#and if you want to talk abt dna testing let's talk abt the one that was done in 2011 and how the defense hurried to propose the plea as soo

[alexcabotgf]

not to be true crime posting on main but i think i'm falling down the wm3 rabbit hole again

[missymurder]

i wanna make out with yr fem noiz her hairs so cute. so flippy :) also would love to hear more abt your dmmd oc i feel like i never hear abt dmmd ocs im scared to talk abt mine

HIII sorry im replying so late!!!! I'm so happy u like my fem noiz she is The gamer girl i luv her

as for my dmmd oc..............i have so many things i want to say about her but i don't want to clog ppl's screens so im gonna stick em under a cut and pray tumblr doesnt do that thing where it just shows the whole thing anyway

(be warned it is a very, very, VERY chunky read more cause i'm just gonna ramble off how much of her story I have figured out at this point)

(TL;DR: nevaeh is born on a plane, -1 leg but +1 brain injury, she gets adopted, 20 yrs later does a DNA test, finds out shes got exactly one living relative in midorijima whos 100% a criminal)

Nevaeh time!!

Was born on a plane and subsequently chucked into a busy road upon landing, but got grabbed by a pair of local punks before anyone could hit her

fall damage gave her a bad leg injury, aka "had to cut the whole leg off" bad, as well as bonking her on the head which gave her severe memory + emotional regulation issues down the line

fast forward 20-ish years, Nevaeh (named after her papa's motorcycle, but backwards) is graduated from high school but a college dropout who's living with her dads and working part time at the local bar trying to save up some money for her own place

eating dinner w her dads when her papa mentions that some guy brought in a really nice motorcycle for repair (fancy Allmate port and everything), but wouldn't say how it got damaged and didn't ask how much it'd cost. obvs a criminal but he seemed like a calm, quiet guy so it probably wouldn't hurt to do the job, but his vibe was Off

he probably gets a felon's bike every single day so nevaeh decides to use her free day to follow her papa to work and see wtf has got him so weirded out about this guy

soon as he walks in, the vibes go bad and its like the whole place gets a little weird, but nevaeh can't shake the feeling that she knows this dude?? from somewhere?? way too old to be a high school classmate, too felon-y to be a teacher, doesn't seem like he'd hit up a bar for funsies, where tf does she know him from????

he gets his bike, pays what he has to + some extra, and leaves without getting his change back. thank god for that but now nevaeh is getting pissed off cause she KNOWS him from somewhere but like everything else, she just can't remember

her papa tells her to use the back door to cool off in the alleyway before she starts breaking stuff, but on her way out, she sees Bad Vibe dude smoking a pipe and leaning on his bike while he talks on his coil (no respect for the bike?? he really is some bad news)

AYO HE'S TALKING ABOUT ARMS SMUGGLING?? nah nevaeh can't hang w this guy he's Crazy crazy

but also she really really really wants to know how tf she knows him and if she doesn't find out she'll forget later and then she'll get more pissed off cause she forgot

fuck it we ball

"omg hey u like ur bike? my papa does great work hes like soo good at it anyways have you ever been to the Casa Flora on Yui-dori?? the high school right across the street?? prison?? i'm taking ur silence as a no just let me know when i get it right"

bad dude taps out his pipe and leaves (do criminals just not have manners now??)

maybe he has one of those familiar faces but lets be honest he looks like a personified brick wall no way he'd just be Some Guy in a crowd nevaeh KNOWS HIM

.........maybe they could b related? nevaeh knows she's adopted, he's the only non-Japanese non-white person she's seen around town besides herself and her dad, and they have similar cheekbone structure......kinda.....if you squint...........

only one way to find out: DNA TEST!!!!!! she sends her dna off to a company that checks Japan, North America, and Europe (covering all the bases here) for any relatives

good news! the test found lots of relatives! bad news! they are all dead!

the company actually has her come in and explains that she has a very very very VERY rare strain of DNA found in a teeny tiny section of North America which was home to a tribe of unnamed Native Americans who were said to be antisocial and reclusive

its most notable feature is a genetic whoopsie in melanin production that makes the eyes a bright gold color, but doesn't seem to affect much else besides maybe a higher chance of skin cancer??

unfortunately, the tribe was wiped out by a group of nationalist terrorists, and nevaeh most likely ended up in Japan because Toue's corporation swooped in to save her remaining family and bring them to Midorijima for treatment--that being said, all of them succumbed to their injuries and died within a few months

she must have gotten lost during the transportation process and was super duper lucky to have minor injuries

(obviously not what happened, but the sudden and violent destruction of an entire village doesn't just get Ignored in a world where social media exists, toue had to cover his ass somehow)

there's only one relative left whose name, age, gender, and living status are unknown, so there's a good chance that they're dead, too, but the company agrees to give Nevaeh whatever genetic information they have on this individual and hopefully she can use it to do some research on her own

its not very specific but she has a few tidbits that might help, namely that they're 42.5% Unknown Native American and 45.7% African-American (similar genetic makeup, so maybe some shared features), higher chance of being a smoker, and very likely to have a mood/personality disorder

.........hey wait a second

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Anonymous said: ok but imagine if dabi was filming for rei and his s/o walks in and dabi INTRODUCES THEM TO REI THROUGH THE VIDEO im crying

Anonymous said: DABI FILMING HIS VIDEO AND GN S/O WALKS IN AND HE GETS ALL SOFT ABT IT

"... I would like to let everyone know why I'd end up comminting such a hideous act-"

It was recording, the whole world will soon know his true identity, whose he was before it happened the accident, what the hero Endeavour did it with him and what he made him do... in any case, he had the fucking DnA test to confirm if anyone doubt it him.

He hoped at least he guessed the room right to give send his message to her...

Just when he was about to continued speaking you entered the room but soon yelped when you saw him, shirtless, the hot damn handsome man, and with a camera on his front.

"Sorry!" You closed your hands together with a worried expression before looking at the camera and mouthing a apology while bowing, getting out of the view.

He let out a chuckle and extended his hand to you, a signal you could come as your face was morphed into embarrassment.

"The moment I was delated as dead. I could only think about reaching my goal to take the mask of the hero society, I thought I could not get other place in my soul, especially such a stupid and fake thing called love which I grew up with." You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not getting why he was still talking since you interrupted the record accidentaly.

"I was afraid of becoming Todorki Enji if I came to take a liking to someone. Growing up seing your own father beat your mother is not exactly a good example for a kid neither for a hero..."

He got up and offered his hand once again and this time you grabbed, gasping when he pulled you to his chest as his gaze soften and carresed tour cheek, the area where his own skin was burn to crisp.

".. yet I had a but of luck. I found someone. Just as sweet as... well, my mom. I was so afraid of hurting them that I became the most of the jerks to keep them away from me.... yet, they were persistent, breaking the walls I hold over the years... and even despite discovering my ugly truth, where I came from and knowing all my flaws." He pebke dyour forehead as you smiled at the warm and fuzzy feeling he always was able to giev to you.

"They're still here. Bearing with this fu ked up asshole... Todoroki Touya.. known as Dabi by now. They met me on my worst, and know me by my best..." he touched foreheads with you with a smirk "And I couldn't ask for a better partner on this life I had."

You smiled on him and hugged his frame tightly before he poked you, showing the camera with a smirk by his turquoise eyes.

"This will be exclusive for her... want to leave a message to your mother-in-law? Dollface?" He chuckled at the way your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you gagged in your words.

"H-Huh.. well." You looked at the camera and smiled "Todoroki Rei-san... you will always have my gratitude for giving birth to this amazing man that is your son. I love him with all my life, to the moon and back-" you let out a giggle, scratching the back of your head "I wish I could express my love for him in words but that's impossible, I swear to my own life that, despites everything he does, he is still boy... a precious one. And I swear o my grave that I will keep him safe and loved for as long as I lived.

"... I wished you had the moment to meet them in person.." turquoise eyes were at you before he looked at the camera "well... this is my partner... A lovely one, but moving on-" he sighed and sit down...

All of that and the woman had tears on her wide grey eyes as she watched.

"Touya..." was the only word she could muster on all tape it was transmitted, unknown to her that the part where you appeared was only meant for her.

[littlespoonevan]

“That’s a good look for you” for gallavich plssssss♥️

listen, my kingdom for EMT ian ok!!!! it’s not talked about enough!!!! also ian and mickey and babies!!!! let’s talk abt that too lol

*

Generally, Ian doesn’t mind sharing a house with allhis siblings. Sure, it’s not ideal with the lack of space but after so manymonths spent away from them he feels a certain amount of comfort knowing they’reclose by.

What he does notenjoy is said siblings waking him up at two o’clock in the fucking morning witha crying baby.

“Ian,” Liphisses for the third time, shoving the arm Ian has wrapped around Mickey.

It’s Mickey’s grunt of annoyance that ultimatelymakes him move.

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” he mutters, reluctantlypulling away from Mickey and scrubbing at his eyes to wake himself up.

“The fuck’s goin’ on?” Mickey grumbles, still curledon his side with his eyes closed and Ian admires his commitment to stayingasleep even with the lights on and Lip hovering over their bed with a screamingFred.

“Nothing,” Ian tells him, dipping back down to pressa kiss to Mickey’s shoulder. “Go back to sleep.”

He looks up at Lip then, eyes travelling past him tospot an anxious-looking Tami lingering in the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“I think Fred has a fever,” Lip says and he sounds worriedenough that Ian sits up properly. He crawls out from under the covers, climbingover Mickey’s legs to sit on the edge of the bed and holds out his hands. “Okay,hand him over.”

Lip carefully passes Fred into arms and Ian offersthe baby a sweet smile and a quiet, “Hey buddy,” before pressing the back ofhis hand to Fred’s forehead. “Tami, there’s a first aid kit in my EMT bag bythe door. Pass it over?”

The words seem to rouse her from  her relentless staring at Fred’s tear-stainedface and she moves to pass him the bag.

“How long has he been like this?” Ian asks, shiftingFred into his other arm to rifle through his bag until he finds thethermometer.

“Uh he’s been fussy all night. And he’s been teethingthe past couple of days,” Lip tells him, rubbing agitatedly at his forehead. “Wethought he was okay when we got him to go to sleep but he woke up crying and hewas burning up.”

Ian nods, checking his right ear and then his left.Mickey sits up with a sigh right around the time Ian takes the thermometer outof Fred’s ear, shooting Lip a glare before he leans his arm against Ian’sshoulder and props his chin up on his forearm.

“Your dad wake you up in the middle of the night too,huh?” he asks Fred and Ian tries not grin too widely when Fred stops fussing longenough to giggle at him.

Instead he schools his expression and looks at Lip. “He’sdefinitely got a temperature but it’s not bad enough to be a fever. It’sprobably because of the teething. Just give him some baby Advil and he’ll befine.”

The look of sheer panic on Lip’s face tells himexactly what he’s about to say before he even opens his mouth. “We don’t haveany-“

“There’s a 24 hour drug store a couple of blocksaway,” Ian says tiredly, cutting him off. “It’ll take you fifteen minutes,”

“Didn’t we used to put a cold spoon in Yevgeny’smouth when he was teething?” Mickey asks, still leaning heavily enough on Ian thatIan catches the way he nudges gently at Fred’s cheek with his index finger.

“Yeah,” Ian replies, tearing his thoughts away from Mickey and babies to look at Lip andTami. “Run a spoon under cold water for few minutes and give it to him – it’llhelp numb the pain a little.”

“Wait, when who was teething?” Tami asks, completelyignoring his advice.

“Mickey’s kid,” Lip says distractedly before eitherof them can say anything. “Hey, listen I’m gonna run to the drug store – I’llbe back soon, okay? You’ll be alright here?”

Ian’s not sure which one of the three of them he’stalking to but he nods anyway, bouncing Fred in his arms when he starts to fussagain. “I’ve got him, he’s fine.”

Lip nods, turning on his heel and pressing a kiss tothe side of Tami’s head as he hurries back out into the hallway.

Tami, for her part, barely even seems to notice Lipis gone, still staring at Mickey in disbelief. “You had a kid?”

“Wasn’t my choice, believe me,” Mickey scoffs and Ianfeels his heart twist a little. He knows Mickey’s made peace with Yevgeny, ifnothing else about the situation, but he still can’t help craning his neck andkissing the top of Mickey’s head at the words.

“We were playing house before Lip and Debbie everwere,” Ian snorts, trying to keep the fondness out of his voice. It was a darktime in both of their lives but it also holds some of Ian’s favourite memoriesof their relationship. “So seriously, a cold spoon. It helps.”

Tami looks like she wants to ask more but sherestrains herself, nodding vaguely. “You’ll be okay with him if I godownstairs?”

“We got him,” Ian promises and with another inclineof her head, she goes.

Mickey lets out a sigh as soon as they’re alone withFred, moving back to his original spot on the bed and half-sitting up againstthe wall. “C’mere.”

Ian allows himself to be pulled back, careful not tojostle Fred, and situates himself between Mickey’s legs, leaning back againsthis chest. He feels himself relax as soon as Mickey’s hands settle on his sidesand huffs out a laugh as Fred looks curiously between them, confused by the newenvironment. Ian runs a hand over his tiny head and rests his own head back onMickey’s shoulder.

They’re both quiet for a minute, Ian pulling faces atFred to get him to smile and Mickey slowly rubbing circles on the skin at Ian’ssides.

“You ever think about it?” Mickey asks, voice hardlylouder than a whisper. “Kids, I mean.”

The question surprises Ian though he supposes itshouldn’t. He hadn’t thought Mickey would want to talk about marriage eitherbut the engagement rings on both their fingers suggests otherwise.

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “I used to think about it allthe time before,” he admits – when he was a teenager with a stupidly massivecrush on a Mickey who could barely even admit they liked each other. “But thenI got diagnosed and I guess I stopped thinking I could have it, y’know?”

Mickey doesn’t say anything, just keeps up the slowtrace of his fingers on Ian’s skin.

“I guess the good thing about not having kids that arebiologically mine is that they don’t have to worry about being bipolar.”

“You can still have kids that are yours,” Mickey saysbut Ian doesn’t let him finish his thought.

“I can’t,” he says, craning his neck to try and meetMickey’s eyes. “Mick, I can’t.Bipolar is hereditary and I’m not risking it. Okay, we can adopt or we can justuse your DNA.”

Mickey stares down at him in surprise – probably atthe sudden change from hypothetical to theirown future. Still, he offers Ian a half-smile when he says, “Because makingthe kid a Milkovich would be so much better, huh?”

Ian huffs a laugh. “Being a Milkovich isn’t nature,it’s nurture. Or Terry’s lack thereof.”

Mickey snorts but his voice is sincere when he startstalking again a moment later. “Monica had a bunch of kids and you’re the onlyone who’s been diagnosed. Maybe the kid’d be okay.”

“That’s just because Lip was too busy getting thealcoholic gene from Frank,” Ian mumbles, idly holding Fred closer. “It’s notthat I don’t want a kid that’s biologically mine – I just don’t think it’sworth the risk, y’know?”

Mickey doesn’t say anything else but Ian feels himnod.

“Do you ever think about it?” he asks Mickey then,oddly nervous for his answer.

“I didn’t used to,” Mickey murmurs softly. “But now- Imean I’m not saying I want a kid tomorrow. But some day. Y’know when we’ve gotour own place and when all our shit’s figured out.”

“You mean when we can legally leave the state and don’thave to take random drug tests anymore?” Ian laughs.

“Pretty much,” Mickey answers and Ian loves beingable to hear the smile in his voice.

“When our probation’s up,” Ian says decisively. “Then we can revisit this conversation.”

Mickey huffs a laugh. “Deal.”

“Y’know that’s a good look for you.”

Ian whips his head to the side at the sound of Tami’svoice as he feels Mickey tense behind him.

Tami’s standing in the doorway, arms folded and aspoon dangling from her fingers as she leans against the doorframe with smirkon her face. “Parenthood almost makes you two not look like criminals.”

“Gee thanks,” Mickey gripes but Ian can tell that it’sall bravado. He’s starting to figure out Mickey likes when other peoplecompliment them on conventional stuff like that. “Wanna take back your babythat Ian fixed now?”

Tami nods but there’s still a smug air to herexpression as she steps over to the bed to lift Fred out of Ian’s arms. “Thanksfor your help, Ian,” she says before she turns her gaze to Mickey. “I’ll letyou know how the spoon thing works.”

Mickey gives her the finger and she laughs as sheheads out of the room, bouncing Fred in her arms.

As soon as she’s gone Mickey’s arms wrap around hischest and his chin drops onto Ian’s shoulder. “She’s just as annoying as yourbrother.”

“I don’t know,” Ian says, feeling a grin quirk thecorners of his mouth. “I think she’s right. You’re definitely a hot dad.”

Mickey makes a sound somewhere between a scoff and agroan, smacking Ian’s chest lightly. “Shut the fuck up. I thought we’re not talkingabout this for two years?”

Ian twists in his arms, a glint in his eyes. “I’mjust saying.”

“And I’m justsaying, shut the fuck up,” Mickey tells him, quieting him with a kiss.

“You brought it up,” Ian mumbles against his mouth.

“Gallagher, I swear to fucking god,” Mickey grumbles,biting Ian’s lip before deepening the kiss and swallowing down Ian’s laugh.

And you know what, they can definitely wait a littlelonger to talk about it.

Or at least the next half hour.

*

[samscns-blog]

      *    𝖎𝖋   ur  ready  to  two  step  into  some  absolute  BULLSHIT  tomfoolery  ,  ya  girl  𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  is  ready  for  u  with  my  lil  firecrotch  son  ,  𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓  .  strong  silent  type  ,  ABSOLUTE  buffoon  ,  barely  keeping  it  together  so  hopefully  by  the  time  we’re  done  w  him  he’s  still  in  something  resembling  one  piece  :’)  all  my  love  to  u  and  u  cute  asses  !  i’m  so  excited  to  get  this  all  poppin  !

⋆  ╰  another   year   at   hollingsworth   ,  another   year   of   the  big   six rivalry   .   i   hear   that  SAMSON  MAILOTO   is   ensuring  SIGMA  ALPHA  NU   gets   a   solid   pledge   class   and   stays   at   the   top   of   the   ranks   .  oh   ,   you’re   not   familiar   with  HIM  ?  SAM   is   the  KJ  APA   look   alike   from  THE  BRONX   ,   NEW  YORK   .   a  part   of   PC  ‘16   ,  he  is   majoring   in  KINESIOLOGY   and   has   plans   to  ENTER  THE  MMA  AND  ESCAPE  FROM  THE  PUBLIC  EYE   after   undergrad   .   it   makes   sense   they   pledged   their   house   ,   their  PHLEGMATIC   &  SOLICITOUS   attributes   make   them   perfect   matches   .   however   ,   their  TREPIDATIOUS   &  AUSTERE   attributes   keep   their   name   alive   on  greek   rank   .   if   you   don’t   catch   them   dancing   to  BLEACH   -   BROCKHAMPTON   at   a   fraternity   band   party   this   year   ,   you’ll   be   sure   to   catch   them   nursing   their   morning   hangover   at  THE  SNU  HOUSE   .  cheers   to   another   wild   semester  !

⋆ ╰   𝑺 𝑻 𝑨 𝑻 𝑰 𝑺 𝑻 𝑰 𝑪 𝑺  .

𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍    𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 :     samson  ioaleki  mailoto

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬     :    sam  ,  sammy  

𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆    /    𝒂𝒈𝒆 :    february  4    ,    twenty

𝒛𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒄     :    aquarius

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓    𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚    /    𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔     :     cismale  identifying    with    he  /  him  /  his  pronouns    

𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏     :     heteroflexible  and  pansexual  ;  he’s  never  actively  considered  himself  as  lgbtq+  but  has  also  never  given  it  much  thought  ddjdjdjdkjdk

𝒐𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏    :    kinesiology  major  at  hu  ,  aspiring  welterweight  mma  fighter  ,  us  olympic  representitive  for  men’s  boxing  in  the  2020  olympics

𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔    𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆    :    gryffindor

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏    𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅    𝒃𝒚     :     eliot  alder  from  mr  robot  ,  kylo  ren  from  the  new  star  wars  series  ,  detective  elliot  stabler  from  law  and  order  svu  ,  steve  rogers  from  the  mcu  

𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔    :    -    trepidatious  ,  austere  ,  apprehensive  ,  hesitant  ,  antisocial  ,  hostile  ,  bellicose  .

+        phlegmatic  ,  solicitous  ,  benevolent  ,  rational  ,  stalwart  ,  loyal  ,  reliable  ,  optimistic  .

𝑃𝐼𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑇  located  here  !

⋆ ╰    𝑨 𝑵 𝑻 𝑬 𝑪 𝑬 𝑫 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 .

bullet  points  for  the  win  bc  who  has  time  for  all  the  tomfoolery  i  could  spew  from  my  ass  !

sammy’s  mom  was  a  housekeeper  in  upper  manhattan  for  some  fancy  dancy  homes  who  needed  their  gold  toilet  seat  covers  sanitized  3x  a  day  ,  u  know  the  type 🙄

samson  grew  up  in  a  run  down  apartment  in  a  small  samoan  community  in  the  bronx  and  has  always  been  a  lil  antisocial  weirdo  since  those  warm  dark  eyes  came  into  the  light  .  he  rlly  minded  his  own  business  n  wasn’t  really  curious  about  literally  anything  besides  running  and  wrestling  w  his  cousins  .  his  mom  struggled  to  keep  him  fed  and  housed  and  dressed  and  worked  relentless  hours  but  never  left  sam  needing  anything  ,  a  literal  fucking  legend  of  a  woman  and  he’s  proud  to  carry  her  last  name  !

sammy  always  felt  the  weight  of  never  wanting  to  be  an  extra  burden  to  his  mother  and  learned  to  really  be  self-sufficient  ,  likely  explaining  his  satisfaction  with  being  so  alone  

he  vaguely  remembers  the  night  his  life  changed  in  middle  school  ,  the  hushed  strained  whisper  from  the  living  room  ,  he’s  your  god  damned  son  too  ,  think  about  him  for  once  in  your  fucking  life  .  it  hit  like  a  fucking  train  once  the  story  picked  up  ,  5  time  nfl  superbowl  champ  father  to  secret  love  child  .  think  arnold  schwarznegger’s  secret  son  level  scandal  !  suddenly  his  shithead  of  a  dead  is  trying  to  salvage  his  image  ,  fighting  for  split  custody  arrangements  ,  telling  the  press  how  much  in  child  support  he  payed  ,  anything  to  save  his  ass

this  is  the  first  time  samson  remembers  being  fueled  by  rage  in  his  life  ,  as  a  relatively  well-tempered  child  ,  the  injustice  of  having  this  near-stranger  try  to  be  a  “  DAD  ” to  him  while  shitting  all  over  his  mother’s  name  made  his  fucking  blood  boil  and  becomes  a  theme  for  his  future

he  spends  the  next  chapters  of  his  life  going  to  the  fancy  private  schools  in  new  york  his  dad  picks  for  him  and  tearing  his  tie  off  on  the  ratty  bus  ride  into  the  bronx  to  go  home  to  his  mom  .  he  hates  having  to  haul  ass  back  and  forth  ,  wishing  he  could  stay  with  the  only  family  he’s  actually  given  a  shit  about  ,  but  bears  it  for  the  sake  of  not  causing  his  mom  any  more  torment  .  his  father  is  as  awful  as  could  be  imagined  ,  and  samson  hates  every  second  of  existing  with  him  ,  the  snarky  little  comments  at  school  and  in  the  ritzy  wealthy  circles  that  make  him  feel  more  of  a  black  sheep  than  he  ever  asked  to  be

this  becomes  the  root  of  his  anxiety  ,  bearing  the  weight  of  the  world’s  expectations  on  his  young  shoulders  and  repressing  his  own  needs  and  desires  as  a  result  .  he  goes  into  every  sport  imaginable  ,  his  father’s  DNA  being  increasingly  difficult  to  deny  ,  but  finds  a  particular  talent  with  fighting  and  takes  on  as  many  fighting  styles  as  he’s  able  to  master

turning  18  should  mean  freedom  for  sam  ,  but  nothing  is  ever  as  simple  as  he  could  ask  in  his  life  .  in  order  to  keep  the  child  support  payments  that  admittedly  help  keep  his  mother  afloat  ,  his  father  asks  one  more  thing  of  samson  :  hold  off  on  his  pro  mma  dreams  for  just  a  little  longer  in  order  to  attend  his  alma  matter  ,  hollingsworth  university  ,  as  a  publicity  move  and  then  he’ll  be  out  of  sam’s  life  in  every  way  except  financially  .  with  the  dream  of  completing  college  like  his  mom  always  aspired  for  him  ,  sam  agreed  and  went  on  to  appease  the  man  one  last  time  ,  joining  his  former  fraternity  to  sweeten  the  deal  (  and  secure  a  lovely  brownstone  in  his  childhood  neighborhood  signed  in  his  mother’s  name  )  and  is  a  year  out  from  graduating  and  letting  mma  be  the  only  reason  his  name  would  ever  appear  in  the  tabloids  .

⋆ ╰    𝑨 𝑵 𝑨 𝑳 𝒀 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺 .

personality  wise  ,  i  describe  sam  as  the  stupid  bitch  w  big  npc  energy  ,  if  u  want  him  to  talk  u  gotta  talk  to  him  first  and  even  then  he  might  just  give  u  that  hostile  stare  and  just  .. . .  remain  silent  KSDFSDF

he’s  about  as  NOT  a  people  person  as  physically  possible  ,  would  really  be  content  just  sticking  to  his  inner  circle  for  like  the  rest  of  his  life  without  concern  .  he  seems  like  this  rude  stand-offish  dick  but  the  truth  is  he’s  PAINFULLY  SHY  and  has  a  p  severe  case  of  generalized  anxiety  disorder  so  interactions  ?  w  new  ppl  ?  are  a  HARD  pass

did  i  mention  he’s  on  steriods  bc  that  def  adds  to  his  anxiety  and  hostility  !  lmao  !  he  started  juicing  in  high  school  when  his  dad  kept  pressuring  him  for  football  and  how  he  was  “  twice  your  size ”   at  that  age  ,  n  he  HATES  the  dude  but  he’s  also  lowkey  insecure  abt  his  lack  of  a  father  figure  so  ?  used  daddy’s  money  to  start  his  first  cycle  and  pay  off  to  test  clean  and  now  he’s  been  hooked  on  and  off  .  he’s  currently  starting  a  new  cycle  to  bulk  up  for  the  new  season  and  prep  for  the  2020  olympics  but  swears  he  wont  be  on  them  forever  :/

they  make  him  SUPER  aggressive  when  set  off  ,  it’s  a  decent  thing  that  sam’s  so  monotone  and  shy  that  he’s  also  pretty  laid  back  and  kinda  hard  to  rile  up  .  he  really  doesn’t  take  much  personally  and  won’t  do  a  huge  “  chest  pumped  bro  lets  do  this ”  show  bc  he  ?  thinks  all  those  guys  who  do  that  are  tools  LMAO  but  find  the  right  button  to  push  n  he’ll  become  the  very  thing  he  despises  !

if  u  can  get  past  the  literal  awkward  silence  and  resting  bitch  face  ,  sammy  is  actually  really  well  known  for  being  just  a  generally  decent  guy  .  the  perception  is  often  that  he’s  a  dick  bc  he  think’s  he’s  better  than  a  lot  of  ppl  ,  but  the  truth  is  he’s  just  too  nervous  to  start  conversations  n  most  ppl  assume  its  an  ego  thing  vs  a  “  i’m  about  to  piss  myself  thinking  abt  all  the  ways  this  convo  can  go  wrong  so  i’ll  just  not  talk  and  glare  @  u  instead  ”  thing

if  he  had  his  shit  together  he  would  definitely  qualify  as  a  dad  type  ,  but  since  he  doesn’t  ,  he  won’t  SSHSHSHSH  but  he’s  really  just  a  softie  deep  down  ,  he  has  a  stupid  as  HELL  sense  of  humor  and  is  really  objective  and  level  headed  .  the  gryffindor  in  him  is  DEEPLY  loyal  ,  like  to  the  death  ,  but  he’s  got  lots  of  hufflepuff  in  the  sense  that  he’s  really  willing  to  get  his  hands  dirty  to  help  those  in  need  .  u  need  help  moving  ?  someone  to  keep  u  company  while  u  babysit  ?  feel  nervous  walking  alone  after  class  at  night  ?  sammy  might  leave  u  on  read  if  u  text  him  bc  he’s  a  Dumb  Bitch  like  that  but  he’ll  show  up  on  the  dot  ,  hands  in  pockets  ,  exactly  where  u  asked  him  to  be  ready  to  do  what  u  asked  him  to  do  .  the  mans  is  a  super  hard  worker

he  def  still  feels  kinda  weird  at  uni  ?  he’s  p  smart  but  some  of  the  classes  unrelated  to  athletics  and  anatomy  have  given  him  a  REALLY  tough  time  (  dance  appreciation  for  his  fine  arts  credit  almost  tanked  his  gpa  LMAO  )  and  he’s  not  top  of  his  class  or  anything  but  ppl  still  try  to  talk  to  him  bc  of  the  whole  “  famous  dad  ,  future  olympian  ”  thing  ,  which  he  can  pick  up  from  a  mile  a  way  and  makes  him  super  uncomfortable  .  even  being  in  a  frat  w  a  bunch  of  old  money  rich  boys  makes  him  DEF  feel  like  the  odd  one  out  ,  and  he’s  just  counting  down  the  days  until  he’s  OUT  OF  HERE

in  conclusion  :  i  love  u  all  .  lets  suffer  together  .  :~)