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yongtxt · 5 years

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hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

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jackalopefreckles · 4 years

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I feel like Ive aged at least 6 years since covid started. Im angrier. Less adapted to being outside then I used to be- which is saying a lot. This time last year I was?? Actually healthier mentally then I had ever been and looking forward to having the house alone for a month which?? Was the most freedom I wouldve ever had.

A lots fucking changed. I drove halfway across the country- all 30 hours at once with my big brother AND two elderly dogs, plus my cat. All animals on too many drugs (the vet said they couldnt overdose, and then failed to give any further instruction) cami peed on herself twice, unable to move. I had to waterboard her in Phoenix, a truly terrifying hell city where all the roads are raised and overlapping and its a hot as shit cause its?? What june?? Time was so fake this year I mustve just been stoned the whole time till I ran out of weed, and since moving its been a relief to be able to turn off the spinning anxious thoughts for a few hours

my big brother joined us. He brought a new dog with him which?? Is always a lot, plus I have this pack of dogs now cause the puppy wouldnt leave the super cancer ridden dog alone, and Im able to get her cbd regularly here, so shes always comfortable now instead of just?? Sometimes which is a lot nicer. We didnt think shed make it to chrisrmas. I thought shed die with me home alone to take care of everything, like always. It was almost a relief, I wouldn't have to coach my brother through the grieving process at least, and I had already finished. Its hard now even, for me to realize she might even have another christmas (but I wont hold my breath)

I feel safer going outside here then I did in Austin. I only went out a handful of times in texas, for the last few months I was ordering almost all groceries, and only going to the store once mask mandates were mandatory (theyre not anymore. Im so worried for texas. I missed a huge freeze by mere months. I dont think my elderly dogs wouldnt survived it. If I was alone with them, Im not sure I woudlve.

My parents took my brother to mexico with them. I begged them not to go, told them how irresponsible it was to travel across boarders. To visit an island and take all the plane germs with. I told them that even if my mom and brother were staying at home all day with me, my dad was still going to work and he didnt know what his coworkers were doing. That they wouldn't know what the people on the plane were doing. That at any point they could become the stupid americans that killed half an islands population.

They left a week after today last year. The boarders were closed the next day. Their friend has been traveling back and forth ever since. I have no idea how, except for the fact shes white and rich and wont hesitate to destroy a child, so I can only imagine how shed treat costomer service.

I will no longer allow this angry aggressive woman to ever make me feel bad, and I will allow myself to finally fight back. Im an adult, maybe not all the time (cause lets be real I'll always be a bit too eccentric for most) but when I get angry and allow myself that anger, it's not a bad thing. Anger doesn't have to make me feel like Ive done something wrong. Im usually very just in my actions, and I wont allow my parents influence to tell me all anger is misdirected and hurtful for reasons I couldnt understand. Its okay for me to be angry.

I think being alone with animals for months is at least reassuring that my childhood was unreasonable if nothing else. Which of course is a silly polite society term for pretty fucked, if nothing else.

My aunt had to gall to say weve had a good 2020 cause our family wasnt hurt, and I had to walk away from the zoom call. I haven't attempted communication with any of them since, not that I normally do. Of course none of us died, all rich old white people, most of them retired and able to stay home all day (not that all of them did, I learned about my grandfathers routine and just.. Im honestly surprised no one got it yet. Of course I knew from the beginning if anyone was gonna get it and die, it probably wouldve been me. Hence the 8 months of solitude before the move.

Was the move in August?? Im so unsure about time. Even with 2020 vision.

I tried to date when I moved here. Strictly on tinder. What was the point? On and off testosterone due to the wonders of texas, hadnt changed my body nearly as much as they should've a year after being on them. I look much more handsome now. Im also allowing myself to toss gender aside completely. He/him doesn't mean man, and they/them dont mean nonbinary, so why not mix them since Im?? Not really either.

It wasnt even a thought process like that to start. Much more "this is nice" which I think more gender should be allowed to be. Dont gotta be deep just comfortable.

I wont ever allow my parents to forget what they did. I ended up with three dogs I didnt want (I was so looking forward to not having any dogs) and I ended up taking care of my brother. Again. Its easier without my parents at least. Everything always is. My dogs are even happier. Cami finally isnt anxious 24/7. Again, a sad reminder my childhood wasn't great. Daisy is healthier. Trauma can be stored emotionally or with health issues, often both. I think the cancer dog getting better and?? Surviving and thriving so much longer then the vet said (how good was my old vet?) Is another unfortunate nail in thay proverbial coffin.

Im not as soft and openly loving. Im even more touch starved somehow. Harsher. I still want to choose love and compassion, but Im not letting myself fall into the trap of being so nice people wont be nice to you. Fighting back is something I wont feel shameful about, because it never stopped me from doing it completely anyway.

I was already reaching this on my own though. This was just more coffins, more nails. This didnt need to happen. We know our government let this happen. Its still letting it happen. Im not sure when Im getting my vaccine. My big brothers sick of quarentine and keeps trying to get us to go out. Sometimes I yield, and we go to a park, or the top floor of the parking garage. I get a vegan hotdog from nearby. We talk and laugh and were genuinely just. Boys being boys.

I shouldn't have to deal with parent shit anymore. I do though, especially since two out of three are unemployed and we can really only afford to live here cause of them (they owe me if anything though. Especially with my brother and these animals) I hope I can get a job soon. Or maybe even go back to school. Im lucky I had so much saved up (for top surgery, which I guess wont happen before Im 25 like I really tried for. I wouldve done it before now, but texas waitlists and rules kept holding me up. I literally went to an appointment in dallas, a 4 hour drive, just to found out the surgeon canceled on me for the second time)

Its incredibly depressing, and I know Im lucky to have had that stash. So many people didnt have anything and lost so much. People lost people. Half a million at this point. I remember when it got to 300,000 and I just?? Felt so awful it was so close to how many people we lost to AIDS. Its over that by so many now. It doesn't really stop, does it??

Is that catholic guilt?? Or maybe just irish guilt in general. Is it something I inherited or earned through all the end of the worlds and once in a lifetime recessions Ive been through. Im not sure how many off the top of my head, theyve been coming since I was so small and its always more and more. Im not even catholic anymore. I cant stop being irish though, even though the brits tried (and succeeded. Weve lost a lot. The current royal cotastrophy is bullshit as well, the only person who deserves a royal title is from Meniappolos

My home is decorate all inside for st patrick's day. My big brother loves it so Im going all out, and its def making me feel much more irish then usual (which is a lot Im over half)

I think I just wanted to say Im not the same. I hope I can still be happy an obnoxious is public. I wonder if I remember how

#TIRED #happy covid anniversary #time to post this without reading it lmao #long post #rambles

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charliesimss · 5 years

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50 Questions for your Sim

Hiiiii everyone, im back from the dead to do this questionnaire 😍

I was tagged by @mada-didi, thank you so so much, if you’ve ever saw my posts you know I love these things.

I’ll tag @clannad03, @sunshinepixels and @bubble-sims, sorry for any double tags 😇

I’mmmmmm gonna do Gemma cause shes my main rp character and Im trying to develop her.

1. How old is your sim? 20

2. When is your sim’s birthday? December 25th

3. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Cap ♑

4. What is your sim’s ethnicity? I always have just classified myself as white/american. I should get myself an ancestry DNA thing

5. Does your sim have any nicknames? Just Gem

6. Do they have a job? Im a receptionist at a spa

7. Where does your sim live? Sunlit Tides 🌴

8. Who does your sim live with? My two loves, Will and Alistair

9. What environment did your sim grow up in? (strict, loving, cold etc.) I’d say very loving. I was born as the youngest of four already excited and loving siblings, with parents who had stable jobs working with kids, so they had lots of love to share. Sure, we had our fights with each other, and I definitely went down the wrong path at first, but they were always there for me to come home to.

10. What are your sim’s favourite foods? Can’t go wrong with pizza

11. What is your sim’s favourite drink? Mimosas and coffee, sometimes in that order 😜

12. If they have one what is your sim’s favourite color? Red, always

13. Does your sim believe in any clichés? (love at first sight) I believe in the one about having cats walk your path and then having a good day or something? Other than that not really.

14. What is your sim’s sexuality? Straight

15. What is your sim’s gender identity? Female (she/her(s))

16. Is your sim type A or type B? I really have no idea, i don’t really do much psychology

17. Is your sim introverted or extroverted? Extroverted

18. What is your sim’s favourite woohoo position? Lmaoooo uhhhm, anything that has me wrapping my legs around his waist, that’s so comfortable for me lol

19. Is your sim a pet person? If so what is their favourite animal? Dogs of course!! I grew up with 4 of them and I can’t wait to get another with my kids one day 😇

20. Does your sim have a best friend? Adriana, Meadow, Evelynn, Will ?

21. What is/was your sim’s favourite school subject? I didn’t really go to school long enough to have a fave subject 🤦‍♀️ But in grade school I really liked our poetry sessions we had in writing. Don’t think i could write anything above third grade level in poetry now tho....,

22. Is/was your sim a high, mid or low achiever in school? Most of the time I was skipping class to smoke in the back parking lot, so that might give you an idea of who I was then

23. Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? If so, what would be or what was their major? I’m not in college at all but I am in hair styling school, taking the time to get my certificate for that though, cause theres no rush

24. What are your sim’s political beliefs? (if they have them) ((I feel like there are no political rulers in sims ???? except Me™)) I kind of try to stay out of that area.

25. What is one thing your sim wants to do before they die? Swim with dolphins 💙

26. Does your sim have a favourite TV show (cable) and/or movie? Does it have to be a cable movie? Cause those are no good. Im a sap, I like This is Us and The Village.

27. Is your sim a Netflix viewer? If so what are their top 3 shows. Nailed It, Girls Incarcerated annddddd, Nailed It

28. Does your sim like books? Most of the books I read are for kids 😭 29. Does your sim enjoy video games, if so what is their favourite one and do they play on PC or console? I had enough brothers in my house playing video games without me while growing up, so I never really felt the need to get into it ?

30. What is your sim’s personal style? I like to get insp from the so called ‘instagram baddies’, thats not really working out while Im pregnant thooooo

31. Does your sim have a lucky charm? nah

32. Is your sim religious? I go to church sometimes and we went growing up, I believe in mostly Christian taught stuff as far as the religious side of it goes.

33. What kind of music does your sim listen to and who is their favourite artist? I like G-Eazy, Panic!, mcr, emo bands ? 34. Is your sim a festive person? If so what’s their favourite holiday? I really like christmas for obvious reasons 😜

35. What is your sim’s favourite type of weather? Snowwww, which we barely get in Sunlit Tides

36. Does your sim prefer to start fights or finish them? Being a capricorn,,,. I do both just when Im bored

37. Does your sim have a dream job? Ive always just wanted to have a little family of my own, never really thought about a real career

38. Does your sim have any siblings? YEs❤ 3 brothers and a sister. Jayden, Mason, Emmett and Ainsley

39. Does your sim get along with their family? Absolutely

40. What is your sim’s favourite hobby? I like to draw out outfits for me to wear, or listen to music or work out

41. What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? Someone who can keep me grounded and calm, who makes me feel like im Home

42. What is a secret about your sim? I guess not many people know Isabelle is my first born?

43. What is a wish your sim has? Get married one day

44. What is a flaw your sim has? My birth mark Id say

45. How do others generally perceive your sim? I dont get very nice looks when Im out with Ali what with being so young and all, the bump I have now isnt helping. I wish people would just mind their business and know Im not just a messed up teen mom..... anymore

46. Does your sim have a greatest achievement? Graduating high school, a year late but I made it 👏

47. If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? Sometimes I regret not having an open adoption with Isabelle. I mean, I get to see her but she still thinks Im her aunt Gemma :(

48. Does your sim have a favourite emoji? 💋💎🤦‍♀️

49. Does your sim use Simstagram? I use this one ?

50. What is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)? Texted Will saying “Babbeeyy, can we have thai food tonight?😇” He said of course ❣

#get to know my sims #sims 3 ocs #oc gemma #tags #thanks for the tag #mada-didi #simblr #following simblrs

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I married a preast that missed his calling

i live in a place called honoly and i am the dragon people like to blame me for everything bad that happins insted of seeing reality peats dragon looks dangerous he cant hide that he is a dragon but if you read the story he is actually very good to peater and protecting him see he can fly high above honoly and sees

i tryed to tell people about the true danger but nobody wants to beleave whell the preast missed his calling he is not intelegent otherwise hes got it

he took up a soft natured position

he is not invalved with wemen (im the only woman he has ever been with )

playes him self off as a really nice person even gives out gifts

he cathlic so he has the child molest ok from his church

placed him self in close prosimity of a kid

built a close man and boy friendship

He follows the prestly dont list you know dont cuss, drink coffie, smoak cigretts, drink , smoak marawana , do hard drugs

come from a good name cathlic family

when the accusation was made he took the kid (evedence with him isolated it from people that might ask the right questions)

he had beleavable coconspearaters his parents good family name

now the next part of it is

the witness take anything that the witness might be doing and make it look 10 times worse than it is paint your self as the victom hopfully the victom has been suffering the cercomstances of the sexual abuse hopfully thay have mental problems are drinking doing drugs maby permisquous behavyour the more the better (in my case it was perfect all those side effects of the sexual impropriety / voyering/ and inapropreat corresin)

now thay the prest has been moved to a new place he is going to paint him self as a really good person you know turn it on more then ever before

if possable turn as meny people aginst the victom as possable using what ever means

(the child is perfict a child liking the perpetrator always looks good expecially if the child was asleep when the inapropreat corressing took place no actual physical damage was done and the child was not awake so this is perfict right for the child him (the biggest victom who was asleep only knows about the close friendship not the inapropreat corressing)

the coconsperetors the parents in my exes case cleaned up the evedence of too much closeness kept the father and son at there house acting as if having to nurse them threnw my horrableness that by the was only became horrable when i asked for a protection order aginst him for groose sexual propriety when thay put the father and son in a house togethor it was fixed up real nice much better than i the mother can offer and the father is a farmer (tax payer) and the accuser is on social security (a burden on society) and set up the father son relationship in a open diningroom and drilled peep holes in the bathroom door and painted him as a loving dedicated father and me as a neglectfull abusive mother that makes up lyes and thay kept my child away from me making people think i was the danger when he actually is

the parish in a prestes case the parish would put him with children who will swair he hasent touched them so there for he looks good

in my ex husbands case he got in good with the school wouldnt let me have anything to do with it got in good with the tuter provided by the bureau of developmental disability then had it moved to a diffent county

wouldnt let me have anything to do with it any mutual friends he made me out to be a pece of shit to expecially church people using my preveous problems from long ago to make it look good (i dumly admitted to the judge that i had mental problems was self medicating and cheated on my husband)

he told the cops i was a mental case and on drugs do you get it not the cop i talked to in my county diffrent cops in a diffrent county thay know his good family name

by moving it to another county the childrens services friends i knew werent on the case the case manager i worked with was no longer on the case nobody that could reassy help he could do it in the ajasent county where my son now lived at his grandparents house

usually a preast picks off a slowlearner kid from a poor family because the chance that thay could afford a real attorney paid to win the case isnt very good

i was on social security my ex denied me any money for a attorney and knew we were not to use marital assets to come up with the money

he had possesion of the child and wouldnt let me see him and turned the child aginst me saying i didnt love him or want to see him when i did see the child he had been brainwashed into hating me and kept saying i wasent getting any of his dads money saying i was a drug addic alcoholic theaf crazy

my child treating me this way caused me to get extreamly depressed just as in the case with the preast when the boy acusses him and he calls the boy a lyer drug addic crazy it causes a sereous depression often times it forces the victom to give up only the strongest victoms persist

the next step is the drag it out postponment after postponment things getting lost in the mail it is to where down the victom in hopes of them giving up

if the victom holds strong its pay off time now thay you have dirtyed the victom name made your self look good real good your sure you got them totaly depleated draw up some contract that thay think thay got to stick to throw them some money to keep theyer mouty shut paint your self as a good person with the preast he declairs i gave him the money because he was obveously desporat thays why he tryed this people do go along with it

in my case my ex husband gave me a piddence of our marital assets and told everybody you know she is just going to spend it on drugs and alcohol or give it to her boyfriend. thay baught it ya you wouldnt want to give her too much he let me have the house i came into the marrage with and the biggest part of all is he got fool costody at his house with him suppervising it so nobody could talk to my kid or hear what i was saying to him and he could use my love for the kid as leverage

how does he use my kid as leverage

me having to go to his house to see my kid makes people beleave continuously thay there is something wrong with me

him having my kid (insestuous petafile has costody of my kid) exaserpates my mental illness

the fact that nobody will listen to me and he paintes him self as godly drives me crazy so thats what people see

when i act out or try to confrunt him infrunt of my kid thats all my kid sees and he has been fed i did his dad wrong that i was cruel to him so now my son sees his father as the victom and actually stands up for him now do understand what might drive a woman over the edge my son is defending his sex offender actually shuving me pulling on me slaming the door in my face telling me to leave his dad alone or go home trust me seeing my son do this was making me crazy to crazy to go to court ( i was a reck)

on top of it my ex isnt doing much more than stor housing my kid he has put on a bunch of weight and he is failing in school my ex knows this upsets me his dad is letting my son barly function and letting him get away with shit so he looks to my son to be the good in kids eyes parents my exes mom is doing the feeding deep house cleaning and everything that has to do with school

what he didnt count of was i knew that the costody papers were not set in stone i now had money for a attorney so i set out to prove my self as a mother. i set out to get mentally healthy enought to go to court. inspite of how bad i get treated over there inspite of how good of a picture he has painted for him self

oh i do agree he has painted with my broken selfs help a pretty bleak picture of me to our intyre community oh even better then the bleak pichure of me is the steller picture he has painted of him self.

i went with hope and we went to court the other day and i was the luckeyest woman in the world he thought he didnt need a attorney and costody was set in stone he belaved i couldnt change anything and he had me broken down too much to try he almost won the deciding factor was my son inspite of my ex husbands best efforts and the best efforts of his family thay did not compleatly turn my son aginst me

the visatation where horrable i mean horrable at first my son wouldnt even look at me he would tell me to leave there was no sense in me even trying to improve visatation as long as he hated me but i kept going no matter how bad his dad trated me how often he called me crazy how often he made fun of me and made my son laugh i kept at my visatation 3 days a week 2 ohers apece for 21/2 years over that time i brought activitys and built a better relationship than my son and i had before this nightmear got started my son has a better relationship with me than most boys do with there mother who kinda treats kids like furniture

my ex husband on the other hand has gotten laxed and stopped paying so close attension stop going out of his way to paint me so dirty he figured he had me i was stuck if i wanted to see my kid he was going to controol it my son was growing up fast and i started explaining mental illness and drugs and alcohol use being self medicating i also got rid of my boyfriend explaining that my son was more important i even showed him the photograph of where my boyfriend who also had a mental illness had been beating me up and i didnt want him to see the bruses i also explained the fact that i didnt have a phone to call him that cell phones dont work where i live (thay dont work at his house eathor) i explained that i had to ask his dad if i could see him and his dad wouldnt answer the phone or return my calls at the neighbors thay if i tryed to see him with out permision i would get arested i could have got in trouble the cupple times i did he remembered how upset i was and said is thay why you were crying i said yes i was sceard of getting arested but i had to see you and you were so diffrent so cold twards me the one time you had lost your teeth and nobody told me i was so sad and so mad and your dad was glad i looked what is called disheveled you could not see the true cause was not me i appologized for my mental illness and even gave him permission to yell at me for him getting hurt and my beautifull son told me sometimes he gets upset and makes mistakes i said thats because you are my son and for us that is normal the funny thing about this is my son as he mitures not only acts more like me but looks more like me with every passing day its weird when he lift my house he was skinny and publickly meekey like his father and throwing fits with me

now he is kinda tough divorce does that to you he has grown up quite a bit and i could see he was ready for court i had made our relation strong enough he is so much like me god do i love this kid his father is a avid lyer i mean he lyes about his own behavyour wont admity to anything and my son sees it All i told my son was to tell the judge about our visatation about how often you see your mommy and how does she treat you i also told him to tell the truth about what goes on between mommy and daddy does mommy being upset interfear with our visatations he said yes do you think if mommy wasent around daddy that she could talk to him he smartly agreed the problem was me being around his daddy interfeard with our visatations he agreed that there was only one solution to move them

now the other problem was his daddy and his family made him sceard of me and my house (no fear what so ever when this whole thing got started my son was shaving my friends head when i locked his father out of the house hind sight is 20/20 i never thought my ex would pull this shit on me i should have had my kid at a relitives the night i locked him out this would have went so diffrently but thats how it goes with hindsighting

So i found a mutual friend that was mine before his that it just so happined that my sons tuter was her grandaughter and she had been doing the tutering at my friends house the tutering had been switched so now it was nolonger a conflict of intrest with me not being permited school information my friends house was now open he had been allowing my son to be there so there for he approved it and my son was comfortable perfect no excuses now to show my ex is a control freek

my attorney said hes sure of him self right he thinks this is set in stone i said yes he said he is all about money i said yes he said he wont want to pay a retainer fee he takes this as a joak he aske me is everythig your telling me the truth are you sure of your self i said absolutely yes ive never been so sure of my self in my life i said i am sure of my relationship with my son even though he has been hitting me thats all because of his daddy i dont think it would happen anywhere elts i want he him self to talk to the judge i have nothing to hide i told my son just tell the truth my son looked releaved sereously releaved

my son and the judge had a long conversation in the judges chambers and he must have painted a good picture of what was going on over there

my ex husband was non too pleased with me when my truthfull discription of my visatations came out i discribed it from the start as humiliating and that it was exaserpating my mental illness and causing other health problems do to the stress and i was compleatly telling the truth so it was quite easy for me

my ex husband on the other hand did not come prepaired for the truth that did come out this time i didnt even bring up our marrage only the conditions of my visatation and how i felt it was bed for all our mental and physical health that the fighting in our marrage still persist and it is still causing all of us stress expecially my son who has been put in the middle of all this by his fathers insistance on suppervising my visatations on his isolated farm

my ex husband showed his dislike for me saying basickly why cant i just show up shut up see the kid leave him alone and leave thay he didnt see why i couldnt take my punshment like a worthless pece of shit

that he was being reasonable that he lets me see him dont he

that he didnt see why i needed to try to change things that i shouldnt be alloud to that he shouldnt have to be doing this

he was clentching and opening his fist and hand poinging it at the judge in a matter of fact way

he got fureous that the court proceding went ahead and there was a temporary change of visatation to my and his friends house that he finally agreed to trying to look reasonable boy was his mom pissed when infrunt of his mother and my sons money broker i was talking to my attorney i could hear his mother behind me calling me a lyer i said how would she know she aint at my visatation i was showing my attorney my medical records showing my lung deaease heart desease and diet controled diabeties he had talked to my mental health worker so he knew the stress i was under this was a hook line and sinker and my beautifull son did wonderfully

the visatation are moved and that was my goal not my having possesion him not having so much control over me being able to see my son freely in an inviroment that we are boath comfortable in and his father is not in

my son talking to the judge showed he was not some feble minded child

and he could discribe our good relationship

once my ex hurd theat thay would be moved he was defeated wanting to just close it upset that i would get time on weekends and christmass and that he would have to bring him and leave that we were not inconviencing our friend more then we have to

god was i so relieved it was fresh air washed over me it must be what it feels like when sombody really bights off saved the rest is gona be kinda the find deatails to me its the begining to the end of his terroney over my son and my relationship and over my much damaged reputation

But dont breath a sigh of releaf yet no he hasent given in what i wasent expecting was the relationship that he had built up with our frinds familhy whail i was dealing with my depression and because there grandaughter was doing the tutering at her grandparints hose i kinda wasent allowd to go down there it was a conflict of intrest i was not alloud to be around my son with out his father present he had compleatly incorporated him self in this family unbenonsed to me

it was so evedent my first visatation when i showed up and he was buddy buddying with my girlfriends husband and had given him a bag full of his hamberger (hes a beef farmer) he also helped carrie groshries in how buddy buddy nice of him i found out later this was just the latest of meny meat gifts he had been invited to weddings and holladays ect the truth was a little hard on me but im tough at the end of my visatatin i was rekindling my relationship with my girlfriend when her husband abruptly put a end to it i said he was right he wouldnt want our friendship to get started again that as far as he was conserned they were to be on Brians side that i brought this on my self my friend dian is trying to remain newtrial bless her actully carring about the kid heart

well i dont bribe people i will stick to her husbands rules

i did leave a cupple of messages at my ex husbands about him giving them meat being a conflict of intrest and it discrediting a witness on his part and that i have reported it to my attorney and that if he didnt want the visatations move to a visatation center he sould probly quit with the meat gifts it would look bad if he got a town ship trustee discredited for bribery to dirty talk a woman for her ex husband in a costody battle that it wouldnt be because of jeff it would be because of him and jeff would never be ellected township trustee again

why because he might favor one citizen in his town ship over another posably clearing roads of debree such as snow and fallen trees all the citisen has to do is slip him some ground meat what you will do for one person you will do for another whats your price brothe.................r anybody who has been around blake people knows what that meanes and Brian brother goes boath ways

Jeff my best advice if he comes Brothering say dont brother me i aint for sale and aint nothing free get me Brothe---------r

i cant help but to feel sorry for jeff he doesent know what brothering someone is my ex husband did a sofer white version of it but any black man can tell you about it see it a hidden polocy aginst whitey even if the nigger done wrong trust me

he pulled what we call in cleveland we call it a way back see/ you know me we grew up togethor i was the good kid teachers pet and shit or we were best buddys or our familys go way back you know you can trust me

warning people change you might want to check with the person who spent the most time with them

somone who stood nothing to gain from his happyness zwicks that discredits you you need brian and my son to farm it

someone who he needed to be nice to fogles that discredits you

every man around here does have something to fear if there wife files for divorce that all look like angle compair to me state of ohio with a attorney thats 50/50.

Bill parks he gives you a lot of business discredited

don bashaw hes been working on you playing steller father he painted your relationship as having stated with him it had nothing to do with him untill he moved over there (pay attension)

principle caldwell he sided wiht you about passing bransten to give you a space in the class room and you like farmers for some reason and your also religous i also left you a cupple drunk upset phonecalls my sons poor grades shows i was right about holding him back im shure you aint none to happy about that

brians old attorney your opinion baught with money

judge noe its the toughest for you and i cant say i blame you what judge wants to admit to having allowed a miscarage of justice thankyou for atleast getting my visatation moved

i truly do hope i am wrong and that this is truly my mental illness getting the best of me

if its not he has done all the the damage he can do to me and my family and know i know better then to trust him the rest of you on the other hand totaly trust him easy targets

i have really thaught about this he has exagerated about me to cover his dirty before so for my own benifit i will always have a third party with me and my kid a real church going person i think with my sons permision i will video tape my visitations i am his mother i have never been told i cant

see when i was at my ex husbands it would have been illgle videotaping in his home i found that out the hard way i half to check with my attorney if my ex doesent want that kind of security you would have to question why he wouldnt want the world to see a good or bad relationship between my son and me i know im not perfect but i aint too worried and i like constructive critism sometimes you cant see what others can see plainly

i know i have never done anything that would justify my son not being able to see me infact i state our relationship problems plainly and the biggest one was being around his father on his farm sorounded by his family in the middle of nowhere where his father could treat me any way he wanted to and didnt think i could do anything about it and his minions are dependent on him maintaining the kindome so thay worship him like a god thay saw what he did to me

welcome to North Corea or cuba or irack this is dictatership american style and you better behave in there country you better not videotape anything your camara will be distroyed yep it happened and the hinchmen did threten me his name was donnie holding my son hostage and thretened to kill me if i came near my kid trying to take him out of there third world country thank god my son could speak english and said he was ok and that i he wasent sick and had actually played hookey from knoledge of the outside world that day the school system over there aint much better the principle is under direct orders of the dictator that he is not to devolge andy information to me as a matter of fact it appears meny people have been give these same orders

i was not permitted to talk to my son with out the tyrent present good hevens what are you people hiding im pretty open about things are you building bombs gassing and burning people praticing some kind of cult type shit yes in a matter of speaking i guyess and bransten is the last emperer of comenest china thay kept that kid away from his mother two

boy when the resheme fell did that man go threw hell trying to fit in to normal society atleast when the kid was in it he was filthy rich my kids kingdom is full of cow shit and trust me the future prince will have to bight off slave first see there are still two kings before him and a jellous lazy uncle jeff ( i mean scar)

He did have a education tuter

now he has a tuter that takes him among the commoners

there is some one in on the religon she is of the same religon put practiced it in a first world country and she is all about technology and very worldly but now bighting it off secretly in the thired world country if it all comes togethor

the little emperer will be a democrat in a domocracy and be the smartest damn leader there can be

making the best use of

time the man seldomly leaves the farm and he has buit in family guards, property, mashenery, money, workable people, good name good credit, no fellonies, pree existant displaced farmer, religous affiliation , es bult in furtilizer cows.

brian its as simple as this it is a business it has nothing to do with religon hes not smoaking it the goverment gave him the licence and responsability of growing it because your family has proven to bight of responsibility stop selling meat under the table thats tax ebatement dont give your product away not even samples that is seen as buying favors. Janet i hope you been exelent with the farm books the government will be a stickler about details every plant must be accounted for the goverment knows its a gold mine like alcohol thay will have more controol over it in ohio most property in ohio is clamed and maintained we donot have mountanis regons each state is in charge of there own eventually the feds will get there hands in it federal income taxes the other states are getting whail the getting is good. you already lost out on medical well his dad already screw that one up for him all i can hope for my son is his father grows a brain and goes for a leagal licence thay wont be handing them out like candy the gov aint crazy thay can regulate it right into there pocket.

grow the best idea in centurys

weed

shut up its not me its just Good business see

i would have to get it like the rest of the tax payers in a store because i wouldnt risk my kids father loosing his weed licence eventually grandfathered to my kid.

its grows a lot like tomatos get rid of the garbage at the bottom it biggest ememy is a aphids the more natural you go the better and there are pluck it and sit and snip jobs that any retarded or old person can do any old person can do it is deffonetly a all hands in business ive seen it in action and trust me its not the animals you worrie about its the humans no fruit the flower is the gold and thay are not usually close to the ground and the leaves are bitter. i dont think coons or deer like it you can get them partially grow thay take root deep and sprawlley like corn can tolerate a mild flood

wash off aphids with soapy water

well its your farm and none of my business

i couldnt help my self im a business major and took vocational hortulculture in highschool i got stright A was president of my F.F.A in a broak school system growing weed and selling it to the locals is how our teachers kept our green house open when the school system declared it a dying industry eventually cheeper weed became avalable the green house evenutally closed kinda sad i know its a appartment building and the tenents use it as a smoaing area now

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