppressing a grin once again.

After that they headed off to a shipyard to find some piece of junk to spend their credits on – the only thing they could afford for now – and it wasn’t long before they had a ship of their own. A cramped foul-smelling little rust bucket with four bunks and a functioning fresher and hyperdrive, not anywhere near up to respectable standards but functional nonetheless.

This was home now, Crosshair thought with resignation. Or at least it would have to be for the time being.

As they climbed up the steps to the inside of the ship, he took note of all the things that would have to be cleaned or patched up to be restored to working order. Ghost’s quiet footsteps behind him told him he was doing the same.

“Well, I’ve seen vode live in worse conditions,” the reg offered. Crosshair turned to see him nudging one of the ‘mattresses’ covering the bunks.

“Don’t touch that. We’re burning it.”

Ghost chuckled under his helmet.

After they’d completed their inspection and there was nothing else to be done, Crosshair finally took off his helmet and took his first breath of the ship’s air without it. Just as he suspected, it smelled even more vile without a filter.

But before he’d even thought of any way to remedy that, there was a sharp intake of breath behind him.

“You’re injured.” Ghost said, voice tight, and Crosshair shot him a glance before looking at a nearby metal surface where he could see a faint reflection of his face.

The side that had been showered with sparks when that blaster bolt had struck the crate above him was covered in small burn marks, some on their way to healing and others looking angry and raw. He examined them indifferently.

Some of those sparks must have been sizable globs of metal if they had left burns that big. A lucky angle must have let the bolt pass through and propel all that debris outward. Nevertheless, they would heal. And he told Ghost as much as he turned to head towards the front of the ship.

“Those may heal badly if you’ve left them under your helmet for so long.”

“I’ve had worse.”

He was just about to enter the cockpit when a hand grabbed his arm and spun him around, forcing him to look down into a pair of angry brown eyes.

“Sit. Down.”

Stunned into silence, Crosshair did just that, plopping into a seat bolted to the wall.

A knee-jerk reaction.

Kriff, Ghost had never been pushy like this before.

He then watched as Ghost’s expression mellowed out and he crouched down in front of Crosshair, pulling medical supplies out of the pouches at his belt and lining them up in that same methodical order Crosshair remembered from the med center.

Ghost was too preoccupied to notice. At least Crosshair hoped he was. But the moment a careful gloved hand touched his face both of his hands clutched at his knees, fingers digging painfully into the joint.

“This may hurt but we don’t want them to scar,” Ghost said in a low tone.

Warm. Comforting. Considerate.

For a wound like this? Why? Crosshair had to wonder.

Then his chin was turned to the side and he felt the light, cold daub of bacta over the burns. His grip tightened further and he was transported to the medical wing of some unnamed Imperial base, the Kaminoans’ oversized fingers twisting his head this way and that, staring at him and seeing no deeper than the surface of his skin. All the while something flickered on and off in his head like that broken light in the barracks. Something that wedged itself deeper than the pain but apparently didn’t matter enough from what he could glean.

They could fix him. It wouldn’t take too long. The wound would scar without the full course of treatment but he would be functional again, ready to serve.

And they had, fixed him. Any other minor scrape or not so minor one was treated by the medical droids with their blank voices and metal limbs.

Cold like everything else in the Empire. Even the blankets they slept under were nothing more than a play at privacy. His burn scars ached the worst on the nights it was cold. He’d been tempted to sleep during the day on Ryloth, when the sun warmed the rocks and he could see the heat haze rippling over their surface. But Rampart had eyes everywhere and Rampart expected results.

Crosshair swallowed thickly.

When was the last time someone had treated him like a human being?

The gentle touch to his face angled his head sideways and Ghost apologized for any potential discomfort.

Back in his batch Tech had been efficient in dealing with their injuries as long as they didn’t require treatment that was too advanced. He had been pragmatic about it however and so had Tinar for the duration they didn’t trust him to redress his wounds on his own. He didn’t remember that first time Ghost had done it for him, his body too sore and his mind too cluttered at the time.

“There. That should do it.” Ghost voice pulled him out of the daze. He barely held himself together while the medic gathered up his supplies and wandered off to find a place to store some of them on the ship.

He’d smiled at the end, proud perhaps of his own handiwork, but Crosshair’s mind kept circling back to the same question: When was the last time someone had treated him with such care? He put his head in his hands and let the cold feeling of bacta seep into his gloves. The image of a girl flashed through his mind but her words were tepid, overshadowed by a dark cloud so he asked himself again.

When was the last time anyone had been gentle with him?

And the answer was too long ago.

Far, far too long ago…

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Today in Pieces: severely traumatized man encounters human kindness.

[night-time-child]

9:38 23/05/2017 something  new ...

lemmi talk about youths on road, let me chat about your elder lemmie talk to the guys who put knifes in all my young g's hands , see they'll share there beef with you but whont have you back if you dont have the p's , coz monneys all it really comes down too , see me i got a dream and i aint gonna let my self just drive thru ,lemmi talk about fake bitch's lets talk about real love lets talk about hoes n sniches lets try not putting pussy first thnking with you heart n being your self not on hype for yor g's  , cheating playing round playing games spending time with one girl making her you hole world ' half you guys you make me sick just runnin round fucking other g's bitch's but you cant get mad coz dem man show you the hoes from the rose's the sluts and snakes ,bitchs , but having a girl to go home to now thats where my minds at , but haveing a gal dem whos only for you see thats where my minds at but haveing a famile anymore naa see man dems past that

i dont think about the petty shit in life , coz mans on hype ill show up at your yard bannie on my face dont play ith fire if you cant get burned , coz loves a fucked up game g , and i still got love for my ex gals , but im on a diffrent path now i thought i wanted a famlie but i missrepresented my agenda because life wasnt going my way heart break after heart break mans not gonna lie ive felt pain

 ill walk into your estate and lay the law down like i AINT PLAYING GAMES ,

like whos who and whats what more like whos is what or what is who's and who are you , i change in the night time people see the bannie and know im doing road tonight see i spend half my life trying to stay alive a quater on my game and a quawter on my bars see im trying ot move up im trying ot change that tax bracket se im tring to earn egnough so my mom dosent have to work no more see im tryig to earn egnough so my sister and do what she dreams too see im trying to ear egnough so my g's can party like i do see im trying to chane my self see im trying to change my self so i can hold down a gal see im trying to change so i can be what my next gall needs see the roads are getting cold g and that aint no lie im tired of playing games g im tired of seing my man die

im tired of seing my man shanked over g's im tired of always haveing someones beef im tired of never haveing p's coz i havent sold and g's

im tired of road , im tired of feeling cold ,im tired of not staying at my own yard coz i cant stand the memoreys of the , hole in my heart that cant be replaced see i said ive been scard by ex gals right' well let me explane it man was moveing like a snake man was playing games man fucked some peng ting and word got out see she never found out and man still feels the same coz man cant stand that if it wasnt for that red head bitch i would still be holding my gals hand its been 8 months from when i wrote this see and i have to put that in coz , this one might take me a year with a pen to try and explane and describe the pain i feel with words its easyer to clutch a knife , see two compleatly diffrent sides of a story you wouldnt understand a long complicated situation that ended up getting out of hand turned into the person i never was , see i was on hype g's and i was winning the games but then shit switched shit fliped and i was out'ed n had to leave her befor she found out because my life took a change see cheating fills you with more than just regret its the pain the emptyness that you feel within every breth naw i aint gonna go on no hype about it wasnt my fault and how i dont deserve this but it was and  i know that see i fucked up my own life and i just want to explane that ive been there and done what youre doing g trust me your life whont be the same but ill walk with you through the fire if you ould do the same ill let you make my mistakes if its what you want to do but first listen to what i have to say on the situation because i can promise you that ive made the wrong desition na you see

im tiired of always haveing side chicks hollering for me im tired of all theas roumore im tired of all theas bichs im tired of all the lies g

so come try liveing like me its fun i whont lie' but just dont chat about pain unless you've felt the same where you stuck in a situation , or the pople you love are better of without you see dont chat to me about petty beef coz that sht aint important g mans got bigger problems and i got some g's that ride with me so lets chat befor you awnser that text so lets chat befor you wanna play games so lets chat befro you make my sistakes yeh .