#and he thinks thats so fucking COOL that he calls him the strongest member of the agency do you GET IT

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

my souheki warriors kill this gacha video now

[evilmagician430]

u know what fuck it *posts my venturiantale warrior cats*

uh this is just the acachalla immediate family + maddie though i will post the pie cats when i've drawn all of them

i fucking LOVE designing warriorcats with stupid design motifs and shit and i love turning characters that already exist from something i like into the type of character in something else i like. this is one of those things in life that keep me relatively sane

"lore":

blazestar is the clan leader but her warrior name was blazepool ^_^ i only mention this because when i came up with her name i thought it was soo pretty then i remembered if shes the clan leader she has 2 have the suffix -star. so the nice name i came up with went out teh window entirely. she became clan leader after the former leader and his deputy DIED in the same night due to a mysterious incident. nobody rlly cared though rip bozos. time 4 milf power. the medicine cat literally had a vision about how blazepool needs 2 be the new clan leader. thats how they decided so suddenly after that night in... garry'sclan...

missingfur is literally an old man he needs to stop killing people over territory boundaries but he doesnt have any other pastimes since he doesnt have any good stories or even ticks

pigeonfoot is the medicine cat and hes billy if you cant tell. i think all my designs r pretty obvious though so whatever. he knows everything awful that is going on but hes so dumn he forgets it instantly after starclan tells him. he caused a girl 2 spiral into insanity entirely on accident. he so cute i put little stars in his eyes because i thought that would be a fun idea for medcats 2 have stars in their eyes like how leaders r sometimes drawn with a star on their chest or forehead (like i did w blazestar..) i legit based his fur patterning and stuff off of a pigeon because again. cuteness points. the vm influence is deep under my skin like scarabs

BRIARFACE the little thing next 2 one of their ears is actually supposed 2 be a briar flower idk if you can see it. the token former kittypet. she used to live in a house but then she saw blazestar and missingfur on her patio one day and blazestar was like "what are your pronouns" and briarface (then some silly housecat name like uhh sweetums) was like. "she/they, i guess, but my housefolk have no way of knowing that, they just think im a tom" and blazestar was all like "if you join our clan we will call you by your preferred pronouns" and she was like folding missingfur's ears closed the whole time since he insisted on coming to the new recruit and wouldve been a bitch. and sweetums said "what?". and blazestar said "what." genuinely not understanding what they were not understanding. 2 weeks later she would become part of the family and be christened briarface because briar is like briar rose and it sounds pretty and face because they have distinctive facial patterning.

mapleclaw is the strongest toughest roughest prettiest girl in garry'sclan and she goe's two hell every night to get better at it. this isnt a secret though everybody knows and nobody minds. pigeonfoot found out from a vision and told everyone and they were like. cool. and he was like oh i guess its fine then. must not be that bad. like her venturiantale counterpart she also lost her entire original family when she was young to murder carried out by none other than JIMMY CASKET... a name that gets sillier the more i think about it. in this au or whatever his name is gravelblade. more on gravelblade later..

rustedpaw oh my god.. el gato ever. he also had all his remaining family die for unspecified reasons when he was quite young. blazestar finds him sitting pathetically in a pile of blood next to one or more of his family members corpsces. takes him home adopts him without question and apprentices him to gravelstep (gravelblade's non evil default form) but then he tries 2 kill missingfur in his sleep and #fails and blazestar is like!!! not my platonic babygirl guy best friend with tax benefits!! and they both decide 2 DIG A HOLE IN THE GROUND LIKE A FOXHOLE and make him live in there 4 being a foxheart (attempted murder). then he just lives there. screaming to be heard. sometimes a cat will stop by to talk with him out of pity or genuine interest. sometime it will be mapleclaw as she's also in charge of bringing him food. also gravelstep is bummed abt being out of an apprentice bht blazestar is like "Don't worry... youre still my fav deputy :)" and gravelstep says " i am your only deputy stop acting like its a superlative"

foxflower used to be a friend of pigeonfoot's who had like a big crush on him and was contantly teasing him, flirting with him and every1 thought they were going to become mates but pigeonfoot just wasnt into her like that. this was solidified when he became a medicine cat and foxflower was like. oh fuck now i REALLY cant have him. so instead she dedicated her life to evil. she still harasses pigeonfoot while hes working and in defense mode mapleclaw killed her early on. they forgot 2 bury her and she stood up and started talking and walking around again 24 hrs later. this was how they discovered every1 in garry'sclan or venturianclan or whatever im calling it has infinity lives..

because they exist purely 2 entertain starclan and nothing they do or that happens 2 them matterz. blazestar actually found this out while she was becoming leader but 4got 2 tell everyone ^_^;

gee whiz i did not realize how much text i would need to type out the lore i had in my head 4 these guys OOPS. guess i really am that deranged. i hope theres like a read more thing on this post when i put it up so this isnt like hell to scroll past everytime uhh goodnight!

[shlutnutt]

- Degrading Desires -

warnings: lots of smut, slight angst, sadism, degrading kink, subby colin (the only right way), dom reader, masturbation

psst! look i know all i write is colin and kai and i apologize, i just really needed to get this fic idea i had in mind for colin lmfao. i'll definitely have more varieties up in no time:) // not fully proof read

Apart from being one of the few women to be working for the police investigating department, you made sure you were considered one of the strongest, independent, and courageous of them all. Whether that'd mean you'd always have to cancel plans to keep your full focus on the current investigations, or even distancing yourself from friends and family.

"Here, it clearly looks like a sniper rifle bullet, was definitely shot from afar. Fucking asshole seemed to have planned this perfectly." you made your claim public to the other detectives in the room, passing around the bloody bullet which was secured in a ziplock bag.

"Yup, thats a modular sniper rifle. This was a perfect planned murder, due to how much accuracy is needed to shoot one of these bad boys. " shouted Colin whilst inspecting the bullet in between his rough hands, completely taking away the attention you had held onto you, aggrivating you immensely.

Colin would do this ever so often, always finding a way to snatch away the minimum attention you'd have gathered up, completely becoming the spotlight. You felt as if he had just so much hatred towards you, like he couldn't resist the fact that you were in fact solving more cases in a week than what he could've in a month. His body language although, spoke differently than his actions.

The detectives cheered Colin on, patting him on his wide back, all just so amazed by how easily he solved the puzzle of what specific type of sniper it was, –when you was literally already getting to the point–. Not one of them credited you for shit, not even the women who claimed to be so sick and tired of the misogynistic behavior that's been going around the department. They were certainly the ones cheering him on the loudest.

You only stood there silently staring down at the pieces of evidence that layed infront of you, the dim lighting that took over the small office room making you disappear almost entirely now. Erasing the fact that your only goal was to help these poor victims rest in peace, allowing their families to have complete closure of every each and tragic murder as Zable in the other hand, was focused on stealing your spotlight, just to feel superior and laugh it off in your face later on.

As the detectives all went to their correspondent offices, you and Colin were the only ones left in the room, as he decided to linger around noticing how you'd stay in to investigate through your lunch break. You feeling nothing but envy and him admiring how difficult he was making your job.

"Good job, buddy." blurted Colin as he walked a step closer towards you, a playful hop almost. His dark brown eyes looking down to your Y/E/C ones, as he fidgeted with his large fingers above the evidence table.

"Look Y/N, Im s-

"You're what Colin? Sorry? Why do you enjoy making my life so fucking miserable? Im fucking tired of it, im trying to genuinely help these families." you spat, looking deeply into his soul, noticing how his eyes began to water.

"You're gonna fucking cry now? Good. You deserve to feel like shit." you continued. Colin only looked down at his fidgety hands before taking a seat on the table, and munching on some leftover salad he had left from his lunch break, allowing his shiny eyes to shed their tears.

"It doesn't feel good to feel like shit does it, you needy whore? You just need attention and validation so fucking bad, why can't you just let me do my job in peace." your usage of language taking the both of you by surprise, pausing quickly after noticing Colin struggling to eat his salad with his left hand, when the man was a righty.

"Colin.. what the fuck are you doi-" you attempt to ask the obvious before getting unpredictabley interrupted by a loud whimper. You bent down slightly, letting curiousity taking the best of you to encounter Colin massaging his bulge through his pants.

"You're a fucking pathetic." you continue to degrade, unintentionally causing the member in his pants to leak in precum, dampening his boxers.

"Stop.. p-please stop." pleaded Colin as he massaged his enlarging buldge under the table, still unaware of you're awarness at his self pleasing.

"Why should I stop Colin? You deserve nothing." you proceed, enjoying the effects your words had on him, his teary eyes looking up at yours whilst you walked around the office.

Despite the fact you truly disliked the man you were currently sharing an office with, you just couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed making him feel this way. Like shit. I mean he looks like he's enjoying it as well. The way he struggled to chew on his salad whilst attempting to keep his cool infront of you, how his long sleeved shirt slightly attached to his body from his sweat, and how his dark decepting eyes shed tears after tears. It was an admirable view.

He enjoyed the suffering, and so did you.

"I-I need to go to the..bathroom.." said Colin, now getting up from his office chair attempting to leave the room in pure hurry, before you got in his way blocking the door entry making him jump slightly.

"Please don't do this.."

"Don't do what? You've fucked up my job experience for all these months Colin, i think you deserve to get punished. Don't you think?" you teased whilst slowly dragging him back to his seat by his veiny arm.

Zable, although being in complete shock by his show of uncontrollable needs was also taking aback from your actions towards him, feeling out of place by letting a woman dominate him. He only sat on his wheely chair, laying down almost, whilst his breathing was surprisingly heavy allowing small whimpers escape his lips. The man needed you, and urgently.

"If this is what you've wanted this whole time, why not jump straight to the point and be a good boy? Instead of making shit hard." you questioned Colin, before prepping your elbows on either side of the arm rests he layed betweeb, massaging his thighs delightfully, earning graceful low groans.

"W-why are you doing this..?" questioned Colin, his eyes barely being able to open due to the slight amount of pleasure he's been receiving. You completely dodged his question, your focus remaining on his clothed thighs.

"Y/N.." Colin called now, attempting to catch your attention once again, you shushing him almost immediately.

You honestly didn't bother to shift your attention towards what Colin was saying, well that was before you felt his pants dampen up under you, warm fuzzy liquids spreading all over him.

"You c-came on yourself?"

"No.."

"What's this then?" you questioned before unzipping his pants and shoving your hand in his briefs, gathering some of his cum in between your fingers and bringing it up to view. "You came on yourself from me simply touching your thighs Zable?" you affirm before he denied your claim. "I k-kinda like when you y-yell at.. me.. and call me names.." he admitted in between pants, not having the balls to look into your eyes as he spoke.

You only giggled at his lack of dominance underneath you, having fully cummed on himself when you barely even touched him and just called him pathetic little names.

"You're a fucking disappointment Colin, you know that right?"

"Y-yes I know.. Y/N.."

"You deserve nothing for being such a piece of shit."

"Y-.. more..please. more.."

You would've never thought the man who'd been bothering you for all those months to have such a hypersensitive degrading kink. It all adds up now, why he'd tense up to his boss yelling at him, why he loved annoying the shit out of you. Whole time he was waiting for you to snap at him, and well who would've known shit would've ended up his way.

Colin wanted nothing but for you to full on dominate him, for you to take control over every little bone in his body. He was willing to do anything you'd ask him to, he'd bow down and kiss your feet if you'd asked him to for god's sake. The thought of making him your literal sex puppet brough nothing but an internal flame into your core, producing an evil smirk to form on your lips onto the man you were just a few inches away from.

"god you're so beautiful when you're in pain." you announce before attaching your lips to his drooly ones, the two of you ravaging eachothers mouths immediately. Zable only melted under the kiss, slightly lifting his hand up towards your breasts, soon letting it drop onto his lap in cowardness.

"you can touch me." you break the kiss to give your consent, allowing his firmed hand grip onto your right breast as he exhilaratedtly sighed to the soft feeling. Colin gripped on you like his life depended on it, as you lifted your leg onto the left side of his thigh prepping yourself down into a straddle, him groaning to finally feeling some contact against his member.

Colin was a moaning mess already, your dripping clothed cunt aligned with his sensitve clothed tip was driving him over the edge as he grew impatient attaching his large hands onto your hips in attempt of grinding you onto him. Although you knew you had him wrapped around your finger you allowed him to grind up to you, his second releasing nearing rapidly.

"oh.. fuck.." groaned Colin as you two dry humped eachother for several minutes now, your purpose being making him suffer but letting yourself get into the pleasure also, as you animalisticly removed his dressing shirt, popping some buttons out along the way. You then manage to remove yours also whilst gripping onto his short sweaty hair.

"Is that all you can do? huh? not enough." you degrade, producing his rhythm to increase making you groan excitedly. Colin's one soft puppy but he'll for certain make sure you're needs are satisfied as well as his.

Didn't take long for you to moan along with him, feeling his bulge twitch under you, as he came yet again collapsing underneath you.

"Colin."

"..y-yes?"

"you're an amazing little slut."

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kinda wanna highkey make another part to this but we'll see how it goess

[planetsam]

Lilith and Randall after she gets her memories back the first time

“Lil?”

“Go away!”

Randall frowns at the door. He’s an RA and he’s used to people telling him to go away, but it’s usually guys and half the time it’s because they’re jerking off. Lilith has been violently opposed to people taking care of her since the day they met. The last time she had a cold and he brought her tea is something they do not talk about. Like that’s not a normal thing to do for someone whose sick. They both know he hasn’t moved from the door and she practically rips it off its hinges when she opens it. She’s breathing hard even though it’s been at least five minutes since something went flying out the window. He knows he’s not supposed to mention the wetness on her cheeks. She challenges him for a moment before turning back inside.

“I’m alive. You can go,” she snaps.

Randall takes in the sight of the damage. Order members die violently and often. And kids don’t usually bring furniture to their dorms anyway. Her having been in the Order though, it does explain why she picked what she did. How her room swings between the spartan bareness of necessity and the tendencies of a hoarder. When Hamish had jokingly asked if everything fit in her backpack and she had told him to fuck off, Randall hadn’t known how to look past the anger. She hadn’t said no. Lilith keeps her back to him and looks out the window. He knows better now than to have come up here with a set plan of how things were going to go. Lilith isn’t one for the beaten path. She hasn’t been for as long as he’s known her. She snorts out a bitter laugh and turns back around to him. She’s also not a coward.

“Ask it,” she says.

“Are you okay?”

“You are such an idiot!” She shouts at him, “of course I’m not okay! That’s not what I meant! Ask me about the Order!”

He frowns. He may have been an idiot about the whole ‘are you okay’ thing but she can’t honestly think that it matters to him. She does though, he can see that from the look on her face. She turns away before she rubs at her cheeks and swears. She doesn’t even try to throw things. Under all the defensiveness, he knows she’s one of the strongest people he’s ever met. Seeing something affect her so much makes his insides twist with a strange urge to destroy whatever that is. But the rest of him refuses to be thrown out of her room like this.

“I don’t care that you were in the Order,” he says. She scoffs, “you never talk about home. I figured it wasn’t a good situation. But that’s always been a part of who you are.”

“Not a good situation and the fucking Order are different,” she snaps.

“Not to me,” he says. She rolls her eyes and mutters something that sounds like ‘idiot’, “Seriously. I knew Jack was in the Order and it didn’t stop me from helping him. And he’s still in it!”

“You’re both idiots,” she tells him though it comes out slightly less furious.

“Yeah, but we’re idiots on your side,” he says.

She looks away and then looks back at him. Then she swats him on the arm again.

“Hey! I’m injured remember?!”

“Stop smiling at me!” She says, “every time I look at you you’re always smiling.”

“Because I like hanging out with you. Is that so hard to believe?” He can feel his face getting hotter by the second. He hates seeing her in pain but dear god this is not a conversation he’s ready to have, “I don’t even know I’m doing it.”

“How do you not know?” She demands rolling her eyes.

“Are you aware of every time you touch me?” He shoots back.

Her cheeks go bright red and he feels his stomach go somewhere around his ankles. He’s aware of it, he just doesn’t make it into a thing. Apparently so is she. They have an unspoken agreement to never talk about this. She definitely finds it to be a cliche. Just because they are a boy and a girl who get naked around each other and might have a certain level of attraction does not mean anything has to happen.

“That’s not the point,” she says, “this is stupid. i was in the Order!” She makes a noise, “i messed that up.”

“But you’re a great Knight!” He protests, “maybe you messed it up because this is where you belong. Like Jack,” she curls her lip, “Don’t you guys believe in fate? Destiny?”

“Do you?” She challenges.

“I think you both belong here,” he says without a moment of doubt, “I know you think I’m an idiot. That doesn’t change how I feel. Just accept it.”

Lilith is quiet for a moment and then takes a calculated step forward. Then another. Then she fists his sweatshirt and pulls him down to her level.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You know i’m right,” he says.

“I know you’re an idiot,” she shoots back and shoves him. The pain is surprisingly bright and wet. When she yanks him back he hisses and she pulls the neck of his shirt aside. “You’re bleeding,” she says.

“Probably the magic from the sigil,” he says, dislodging her hand so he can pull off his sweatshirt. He looks at her. “I can patch this up.”

She grabs his wrist and pulls him into the kitchen. He forfeits a dishtowel to staunch the bleeding as she grabs things. Fortunately the freshest herbs make the best cocktails and she gets to work. He wants to tell her that she doesn’t need to do it, but he’s kind of fascinated watching her work. She spends the least amount of time in the kitchen. And always comes up with an excuse for getting out of it. Now he watches her work from memory, grinding and chopping things before adding them to a pot.

“Hey, so, do you think this is why you hate cooking?” He asks. She stops and braces her hands, “those initiates who got the powder always hate where it happened for one reason or another.”

“It’s the mind protecting itself,” she says, “rewriting things,” her jaw tightens, “I loved making potions,” she says, “chemistry was my favorite subject.”

“You’re an english major,” he say slowly.

Her fist clenches and he slides the nearest piece of pottery for her to throw before she cracks the island.

“I didn’t come here to study english! Business and chemistry. I was going to help people!” She smacks her hands down, “one mistake and it’s all gone,” she turns to the pot and curses, shutting off the flame, “shit. I have to—“ she shakes her head, “I did something wrong.”

“Screw those assholes,” he snaps, getting up from the stool, “it’s not gone. Not by a long shot,” she looks at him, “you just have to try again. What herbs do you need?”

“Randall,” she says.

“No, tell me,” he says, “Listen you may not know but I am a great lab partner,” he says, “I measure perfectly,” risking further bodily harm, he touches the back of her hand, “let me help, Lil.”

She looks at him finally and shakes her head.

“You’re hurt,” his stomach twists in disappointment, “Next time,” she says and he might feel better. Just a bit. She gathers everything and redoes it. He watches her work. Lilith isn’t someone who does things effortlessly. There’s care in her work. He watches her as she moves about. It’s rare that he gets to more than out of the corner of his eye. He realizes thats creepy, even as a thought and looks away, returning to looking out of the corner of his eye. She tips some into a mug and comes back over, “you ready?”

“Born ready,” he says.

“Lean over the sink.”

He does, trying to get as low as possible. She meets his gaze and he smiles encouragingly. She rolls her eyes and tips the contents over his shoulder. He braces for pain but instead it bubbles like peroxide, the skin goes pleasantly cool. Lilith peers over his shoulder. This close, the crown of her head is practically in his nose. When she looks up, she’s so close. His smile falters because it’s really hard to be in this position, but the fact that she’s on his shoulder instead of Hamish makes it not that bad. Not that bad and very hard in a very different area.

“It worked,” she says.

“Good job,” he tries for encouraging but his voice is a lot more strangled than he wishes it was, “wanna be lab partners?”

“What?” That gets her to jump back.

“Yeah,” he says, “if you were thinking about it.”

She’s honest to god flustered and fuck if he doesn’t find it hot. She collects herself.

“Lets survive this first. Talk about that later.”

Later, before they get her back, when he doesn’t know if they will, Hamish finds him sitting outside her door. Randall thinks Hamish is being ridiculous when he calls himself an old man, but he gets it when Hamish lowers himself next to him and doesn’t tell him everything’s fine.

“I think—“ he doesn’t have the right words for this. “What if she doesn’t come back?”

“You can’t think like that,” Hamish says.

“But what if she doesn’t?” He presses, something splitting in his chest. He never told her and he thought that was right. Protecting them somehow. But now all he can feel is the howl Greybeard wants to let out, “if she dies—“

“You will go on,” Hamish says firmly, “it’s the only choice.”

“Does it ever stop?” He asks finally.

“No,” Hamish says, “but you learn to carry it, the same way you learned to carry the hide.”

Randall doesn’t think he will ever learn to feel the ache in his chest as anything but a black hole. He doesn’t know how Hamish had carried it for eight years. The thought of her hide coming back, of someone else scratching their name into the chest makes him feel physically sick. Hamish gives him a tired, sad smile and clasps his shoulder.

“It will be okay,” he says.

“I don’t want it to be okay,” Randall confesses, looking at him.

“I know,” the older wolf says, “I know.”

Much much later, a girl with the sourest, most guarded expression he’s ever seen drops across from him at peer tutoring.

“Are you Lilith Bathroy?” He asks.

“No i’m the other Lilith,” she says sarcastically.

He grins. He swears she almost smiles back but Randall isn’t the guy who tells girls to smile. Even though he bets hers is great.

“There’s like five Randalls here,” he explains, “there might be another Lilith.”

“Just me,” she says pulling out a notebook.

“Okay,” he smiles, “so what’s tripping you up?”

She looks like she’s not sure if she can trust him. He finds he’d really like her to. Her eyes drag from his face to the scar that peaks out of his collar and back to his face. He’s had it for as long as he can remember. He’s not self conscious about it. He never tries to hide it.

“It gives me a headache,” she says finally.

“Like a mental block?” He says and her brows knit together. She nods, “no worries. We can get through it. Show me where you’re at.”

She turns the textbook so he can see and together they bend over it as he does his best not to be distracted by the smell of her shampoo.

Randall’s definitely not that guy.

[vehlika-pelican]

WARNING FOR LONG POST!

I really want Tucker to be friends with Thel'Vadam and Rtas'Vadum.

But I think it’d be really fun if Thel saw the Project Freelancer Faux-Spartan armor as a hereditary thing. My headcannon is that Sangheili design their armor after their clan or family and blue team unwittingly followed this tradition when making Junior’s armor with Tucker (and Doc’s) paint/scrap so as far as the Arbiter knows Tucker is the immediate family of a spartan or a spartan-in-training and has continued the family-armor-aesthetic with his own sangheili son.

Anyway, Thel knows that Spartans are rare and few in number so Tucker must be part of this prized warrior pedigree if he’s wearing the unmistakably Spartan armor, right? But who’s kin could he be? Those that Thel knows are either old or part of the newer generations, but in the Sangheili tradition armor color is important to denote bloodlines with more respected family members in darker, richer colors and younger ones in lighter, brighter colors. Tucker is bright as fuck blue-ish green! And he’s in solid color, no accents or anything so maybe Tucker’s only interested in claiming relation to his green family. Who is the only Spartan who wears dark green armor without accents? Who is old enough to possibly be an uncle if not his father?

Master Chief. John-117. SIERRA MIST OF DEATH HIMSELF. And Thel has stated in canon that Chief is his friend and ally. So when Tucker shows up on Sangheilios to be an ambassador and learn about his son’s people Thel just speculates that this Little Spartan (Tucker’s 5'10" in my headcannon which is short for a Spartan as Chief is canonically 6'7"-6'8" out of armor) is related to his friend in some way and should be treated well. But he mentions it in passing to Rtas'Vadum and maybe some others and it turns out the Sangheili are lousy gossips! If it isn’t classified it’s fair game.

And then Tucker’s being avoided/catered to because Old Ones help them if the Demon finds out his kin has been mistreated while visiting their planet. Peace with the humans is a fragile thing!

Tucker didn’t even want to be an ambassador! He just wanted to learn the language and culture for his son because he’s trying to be a good dad. The rumor took off though, and now the Demon’s kin is here- Little Demon and Little Demon the Second Coming of Lavernius! And then the warriors all want Junior to like their clans so when he’s older he petitions for membership because who DOESN’T want the infamous Demon’s bloodline to merge with theirs?! So Junior gets an army of friends his age as the adults push their offspring into potentially beneficial bonds but its okay because the kids are actually nice and Junior’s cool and his dad’s sword is cool and he knows the Arbiter and Rtas and the Swords of Sangheilios and he’s got the best stories about silly warrior humans.

When the UNSC gets word, oh hey we can totally use this to better interspecies relations! Wham bam thank you Ambassador Tucker. Which only adds to the problem as he has Rank and Title so if he is the Demon’s kin well now he’s coming into his own! The human Master Chief and the Arbiter are friends so of course the Demon would entrust his family with securing the peace.

Thel learns the truth from Tucker who is tired of this wishy-washy too-in-my-face and then not-helping-me-at-all behavior the sangheili keep switching between due to respect and fear for a man who Tucker doesn’t know and isn’t even related to. But it’s gotten out of hand so they need Tucker to just go with it.

As an apology, Thel helps him learn the language and how to use his key-sword while teaching him the history about the ancient Sangheili. Rtas shows up one day while they’re training and no Arbiter the bet way to kill a Brute in tight quarters is like THIS- and soon enough the Swords of Sangeilios, warriors hand-picked by the Arbiter, are putting Tucker through his paces. BAMF!Competent!Tucker is best Tucker.

Then they learn that the Covenant is investigating a temple in the desert supposedly built by the ancients which means Tucker’s sword can probably access it so then send him and a mixed squad of humans and sangheili. They die getting Tucker into the Temple to protect it and he manages to call the nearest Red base where Donut is so he joins him and later goes looking for help and we all know the rest.

On the Hand of Merope Tucker calls Rtas to catch him up but also inform the sangheili embassy of his impending arrival but holy shit the ship crashed. Later on Chorus, Rtas personally comes looking for Tucker only to find out his mentee/annoying friend has been stabbed and betrayed but uncovered a conspiracy and who else but the Demon’s kin would be put through such a trial (maybe he knows the truth but still likes to tease Tucker about it) and come out alive. Tucker regains consciousness enough to ask for the Sword’s help in liberating Chorus and of course the sangheili leap at the opportunity.The beam that’s been pulling down ships doesn’t target sangheili-built ships so Rtas and his men bypass it repeatedly in order to bring in troops and weapons and food. Damn this’ll look good for interspecies relations! and they’ll reclaim ancient sangheili ruins as well so win-win. Rtas struggles to speak english due to his severed mandibles so Tucker’s practically glued to his side translating sangheili like a pro. But then the warriors see that Tucker’s got a bunch of adolescent humans wearing his color on their armor so the Little Demon has been protecting the clan younglings and thats why he not yet returned! And of course this means that Tucker’s team must all be related to the Demon too, and more sangheili come and eventually there’s so many that individual members of Tucker’s “family” have eight foot tall alien guards following them around (mostly protecting them from Jensen’s driving). If Palomo thought Tucker was cool before you need a new word for the kind of admiration he feels for the captain now.

Carolina doesn’t like the Elites and certainly doesn’t trust them but haha, the only adult human female in Tucker’s colors must be his mate or kin and they say that she has nothing to worry about they’ll protect her hatchlings with their lives and they mean it to appease her but it just makes her angry and she chases Tucker down because she thinks he’s spreading rumors about them being together. He’s not because he likes his blood to stay inside of his body and has to spend a whole week explaining sangheili armor color family relations. She doesn’t end up hating it all that much because being mistaken for Tucker’s family/wife means that the sangheili obey her commands second only to Rtas, like Tucker. She does hate being called ‘brood-mother’ and the constant updates on the state of her and Tucker’s “hatchlings”- and does she approve of Palomo’s intended female from the red clans?- but the sangheili presence means that the army is running like a proper military outfit so she tolerates it. (she does like that the closest english translation of “brood-mother” is “Matriarch” so the english speaking aliens call her Matriarch Carolina). Epsilon fears she will go mad with power. The sangheili think Tucker has good instincts choosing the strongest, smartest, deadliest female for his mate and by the Old Ones she must be fertile for Tucker’s brood is plentiful and strong. And if the younglings are weak it is only because Matriarch Carolina is so strong her offspring can afford to be weak. What a luxury. And if they try to sell her up to Kimball because they can smell the mutual interest and think she’s just nervous and needs the help- which she doesnt but okay- then they are more than happy in securing the Demon clan another powerful female.

With the sangheili there in force, the army finds the second key-sword which is supposed to go to Wash because he has knife/blade experience but Palomo grabs it on accident and oh it must be a sign that the best of Tucker’s brood is a holder of the key! Rtas laughs in Tucker’s face. But this gets some of them to try and wing-man Palomo to Jensen because he’s Meant for Greatness and aaaahhhhhh its adorable. Eight foot saurian aliens delivering flowers (and fresh-meat) to Red Team Patriarch Colonel Sarge (its difficult to tell the different red shades apart and Simmons isn’t exactly authoritive) for Jensen, and listening to Palomo’s bad poetry and giving advice like you should emphasize her strong legs and uniquely dappled skin and her metal fangs! (she’s faster than him, freckles, and braces respectively). They especially like her metal fangs- maybe their hatchlings will get them!

The army chases Charon forces off planet and we get the epic sword fight between Tucker and Felix that we deserved, and the Swords of Sangheilios put the fear of god in Locus for daring challenge Matriarch Carolina. When Hargrove arrives the Swords and RedsandBlues fight his Mantis mechs and storm the Staff of Charon and Tucker doesn’t need a fancy suit in order to be awesome. They arrest him and finally lay ALL of Project Freelancer’s loose ends to rest.

Tucker takes Blue Team and Palomo to sangheilios and reunites with Junior and Junior tells him about teaching his friends how to play basketball and is it true you’re a hero dad? and its great.

BAMF!Competent!GoodDad!Tucker for the all the money.

uuhh cant you tell this got away from me? i love tuckington but i think i would make this gen.

[train-whistles-at-night]

Lmao im a dumbass and accidentally deleted the ask this went to but i still have the answers oH WELL HERE WE GO ANYWAY @anakinkshamer​ Without further ado this is all the asks on that one post, for Hooker Green. (Under a cut to save space and not clog up everyone’s dashboards.)

1. Are they a good liar?

Depends on the lie. White lies? Sure. Big ones, nope. He get’s nervous and shifts around a lot and usually doesn’t make eye contact.

2. Thoughts on tattoos, piercings?

A+++ He has an eyebrow peircing and I think some ear piercings I never draw? Also he thinks tattoos are hella (and tbh a weakness of his lmao) but he doesn’t have any of his own.

3. In which historic era would they like to live?

hfdskhg iDK MY DUDE. He likes now. Idk maybe he’d like to see what the 1920s were like or maybe thats just my general love for the 1920s speaking.

4. Do they like to watch movies? Read books?

He loves watching movies. When he can keep his attention focused or smth he’ll try reading, but he’s not as big on it.

5. How do they act when they are sick?

Lazy afffffffff. He whines for Sunglow to come take care of him 100% of the time when he’s sick.

6. Thoughts on one night stands?

AHAHA Well he’s participated in them, so he’s certainly not against them. He legit just is like, yknow, wear a condom and shit. Don’t be stupid.

7. Are they funny?

Yep, whether he means to be or not he’s p funny sometimes.

8. Are they scared easily?

I wouldn’t think so, no.

9. Are they stubborn?

He can be, depending on the topic. Most times he give tf up and just lets the other person think they’re right, even if he knows he’s right.

10. What would they do if they found out their best friend was cheating on their boyfriend/girlfriend ?

”Dude what the fUCK QUIT THAT SHIT. You know that’s gonna end in hell for all three of you by the end of it if you keep it up.” And generally kinda. Doesn’t let them forget what they’re doing is shitty.

11. Thoughts on abstinence? He’s cool if they want to do it, he didn’t though.

12. What would they do if their best friend told them they were doing drugs?

”Cool, whatever you want. Just either don’t do that hard shit, kay? Or at least keep it from me, I’m good w/ just smoking pot”

13. If they drank a truth serum what would they say? What’s their biggest secret?

”Sometimes it really frustrates me that I never feel romantic love for people, I’d love to be in a relationship, but I can’t give love back the way they’d want.”

14. How would they take if their friend, family member, lover died?

Sob. A lot. A not get over it for a long time. He doesn’t take loss easy.

15. Do they smoke?

Weed? Yep.

Cigarettes? Nope.

16. Do they worry about physical appearance too much?

Nope, not really.

17. Most extreme thing they’ve done?

I mean? One night stands and smoking pot is really as bad as he gets? He’s drove drunk and stuff before when he knew he shouldn’t? Idk he’s not really that bad.

18. How are they under pressure?

P okay I guess??? Idk he could be a lot worse. He gets a little shaky, but he can more or less hold it together if he needs to.

19. How would they react if they saw someone on the street being robbed?

Grab the robber if he could, if he couldn’t, he’d at least tell the police

20. How would they react if one day their best friend or boyfriend/girlfriend woke up and it turns out he/she has amnesia?

Be really sad tbh, but y’know kinda try to help jog their memory if he could.

21.Thoughts on anal sex?

A+ 10/10 in his opinion, but y’know, if ur not down w/ it thats ur deal and he’ll respect that.

22. One thing they would never ever do, under any circumstances?

I answered another one with a different answer, so another one is rape, or just generally take advantage of anyone like that. He couldn’t even force himself to if it’d keep him alive.

23. Do they have any sexual fantasizes?

Yep yep.

24. Most weird place they had sex?

Not His House. Like at a party. Idk it weirds him out to have sex in a place he’s not familiar with.

25. If they can meet anyone on this earth, dead or alive, who would they want to meet?

Maybe his granny. People always talk about her in a good manner, but she died before he was born.

26. Would they rather travel to past or the future?

Future, I’d think.

27. In what movie, book, tv series would they enter if they could?

Harry Potter. Magic is cool af.

28. What would they do if they won the lottery?

He wouldn’t know what the fuck to do w/ the money. Mainly I think he’d help Wenge and his friends and family. Then put the rest in a bank. Bc otherwise I don’t think he’d know what to do with it.

29. Who do they love more, mom or dad?

Momma. Not that he doesn’t love his dad, just his dad was at work more, so he spent more time w/ Momma.

30. If they are on the deserted island and they see a box, what would they like to be in that box?

A way to get home.

31, How do they express their love towards friends and family? (Presents, words, actions?)

Actions when he can. Otherwise, words.

32. Who is the most important person in their life?

Wenge tbh?? Idk he’s just? Been through a lot w/ Wenge.

33. What powers would they like to have?

Healing powers.

34. Do they like to travel?

Nah, he likes being at home.

35. Where do they travel most often?

To mom and dad’s house, or to Wenge’s. Though that’s not really traveling. The biggest traveling he does is to a lake most people don’t visit. He kinda sits by himself for a bit an smokes and thinks n whatnot.

36. How much luggage do they carry?

Just what he knows he’ll need.

37. Favourite transportation?

Walking. Or a car if it’s Long Distance.

38. Do they have a life motto? Or just a quote they really love?

”Take me as I am, or watch me as I go.”

39. Favourite season?

The spot inbetween Fall and Winter when all the good things and parades happen.

40. Favourite holiday?

Thanksgiving. He loves the warmth and family attitude that comes with it.

41. Do they and how do they work out?

Nope. So N/A I guess.

42. Do they sleepwalk?

Nah.

43. What’s their astrology sign? (You can do a test here)

Cancer

44. What’s their temperament? (You can do a test here)

Phlegmatic

45. What’s their personality type? (You can do a test here )

INFP

46. What’s their strongest intelligence? (You can do a test here)

Nature w/ a 4.57

47. Do they know how to ice skate?

I mean, probably not but he wouldn’t find it that hard to learn.

48. Where was their favourite and where their worst vacation?

Fave - To see cousins states away

Worst - A different time they went to see their cousins so much shit went wrong he gets mad thinking about it

49. Do they have a bad sexual experience?

I mean? Yeah, of course. Everyone who has sex does at some point. It just wasn’t major. More like, it just didn’t work or no one had an orgasm or they had a fight or something idk.

50. Do they masturbate?

Yeah, sometimes. Not as often now as he used to.

51. Biggest regret?

Not being able to help more.

52. How do they dress?

Comfy mainly. If looks can be added, cool. But mainly just for comfort.

53. Who was their childhood love?

He didn’t have one.

54. What they wanted to be when they grow up?

I don’t know. Maybe a zoologist.

55. Who in their family do they like the most?

Momma.

56. Did they ever did something in school they were grounded for?

Yeah of course. Probably snuck out.

57. Thoughts on abortion?

To each their own just don’t hurt others for disagreeing.

58. Biggest adventure?

He’s on it fam, being a god father.

59. How they react when someone offends their friend/boyfriend/sibling?

He get’s defensive.

60. How would they react if they found out they were pregnant?

”Well.. This is a.. Predicament. To say the least.”

61. Who would they tell first about the pregnancy?

Sunglow probably?

62. Do they pay with cash or credit card?

Cash, mainly bc he never remembers if he has money on his credit card.

63. Best childhood memory?

Going to a waterpark during summer w/ some cousins.

64. Worst childhood memory?

Idk probably like?? Something that happened at school. People are dicks.

65. Are they scared easily?

I think I said no already.

66. Did they tried weed?

Multiple times fam lmao

67. Did they try more serious drugs?

Nahhh

68. Quirks?

He taps drumbeats on stuff when thinking

Talks to plants

Can recite the alphabet backwards w/ out fucking it up

69. Pet peeves?

Saying “Let there be light” every time any light switch is flipped on.

People who read over your shoulder on public transportation.

Suburban kids who think they are gangstas.

70. Do they have phobia?

Scared of spiders, cockroaches, and things flying in his face

71. Do they have any mania?

Nah I don’t think so.

72. Are they allergic to something?

Nope, not currently.

73. Do they sing in the shower?

I think he hums maybe, but not outright sings and belts a song.

74. What are they most embarrassed about?

His lack of romantic love.

75. Favourite art?

Starry Night probably. It’s makes him feel happy.

76. Who they call when their car breaks in the middle of nowhere?

His dad.

77. With whom did they lose their virginity and where?

His best friend in highschool. In their house, not his. I think he actually id get teary-eyed if not actually crying during/after. Wasn’t bc he was sad, just bc so many thoughts ran through his head at the time and it was all a little overwhelming.

78. How would they react if someone tried to rob them?

Punch the dick in the fucking face.

79. Did they have any family tradition when they were young?

Mhm. Visit cousins and other family every Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve.

80. Do they cry at weddings?

Depends on the wedding. If it’s someone close like Sunglow or Family, of course. He’s a teary-eye’d mes. But they’re good, happy tears.

81. Who do they like to spend more time with, significant other or friends?

Friends. Doesn’t have a significant other and he doesn’t want one.

82. What’s their theme song? Some Hozier song, but I’m not entirely sure which? Hooker Green just has a very Hozier kind of feel. Perhaps Like Real People Do would be it?

Relationship Questions

1. Did they ever give/received a blowjob? Yep, he’s gave and recieved one. 2. When did they say they love each other? He says platonic ‘i love you’s all the time, but when he kinda? Meant it was to Wenge, when they kind of figured out this was gonna be a regular thing. 3. Favourite memory with a boyfriend/girlfriend? Look okay, Wenge is/was the closest thing he’s gonna have to a boyfriend. Anyway, favorite memory is probably laying around with Wenge, probably after it was very established they were good friends, best friends even, and Hooker Green could’ve called Wenge anytime for his Services and not have to pay, but he still did. They laid together on Hooker Green’s bed and talked for a long, long time before Hooker Green began to get sleepy and passed out in Wenge’s arms. He still remembers it, and thinks fondly on it often. 4. Biggest fight? Hooker Green is usually very non-confrontational, and avoids fights when he can. The worst fight he’s gotten into was when he was younger, someone said in public about how ‘that brown guy deserved it, the little bitch. He should’ve enjoyed it, getting that dick like he did, he’s a whore anyway..” among other things. Hooker Green stood up to him, and when the guy punched him, Hooker Green punched right fucking back. It escalated from them as you can imagine, and while I don’t have all the details worked out, I can assure you that Hooker Green won. 5. Who usually starts the fight? Other people. Like I said Hooker Green is super con-confrontational.

6. What do they mostly fight about? Hooker Green and Wenge specifically? Minor things, it never lasts long.

7. Who is most likely to cool off and forgive first after the fight? Hooker Green. He avoids fights any time he can, and likes making up better than arguing. 8. Who pays the wedding? They’re not in a relationship, I want to make that very clear. Most of these questions are hypothetical. But they would pay together. 9. Where will they have they wedding? And when? It’d be a small backyard wedding. Outside Hooker Green’s home because there’s much more greenery and forest-type of things back there.  After 5 years of being together. 10. What kind of dress will the bride be wearing? Hooker Green would be wearing the dress tbh Tea length illusion cap sleeves lace tulle rustic A-line wedding dress so this one: http://www.luckybridals.com/tea-length-illusion-cap-sleeves-lace-tulle-rustic-a-line-wedding-dress-768.html 11. How old will they be? Uhh Hooker Green would’ve been about 27-28 and Wenge would’ve been about 30-31 12. How will he purpose? At home, after just spending the day together, no sex or nothin it’d probably when they were laying together, he pulls out the box and sits them both up and with nervous mind and shaky hands, pulls out the box and asks quietly if he would marry him hooker green wouldn’t be able to hide his smile if he tried when he hugged him and said yes. 13. How many kids will they have? Does Cotton Candy count? bc 1 then. 14. Who will kids love more? Their kid? Wenge probably? Only a teeny tiny bit more. Other kids, Hooker Green. 15. When did they meet each other’s parents and how? Wenge met Hooker Green’s about 2 and a half years after meeting him Hooker Green met Wenge’s a few months after meeting him 16. How do your character parents get along with his/hers boyfriend/girlfriend? They get along really well on both sides 17. How do your character parents get along with his/hers boyfriend/girlfriend’s parents? Get along a little less, but overall really well too 18. Who cries over movies? Depends on the movie, if it’s enough, both cry. Hooker Green is more likely to cry, though. 19. Who starts the snowball fight? Wenge! He’s a silly dude. 20. Who is friendlier with neighbours? Hooker Green. Wenge is still a little anxious sometimes. 21. Who is more jealous? Also Wenge. He’s a bit nervous of the possibility of Hooker Green leaving him sometimes. 22. Where did they had sex first? Hooker Green’s house. When was the first night they met. 23. Who worries more about wedding plans? Wenge. Hooker Green is positive things would go fine, as long as they had each other. 24. Who would decorate the house? Mostly Wenge. It’s a beautiful forest-y kind of feel when they’re done.

25. Who cooks? Wenge probably. Hooker Green helps, though!

26. Who is more organized? Wenge out of habit. Can’t do what his job was without being organized.

27. Who initiates things in the bedroom? Hooker Green. Wenge was always asked if he would come over so they could go for it.

28. How often do they had sex? *shrugs* Like???? At least 2-3 times a month????????? I Don’t Know.

39. What’s the craziest place they had sex? In the living room. *shrugs* they’re not public-sex type of people.

30. Favourite non sexual activity? Hooker Green’s would be if they laid together an got high, just talking about whatever. Or going out to movies.

31. Who kills spider and all the bugs? Wenge. Hooker Green doesn’t like killing things.

32. Who drinks more? Eh, neither really? Wenge thought about drinking away the problem, but never went through with it.

33. Who steals blanket in the middle of the night? Wenge probably. He Needs to be warm.

34. Who is more romantic? Probably would be Hooker Green but mainly just bc sometimes out of no where he’d bring home flowers for Wenge bc they made him think of him.

35. Who falls asleep first? Hooker Green tbh. Sleepy boy.

36. Who wakes up first? Also Hooker Green. Early to bed, early to rise. He likes watching the sunrise.

37. Who takes care of chores around the house and waters the plants? Hooker Green! He’s really good with plants.

38. Who reads bedtime stories to the kids? They take turns, but Wenge does it more often

39. Who experiments more? In general normal life: Hooker Green Sexually: Wenge By Far.

40. Who is louder? Normal life: Wenge but not by much Sexually: Hooker Green. By no means a ‘screamer’ but he’s vocal and makes his opinions heard by Wenge

41. Who is more of a risktaker? Wenge I guess. Hooker Green would rather stay in a pattern while Wenge is open to the schedule changing. Sometimes. Not really after the Incident.

42. Who is more patient? They’re both patient. But I guess Hooker Green because Wenge gets twitchy and nervous after waiting long enough for something, especially after the Thing.

43. Do they have some kind of rituals? Morning rituals. Hooker Green makes some warm morning drink, it might be coffee. But with a lot of creamer and sugar and a splash of milk. He hates it black. He takes it to the porch in the spring and fall with a jacket or blanket and wakes up with it. Wenge gets up when his body lets him, goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and watches morning cartoons with CC or some other show if she’s not awake yet.

44. Who makes all the travel plans, books the tickets and packs the suitcase? Wenge, but mainly because Hooker Green doesn’t like traveling much at all.

45. Where do they go on honeymoon? God I can’t imagine them Going Anywhere. Maybe?? A town or 2 over? Where they’d just get away from stuff for a bit.

46. Who likes to take pictures more? Hooker Green. Most all of ‘em go up on his IG when they come home.

47. When they are going together somewhere, who is driving? Hooker Green, steadier hands.

48. What kind of presents do they buy? Simple stuff. Or food related little gifts. Lil snacks n stuff.

49. First thing they noticed about boyfriend/girlfriend? Their Colors(tm) but also Wenge noticed Hooker Green’s hairstyle and Hooker Green noticed his like, his face in general, but specifically his eyes. They set him easy.

50. Do they lie in the relationship? Nope, first thing they made clear was to not lie, especially if they were uncomfortable.

51. Do their boyfriend/girlfriend turn around after other people on the street? If so, how do they react? Eh? Not really considering they aren’t really dating tbh. An even then it’s usually men they turn at and they actually discuss if he was cute from their glance at him lmao

52. Would they forgive an adultery? No, probably not, depends on the situation.

53. Would they confess an adultery? Noo?? But neither have been married so?????

54. Have they ever fantasized about someone else during sex? Who? Yes, I’m sure they have, but they’re also Not An Actual Couple sooooo? HG was a ‘crush’ he had at the time and Wenge doesn’t really fantasize about anyone else, he keeps his mind occupied on pleasing whom he’s with at the moment.

55. Do they take showers together? Sometimes, yes.

56. Who is their inspiration for love? Not TV Stars. Wenge’s parents are his inspiration. HG’s are probably his own parents lmao

57. Perfect date? Later at night, walk around town holding hands, maybe get something to eat (tbh like pizza or Mcdonalds or smth lmao), and come home and lay together and talk and fall asleep together.

58. How they spend anniversaries? More or less doing that lmao. Less walks around town at night but still def the pizza thing and laying and talking together. They watch movies on their ‘anniversary’

59. Favourite date? Maybe their ‘first’ one. It was just?? Weird and special and nice tbh?? They kissed a lot and tbh planned to have sex but never got around to it lmao. They ended up getting sleepy before they could and just fell asleep together on HG’s bed.

60. In what moment did they realized that they love each other? When they woke up the next morning from that first date and saw the light gently slanting over them from in-between the slats of the blinds and thinking ‘i wouldn’t mind waking up next to this everyday for the rest of my life’

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I am in such a bad mood you guy's A survivor story WiLL FolloW Legit this is a story of triumph and survival... Please read this. If i ever post anything important THIS is it so please for me read this!! This is my story and its pretty amazing. :'( Here i want all ya'll judging me right now to read this and think about it for a moment okay... This is what i wish would happen to you ass holes who cant keep you fucking opnions and scruteny to yourself... Okay!! Go back in time and be essentially a "shut in" with no actual friends to hang out with or talk to mostly because your suffering from certin aspects of schizophrenia that you as well as your family arent aware of... so here we are living under a rock way more quiet than the average human being dealing with weird ass issues like hearing voices and feeling like people can hear your thoughts and feel your emptional states so as a result you shut up and keep to yourself all the time... Then for the first time ever since ever you move to town and get yourself a friend who is mind you border line psychotic but she likes you and shes fun... now 6 months of this and suddenly BOOM your pregnant at 17... your baby daddy dont wanna hang around dont seem to give a fuck bout you even tho he does ect... Spend the next 2 years of your life fighting hard core yelling matches breaking things in a desperate ploy to get your baby daddy to fucking come home... Fight like this hard every day damn near for 2 fucking years b4 you finally give up... Then at 20 i want you to be the single mom of 2 children work every day pay all your own bills take care of and try to raise 2 kids all the while looking back on your bad relationship trying to find a new better more loving and equal partner ship (as a parent so young mind you your only 20)... and now here is for the fun part... Your 22 years old now and you found your self a psychopath... yup full on crazy ass mother fucking manipulative beyond your wildest understanding of manipulation im talking weird mk ultra shit going on and you fall head over heels in love... Great things are stupid as fuck by now but hey your in love who care right??? Well they get even dumber for some unknown reason to you still to this day your kids dad and his family decide to rip your 3 year olkd son away from you and your in a state of total SHOCK and cant seem to even think............ Cant even think........... Your still in shock....... Your son is gone. SEVERAL MONTHS PASS B4 your even allowed to talk to him........ your 3 year old son.... its just you the baby and the psychopath and daily texts from your BFF..... You finally push loosing physical custody and not being abel to have ANY contact with your son of which YOU HAVE COMPLETLY TAKEN CARE OF AND RAISED BY YOUR FUCKING SLEF so deep down insode of you it hurts even to simply think about him but now you get to visit CAUTIOUSLY btw.... Are we done yet??? NOPE!!! Alrigh well now your 23 god damn years old you survived a horrible relationship screaming and fighting, having your 3 year old son ripped away from you DATING A PSYCHOPATH (which has its own uneik set of fucking issues btw like rejection on a constant basis as well as being manipulated into self destruction yourself as well as your life without knowing your doing it) Dating a psychopath.... LOOK IT UP and suddenly out of no fucking ware you go through one of THE MOST INTENSE ONSETS OF SCHIZOPHRENIA most people and doctors could imagine happening to somebody... I mean normally people notice little symptoms like hearing voices and shit... Its already a rare brain disorder but its even less frequent for somebody to go through a full blown psychosis... Thats you... That 1 in 1million out of a billion going through a psychosis RAISING 2 CHILDREN IN LOVE WITH A PSYCHOPATH MENDING A BROKEN RELATIONSHIP WITH THERE CONTROLLING ANGRY FATHER ECT... EVERYONE THINKS YOUR HIGH ON DRUGS AND YOUR NOT.... Also not only are you experiencing this intense onset but your BFF ditches you cuz shes a huge attention whore bitch and suddenly you actually need her to be there ONLY for you and she just cant have that in her life so now your alone in the world... AGAIN!! For several years actually... You spend years recovering yourself your personality your ability to properly communicat eand associate or identify with yourself and the world around you because yeah the onset was that bad... Your relearnign and TEACHING YOURSELF how to human agin (nobody knows nobody gives a fuck) it was bad people... really really bad!!! Okay cool you think you have been through enough so quickly right i mean like within a 3 or 4 year time span you've encountered the worst of the worst for the most part loosing your son giving up week days with you daughter DATING A PSYCHOPATH that stupid relationship that was hugely stressful Did i mention that you were working full time paying all yo bills on yo own taking care of yo kiddow by yourself living essentially completly isolated at least 20 minutes to half an hour away from EVERYBODY you know you indapendent as fuck b4 this onset... SOBER dont even drink!! Your good to go... like good to fucking go... But no during this onset you loose your JOB ($10 an hour mind you that you were bad ass at and loved and ready to retire from) you loose your car you loose your house (for the better part of owning a home you cant live in it anymore) you LOOSE YOUR GOD DAMN MIND LITERALLY its gone schizo psychosis took it from you and held you captive no joke... your insane... considering your an adult now and not a child and your less susceptable to things you should be done by now right... NOPE so your by this point LONELY as fuck and kind of clueless cuz why has life been so hard for me man like i didnt intentionally fuck shit up for myself you know... i really honestly didnt... and you have a new outlook on things which is kind of really uneik considering how things have gone for you, your boundaries thanks to the schizo are all fucked up and off but you have managed to like regain certin aspects of your personality enough to feel strong and confident and your head on going itno life full force with hope and determination you got a year and a half of university under your belt ect... your not done... Your addicted to meth right now... yup whole heartedly consuming the shit out of one of the worst drugs IN THE WORLD right now... You know your addicted (your 26 btw) and your doing your absoulte best to quit (have i mentioned thanks to the schizo you pretty much went a year without physical custody of your other kiddo just so you could actually manage that year and a half in college which killed you every singel day to be away from her so that was hard) well even though your really trying to stop like really trying so hard you call 911 one night and ask an officer for help... okay cool your like a fucking METH ADDICT HERO by all tweeker standards lolz Well you go to some friends for help and instead of keeping it in the family they call DFS and even though you have done EVERYTIHG in your power INCLUDING giving you kiddow to friends of the family to look after while you go to rehab ect... yeah now you actually legally lost custody of your kid... The light of your life is gone... YOU ARE ALONE IN THE WORLD NOW... (both your fucking kids have been taken from you OMFG your entire life has been built arounf being a fuckin parent and now your nothing but a drug addict... they say time dont matter but dang a year on meth and my ENTIRE LIFE DISSAPEARED BEFORE MY EYES) you have nobody and nothing to look forward to on a dily baisis now... what do you do though?? By now youd think with all you been through how lonely you are how much of yourself and your life and the people you love that you have lost youd sink into a full blown life destroying meth addction... NOPE you actually get clean... YOU GOT SOBER OFF METH OF ALL DRUGS against all the odds set before you YOU GOT CLEAN (does anybody care nope) god i mean your not a success story at all by now. Not only have you survived being a single mom at such a young age as well as survived an tramatizing schizophreina onset loosing both of your kids and got away from a PSYCHOPATH but now you have survived a fucking meth addiction... JESUS CHRIST YOUR AN INSPIRATION do people think this about you??? NO not at all... your a looser fuck up crazy weirdo... damn and you thought you were doing good... nope... not yet... All you had through all of this was your mom. figures the strongest person you know is your fucking mom. Like nobody has survived as much shit as your mom accept you by this point. Sooo thanks mom for always being there when i needed you the most.. okay cool so here we are 7 fucking years later things have chilled out FINALLY for sure you got this after all that bull shit your pretty much back to normal and you got shit under control... K well i want you to look around and realize that nobody gives a shit... Your a LEGIT survivor and not one fucking person (welp accept oyur mom cuz shes the only one who really knows) gives a shit and people are constantly judging you thinkning you should have a job and be trying harder at life ect... You not doing the mom thing well enough your not doing the stay at home wife thing well enough your not being a productive member of society ect... Go through all that stereotypical DIFFICULT and CHALLENGING as well as RARE INSANITY and loss and then well and then place yourself under as much scrutiny as you can possibly imagin... Look around and realize that all the people in your life (beside maybe your mom) think your a puriah of the system cuz your living off a dissability check (a whopping $500 a month) a crazy weirdo your nothing but an insane weirdo looser lazy person... The only way anyobody will ever have any respect for you is if you get a pathetic $8 an hour job and pull yourself away from life as you know it now and work like the rest of humanity... GET A FUCKING JOB AND BE A BETTER PARENT BECAUSE YOUR A POS int he eyes of a lot of people close to you... CLEAN YOUR FUCKING KITCHEN AND COOK 9 course meals every single day... Your a looser I feel like dying right now... No joke :/ Im having a really bad fucking day~!!!!! Somebody mail me a fucking gold star okay!!