nobody knows how to say goodbye

the one petition everyone is sharing is for João Pedro, was was killed inside his home, he was shot on his back. 70, and i repeat, 70 shots were fired against the house he was in, and the police claimed it was because they were in a confront. everyone near his house confirmed there wasn’t anything going around.

but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

SAY THEIR NAMES

LUCAS CUSTÓDIO DOS SANTOS. he was a sixteen years old boy who got shot on his leg after returning from a soccer game. his last words were “you don’t have to kill me, sir”

CARLOS MAGNO DE OLIVEIRA NASCIMENTO (18 yo, student), CARLOS ALBERTO DA SILVA (21 yo, painter and bricklawyer) EVERSON GONÇALVES SILOTE (26 yo, taxi driver) AND THIAGO DA COSTA CORREIA DA SILVA (19 yo, mechanic). They were killed on an event now known as “Chacina do Borel” it happened in 2003 and no one was held responsible.

HERINALDO VINICIUS DE SANTANA. he was an eleven years old boy who left his house to buy a ping pong ball. he was with money on his hands. His last words were “I want my mom”

ALAN DE SOUZA LIMA. He was fifteen and his last words “we were just playing, sir”

DOUGLAS RODRIGUES, 17 years old. His last words: “Why did you shoot me, Sr?”. The policemen was acquitted for lack of evidence.

REMEMBER MATEUS SANTOS DE MORAIS, FIVE YEARS OLD. FIVE. YEARS. OLD. He got shot while playing in front of his house. SAY HIS NAME.

ÁGATHA FELIX. 8 YEARS OLD. She was returning home with her mother when she got shot. FOR NO REASON. SAY HER NAME.

FABIO DOS SANTOS VIERA, 21 years. He was shot because, according to the police, he was holding a gun. That gun was never found.

EVALDO DOS SANTOS ROSA, 51 years old. 257 SHOTS FIRED AT HIS CAR. SAY HIS NAME. His family was inside of it too, including a 7 year old kid. Evaldo died instantly. NO JUSTICE NO PEACE

MATHEUS OLIVEIRA, 23. The Police got >>scared<< and shot him in the head. He had just become a father.

MARCUS VINICIUS, 14 years. shot during a police operation while returning from school, his last words:“ Didn’t they see that I was wearing school clothes, mom?”.

EMILLY CAETANO DA COSTA, 9 years old, was shot two times on the back. The police said the vehicle her family was in was suspicious. They chased the car and shot five times. Her mom, dad, and two sisters were in the car.

LUCAS, 14 years old,disappeared after some cops take him out from his home, his body was found floating at a lake in a park.

MARIA EDUARDA, 13 YEARS OLD. Killed inside of her SCHOOL! SAY HER NAME

victims of the Costa Barros massacre, killed by the police with 111 SHOTS while celebrating the youngest’s first salary.

Wilton Estever Domingos Jr, 20. Wesley Castro Rodrigues, 25. Cleiton Corrêa de Souza, 18. Carlos Eduardo Silva Souza, 16. Roberto Silva de Souza, 16. Victims of the Costa Barros massacre, killed by the police with 111 SHOTS while celebrating the youngest’s first salary.

PEDRO GONZAGA, 19, killed by a supermarket security guard. He was suffocated and suffered cardiac arrest.

KETELLEN GOMES, 5 years old. Was riding her bike when she was shot during a police operation. Her last words was “Mom, don’t cry, no, mom”. The target from the shooters was Davi Gabriel Martins Nascimento, 17 years old, who also died.

75% of those killed by the police in Brazil are black.

Black people are 147% more likely to be murdered than white people in this country.

Brazil currently has the highest rate of killing of Blacks in the world outside Africa. It far surpasses the U.S.

EVERY 23 SECONDS, A BLACK PERSON IS KILLED IN BRAZIL.

A lot of the lists on tumblr have been circulating all week and some of the organizations have taken in as much as they can use with the size/scope of their mission. I signed up to the excellent Reclaim the Block who are maintaining a live list of organizations in need that are serving the community most impacted by the uprising.

Updated June 2, 2020

**Al Maa'uun -  Al Maa'uun is a nonprofit with deep roots in North Minneapolis, serving thousands of households each year with food and critical supplies.

Black Immigrant Collective - The Black Immigrant Collective amplifies and makes visible the voices of Black immigrants in Minnesota

**Black Women Speak - Gathering Black Women in Minnesota to share our experiences in order to heal, find joy and move toward liberation on our own terms!

Centro de Trabajadores Unidos en Lucha - CTUL is a worker-led organization where workers organize, educate and empower each other to fight for a voice in their workplaces and in their communities.

**Division of Indian Work - Division of Indian Work’s mission is to support and strengthen urban American Indian people through culturally-based education, traditional healing approaches, and leadership development. We provide many services to the community but the most relevant one right now is our food shelf. 

Du Nord Riot Recovery Fund - Du Nord Craft Spirits is a Black-owned distillery with a building that was damaged. They’ve “received a tidal wave of love and support from across the nation and many have asked how they can help… Therefore, Du Nord is establishing this fund to support black and brown companies affected by the riots.”

Femme Empowerment Project- Venmo @femmeempowermentproject. Skill shares and discussions led by and for QTIIBPOC femmes in the twin cities. Creating space for cultural resiliency, healing and ancestral wisdom. Currently organizing supplies and medic trainings. 

Isuroon - Isuroon is a grassroots nonprofit organization working to promote the well-being and empowerment of Somali women in Minnesota and beyond.

**Joyce Preschool - emergency fund for families who had to evacuate their homes near Lake Street last week, and who are now coming back to a devastated neighborhood with no grocery stores within walking distance. 

**Latino Community on Lake Street -  fundraiser for Latinx owned businesses on Lake Street. 

Little Earth Residents Association - Food and safety needs for residents of Little Earth of United Tribes.

Migizi Communications - MIGIZI Communications advances a message of success, well-being and justice for the American Indian community. Support them rebuilding after fire.

Minnesota Healing Justice Network - We provide a supportive professional community and mutual aid network for wellness and healing justice practitioners who also identify as IBPOC (indigenous, black, or people of color).

Northside business support - support businesses on Minneapolis’s Northside that have been impacted by recent demonstrations.

Pimento Relief Fund - We’re partnering with Pimento to provide black business without insurance relief after white supremacists set them on fire during the protests. 

Powwow Grounds - send via paypal to [email protected] - Native-run cafe, currently providing meals to elders, protectors and community, purchasing medical supplies, fire supplies, cooking supplies. It may seem weird to donate to an individual, rather than an org, but Coffee Grounds is legit and operating a food shelf out of their coffee shop.

**PPNA - Renters Support Fund - operated by the Minneapolis Renters’ Coalition, a group of residents, community organizations, and neighborhood organizations committed to supporting renters in our community. 

Southside Harm Reduction- Southside Harm Reduction Services works within a harm reduction framework to promote the human rights to health, safety, autonomy, and agency among people who use substances. 

Spiral Collective - A volunteer full-spectrum reproductive options and support group comprised of doulas, birth-workers, and passionate reproductive justice advocates. based in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota, occupied Dakhóta territories.

**TC Care Collective - South-Minneapolis based rad worker-owned childcare co-op working to provide easy access childcare by and for BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, and People of Color) and queer organizers and families.

**West Broadway Business and Area Coalition - WBC in partnership with Northside Funders Group will direct all donations to support Northside businesses that have been impacted by COVID-19 and the recent uprising.  

Women for Political Change - Holistically investing in the leadership and political power of young women and trans & non-binary individuals throughout Minnesota.

Always have back up of your stuff.

Distraction-free software that helps you write do exist.

Pasting your text from google docs onto AO3 will make it look funny.

There’s a script☆ that solves that problem.

Feedback (or the lack thereof) is never what you expect.

Learn to write for yourself in the first place.

Not everything you write will be the best fic ever™.

You can’t control how people react to your stuff.

No self-deprecation. Seriously.

A good summary attracts people. (No “I suck at summaries” there!)

Punctuation and structure are so important.

Don’t be afraid of using a character’s name. That’s why they have one.

Get a beta reader if you can.

It’s YOUR story and only you can tell it.

DO write that 9861th coffee shop AU for your fandom.

Anything is an AU.

Researching is good but don’t let it keep you from writing.

Tag your stuff accordingly.

Advice you see around aren’t supreme rules set in stone.

You’ll learn more about your style as you go.

Don’t compare your writing to others’. Especially “famous” fic writers.

Perfection doesn’t exist. Stop striving for it and just write.

A rough draft is better than NO story.

It’s okay to move on from an unfinished work to a new one.

It’s okay to not write 200K words in an hour.

Any length of writing is okay. Just focus on telling YOUR story.

Slumps and writer block are common.

You can always improve your writing if you want to.

Read lots and notice what you like in other people’s writing.

If you’re not having fun take a step back.

Set up a sideblog for writing on tumblr.

Tag your stuff accordingly. (both on AO3 and tumblr)

Follow spaces for fanfic discussions like @ao3commentoftheday

There’s no consensus about ANYTHING regarding fanfiction.

You can’t please everyone but you can please yourself.

Some people out there are rude and can’t be reasoned with.

Fanfiction is NOT your job. Don’t feel guilty for “not updating in months”.

Publish your stuff because you want to share it.

Everybody write crappy fics. Write yours.

Game soundtracks (instrumental) are great to play while writing. 

There’s always somebody out there waiting for your fic.

Many times you won’t hear but they exist.

Have fun. Indulge yourself. Treat yo self.

Writing is the best thing but also the worst.

Jot down those ideas. You won’t “remember later”. Seriously you won’t.

Inspiration often hits you when you CAN’T write.

It also often leaves when you can write.

Everybody hates and loves writing. That’s the life of a writer for ya.

Even your fave fic writer can feel ehh about the fic of theirs you LOVE.

Starting from the middle or the end IS a thing.

first, he stops by the flower shop and gets a bouquet of lilies and roses. it’s early enough that there are still red roses left (thank god) and the shop owner takes his money with a smile.

“for your mom?” he asks, and peter nods.

he is happy, but a quiet happy. he smiles, thanks the man, and heads off.

he spends an hour at the cemetery hidden in the middle of queens.

the city is loud, but the cemetery has a sorta sanctuary feel to it, quiet and calm.

peter talks softly to a grave stone for a while. he addresses the two next to it for a little bit, but mostly talks to the one. he leaves the flowers in a vase, taking the dead ones that were there before.

he walks back into the flower shop only an hour and a half after the first time, and this time the shop owner is busy and doesn’t really acknowledge him, as he buys a bouquet of “alstroemerias and whatever would look good with them”.

the shop owner only realizes who it is and looks up to see peter get into a sleek black car, holding the flowers and grinning.

peter heads straight for peppers office when he gets to the tower, but with each step he looks more and more nervous.

her assistant, a nice lady named brenda who has her own little bouquet of flowers on her desk and looks a little too joyous for someone working on a sunday, alerts pepper that peter is there, and pepper ushers him into her office.

“what’s up, kid? can i help you with something?”

she sits behind her desk, and peter sits in one of the guest chairs. he is gripping the bouquet nervously, eyeing the bouquet already on her desk.

“i, uh...”

pepper waits with a smile as he finds his words.

“i got these for you.”

he holds them out, harshly, as if scared.

pepper hides her surprise, and thanks him quickly, taking them with a grin.

“they are beautiful.”

“just...”

peter looks at his lap.

“i know i’m not, like, your kid or anything. but tony, he, uh, he calls me his kid, and you’ve done so much for me, and i thought, i dunno i thought you would like them. just, as a thank you. for everything.”

pepper beams, and sniffs one

“they are gorgeous, peter. thank you so much.”

he stands to leave, and as he does pepper calls him back

“i consider you my kid, as well, peter.”

it’s peter’s turn to beam.

“tell your aunt i will be calling her soon about getting lunch in a couple days, yeah?”

peter nodded and fled the office, with a grin to brenda.

the same black car dropped him off in front of the store again once it was getting darker.

the shop owner could only hear “it’s fine, happy. no, don’t wait, my apartment is like two blocks. go home. see you tomorrow” before the car drove away and the kid came in.

“third time today, kid? how many mothers do you have?”

peter just smiled.

“do you have any orchids?”

the shop owner wraps the best ones he can find in the store, and shakes his head when peter tries to hand him the money.

when may would arrive home to their apartment an hour later, yawning from her work shift, she would walk in to see the sight of peter cooking while watching some crime television show, orchids on the counter in a vase.

she kisses his forehead once she sheds her coat, and peter quickly hugs her, tight.

Sure!! It’s more of just. His tattooed but- hope you like it!!

—-

The first tattoo Peter Parker ever got was for Ben.

Benjamin Parker was an artist. That was something he never told anyone. Ben used to draw and paint and create, and he’d kiss Peters forehead and try to get him to do art too. Looking back on it, Peter wished he had stuck to his uncles side and taken up the hobby, instead of shoving it off to read about chemistry or build a lego play set. He suppose he did take after his uncles habit of art in some ways- his photography skills had developed steady and slow, but now it pushed him to peruse journalism.

The tattoo that Peter got for Ben was the last piece of art Ben ever made. He never got to finish it. It was all sketch works and lines of the New York City skyline, and honey combs surrounding it. Ben has loved bees and had loved the city. When it was finished, they had to burn it into his skin so his healing wouldn’t take care of it. It was the most painful process in the world.

Peter loved the tattoo.

His second tattoo was for his mom.

She was a chemist. He didn’t have many memories of his parents. But he did remember demanding his mother read him her dissertation rather than a bed time story. He remembered listening to her talk about how excited she was to become a college professor. He remembered long nights, coming with her to listen to her teach and loving how chemistry worked. His mom was a chemist, and she was perhaps the most brilliant person in the world. She taught him so much, and he uses that every day.

He builds off of bens tattoo. The honey combs faded into the lines of an organic chemistry problem. All the chemicals she had said she loved- bases and acids and things that should never mix without exploding but she loved mixing for the color of the smoke. When they burnt it into his skin this time, he closed his eyes and breathed. If he focused in on those memories, he could still smell her sweet perfume.

He cried when he looked at it the first time.

His tattoos seem to grow around it. He gets graphing paper up to the base of his neck, his father, the mathematician. On his left rib cage he gets the bright red of the iron man suit, painstakingly putting every detail he can- his mentor. Over his right rib cage, he gets May Flowers, that are sprinkled with the things May loves- his Aunt. His chest and his back are for the people who have made him.

His left shoulder is Bucky’s shoulder, but in place of the red star is captain America’s shield. The dark gray of Bucky’s arm fades into storm clouds, based on Norse art, jetting out purple and gold lightening before it slowly forms into purple writing- all of Bruce’s equations he can fit. He tops it off, with a replica of them widow bites on his wrist. It’s the arm for the family he found as he fought.

His right shoulder is traditional Korean art. Harry loved embracing his mother’s culture, and cried when peter took off his shirt to reveal the traditional Korean art that his mother used to hang up in the hallway outside of Harry's room- cried anymore when those lines faded to Flashes golden dragonfly. Because even if Flash hated him now, he was still the same little boy Harry and he used to call ‘Genie under all that anger. From flash’s dragonfly grew the Death Star- but if you looked closely, you’d see it was legos. For Ned. It was countered by a dark purple sky, with constellations for Betty, and under it was black dahlias, that faded into the red web design of his own suit. It’s the arm for the people who made him.

He leaves his upper chest blank.

Until the day he marries Harley keener. He gets a small rose and rose bud over his heart. When their surrogate gives birth to their twins, he gets their handprints tattooed. One on each peck. His chest tattoos, are for the family he created on his own.