#tw:shooting

[gale-gentlepenguin]

So two people are critically injured and one is dead from that assassination attempt.

My heart goes out to those people's families. and I pray that the two that were injured recover.

[is-it-gabriel]

do they have any phobias?

" Not really. I used to be more freaked out by situational phobias, but after what happened to Mia and I, I feel like I don't have too much to be scared of anymore"

[knomelooking]

I would like to tell ppl I named my cat tin can.

They think it’s cute

It is cute

They ask for the story

I now can lie

Or joke about my trauma

The lie

“Oh I liked the name and I mean look at them!”

The trauma

It would’ve been the last thing I texted my sister before I was shot at in my classroom.

Can you believe that that would have been the last thing

Like fucking tincan

But anyway tin can is a great name and if he ever gets a sibling

Their name is bean

[is-it-gabriel]

There weren’t many memories that Gabe considered positive from when he was younger. His family had been a disaster, he had been a disaster, and yet he really did enjoy his time with lemie. It all ended messy but there were plenty of fun times still worth remembering right? “ you did. Never a dull moment with you lemie? Are you still as exciting? “ he asked with a reading smile “ yeah I sort of dropped that one out there didn’t I? “ Gabe added with a nod. “ for some context I was an undercover detective when it happened. It wasn’t that I deliberately made someone that angry at me “ @lemielewis

Adventurous was absolutely accurate. Every day, especially back then, Lemie had been on a quest to liven up her life. School bored her, her classmates bored her, she bored her own damn self, so she got in trouble instead and dragged Gabe right along with her. "I like to think I made your life more interesting," she said with a cocky grin as they ambled towards their destination. "I've got some time if it means you'll give me that story's details. I mean, you got shot? Maybe you didn't need me to make your life more interesting after all." @is-it-gabriel

[bubblesquasheleven]

i love you, and i'm sorry

A ranting, rambling post about my emotions after the shooting in Colorado. Obvious content warnings/trigger warnings, but I will try to include them in the tags as well.

I don't feel like I should be this emotional over a shooting that I was never a victim too. I live in Scotland, thousands of miles from the victims and families affected by this tragedy and yet it cycles in my brain on repeat. I've shed very real tears for those who've passed away. I found out that one of the victims, a trans man, is someone I have followed on twitter for quite a while. It feels weird knowing I'll never see his shitpost tweets show up in my feed again.

Maybe I'm so hurt, so terrified because of the community link? As not only a queer trans guy, but also a drag king in my own local scene, do I now subconsciously fear that violence? Gun crimes are rare here in Scotland, but I'd be lying if I said I'd never been hate-crimed. Do I fear these hate crimes worsening? Do I fear that others who share these views will see people reach and stretch to defend their bigotry, and do I fear that this will encourage them?

Is it selfish for me to be fearful? I'm honouring the victims and fighting for them however I can right now. I have not shut up about the injustice of the situation, I am sharing awareness to those who didn't know about it, I have donated to a charity group that are actively supporting victims and families just now. Is it wrong of me to be terrified by this? To vent these worries to a blog like this where it can be perceived that I'm making it about me? that is not what I want.

I want to be safe in my community and in our spaces. I want my friends to be safe in our spaces. I want to see queer people live full and unrestrained lives, not ones cut short by frequent and brutal hatred. I want to see trans people be happy and find love and get married and start a family and go on holidays and grow old and die old. I'm sick of seeing queer people die so young, claimed by violence or drugs or suicide or medical procedures. I want peace for us. Don't we deserve it?

I'm sorry to those who have been directly affected by this travesty. Truly, I am. Words cannot begin to capture the sorrow, the rage and the heartbreak I feel with you all. The love we share communally has no limits, and we will never forget what happened here. I wish I could find a better way to share that love with you than through a messy, emotional blog post, but I promise I'm doing what I can. May you all know peace.

Daniel Davis Ashton, Raymond Green, Kelly Loving, Ashley Paugh, and Derrick Rump: please rest now. Through you all deserved so much more, now you will know no more pain, and no more hardship. I love you.

[thesimboneyard]

I don't think any of my mutuals are in the Plymouth area nor do many know I study there, although I was in the city earlier today I actually left a couple hours before the shooting occured. My heart goes out to all the people involved this is almost unheard of in England, if anyone knows of any verified funds for the families of the victims please reblog with them.

[icklemissmayhem]

BTS Fic - Stones Thrown - Chapter 5

T/W: Shooting at a concert, Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Ao3  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Jin wakes to Yoongi calling both his name and Taehyung’s repeatedly, though he quickly realises in very different tones. He’s speaking softly, reassuringly to Tae, and pretty much whisper-shouting at Jin to wake up. As he blinks his eyes fully open, Jin squints in the dim light, it’s obviously still night-time, the lights in their bay switched off, though the area is lit from the ward corridor and the monitors they’re attached to still. He also becomes aware of a soft whimpering, gasping noise, especially when Yoongi quietens, having noticed Jin is now awake and listening. “Yoongi, what’s-” he starts, almost immediately being interrupted, but for once not caring as he clears his throat, hoping his voice will sound less hoarse the next time he speaks. “Hyung, it’s Tae, something’s wrong, he won’t answer me, I’m going to call-” Yoongi blurts, clearly worried, panicked almost, reaching for his call button, pausing as Jin responds. “Just wait. Give me a minute.” He makes eye contact with Yoongi as he uses the controls on his bed to raise himself into a sitting position, grimacing as he shifts position before turning as much as he can towards Taehyung, equal parts glad and relieved once more that the hospital staff put him next to Jin, just a few feet away when he was brought up to the ward eventually in the evening. “Taehyung-ah, It’s hyung. What’s wrong? Does it hurt, do you need more medicine?” he queries, frowning when Tae’s only response to his questioning is more whimpering and more gasping breaths, his eyes wide open, but not focussing on Jin as he continues to speak. “Taehyung?” he tries again, louder this time, but gets no- well, the same response. Worried now, Jin shifts towards the edge of his bed, gingerly turning and sliding his legs over the edge of the bed closest to Taehyung. “Hyung, no- what the f-” Yoongi protests, grabbing once more at the call button. Jin grunts as his feet hit the floor, and heaves himself upright, grabbing hold of the cabinet beside his bed to steady himself, a wave of dizziness sweeping over him briefly. “Seokjin-hyung, no, get back in bed, I’ll call-” Yoongi continues to protest, Jin fixing him with a pointed look, practically a glare, across the bay, before he takes a step towards Taehyung, grimacing as the leads and tubes he’d momentarily forgotten about in his determination to reach Tae make their presence felt. “Min Yoongi, I swear, if you press that damn button I’ll-” Jin threatens, taking another step, cutting himself off, hissing as his IV line pulls out of his hand. One step later, and he’s turning and lowering himself gently down onto the side of Taehyung’s bed, and looking down at him, Taehyung lying almost rigid, breathing rapidly, but seemingly unaware of anything around him, until Jin gently touches the side of his face. Tae’s eyes shoot to Jin’s face suddenly, and he seems to stiffen somehow, but then relaxes, a sigh shakily leaving his lips as tears form in his eyes. “Hey Taehyung-ah” Jin practically croons, fingers gently brushing hair back away from his face, only stilling the movement when Taehyung brings one of his hands up and grips his wrist tightly, before relaxing his grip, but keeping the contact. “Are you in pain?” He smiles when Taehyung screws up his face but then shakes his head. “Good… That’s good, I’m glad.” “Hyung, is Tae…?” he hears Yoongi ask hesitantly, and he looks up, smiling still. “He’s ok Yoongi-yah. He’s awake now.” He looks down at Taehyung once more as he feels his hand being squeezed tightly again, Tae opening his mouth to speak. “Hyung-” he grimaces, and tries to clear his throat, but his voice sounds as weak as before when he speaks again. “-couldn’t… I… scared.” “You had a bad dream?” Again, Taehyung screws up his face, thinking, but doesn’t answer. “Taehyung-ah?” Silence. Jin sighs, smiling sadly. “You know we’re safe here, right?” Tae raises an eyebrow sceptically, still not speaking as he inhales shakily, tears still spilling slowly, Jin wiping them away carefully. “We’re at the hospital now, Yoongi too, remember?” He gets a nod for that at least. “Listen Tae. We are safe now, I promise. We have security here on the ward, outside too.” He reassures, knowing that having been the only reason he’d slept earlier. Taehyung lets out another shaky sigh, then mutters something, avoiding eye contact.

“Taehyung, please. Tell me what’s wrong so I can help.” Jin can see Yoongi across the room, propped up in bed now, watching the two of them, frowning, obviously concerned, probably annoyed that he can’t do anything to help. Jin flashes him a quick ‘ok’ sign, but his attention snaps back to Taehyung when he begins speaking once more.

“Jin-hyung, it wasn’t a dream, it… it really ha-“ and with that he crumbles completely, letting go of Jin’s hand and hiding his face as he begins sobbing brokenly. Silently cursing the fact he’s only got one hand, and he can’t pull Taehyung into his chest without hurting both of them, Jin does his best to wipe away the tears streaming down Tae’s face under his hands, stroking his hair, rubbing his thumb against his cheek, his jaw, his neck, anything he can think of that might provide any sort of comfort, murmuring soothing assurances all the while. He’s not sure how much time passes before Taehyung sucks in a long, shaky breath, scrubbing at his eyes before dropping his hands to his sides. He looks every bit the mess Jin expects, blotchy and damp-skinned from tears, still sniffing, when his breath isn’t catching in the occasional sob, but he seems to have calmed down somewhat. Jin brushes his hair back from his face once more and leaves his hand there as Tae leans into the contact, half-smiling as Tae looks up at him, just staring.

“Gwaechanah?” he whispers, before catching himself and adding “jyeossni?” at which Tae’s lips quirk slightly. “We will be.” he promises, nodding his head decisively. “You, me and Yoongi-yah over there” he continues, “We’re here, and we’re together, and we’ll get better. Together.” He smiles as Yoongi backs him up, deliberately drawling in Satoori, Tae smiling fully even as he scrubs at his eyes once more before responding in kind, vowing to fight back stronger than ever, or something to that effect. “Hyung, Taehyung-ah, we should probably get-” Yoongi yawns before he can finish the sentence, just as well, since the sheer ignominy of being told to sleep at a reasonable hour by Min Yoongi of all people would undoubtedly have caused a row to break out on a normal night, but this isn’t a normal night, Yoongi looks as tired as Jin feels, and despite barely spending any time awake since arriving on the ward, Taehyung looks as if he’s fighting to keep his eyes open. “OK Yoongi-yah” he replies, “Sleep well.” He watches as Yoongi lies back down flat, shifting slightly until he stills, as comfortable as he can be whilst lying on his back. He turns to face Taehyung, to wish him goodnight too, but as he does so, Tae grabs at his hand once more, holding it tight. “Hyung, I- don’t- I-” he stutters, before trying again. “Don’t want to sleep.” “Taehyung-ah” Jin whispers, squeezing his fingers reassuringly “you’ll be alright, I promise. You need to sleep to get better. Hyung will stay until-” “I don’t want to be alone.” Taehyung pleads. “Hyungnim please, I- I was alone, and no-one was there and- and no-one came to help and I couldn’t get up, and I couldn’t wake up and- No more drugs, no more sleep. Not alone.” Jin sighs as Tae quiets, obviously still upset by what sounds like a nightmare the drugs kept him from waking and escaping. “Taehyung-ah. You weren’t alone, I promise. I was there with you the whole time, on the stage remember? Then Joon and Hoseok-ah were with you til you got to the hospital. I know, I do, it’s been scary for all of us, but we’re not alone. Never have been, never will be.” Seeing Tae’s eyes gloss over with tears once more, he hurriedly continues. “You weren’t alone. That was just a nightmare. Yoongi-yah is over there-” he reassures him, gesturing, “-and I’ll be right there.” he finishes, pointing at his own bed, barely any distance away. Taehyung frowns, reaching to grab Jin’s wrist and pulling it down close to his chest. “Hyung… sleep here instead.” he all but begs, refusing to let go of Jin’s hand, even as Jin tries to gently free it from his tightening grip. He sighs as he tries one last time to get Taehyung to settle. “Tae, there’s really not enough ro- Yah! Wait- don’t!” He interrupts himself twice in as meany seconds as Tae, stubbornly attempts to shuffle to the far side of the bed, barely moving before he stills, grimacing. “Yeah. That’s why.” Jin murmurs, not unkindly, as Taehyung sucks in a few deep breaths. “Taehyung, this really isn’t a good idea. Imagine one of us falling o-” Taehyung interrupts at that point, still quietly pleading, and Jin makes the mistake he so often does when dealing with the youngest members and makes eye contact with him. He should know better, know his own weaknesses when he’s trying to be responsible, reasonable, but far too often, like right now, with Tae’s eyes still puffy and red, glassy with the threat of more tears, they manage to convince him to go against his better judgement, just by looking at him - and Taehyung still won’t loosen his grip on Jin’s hand. Jin huffs as his resolve crumbles, along with any inclination to stand up and return to his own bed. “If one of us ends up on the floor it’s on you, Kim Taehyung.” he half-jokes, as a smile just barely pulls up the edges of Tae’s mouth, scrubbing at his eyes roughly before laying his arm out across the space he’s managed to create for Jin to lie down next to him.

“We won’t.” he states matter-of-factly, smiling fully as Jin lifts his feet onto the bed and slides them under the blanket, turning his body gingerly as he does so, before lying down, moving slowly and carefully, focussing on not jostling Taehyung, rather than being careful on his own account, something he almost immediately regrets, hissing out a pained breath as he settles, his injured shoulder protesting as he tries to relax back onto the bed. Tae’s arm immediately curls around from under his neck, fingers momentarily combing through his hair before stilling as Taehyung hums contentedly. Jin feels him shift slightly, before smiling as his other hand is seized by Tae’s, fingers wrapping round his own and squeezing gently. “Taehyung-ah…” he whispers “what are you…?” “Just making sure hyung doesn’t fall out of bed.” Tae murmurs in response, and Jin can practically hear him grinning cheekily now he’s gotten his own way, as he so often does. “Yah, you menace. Time to sleep.” he admonishes, even as a grin matching Taehyung’s own flashes across his face before he yawns.

“Ok hyung. Goodnight.” Tae agrees, sleepily.

“Sweet dreams Taehyung-ah.” he murmurs, eyes closing, receiving only a hum as an answer.

[btxtreads]

Making a Soobin fic BUT...

DON’T READ IT IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY MASS SHOOTINGS (IT’S A MEDICAL FIC). PLEASE. IT’LL BE FULL OF TRIGGER WARNINGS AND BLOCKED BY A KEEP READING LINE TO KEEP IT BLOCKED BY THOSE UNSURE TO READ IT. BE CAREFUL.

i simultaneously created around 3/4 of an outline for a soobin fic while making the first fic of the dream series but my friend told me to fill it with trigger warnings because it’s a medical fic where they’re all ER physicians and  gotta fill it with triage scenarios (mass casualties which i modeled after big disasters throughout the years) and multiple medical references (codes and triages and the works) :((( i’ll release it soon but pls be careful if you guys do end up reading it 💜 

[thecursedson]

B O U N D  I N  B O N E S

H A R R Y

It was always the weakest of the group that was picked out on the Isle, and it still shown today that it hasn’t somehow changed. They knew Baelfire was the weakest of all them. Harry was downright insane, CJ was gone, and Harriet was murderous and vicious like her little brother.. but Bae.. he was a truly weak one.. to damn kind and full of heart.

Harry found him there, laying there and for a second his heart stopped, fearing the worst. He saw the blood all over him and the bruises.. and he thanked what ever Evil that kept him breathing as Harry lifted the boy up as quickly but carefully as he could with ease. “Ye fool.. ye foolish laddie” He whispers, keeping his hold and running back to the Jolly Roger, ignoring anyone that looked his way.. his focus all on Bae getting help from their mother. Harry just had to get him to the boat like somehow that would save his life. “Don’t ye dare die.” He whispered while running.

Soundly Baelfire slept in his bed just the room next to Harry’s, across from Harriet’s and down from his parents. He was dreaming of oceans far off in the distance when someone came into his room. Hearing the door, he squinted his eyes trying to see in the darkness. “Harry. . ? Is that you. . .?” He asked to the figure in the darkness. Then one figure became two and before he could scream for help he was gagged, dragged from his bed, bound in chains, and taken from his home. All that was left was his door wide open and his bedsheets that had been pulled across the room while Bae fought for his freedom. That was the last time Baelfire saw the stars. . .

No matter how much he screamed and pleaded, they wouldn’t let him go. Hours turned into days.  No food, no water. Bound in darkness by chains as he endured stab wounds, punches and more at the hands of his captures. Normally, Baelfire had enough strength to fight on but the light he had was fading quick as he lost more blood every day.  By the fourth day of enduring brutal torment, Baelfire had completely given up hope that he was going to live past this.

After a week, news got out that someone was looking for him and offering a hefty reward for his return.  Note-- it wasn’t specified that his return was safe, which his kidnappers took note of. They dragged Bae’s barely alive body to the sidewalk where they were going to leave him for dead by his hair, but not before delivering one final blow. To them, the deep stab wounds on his sides and legs, bruises on his arms, cuts on his ankles and wrists from chains, and the gash on his head and cheek were not enough. Bae’s eyes opened just enough to see the blurry barrel of a gun and then - 

-Everything went black. 

He laid there suffering, struggling to live as he laid in a small puddle of his own blood. His breathing was slow and painful as his body counted the minutes until he would eventually stop. If it weren’t for Harry finding his little brother it would have been too late. He could hear his voice as he picked him up from the ground and held him as he ran. Something about hearing Harry’s voice was comforting, perhaps because it was the first voice he recognized since he had gone missing. 

“H. . . a . . .r. . . .” Was all that Bae had the strength to force out from his cut-up lips before he let himself slip into darkness against Harry’s chest. 

{ @secondbcrnpiracy​ | cont. }

[buckmatthewsparker]

Self para: reaction to Chases para

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Mention: @detective-petrone and @detectivexchase

Buck was relaxing and waiting for Chase to come home like he always did. Chase had called him and told him he was on his way home and he couldn’t wait. It had been a long day and all he wanted to do was drink some beers, eat good food and cuddle with his man. But life seemed to have a different ducking (his cuss word instead of the F word) idea for them tonight. Buck had heard his phone ring and wondered who that could be. Maybe chase decided to stop and pick up dinner for them tonight, he answered seeing Chases name but was greeted by another voice. Which proceeded to tell him that Chase had been shot and was on his way to the hospital.

Buck gasped and clenched the phone in his hand wanting to collapse right then and there. He didn’t even let the guy finish before he was rushing outside and he could see the flashing lights and cop cars all surrounded around. He did the best he could at locking up the house and running over to the scene. “That’s.. you gotta let me through.. that’s my boyfriend.. I’m Buck. The one you called.”he said as he was finally let through and into the ambulance on the way to the hospital with Chase. Luckily it was someone from his own station that answered the call so he could hop into the back and ride along. He held onto his hand and sniffed as he opened his eyes and looked at him. Yep Buck was a mess and he wasn’t even going to hide it. “You’re one to talk mister.. you’re shot and bleeding. I may look like a mess but it’s only because the man I need is hurt and I can’t lose you. I’m not going to lose you. Not when we just got each other.”he sniffed and openly cried in front of Chase. Something he didn’t do often expect for that one case he had that really messed him up.

“Chase.. baby. Don’t you dare close your eyes. You stay awake for me. Come back to me.”he said as he saw Chase drifting in and out of consciousness. Buck wanted so badly to jump in and help out but he was off duty and Hen was telling him to back off and just be there with Chase and not work. He really couldn’t focus anyway since his mind was all over the place and he just was worried and concerned. As they arrived at the hospital he was pushed back and not even allowed back. Buck broke down in the waiting room and slid down against the wall. He grabbed out his phone and texted Gage. “Hey Gage... I need you. Hospital.. Chase...😭”he sent and closed his eyes. It was a long night but he wasn’t moving at all. He was going to wait there until he woke up and got out of surgery.

The surgery took over 12 hours and he did or more was forced to leave to go get some sleep and something to eat. Because knowing Buck he wasn’t going to eat or sleep until the love of his life was awake and speaking to him again. When he was allowed to see him, Buck grabbed Gage as they walked in together and hand in hand to Chases room. “God baby... I’m so happy to see those beautiful eyes of yours my sexy Sherlock. And to hear your voice.. I.. i.. thought I lost you. But you did keep your promise and thank god you did.”he grabbed his hand gently.

[niuniente]

Yugo Yuuki draws the best injuries (from Akumetsu)

[is-it-gabriel]

👄 + Mia

"I think the moment I met Mia, I knew she was going to change my life for the better. I kind of felt a little lost and had become so disillusioned with everything going on. I really wanted out of undercover work, because it felt so manipulative and I hated lying to people. I knew when I met her, that after the case was finished I would give it all up for her. She saved me from how bullshit the work was. She saved me from so many things. Even now she saves me from the more depressive states I can get into after the incident. When I thought I lost her, it felt like everything positive I had envisioned for us just fell apart. I didn't want to exist without her. Now that she's here again and we were given a second chance, its almost like I'm getting the opportunity to fall in love with Mia all over again. And every day I feel lucky to experience that again. @beautyxnthefire

[roleplayhq]

plot drop 01: the carnvial

BEFORE THE READ:

Please note there are strong trigger warnings for bombings, potential bombs, people being shot and hurt, if these are things that trigger you, please do not read or engage with this post.

THE PREMISE:

The Carnival was going swell, lights were shimmering, kids were laughing, and parents were mingling with friends, but danger was lurking in the shadows, it had been planned for weeks in advance now - for a bomb to planted on someone to then be let off in the midst of everyone as a message to authority that if they ever tried to hijack their plans or take from them once again then this is what would happen - but the FBI were on it, Irina and her team had been following this for a while now and were one step a head which is was she was here with the arranged bomb squad having received anon tip offs a head of time. 

But once she was spotted, things needed to move swiftly from there, her hand on her gun as she moved towards the target with the bomb attached to his chest, he was screaming, yelling about death, about his plans and what he wanted, but Irina wasn’t going to let this happen, she wasn’t going to let any life be put in danger ( she may be guarded  but she wasn’t heartless ). Shots were fired and people were hurt-... Redwood’s own Brett Hexworth, owner of Hex was hit and found to be bleeding towards his car in amongst the chaos as well as Elena Watson being separated from maybe boyfriend Beau Valentine, no one really knowing if they were reconnected but that’s not all.

Not even the workers of the Carnival were safe as Asa Rodeo as he was trying to help everyone protect and keep them safe out of the way was secure himself as fate had other plans for him, tripping over a stray metal bar in amongst the panic and shuffle of people having his leg trampled on and injured to the point where he couldn’t aid himself in the terror of everything going on. We can all thank Irina Balinska, the Federal Bureau of Investigation and their affiliations for saving the night, securing the bomb and preventing anyone and everyone from being hurt.

THE OOC INFORMATION:

The Carnival Event will be drawing to a close on the last day of January in preparation for our February Valentines Day event.

You're welcome to have your character interact and react with the plot drop whether they attended or not, I feel like this will be like a newspaper article or on the social media’s whether it be Facebook, Daily Mail, Snapchat, Youtube ect. 

If you would like to have your character written into the plot drop, there is still room and time to do that, just send the main or me a message and I’ll be able to do that. 

You’re welcome to continue any thread after this one has ended.

Thank you to @muzeisms for lending their characters to be hurt and involved.

[thehumanrat]

((I have had a couple of messages about this and if anyone needs help drafting anything to their government representatives or help working out who to talk to about gun laws, I’m here. I’m sorry to bring this up in the middle of positivity night but it’s very very important and it’s the only thing I can do to help since I’m not an American.))

[anymusings]

So I want to talk about school administrations and school shootings...

They don’t care. They don’t care until it has already happened. That is not to say that teachers, administrations, etc don’t care about their students, and their students lives. Individuals do care, but the system as a whole doesn’t. Ratherthe system cares more about the image of the school, the potential to be sued, and the cost of pursuing any “troubled” student.

In high school my theater class had, “that” guy. The quite one, the angry one, the weird one. He wasn’t mean, and was just as smart as the rest of us. But he would often talk about knives, the corrupt government, how much he hated school/teachers, he would joke about bomb threats he used to dare his friends to make to elementary schools. So yeah, a lot of things to be concerned about.

One day we were put into groups of three, me, this guy, and another female student. We finished our work earlier and were chatting in the hall (our drama class had an entire hallway to itself behind the theater so we often broke into groups and practiced in the hall, we were the only group in the hall that day) He started talking about how much he hated one of the teachers, how if she knew what was good for her she wouldn’t be failing him. I was worried but blew it off, he was just a weird guy, then he said he had a hunting knife that could cut through her ribs faster than she could react. He laughed after he said it. That stopped me.

I knew that this was exactly the situation that countless PSAs had told me about, except when I arrived at the VP office to report the incident nothing went like it was supposed to.

I told the VP what happened and thought when I finished I would go back to my classes, and that the school would take care of it.

That it not what happened.

No. The first question out of the VPs mouth was, “—— has a different sense of humor, you said he was laughing could it have been a joke?”

I was a bit shocked. The questions continued down a similar route until I felt like I was essentially being treated as though I had made the whole thing up either for attention or because I wanted this guy expelled for some personal reason.

I left frustrated at myself for not explaining how uncomfortable I was, and unsure if I was really over reacting.

The next day I was called into the VP office again, this time the other girl from the group was leaving. I was told that she wasn’t concerned and that the student was obviously joking. That reporting students is a serious matter, and they didn’t think an “inappropriate” joke was worth having a student taken out of class for or worth involving the police.

The VP implied that an investigation would be bad for the school, that it could ruin — life and that if he was joking, or the police didn’t “find” anything that I could get in trouble. That taking — out of school would leave them open to a lawsuit. That the whole school could be shut down so I had better think next time before I reported a student, that people are “different” and I should try to be friends with him so I could understand his “humor”. He was probably lonely if he was making crude jokes to get my attention.

I went home upset and confused. I had done the right thing and yet nothing had come of it. In fact I was dismissed, blamed, and told I would get punished for doing it again. I didn’t tell my parents or another teacher about it because I figured the school was right.

I didn’t think about it much until two years later.

That same student, who had dropped out but would have been a senior, robbed a convince store with a sawed off shot gun and stabbed 4 people with a hunting knife within a few nights of each other. He killed 3 people. It wasn’t a school shooting, but it so easily could have been.

People are asking why this latest school shooting wasn’t prevented, that students and parents had spoken up multiple times. What happened? Well I imagine what happened to me happened to them, except in my case I was lucky enough to avoid the violent conclusion.

Tell your parents, tell your friends, tell all of your teachers, tell your coaches, tell the police, tell everyone until someone acts. Don’t let your school administration decide how to act. Don’t let others decide what is right for you.

[icklemissmayhem]

BTS Fic - Stones Thrown - Chapter 4

T/W: Shooting at a concert, Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Ao3  Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3

If you’d told Jin 24 hours ago what would happen, and asked him to imagine how he’d feel, “lonely and a little bored” wouldn’t have ranked high on his list. And yet… True, it’s tempered with worry - for his dongsaengs, all six of them, though Taehyung, Yoongi along with the two ARMYs his parents had told him about who’d also been hurt and were also somewhere in the hospital are at the top of his list, but he’s just not accustomed to being alone these days, and the here and now isn’t exactly a convenient place and time to try and let his mind wander, when his mind is so uncharacteristically full of dark thoughts and worries. His parents had been allowed in to see him not long after he’d been brought upstairs, and they’d stayed for a while, his mother fussing over him even more than she usually did, insisting on holding the phone for him as he spoke to his brother briefly, arranging his belongings properly in the cabinet beside his bed, unfolding and re-folding the clothes in his hand-luggage bag which someone had obviously re-packed to bring to him in the hospital, tutting at the sweets she found tucked in there before leaving them in the case, instead telling him she would bring him some fruit and “proper” food that would get him and the others better. Jin, ever the dutiful son, let her fuss around him until she was satisfied, occasionally responding to questions, deflecting her scolding placatingly, and thanking her profusely for everything she was doing. His parents left once his mother was satisfied he was relatively alright after surgery, being well-looked after, and that he was settled on the ward, so with a final set of reminders to be polite to the hospital staff, to rest, to keep them informed of how he was feeling later, (after a sleep, his mother instructed pointedly) and other typical parental instructions, they left, saying they would return the following day. Jin immediately picked up his phone, quickly typing a message in the members’ group chat, letting them know he was on the ward, feeling relatively well, and hoping they would be able to see him soon. Within seconds, he received a string of emoji from both Jimin and Jungkook, followed by Hoseok telling him they were all fine, if a little tired, having spent the entire night at the hospital waiting for news, and reminding him to rest. Namjoon responded in their private conversation. <<Hyung! Glad you’re doing ok and your mother passed you your phone - Seijin is asking if he can come up to the ward to see you now, if I can I’ll come with him.>> Jin smiles at that, and the thought of the likely reaction of the others if Namjoon alone was allowed to accompany their manager to see him. After thinking for a moment, he responds. <<Joon-ah, it’d be good to see you. Try not to let the others complain too much if you do come. Tell them I said to wait and they can see all of us together when YG & TH get up here too. Thanks for getting me my phone, though I was worried my mother might keep it! Saw YG when he came out of surgery, he seemed ok>> -he grimaces as he remembers Yoongi’s dramatic entry to the recovery ward, but suppresses it, figuring there’s no point worrying their dongsaengs at the moment, and Yoongi was fine afterwards… <<but they brought me up here before TH came out of surgery. Have you heard how he is? Is he out yet?>> He sets the phone down within easy reach when he finishes typing, waiting for a response. He falls asleep before one comes though, tiredness and painkillers catching up with him. The next thing he’s aware of is low voices murmuring close by. They stop as soon as he moves, screwing up his face in confusion before cracking his eyes open to find Seijin and Namjoon sat near the end of his bed, both watching him intently. “Mmmn-nyeong.” he croaks, rubbing at his face with his hand, looking back at them both smiling at him. “Hyung, how are you feeling?” Namjoon questions, voice slightly muffled, No doubt because of the dressing covering his nose almost entirely. Jin raises an eyebrow, expression otherwise deadpan, before chuckling and answering. “Aish, Namjoon-ah, I don’t even know. Doped up? So all right, I suppose, considering. How are you doing?” he questioned back. “This?” Namjoon points at his nose, continuing when Jin nods. “Broken, thanks to-” “I saw. Did maknae speak to you about it?” Jin interrupts, making a point of emphasising JKs position as youngest before continuing, as Namjoon pointedly avoids making eye contact and Seijin shifts in his chair. “Namjoon..?” “He… he tried.” Namjoon mutters down to his lap, clearly uncomfortable. “I told him I didn’t want to hear it. Hyung, I-” “You were trying to keep him safe. I know.” Jin cuts him off, speaking softly. “And he was just trying to help Taehyung and I.” Namjoon looks up at that, surprised. “I saw what happened. And I know he’s sorry he hurt you, and he thinks you’re mad at him. Probably knows it now… and I bet neither of you has slept.” Seijin grins at that, as Namjoon looks down again, lips twisted. “I’ll talk to him, hyung.” He promises. “And I’ll make sure we get home and sleep. All of us.” Jin smiles as Namjoon finally makes eye contact fully, obviously feeling better for having a plan he can act upon. “Sounds good.” He agrees, smiling as Seijin busies himself in his phone, now that the potentially awkward conversation seems to have passed. “So, it’s broken then? You got it checked out, right?” Namjoon fixes him with a look, before sighing and replying. “Yes, I got it checked, yes, it’s broken, and-” he continues, holding up a hand as Jin goes to speak; “-they’re arranging an appointment with a specialist to make sure it heals as well as possible. Might even look better than before.” he finishes, jokingly, smiling widely as Jin chuckles. “Yah! There was nothing wrong with your nose before..!” Jin admonishes, Namjoon ducking his head, still grinning. “ARMY wouldn’t want you to change- mwoya?” he cuts himself off, as the grin slides off Namjoon’s face at the mention of their fans. “Hyung, did... do you know about-” Namjoon grimaces, before visibly stiffening and biting out the rest of his half-question, half-confession. “ARMY- two of them were hurt. They’re in the hospital too.” He looks up, Seijin too, both of them clearly gauging Jin’s reaction to the news. “Yes.” Jin answers shortly, huffing out a breath before continuing. “Appa told me earlier, but... I saw, I already knew, I think, back on the stage.” Namjoon winces, but Jin bulldozes over him as he opens his mouth - not needing an apology, or an explanation when Namjoon has nothing to do either for. “Yah, don’t even start... You did everything right. You helped Yoongi and Jimin get to safety, then helped Seok-ah with JK, made sure they were both safe too. I saw, and I was just glad you all got away quickly.” “But hyung, you and Taehyung-” “Will both be just fine. Hopefully the ARMYs will be too, I hope the company are-?” He pauses, looking at Seijin, who nods, confirming without words being exchanged that they’ll be receiving the same level of care as the injured members. Reassured, Jin turns back to Namjoon as he continues- “You should worry about your-” He gets cut off as a nurse bustles in, smiles at them all, before closing the curtain around his bed, disappearing from view as she does so. They look around, each just as confused as the other, before Seijin shrugs and goes back to tapping at his phone as her retreating footsteps echo in the sudden quiet. “That was weird.” Namjoon states flatly. Jin hums in response, still confused, and more than a little uneasy at no longer being able to see what’s going on around them. “I heard they do that when someone’s died” he murmurs almost to himself, unfortunately not quietly enough, as he’s met with a horrified “HYUNG!” from Namjoon, and an incredulous look from Seijin. “What?!” He defends himself. “It’s true, they-” He’s shushed none-too subtly as the sound of a trolley being wheeled up the corridor and people murmuring draws closer, so instead of saying ‘told you so’ he gestures silently but no less vehemently towards the noise. Which, oddly, seems to be drawing even closer, the squeaky wheel of the bed and the murmurs becoming clearer, before one stops, and the other reduces as they hear footsteps leaving, one voice continuing to speak quietly close by, before a final set of footsteps recede, leaving the bay once more almost silent. Namjoon stares at him, one eyebrow raised, jerking his thumb over his shoulder as he mouths “Do you think that’s..?” “Yoongi-yah?” Jin calls softly, just as a voice from behind the curtain hesitantly calls “Jin-hyung?” There’s a beat of silence before Namjoon bursts into giggles, covering his face with both hands as Jin gesticulating wildly, as best he can with one hand, for him, for Seijin, either of them, to open the curtain as Yoongi’s voice cuts across the room, slightly exasperated. “Yah! Namjoon-ah! I can hear you there too. Open the curtain, will you?!” Namjoon moves to comply, but it’s Seijin who stands up, motioning for him to stay where he is as he ducks through the curtain. Jin can hear him talk to Yoongi briefly, before his footsteps echo away down the corridor, presumably in search of a nurse to get a more accurate explanation of Yoongi’s condition, or to see how the rest of the members are. Whatever his reasons for leaving, it’s not long before Yoongi again demands Namjoon opens the curtains, and this time, he does so, rolling his eyes at the obvious, if unseen pout lacing his fellow rappers’ tone. “Joon-ah, how’s-” “Hyung, how are y-” “Yoongi, did you see-” They all start and stop immediately, before three grins split across their faces, as Namjoon crosses the bay, moving closer to Yoongi’s bedside. Jin motions for Yoongi to start, mainly so he gets an answer to his question first. “I saw Taehyung, but not for long. He was still out of it, not awake yet, anyway, but he’s out of surgery.” It feels like something suddenly unwinds in Jin’s chest when he hears that, some tension releases as he nods, exhaling heavily. “Was he-?” he asks, trailing off as Yoongi goes to interrupt him anyway, not that he minds, for once. “Asleep still, but they said he was ok.” “Yah, better than you when you came out of surgery.” Jin half-jokes, before biting his lip as Namjoon’s head whips round, looking from him to Yoongi, clearly worried. “What..?! hyung, wh- are you-” he starts, reaching out and gripping Yoongi’s hand, whether for his own or Yoongi’s comfort, Jin can’t tell, he doubts Namjoon knows either. “Joon-ah, I’m fine.” Yoongi reassures him quietly, calmly, whilst giving Jin a look that conveys exactly how displeased he is right now. “My surgery went well, they’re happy with me, so everything’s fine now.” he continues, turning his hand over to grip Namjoons just as tightly. “But Jin-hyung just-” Jin practically shrinks away from the glare Yoongi fixes him with as he continues reassuring Namjoon that he’s alright, nothing really happened, he just came round from the anaesthetic a bit quicker than expected. Which is true, Jin concedes silently to himself, even if it is sugar-coating the truth more than a little. Now Namjoon seems to have calmed down, he chances changing the subject, switching focus onto their leader. “Joon-ah, have you slept at all? You look like you need to rest..” He queries, knowing the answer as Namjoon fidgets, avoiding looking at either of his hyungs, looking down where both his hands now rest at Yoongi’s side. “You really should go, the others too, I bet none of you have slept or eaten properly since last night, and-” “I made sure the others slept..” He argues. “And your mother brought some food - real food for us when they arrived.” Jin smiles at that, knowing his family basically adopted another six younger boys when he joined the group, it doesn’t surprise him in the slightest that his parents would make sure that all of them were being looked after, even if they were worried about their actual son. “Hope-ah wouldn’t sleep though, not til he pass-” “Yah, Namjoon-ah. So you haven’t slept?” Jin interrupts, Yoongi batting at his hand to get his attention when he doesn’t respond, doesn’t make eye contact with either of them. “You need to go home, shower, get some sleep, then come back-” “-Bring my laptop when you do” Yoongi interjects, Namjoon finally looking up, a scandalised expression on his face, as Jin snorts out a laugh. “Hyung, you should be resting, you can’t work-” “Yah! Kim Namjoon, you know I can’t rest if I can’t write!” Yoongi argues right back, before looking across at Seijin as he walks back onto the bay. “Seijin-nim, do you have a notebook and a pen I can borrow? And can you take Joon and the rest home now so they can get some sleep and some food?” Seijin smiles, looking relieved, Jin assumes because Yoongi has just bluntly delivered the instruction he was debating giving. “But hyungs-” Namjoon is quick to argue, before being shouted down by the other three, his bandmates much more forcibly, especially after he stifles a yawn as they’re mid-flow. “Namjoon. Take the others and go home.” Jin finally states, in a tone that flatly squashes any further debate. “They need looking after too, and-” “-The hospital staff say you can all visit tomorrow, once Taehyung is settled here, and they’ve had a quiet night to rest.” Seijin finishes, as Namjoon yawns again, stretching as he stands. “OK, You sure you don’t need anything tonight?” he asks them both, smiling as Yoongi again demands his laptop and composing rig, Jin interrupting with an eye roll as he begs Seijin to give him a pen and paper so he “can get some sleep even if he won’t.” A few minutes later, Seijin and Namjoon leave, and it’s quiet. Silent almost, until Jin sighs as he slides carefully down his pillows until he’s lying almost flat. Yoongi mutters something as he settles, and repeats it louder, more clearly, when Jin responds with a questioning murmur of his own. “He worries so much. Too much.” Jin quietly agrees, knowing exactly who is being referred to, Yoongi humming in agreement when he responds that now and whilst they’re recovering, they can make sure their dongsaengs are, and will be okay too. They have to.