#''he's been dead since 1985.'' ''but when you see that bitch in hell...'' ''oh he's fucked.''

[sonsband]

where are my 5-4 shamshiri girlies

[cambionwinchester]

Arguing

sooo its late at night and i wanted to use my favorite 'arguing leading to sudden confession' trope w the real me and billy since i can only act like sparky for so long ya feel me, anywho have fun reading this monstrosity

word count: 1.1k

warnings: death mentions, stranger things s3 spoilers, arguing, the works

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It was currently July 6th, 1985. Two days after the events of Starcourt, where the Mindflayer was defeated and the gate was sealed yet again. Everyone was at home taking care of their own or someone else's wounds. The headlines droned on and on, "29 dead in fatal mall fire, mayor taken into custody."

Everyone was home safe, except for two who were currently having a rather heated argument with one another of the events that took place two days ago.

"Goddamnit Billy!"

These two, Hyde and Billy, had somewhat despised each other from the start - yet fate was a cruel mistress binding the two together despite everything. They regretfully got to know one another and always seemed to get trapped with each other in life threatening situations like the battle of Starcourt two nights ago.

"Why the fuck do you even care Logan?! Since when do you give a shit about me?"

Hyde could already feel his patience with Billy getting razor thin hearing himself being addressed by last name.

"Since I gave a shit about your sister possibly seeing her brother die right in-fucking-front of her! I'm sorry that I don't want you to die but I'm pretty sure she'd rather you not be dead because of some goddamn demon monster!"

Billy scoffed and turned away from the shorter boy, the two of them were in Billy's empty house while his father and stepmother were away, Max staying with El at Joyce's house with a recovering Hopper. Hyde had shown up to return the somewhat beat up leather jacket Billy had left behind at Starcourt, and it quickly devolved into another argument.

"Well sorry to burst your fuckin' bubble prince charming, but none of them want me around in the first place."

Hyde took a deep breath and walked over closer to the boy, biting his tongue for a moment before stating in a lower tone.

"You can bitch about me not wanting you dead all you want, but why the fuck did you even bother helping me back in Starcourt? You very obviously have a burning hatred for me, so why not use me as bait while you make an escape?"

Something in Hyde's infuriatingly neutral tone talking of himself dying by Billy's hand made something snap a bit inside him, he turned on his heel and looked at Hyde with the same glare he's used time after time.

"I. Don't. Hate. You."

Hyde scoffed with an almost bitter smile on his face and anger in his eyes.

"Oh, fat fucking chance on that. You helped Tommy and Carol make my life a living, breathing fucking hell in school and out, whenever you and your goons hunted me down like some fucking game. Do you know how many times I went out of my way to not be near you? All those fucking projects those dumbass teachers put us together on, where I did the work and you sat all pretty and took the grade, the one sided conversations you'd try and strike up just to get under my skin."

Billy opened his mouth to say some type of retaliation but was stopped when Hyde put his hand up and gave him a sharp look.

"I'm. Not. Finished. All those times were fucking torture because by the end of it all? I thought maybe, just fucking maybe, you could be nice enough, decent enough, to actually want to get to know me as a person, but whoop-de-FUCKING-doo! I'm just some nerdy gay guy pawn you use for grades, isn't that right Billy? Why the fuck did you have to save me back there?! Why couldn't you just let me fucking die!?"

Hearing those last words come out of Hyde's mouth made Billy snap completely, he could feel his eyes widen and his voice raise louder in his lungs before he could even think to stop from what he was about to say.

"BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

Hyde was unprepared to say the least, his own retaliations and self deprecation were immediately caught in his throat, his eyes widened as the silence overtook the room. Billy took in a shaky breath and repeated.

"Because..I love you, Hyde."

Hyde looked down at the floor, getting caught up in his own thoughts of disbelief until a small bitter laugh left his lungs. He looked back up to see Billy with a look of shock and a tinge of fear added in, Hyde had to admit - he was one hell of an actor.

"Don't you fucking play with me like that Hargrove, that's low - even for you."

His voice held a defeated, almost weak venom to it, looking Billy dead in the eyes as he spoke.

"Hyde, I-"

"No. You're just doing this to fucking mess with my mind. You're using this as some type of fuckin' leverage against me, I.."

Billy moved his hands to gently cradle Hyde's face, making Hyde look him in the eyes.

Hyde didn't see anything but a pleading sincerity in his eyes.

"I..You aren't lying."

Billy shook his head, sighing quietly as he held the other boy's face.

Hyde let out a shaky laugh, placing a hand over Billy's own as he bit his lip.

"Well fuck. I just might be one of the biggest idiots Hawkins has to offer you."

Billy's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes scanning Hyde's face as he waited for an explanation.

"Because I love you too."

Billy was stunned silent, his heart nearly leaping into his throat as he stuttered, trying to think of a response.

"I- You..You-"

"Yes. I love you Billy Hargrove, despite all the bullshit we've been through together."

Billy, in that moment, didn't give a damn that he was tearing up, a watery laugh escaped him as a wide grin made its way onto his face, Hyde placing his own hands over Billy's still on his face.

"Can I..kiss you?"

Hyde chuckled, giving him a gentle smile.

"At this point I'd be extremely disappointed if you didn't."

A soft smile crossed Billy's face, pulling Hyde's face closer as he leaned in, gently kissing the boy.

For once, the two weren't arguing, for once they were being honest with one another.

And they wouldn't have it any other way.

••••••••••

Meanwhile, at the Byers house;

El took off the blindfold, wiping the blood from her nose as Max placed a hand on her shoulder.

"So? What were they doing?"

El looked over to the redhead with a small smile.

"They argued, Billy said he loved Hyde, then they kissed."

Max damn near went through all 5 stages of grief in under 30 seconds when she realized that if Hyde could handle her brother when they were nowhere near being together in a relationship, he'd practically have her brother whipped if they were dating.

"Well, at least he's happy now."

[intothespideyverses]

a modest reinterpretation of “andi’s choice” in c-minor (inspired by a post by @ambimack)

in which bowie ghostwrites a song, andi tries to go ghost on walker, and [insert third awful ghost pun here]: 

so bowie is actually ringing up customers for once at the music store that I figured rarely got business because helloo it’s always damn near empty but I guess today there was a surge of customers seeking out guitar picks and vinyls to show how Cultured and Unique they were for listening to the beatles or whomever. anyway jonah is on his guitar, doing as jonahs are wont to do, and bowie drops the bomb on him with “so yeah remember that music coach I told you about? she hates you. she quite frankly and literally wants you dead. she told me this herself. why didn’t you show up???” and jonah’s like “andi don’t fw me anymore :(” which isn’t rly an answer bc lbr here homeboy was ALREADY running late. you mean to tell me him staring at that painting took 4 whole minutes? nah. 

so anyway bowie’s like “hm let’s change that” bc manipulating your daughter’s emotions behind her back is cool I guess. bowie, totally not projecting in any way whatsoever, suggests that jonah write andi a song. jonah’s not about it tho. “I can’t talk about my feelings!” he says, which is true considering he only just started exhibiting negative emotions for the first time ever last week. bowie goes, “sure u can! what rhymes with back?” and jonah almost says “crack!” bc thats clearly what bowie’s been on for the past 2 episodes but lemme not.

anyway jump to andi @ the spoon and her boo thang who’s not rly her boo thang yet bc terri hates us is facetiming her again. “so andi, my wife whom I would die for, what’s up?” and andi replies “my best friend is moving away :(” so walker, the understanding king he is, goes “aw pick your head up queen, your crown’s falling :’)” and tells her to go be with her friends and something about a bubble machine idk but w/e we still stan.

buffy comes in w/ all the junk the ghc left at her house including a knockoff tamagotchi which seems kinda before andi’s time?? like she was supposedly 7 when she got it which would have been around 2010? but once again w/e we still stan. and buffy reads the recommendation letter cyrus’ mom wrote for him which seemed a tad incomplete. “I can’t believe my mom forgot to add three references, what a waste...” he sighs.

but walker comes in and andi’s like “tf didn’t u just tell me to drink bubble soap and be w/ my friends? what r u doing here?” and walker, the modern day da vinci, says “im here to draw ur friends as a going away present for your fellow queen, buffy” and buffy looks shooketh like hey if andi don’t want him go get him sis! 

so walker draws a louvre level artist rendering of the ghc and instead of appreciating the fact that walker could probably make an exact recreation of the mona lisa, andi’s like “*rolls eyes emoji* *sucks teeth emoji* now i got TWO of these little boys after me what the fuck -_-” but that doesn’t matter bc buffy and cyrus are LIVING for it. 

“im gay so clearly im the better sassy best friend, step tf back bitch”

“the sassy best friend stereotype was made for my black ass cyrus so if you think for even a second I won’t claim my rightful spot you are sadly mistaken”

“let me have this one thing buffy I can’t even say the word gay out loud on this damn show can I at least have this?? can I?”

buffy takes a sip of her virgin margarita and goes...

anyway back at the music shop, jonah has just finished practicing the song bowie ghostwrote for him. jonah’s like “great this is perfect for me to sing outside andi’s window” and bowie quite litcherally flips a table and goes “you rly thought u were gonna pull that corny shit??? what year is it?? 1985 called they want their courtship technique back lol what a loser” and jonah’s like hm perhaps he really is on crack but doesn’t say it out loud bc that would hurt bowie’s feelings :/. bowie says that he already booked jonah to perform at the open mic being held THAT NIGHT lmao and jonah just about has another panic attack bc what??

“what??” he asks bowie who is too busy thinking about him performing “you girl” to bex when they were younger to even remember who jonah even is. jonah’s quite honestly shitting himself and wondering what tf he’s going to do. “being around you” is cute and all but it doesn’t go nearly as hard as andi deserves, especially if he now has to compete with artsy fartsy walker who could probably redo the sistine chapel all by himself if he rly wanted to. “hm..........how can one convey how truly deep in their feelings they are for the one they love?” jonah asks the universe, bc hey it seems to always work for bowie. 

the universe responds by sending a speeding car full of college kids blasting aubrey graham’s newest hit single right into the storefront window. 

“that’s it!” 

jonah’s handing out flyers at the spoon and cyrus literally melts into a puddle and I’m pretty sure this is the first nod to his crush on jonah since he came out to andi wow. andi’s like “since when do u do anything aside from throwing a plastic disc?” and jonah’s like “last week 🤗"

they go to the open mic and some girlie is throwing it DOWN w/ her accordion but bowie being the uncultured swine he is, pulls her off the stage. “anywayyyy here’s our final performance and the only reason we held this show tonight, give a big round of applause to jonah beck!”

jonah walks out with his guitar and an amazon copyrighted product shaped like a portable speaker. bowie’s like 🤨 bc this was supposed to be an acoustic performance tf does he need a backing track for? jonah sits down on his lil stool and clears his throat. “alexa play ‘in my feelings, jonah beck cover’”. the device plays a track consisting of jonah’s angelic backing vocals, and our boy begins to strum his guitar. he opens his mouth to croon...

“trap...trap bowie bowie”

bowie’s chiseled jaw drops to dirty ass music shop floor. “this is...not what I planned.”

“this stuff’s got me in my feelings...gotta be real w/ it...”

the entire audience has a collective heart attack. 

“an-di, do u luv me? r u riding? say you’ll never ever leave from beside me, cause I want ya and I need ya, and I’m down for u always...”

buffy and cyrus catch whiplash from turning so fast to face andi. “the song’s about YOU bitch!”

andi shakes her lil head. “puh-lease, no it’s not”

cyrus, doing his best not to cry, says “he literally just said ur name but go off”

andi’s in denial bc eww j*n*h b*ck? singing a song? for her? disgusting. but jonah keeps singing his little heart out and the lyrics are more and more damning as they go on. 

“trap, trap bowie bowie...I buy you rice on a string cause you not that showy”

“art 101 cause u just like zoey”

“fuck he is singing about me...”

“fudge that netflix and chill what’s ur net-net-net worth?” jonah sings, hitting an impossible high note. queen of vocals. 

“you’re the only one I luv~~~” he serenades, serving us mariah carey level whisper notes. ariana is cancelled! our boy finishes the song, basking in the thought of how many careers he singlehandedly ended by performing at this small hole-in-the-wall music shop in bumfuck, utah. drake your days are numbered sis. 

everyone immediately deserts the shop en masse like did y’all see how fast they all left last episode?? damn. buffy and cyrus stay behind while andi is frozen sitting in her chair bc what the hell does one say to that. 

bowie goes up to jonah and is like “so um...that was...different.” and jonah responds “ikr! see, ‘being around you’ felt too old school, too...2002. idk why that year specifically, but idk it just sounds like it was written in 2002 for a completely different person, maybe even bex, but what do I know? im just your friendly neighborhood jonah beck.” bowie is shook. “anyway, do u think andi liked it?” bowie looks up to see his dorder who he’s more or less forgot about in favor of m*randa and demon child for the past couple of days walking in slow motion to the stage. how she was doing that was beyond him. “well, she looks like she’s about to cry so that’s either a very good thing or a very bad thing. ur on ur own now bud.” and he skidaddles to where bex is waiting. oh yeah bex was in this episode too I forgot. 

andi approaches jonah and he’s like “...so...song....you like?” and andi’s internally screaming bc everyone for the past several weeks has been pushing this relationship on her including jonah himself and now he just sung this song in front of all these ppl and now she pretty much HAS to kiss him so anyway ya she does. 

when she pulls away jonah blinks. “oh...dosche”

THE END. 

will andi finally break up with jonah for good? will jonah avoid copyright infringement for covering a drake song on disney channel? will bowie seek help for his crack addiction? find out next time on dragonball z!

[deviantconnorarmy]

deviantconnorarmy’s 750 Followers Celebration

Okay, so since I don’t want to do another challenge so soon after I issued the first one, I’m gonna set up something for me for this mile marker--as in, a bunch of writing for moi to do lol.

I’m going to list some song quotes, some tv/movie quotes, and ten gifs as prompts.  all you have to do is pick one of the prompts (Or two, or one of each category, if it so pleases you) and send it to me in an ask with a character (preferably Connor, RK900, or Markus since I’m most comfortable with them, but it doesn’t HAVE to be them...unless its smut, I’ll only write smut with characters I know.) (And you can ask for a pairing if you so desire).  If you want to you can specify a genre, too--(Fluff, smut, angst, horror, violence, romcom, crack, whatever).  I wanna be challenged and see what I can come up with, and flex my writing muscles lol.

I’m not going to give myself a deadline cause muses are fickle things and I still have Survivability, Details, and another one shot sitting pretty waiting for me, and life can get hectic, but I’m a perfectionist and I WILL fulfill requests.  I’ll tag the stories for this #DCAs750FollowersCelebration and tag the requester in the author’s note, of course.

I will also take your own song quotes/tv&movie quotes/gif prompts if none of these are appealing to you.

Reblog to spread the news!

Now let’s get cracking.

Song Quotes:

1.  “Take me high and I’ll sing, oh, you make everything okay, okay, okay.  We are one and the same, oh, you take all of the pain away, away, away.  Save me if I become my demons.”

2.  “I’m coming home to breathe again, to start again.  I’m coming home, from all the places I have been, with nothing but a voice within.  They called me, called me home.”

3.  “It started out as a feeling.  Which then grew into hope.  Which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word.  And then that word grew louder and louder, till it was a battle cry.”

4.  “Fear is a device, so quiet and precise.  Its not what I allow, not in my world now.  Deep beneath the light, a spark will now ignite.  You will see me now, this is my world now.  They come to your dreams with illusion.  They come to bring shape to your mind.  You know how to stop the intrusion--we all have to fight for our lives.”

5.  “She’s talking to angels, counting the stars.  Making a wish on a passing car.  She’s dancing with strangers, falling apart, waiting for Superman to pick her up in his arms...She’s waiting for Superman to lift her up, and take her anywhere.  Show her love, and climbing through the air, save her now, before it’s too late tonight.”

6.  “Loving you forever can’t be wrong, even though you’re not here--can’t move on.  O-oh, that’s how you sang it.  And there’s no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody--it won’t leave my head.  your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine, but I wish I was dead.”

7.  “Well, what is this that I can’t see, with ice cold hands takin’ hold of me.  When God is gone, and the devil takes hold, who’ll have mercy on your soul?  No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul.  Well I am death, none can excel, I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.  My name is death and the end is here.”

8.  “Turn it up in here--I still hear you loud and clear, like you’re right there in my ear, telling me that you want to own me. To control me. Come closer. Come closer. And I just can’t tear myself away, under a spell I can’t break, I just can’t stop, I just can’t stop. And I just can’t break myself away, but I don't want to escape, I just can’t stop...I can feel it on my skin, I can taste it on my tongue, its the sweetest taste of sin--the more I get the more I want.”

9.  “When angels fall with broken wings, I can’t give up, I can’t give in.  When all is lost and daylight ends, I’ll carry you, and we will live forever.”

10.  “If love is real, maybe I’m just to bad to remember how good it feels.  My heart is steel.  I can smell your fear the only reason that I’m here is to wreak havoc.  Everybody prayin’ that’ll change, yeah, maybe one day, but tomorrow I’ll be back at it.  Cause bad habits, they die hard.  We live fast, we die hard.  Go against me you’ll die hard.  Die hard.”

11.  “All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach.  Don’t you ever tame your demons...but always keep them on a leash.”

12.  “You’re the light inside my eyes. You give me reason to keep trying. You give me more than I could dream, and you bring me to my knees....I still can’t believe that you’re right next to me after all that I’ve done. I don’t deserve your love, but you give it to me anyway. Can’t get enough. You’re everything I need. And when I walk away, you take off running and come right after me. It’s what you do, and I don’t deserve you.”

13.  “Did we take too many chances? Did we let too many pass us? Did we throw it all away? Did we throw it all away? Did we light too many matches? Turned ourselves into these ashes? Did we throw it all away? Did we throw it all away?”

14.  “He says save me, save me.  She says maybe, maybe.  She starts to turn away when he says hate me, break me, let me feel as hurt as you.  Push me, crush me, but promise me you’ll never let us go.”

15.  “Power to protect me, don’t let it affect me. Spirals like a staircase, racing like a car chase. Pulses push the limits, testing my resistance. Cameras that capture, moments that enrapture. Don’t let go, no, just lie low...If it feels right, if it feels right, if it feels right, it’s probably wrong. Spinning out, spinning out of control. Take it back, give me something to hold. Spinning out, spinning out...”

TV/Movie Quotes:

1.  "Never forget what you are. The rest of the world will not. Wear it like armor, and it can never be used to hurt you.“

2.  “Tis but a scratch!”

3.  “I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.”

4.  “I don't want to survive. I want to live.”

5.  “You moon-faced assassin of joy.”

6.  “It appears we have lost our sex appeal, Captain.”

7.  “Were you ever nice?”  “1985.  Worst year of my life.”

8.  *Answering a phone*  “You’re dead.”  “Nope, just using a dead man’s phone.”

9.  “The freedom to make my own mistakes was all I ever wanted.“

10.  "The good news is that he won't be bitching about losing his hand if he can't breathe."

11.  “There is not a thin line between love and hate. There is--in fact--a Great Wall of China with armed sentries posted every 20 feet between love and hate.“

12.  “So what's it going to be, sullen silence or mean comment?“  “Okay, you’ve got me in a box, here.”

13.  “You know who I am. You don’t know where I am. And you’ll never see me coming.”

14.  “There is nothing more reassuring than realizing the world is crazier than you are.”

15.  “Some men aren’t looking for something logical.  Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

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[wicthdragon]

The  War Goes On

I do not know where to begin I really do not but I must start somewhere so here goes, I am  survival of rape and kidnapping but along that I am a survival of trauma I survived things that could make people’s head spin yet I know that others been threw worse then me and that they do handle things better then me this is true and I never forget that how ever, I can not keep Lessen my pain just to make people feel better because in the end while there are people that deal with things better then I people that had it worse then me that cope with things better dose not minimize my pain.

So let me tell you my story, In 1985 I was orally raped by a so called family member people for years have tried to protect him chose him over me etc act like I do not know WHAT I AM SPEAKING ABOUT ETC. I am a lot of things and not all of them very good OK so ? but I do not lie i do not make up stories and i know when shit happened thank you very much and I resent how some one can say such things to me.

  How ever sadly I get why I really go I get we need to question people need to make sure the victim is telling the truth a child is not chocked etc i get that i get all that and one should question fine I agree. but do not demean the victim either while doing so.

 Granted I may be over sensitive in general i am fine i get it but when nit wits and dumb bitches act like I do not know what i am saying that really burns me up more then most As people asking to be sure . just dose.

 Moving on I have been seeking demanding justice for almost over 30 years and to no avail no one did any thing to help me not till the end and even then it was nothing, it makes me sick everyone just removed the perv from the home i was at and just out him in another one with kids in it my or around the same age. it’s sick how can cps think that's OK how can our justice system do such a thing ? it is maddening to me.

It has been so paining i mean well meaning people tied to make me forget tried to make me not see him for the perv he is for there own reasons not saying for all bad reasons but it still was wrong . I have long since forgive them for that but i will never forget ,

 I been seeking justice for decades and now I can get it I just found out from a friend along with a lawyer that I can still press charges there is no more saute of limitations any more. So very soon if i can get more info I am going to go to the cops and press charges and finally seek justice, Now I get i may lose i may not really get it OK fine but i got to try and yes i am doing it out or revenge as well so what . it no longer matters still did it he got away with it and its wrong period.

 I will not be shamed i will not be guided i will not let other people who can not handle what was done to me to sway me any more.

 That is over now

 So this is is along road my war is still going on but I will win either way. Maybe I am not saying or explaining my self right maybe I am not the most elegant or have the most dignified way of saying this but here it is the sick fuck needs to pay for his crime's against me. the fact that people can not grasps why i hate him why i want him dead why i been spending my life making him finding ways to make him pay why i did not have a voice why it ruined parts of my life , why some dumb ass whores think he made me gay cunt no one made me gay what he did to me affected me oh yes affected my choices yes , but being gay straight bi trans what ever who what ya born with, yes nurture Can i am sure help effect the biological components to making some one gay but no one i do not think picks being straight gay bi or what ever. Then again who said most of my family was smart ? But I Digress this is what I learned people can not handle sexual abuse i get that and maybe that's why my mom in some not all but some respects was in denial or could handle it i felt at least once she blamed me for it, am i angry about all that? no I'm hurt I'm sadden but no not angry because she is a great mother in general outside of it she as great, hell i did not always know that she was my mother but in the end I was am happy to find out so again not all bad. but as people we are not always good sometimes me included handle shit wrong. we do so i get it now as a adult but am still hurt sometimes by her ways of handling it hell yes . But in fairness we did long since worked that out, and all that is another story to tell, that’s not this story not yet .

 So again my issue is not with my mom at this point how ever it’s part of it, because people seem to want to swipe this under the rug hey i get it i never wanted it to define my life either and while it dose not have to define my whole life it dose define sadly some of it and I need to accept it and use it to my advantage.

 Now my father on the other hand was a horrible person and parent most of the time how ever the one thing he was great at he wanted to kill his grand son for me. so I just wish people let him.

 I think it would have helped me it would not take my pain away but it would have eased it, I Feel , But well he didn’t and i still have the pain the whole that nothing can fill.

 How ever me having a voice me speaking out telling my story and soon pressing these charges may help I feel now is the right time I think thanks to the me to movement maybe this prison can end and i can be let out after 3o years,

I do hope so. i did not want to jump on the ban wagon in the beginning but now I feel i do not have a choice i am maybe by default part of me to,

 Because it happened to me it happened to lots of people to many people.

 How ever I go back to this I do not want to make it my whole life about it to define me but I need to speak out so it can be part of my past .

 Now that On to Cps They fucked me up not once but twice and I made some powerful claims over the years and as of late and I feel since I am going forward really going forward with my story I need to explain my self really do it this time as hard as it is and it is I need to so all of you reading this get why I am a kidnapped survivor You need to I need to explain in detail.

Cps removed the perv from the home where i lived with my niece and what he did to us , I will not go in to her story because while we do not get along that is still her story and i will only speak from my experiences.

 In that home that sick fuck tied us up on the our beds for hours with black rope i do not remember for how long but the girl did cut me lose how she got out who the fuck knows,

 t then locking me in a closet and shoving or poking me with coat hangers, i mean that one may seem not as bad but its still sick as fuck i am like what ? who dose this mess.? then the main event the oral shit luckily that detail is fading as i got older this sick fuck touched me and gods knows what else yet he as never under the jail are you kidding me. this is not right how ever sadly this seems all to common which makes it worse,

 Thank the Gods as far as i knew that only happened once. granted once to often. oh and the fuck locked me out that nasty house and i punched a window to get in the house,

I mean again that may seem tame by compression but still no one did shit they let this shit go on are you kidding me. but yet as angry as i am as pissed as I am as annoyed as i am as hurried as i am about it and i am . i get why some didn't they may not know what to say or do or how to go about or what ever I get it. but its foal as fuck. people kept me quit for to long and i will speak out and speak up on this nasty as shit. Now some how in that time frame i went home with my parents and him and the rest of them fuckers stayed there and some how got removed so some one called some time and got his punk ass removed or how ever it happened but far as i know he got removed and just went to his sisters house as i said before who had kids around my age really cps really. oh and not that long ago i was told they do not work on pressing charges are you kidding me ? really OK fuck ya all.

 No let me also go on to say more on cps since I said I would explain in detail So Basically cps did a piss poor job of helping us my niece and my self or any kids most likely in that time frame , But OK so good time putting a Pedophile with more kids. so that's the first time they fucked me up by not helping me not really nor even working with law enforcement to press changes on the perv I see how it is,

  Now lets move to 1996 hon they reared there ugly heads back in to my life when my mom lets just say had issues and my father was useless sick his damn self they came trying to make there fucking jobs easy as fuck put me with family I say family in a very lose sense of the word never investigated any of them one all of them had issues for example marring grown as men when they were barely in there teens getting pregnant just to get away from there trash ass father , and the one they did stick me with was a year or so before getting her ass beat by her second husband yeah good job not investigating none of them and there's more yet get this she is the same one who had my rapist in her home with her at time two kids right about the same time he was diddling me yeah that seems to come full circle,

 Oh there's i even hear as of late that my nephew told me his brother told him if its true that I should be place with any of them there only out for money and no good or how ever he said.

 AGAIN who knows if that happen but if it did that is interesting and there is a little more when i was in the same room with David Straton and the perv that did what he did i was being re-traumatizing and no one did shit no one helped me i was crying carrying the fuck on oh yes no shame in saying it either and basically crickets no one to care about me not even that kid napper and yes I call him a kidnapper because in the end none of that got him to see hey maybe i should not out this kid with these fucks that talked to some one who did this to him, etc he clearly has issues nope all this ass hole was rude to me mean and stole me from my home . not to mention it all happened under a mouth Yeah like I was so in danger until you showed up. That was when you put me in danger. It seems still something not right I do wonder if money was involved I can not prove it but at the least just normal cps corruption.

 Now you may ask as you should ask as we all should ask how did he kid nap you ? he never protected me none of them did from my family or the rapist twice in a row he never did his job he took me from my home put me in danger while i was not in physical danger i was in mental and emotional torment they talked to him threw him in my face no one helped me press charges get justice that and hat if the one that talked to the pervs husband as beating her again and i got in danger how can you not investigate people. so yes I was in danger because all of them all they wanted was to use me and you put me in harms way going all because you did not want to do your job. Now I called the fucks to finally explain all this and they still did not care they said it was not there job to investigate any one it was not any ones job to do any of that we had to put you some where and we always try to place children with families first which between you and me is bull shit, but that said i am like are you kidding me how the fuck can you not investigate people all of that was bull shit its wrong and its cruel and negotiate as fuck they said they were not i know they are, David kidnapped me point blank and he traumatized me and all these people wanted was to use me and you put me in danger and i kept explaining why but sadly after 22 years they do not get the damaged they did they do not how they kidnapped.

I stopped minimizing my self a long time and call it what it is because when i did it seems to give people the right it seems to do the same to me. the bottom line that is exactly how they kidnapped me from my home and its wrong period wrong wrong and more wrong and no one will shame me otherwise. I am a kidnapper survivor.

 Now On to some other things Cps have not just fucked my life up not once but twice and they still do not get it they do not get how corrupt as fuck they are or they don’t care well they will soon.

Let me share with you what i learned I have had friends who there lives some kids some as parents fucked up by cps and for no reason and now n the news they still doing this shit taking kids not investigating any one properly kidnapping kids to be frank again i do not say things to be just dramatic if i say it I mean it they still kidnapping kids ruining lives for no reason never investigating or if they do doing a piss poor job and making excuses like they did me not that long ago and it makes me sick. I sadly know to many people who been fucked up by them and i bet if they complain like i do they may get the same fucked up treatment I get, now in fairness one or two cps workers in my life have gave me there compassion but its not its not enough the rest act like I'm wrong , guess what I am not wrong but i was wronged by you people. you kidnapped me point blank period and i am going to seek justice for that and or get my paper work and go after my rapist bring awareness to this for my self and for others . Some seem to judge me because i want revenge I do i sure as fuck do.

 I have no shame on it i am sick of people judging me and acting like they know what its like for me when they do not its rude and mean, and frankly i think victim blaming as all hell.

 How ever not shocked been dealing with it for years I am just finally using my vice. that said, i will also add while most of my family and i do use that term loosely kinda sorta made up neither one of us will forget what the other did , and that's fine while i stand by all i said tonight i still need to add we kinda made up but its what it is , I feel If I am going to tell it I will tell it.

 Before I end this note this story of pain I can not stop the war until something changes i can not will not. I vow to keep fighting until my day is hear thank you for reading this,

 Truly yours WicthDragon.

[guns-n-zeppelin]

Never say die - Chapter 6

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader Words: 1916 Summary: Reader accidentally time travels back to 1985 where Axl, Duff, Slash, Steven and Izzy find her. Never say die masterlist A/N: This chapter was so fun to write tbh. So the last chapter had more Steven in it so i guess this one has more Duff in it. Atleast a bit haha. Let me know what you think! And just so you know, my exams are starting next week and they’re gonna last for two weeks about so i don’t know how often i can write during them. But it just means that i’m not able to update this every day, i’ll write when i have time! Enjoy.

Axl had told Scarlet that i had been sick and thus couldn't come to the date they arranged. They were cool with it and set up a new date for the next weekend. Scarlet also told that she had finally left Nick and Nick decided all by himself to kick Scar out of their apartment. Scarlet was going to stay at my house for some time until she would get her own house. We were now hanging out at my place, eating lunch. ”So, Christmas is coming soon. Do you have any plans?” i asked before taking a bite of my steak. Scarlet shook her head. ”Not really, nothing special. I'm probably going to just back to my parents' place since i'm not with Nick anymore. And it's great to see my brothers anyway, it's been too long time since i last saw them,” she told me smiling. ”Oh that soungs great! I've never met your parents, it would be awesome to get to know them better sometime,” i exclaimed and poured more juice in my glass. ”I'll totally introduce you sometime!” Scarlet answered. ”But i have never heard anything about your parents though. Tell me about them!” Scarlet requested and looked directly at me. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn't told her nor Sam where i was actually from. And by that i mean when i'm from. I just never really had a chance i guess. And i couldn't just immediately when i met them be like oh hey by the way. And then i just, forgot. They would anyway think i'm crazy or something. ”Uhm, i'm not really in contact with them anymore,” i simply answered. Her face fell a bit. ”Oh, why's that? It's Christmas soon, wouldn't it be nice to visit them?” I sighed. ”Well, i guess but it's just not possible,” i chuckled but still a bit sadness at my voice. My biological father had died when i was just a baby. I never knew who he was, my mother didn't talk about him and i still didn't know at all why. My stepdad was also dead though. Lung cancer, he used to smoke a lot. I didn't like him at all, he treated me like shit. End of the story. ”Why's that?” Scarlet asked, furrowing her brows. ”Well, my dad's dead and i haven't heard about my mother in years,” i explained, telling half of the truth. I was on really good terms with my mother actually but that's all i could come up with now. God, i missed my mom so much. ”Oh, i'm so sorry, Amy. I'm sorry if i asked too much,” Scarlet apologised, looking sadder than a moment ago. ”That must have been tough.” ”Yeah, well. I don't even remember my father so i guess it's fine,” i said and tried to smile. I finished my food and put the plate in the sink. ”So, dessert?” We continued talking and sharing gossips for the next hour atleast but finally it was time for her to leave. She was going to do some shoppings with Sam. When she had left, my mind wandered back to my parents. I thought about them for a moment until i realized some quite obvious thing and my heart started beating faster. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. ”It's 1985. He's still alive.” --- It was about 3 pm when i was walking down the street towards a small café, i was supposed to meet the boys there. We weren't going to stay at the café to have a coffee or anything, we were just meeting outside of it so we could walk together to their studio. They had asked me if i wanted to hear some of their songs they had been working with lately. I was nearly there and already saw them from the distance. I immediately stopped on my tracks when i saw a girl with them. With Duff actually. I recognized her to be the girl from the bar some time ago. How couldn't Duff still got rid off her? Is he being too nice to her or what? Duff seemed so desperate when the girl put her arms around Duff's neck and smiled, trying to flirt with him or something. She giggled at something Duff said and gave a kiss on his cheek. God, he really doesn't have enough balls to just throw her away. I walked towards Duff and the girl, trying to look as pissed off as i could at the moment. She was just about to say something to Duff but before she could i pushed her hard enough so i could separate her from Duff. ”Bitch what the hell do you think you're doing with my man?!” i screamed. Duff looked little confused for a while but soon realized what i was doing. She stared at me for a while, not believing what i just did and said. Slash and Axl snorted in the background and Steven was about to choke on his soda. ”What the fuck are you talking about? Duff is single and he definitely wouldn't date a girl boobs so small and fashion sense from a garbage can or something,” she snapped back, thinking she was being so clever. I gasped offended and immediately slapped her on the cheek, probably too hard but i didn't really care. She just winced and held her cheek with her hand. ”Duff, how can you let her do that to me?!” the girl cried, but i just rolled my eyes. ”Hey, nobody offends my woman!” Duff said, raising his voice a bit. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me as close to him as he could. ”And her boobs are ten times better than yours. I prefer boobs that can fit in my hands anyway.” Oh god. She just scoffed really offended. ”I don't need this. I deserve so much better!” ”Yeah yeah, whatever. Go put ice on it or something,” Duff said frustrated and pointed to her red cheek. And then she left. Being quite pissed off obviously. Axl, Slash, Steven and Izzy were all trying to hold their laughters during the whole incident but when the girl left all four of them burst out laughing. ”Ooo, nicely saved, Amy,” Izzy remarked and i bowed. ”Why the fuck did you not do it already a week ago?!” Duff yelled but really amused and surprised. ”She was so god damn annoying!” I shrugged. ”You didn't ask.” He just shook his head and smiled. ”Well, i own you a drink for that. Next time i have a blonde bimbo like her after me i'll totally call you to save me.” ”Glad to be your knight in the shining armor when you're too coward to leave a girl yourself,” i huffed but smiled. He chuckled and we started walking to the studio, Duff walking right next to me. After a while he opened his mouth to speak again. ”But i wasn't kidding though, you really have great boobs.” --- We arrived at the studio. I had visited it a few times so i already knew where was what and so on. Slash, Steven, Izzy and Duff went straight to their instruments and i went to sit on a chair where i could see all of them. Axl went to stand next to his microphone, looked directly at me and winked which i just chuckled to. Axl cleared his throat before started speaking. ”So we have somehow finished only four of these so far. We still have to edit them too a bit though. We've started other ones too but haven't gotten very far with them,” Axl told me. ”Although you're already heard these many times obviously so i don't know if there's even any point of doing this,” he laughed. ”No, it's really great to see when you're still practicing and creating them! It's quite interesting, i'd say,” i said, nodding my head eagerly. ”Alright,” he chuckled. ”Well, we're gonna start with Welcome to the jungle if that's alright with you guys back there?” Axl asked and turned his gaze to the rest of the boys. Steven smiled agreeing and put his thumbs up. ”Oh my god, Welcome to the jungle was the first song i heard from you guys when i was just a kid!” i exclaimed but then turned more serious. ”Wait, am i supposed to act like this is the first time i'm hearing these? Okay, i got this!” ”Well, i'm glad if you already like it,” he said laughing and winked. ”Really increases our self esteem.” They started playing and god, how much i loved Axl's voice. Sitting there was so different than being at an actual concert. This was much more intriguing or how i should say that, it felt more intimate and it was so interesting. I saw already in here how god damn talented Axl was going to be as a performer. They played also Paradise city and Mr. Brownstone. I remembered my mother was insanely crazy about those two songs. The songs were a bit different than what i had heard which meant that they still needed a bit fine-tuning but it was nothing big. Now was the time of their last song today. ”So before we start our last song, i just wanna thank our awesome audience tonight. It was amazing to have you all here and i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as we did!” Axl said on the microphone, imagining a bigger invisible audience around me which made me laugh a bit. I clapped my hands excitedly like i had done after every song. Axl smiled when he looked at me. ”This is called Nightrain,” he told and just a couple of seconds after Steven started the song with his drums. Nightrain was totally one of my favorites, not gonna lie here. In some point i started to also sing on my seat and when Axl noticed what i was doing, he suggested with his hands me to come next to him to finish the song with him. I got up from my chair and walked there, putting my head right next to Axl's so we could both sing on the microphone. I'm on the nightrain Bottoms up I'm on the nightrain Fill my cup I'm on the nightrain Ready to crash and burn I never learn I'm on the nightrain I love that stuff I'm on the nightrain I can never get enough I'm on the nightrain Never to return-no

Loaded like a freight train Flyin' like an aeroplane Speedin' like a space brain One more time tonight I'm on the nightrain And I'm lookin' for some I'm on the nightrain So's I can leave this slum I'm on the nightrain And I'm ready to crash and burn Nightrain Bottoms up I'm on the nightrain Fill my cup I'm on the nightrain Whoa yeah I'm on the nightrain Love that stuff I'm on the nightrain An I can never get enough Ridin' the nightrain I guess I I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn On the nightrain Float me home Ooh I'm on the nightrain Ridin' the nightrain Never to return Nightrain ”Gosh, woman. You're almost better than me,” he said looking surprised and smiled at me. He put his arm around my shoulder and i put mine around his shoulder and then we both bowed to the audience which was basically just the empty chair.

[love-life-and-punk-rock]

What I believe in.

I’m a centrist. I struggle to choose what I am really. On some days I I’d say I would be a right winged liberal or on other days I would say I’d just be a conservative. But now I’ve decided to stay as a centrist. However my views change over years. Seeing how things have been going lately I’ve really hate to say it but…these SJW’s are really tearing this country apart. It’s gone to a point where we are looking at the 1960s but worse. I have never seen a nation so divided thanks to this social justice bull crap. It’s he main reason why trump won. People are sick of seeing this constant flow of riots and protests all over the United States. Not only that people are tired that this ‘snowflake’ mentality it shoved down our throats. I don’t speak on behave of anyone but myself and here’s what I want. To bring us together. Whites, blacks, asians, Latino, etc. the 80s was a great example. Hands across America, live aid, etc. it was an era of peace. We saw the Cold War end in 1985 and a few 6-7 years later the collapse of the Berlin Wall and the Soviet Union spilt apart. So what went wrong in our time? Social justice. The main reason why we can’t get along. The snowflake mindset plays in where we are forced to use these made up pronouns, make up new genders, have white people the enemy, and the ‘holy wars’. What’s the holy wars? Basically where religion plays in to cause wars. Islam being the main cause. Megadeth actually predicted this back in the 90s. ‘Brother will kill brother Spilling blood across the land Killing for religion Something I don’t understand Fools like me, who cross the sea And come to foreign lands Ask the sheep, for their beliefs Do you kill on God’s command? A country that’s divided Surely will not stand My past erased, no more disgrace No foolish naive stand’ It’s the hard truth that we live in. People struggle to trust muslims because of what’s going on in the Middle East. I don’t blame them. Honestly what’s going on in Europe is bad with the refugees. It’s also causing the rise of nationalism in Europe. A strong following because of how open minded their country has become that the country losses focus on itself. Anyways besides all of that I have a huge hatred for modern day feminism. Not Early first wave or second wave feminism. Modern day feminism. Why? Look at how much has been accomplished by feminism in its early stages. Woman are able to vote, woman are out of the house and have the ability to do what they want without a mans consent, and they can have equal pay (if they pick the right jobs). Now what’s the issue with modern day feminism? It’s caused division. It hasn’t accomplished anything but cause more and more division. Men are now this figure of oppression in which a simple glance or stare at a woman can make you a rapist. In fact it’s one of the more sensitive bullshit I have seen. Feminist have gone and tried to ban the word bossy. Why? Because apparently it hurts their feelings. Well tough luck. Men get their feelings hurt half the time and I don’t see them out naked in their underwear protesting about 'rape culture’. I just absolutely hate what feminism has become. Dear feminists, stop complaining about what’s happening in this country and focus on the outside world. Look at the Middle East! Woman are killed for disobeying a man. Look at South America. Mostly Mexico. Men are still seen as a dominant figure where the woman must trust their lives with men. My mother who is from Mexico actually doesn’t know what feminism is. It’s not because they don’t care about woman’s rights, it’s because they don’t press their focus on woman’s Rights at the moment. They look more towards focusing on family, work, staying alive, etc. in fact Mexico is pretty damn dangerous if you’re a young woman. You’re more likely to get raped, killed, and kidnapped in that country. I’m still confused how that country isn’t campaigning about woman’s rights as much as the US. Maybe because they’re focused on fixing their country or something. Then again that brings me back to my other topic. Immigration. More Importantly, illegal immigration. What’s my stance? Illegals don’t belong here. Why? Because the main issue is how problematic the drug war has become. It’s gotten so bad that’s its irreparable. The drug war cannot be won, but it can be 'cooled down’. Hell if I ran for president I would create an easier method for immigrants from foreign nations to come in quicker and easier. However we need to increase our border security tenfold. Why? Because sure some illegals want a better life, but it’s impossible doing it like that. Why? Because my parents are illegals. But I understand why they did it. We came for a better life. My grandfather came here legally because back then Ronald Reagan made every illegal in this country legal. My parents missed out on that chance because they were young. However my grandfather was a piece of shit. He could’ve gotten my mom and dad their US citizenship. How? My grandfather was a citizen and my dad was his son. But he refused. Sadly my parents came here illegally and later my older siblings came. We have been living here for years now. I was the only legal son thanks to the 14th amendment. Even though my parents are illegal I feel shame for the route we took. Sure we didn’t have money but if we waited longer we could’ve gotten here with us citizenships. Then again I wouldn’t of been born. Or probably earlier. Who knows. My parents are not criminals. We never broke any laws. We pay our taxes, speak English, have a house, etc. we are like every other American. Just a bit more discrete about our status. Anyways we need to find a new method of keeping illegals out besides this fence in our border. My first steps would be making it easier for immigrants to come here. Now then…do I seem like some right winged dick who just wants to keep immigrants out? No. I want criminals out. Not immigrants. I want our country safe. Speaking of which. @hyenatiddy. This son of a bitch. This pathetic manipulative piece of shit. He’s the main reason why I shot myself on a livestream. And some of his followers actually wished death on me. Oh don’t even get me started on some of the shit they said 'this world is better without him’ 'he was a right wing troll’ etc. Somehow they believe in him. Thinking that he’s the victim here. Oh how much he has fucking lied to you. First of all he’s lied to me. The first thing he did was when he played as some girl telling me that he killed himself and she took over. I knew he was lying when he’s posting art and pics of himself without mentioning suicide. Next thing he does? Of boy. This son of a bitch tells me he’s in the hospital for for what…three weeks? I dunno. But he reused the same pic of a hospital band saying he’s still in the hospital. I was so confused. I knew something was up since he said he 'took’ a picture even though it was reused from last week. (Not really last week but awhile back.) oh and then he tells me he loves me. I actually felt happy for once. I actually felt joy in my life. I felt loved. And then this piece of shit drops this on me. He asks if I’m right winged. He doesn’t even give me time to explain. The bastard just leaves. Blocks me and makes me feel like shit. I felt abandoned. This manipulative trash never loved me. I found out because he was already dating someone else. Hell I was gay for awhile. I admit it. But now I’m sticking as a straight Latino male. I don’t trust any trans person. Sure one mistake doesn’t represent all trans but I’ve encountered a lot of trans and they always treat me like trash. I can’t take that encounter anymore. Oh but hey I’m a 'transphobe’ for not trusting trans people but oh wait I hear a bit of hypocrisy coming from the snowflake! What’s that? You don’t trust all males for the actions of a few? Then that doesn’t make you sexist one bit according to your agenda. Anyways moving back to the subject this son of a bitch is the main reason I have a higher hatred for SJW’s. He lied. He was a sick liar. I don’t have proof because why should I keep the messages from him? It makes me feel awful and I needed to get rid of something that hurt me. He would say some bullshit like 'that’s why I got rid of you because you hurt me’. My response is how? How do I hurt you? For stating the truth? For stating my opinions? My political views? Fuck off. How can you not feel safe with someone who has not brought up their political opinions directly. How can you not fucking feel safe with someone who said they love you and care for you. How? How the fuck can you not feel safe? It’s absolute bullshit. I had a friend call the cops but they couldn’t do shit since wherever he lived wasn’t in their power since it’s a different state. Then again my friend though I was dead when I hit my chest. I laid on the floor for awhile. When I shot myself i went into some type of shock. I didn’t move. I was unresponsive. I was like asleep. The pain was just so unbearable I think I must’ve passed out. Then the cops and paramedics arrived and they closed my laptop which ended the livestream. Someone reported the stream and it got taken down. When I was in the hospital i was already awake but I was in so much anger. I had to go through heavy treatment. I had to be away from my phone. I had to. But I decided to stay away from tumblr. I recently came back since I feel better and I’m up to confront what made me feel like this. I’m not running away like hyenatiddy does by abusing the block button to hide from arguments and people confronting him. I’m up to fire back if someone shoots at me. I’m not fucking scared. I don’t care for the thousands of followers he has. I’m not scared of they get manipulated by his beliefs. I came to confront my fears and take on what made me shoot myself. The hatred of other people won’t take me down. It’s why I made this post and why I won’t stand down. I’m a Latino male. Straight. Centrist. I won’t be silenced by a bunch of horny bastards who believe in hyenatiddy’s lies. Now I wanna thank a few friends who supported me. @takashi0 @boss-hoody @fatponyroleplays @forgottonbutstillbreathing And some other friends who’s URL I’ve forgotten of lol. Thank you all. I know some of you didn’t notice when I got shot but I knew some of you were worried for me. My friend tried his best to spread that I shot myself but some wouldn’t believe him. I’m fine however. I’m just glad that you guys are still up and running. Thank you so much. I no longer fear people who just…hate. In fact I’m gonna be more open about my opinions. I just need help to recover from this first.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

"40 acres and a mule"

Baby what the Hell you want a mule for?

Alright baby. Let me tell you.

You will never ever ever get reparations.

Y'all this lady instigated him and pissed him off. Called him a dam liar and a begger and all kinds of bad.

I quit watching it. I seen enough. "Hustler"

Bitch I'll hustle my fist in your teeth and get you a new set, don't talk hustle when you don't know a dam thing about it.

Let me tell you about me.

I'm registered 1/16 Muscogee (Musckogee and/or Muskogee as well) Creek Nation out of Oklahoma. Our tribe headquarters is in Oklahoma in a mound of dirt -- under a pile of earth is our headquarters.

We have the original council house of brick in town it's a measeuem were all very proud of. Its on 6th street. On a big ole square.

So. Let me tell you. We used to be in Georgia. That's why i picked Atlanta for a big ole fuck you fire. I picked others but I said "this is a government thing?"

"Not really Sabrina it's more police"

"I'm hearing government in that word. Can I fuck up Atlanta? I'll take some country Georgia but you know my tribe is from Atlanta specifically. I don't want no one to get hurt though"

Tree said "i got something perfect, a Wendy's because you use to live in Ireland, too Miss Red Leg hairs in the sun"

"Alright then. Ill take you on Then. Its a done deal".

This was 2008 and to be clear, we didn't start human trafficking in that parking lot -- they already was. 12 years and they ain't stopped. We did intervene but, they dumb and stubborn and they stayed away from the Wendy's unlike the other night. For the last 12 years. This way they would be more inclined to use it. Like we bust them and they keep on. They don't care. Its greed. An addiction. They can't see. So.

I get punched in the face and I get back up and fight again. Same thing - different American Dreams.

So Spain came now Spain is over by Europe. Look at a map. And we left. From fear, we went to Florida.

We didn't have no label. We were humans. We were love. So we moved down to Tampa area.

Then we got named by the whites. The whites then fought us unlike the Spaniards who just wanted to share and we didn't want to. So we just left.

So some of us was all fuck you. We ain't moving just because Spain said we did for them don't mean we will for you. So. We fought.

Some of us were captured. So then the white people said you will show us America, The New World. Like bitch you think we know it all been all over and shit like we got cars. Fuck.

So the whites raped and tried to kill all that refused to move. So they left them. We left them. They were named Seminoles.

Because semen they were raped and we also left the old that were unable to travel. And the small kids. Two words. Semen in. Olds. Raped. Wounded. Old and children.

The rest of us took the whites and Spaniards (some did and some didn't war) across the new world.

And we followed Creeks. The Spaniards knew the rivers went North and South. They wanted to go West.

So we walked. All the way to the Middle of the United States of America. And stopped.

We said we want our land. We want our trust. We want our lives back. You go do you and leave us here and alone without you.

The Spaniards agreed. And the whites of course so fucking greedy and non cognitive. Fought.

Eventually we got our land. My family. We had a big ole 2 floor 10 room mansion. It felt like.

32 years later the government decided they wanted to build a dam. And once again. Our land was gone.

And our land was stolen.

Now that glorious home we had that my family earned to show the way West is gone. Flooded under a lake built by a dam in Oklahoma.

They moved us to Okmulgee about 45 minutes South of Tulsa.

Its not a reservation. Anyone can live there. In fact our HQ is in the city limits.

And we don't have land. We don't have anything we were promised.

Since i don't live there and i live in New Mexico, I don't get any of the benefits. And because New Mexico Native Americans warred with each other due to the Hispanics from Central America. Other Nations don't like to help me.

Here. Native American tribes in New Mexico. They're prejudice against each other. And whites.

And it's really fucking bad. I used to work at the BIA. Beaururu of Indian Affairs. "What tribe are you?" And if you were Aztec you were cool. If you were Peublo you were fighting with Navajo. And vice versa.

And we were making sure people of ALL Tribes got money for their needs. Like for medicine or transportation. And our office was fighting each other.

Like what the Hell? We all have the same purpose here. We all come from the same place, we all have the same heart and same pain. And we're all are hurt and so why are you all hurting each other?

I got a tattoo of an Indian Head on my left lower arm so no matter what unless it was long sleeves, everyone could see.

And i would hear them physically hitting each other. And they all remembered I got the tattoo and i showed them when i came back from lunch and I wss all bleeding and it was brand new.

Then i went around and showed them all as it healed. Showed them progress and lack off.

So they would fight. The Aztecs didn't put up with shit like me. And so people would try to dominate them

So i could always hear them fight. And it was a big office. An entire floor of the big Compass Bank building in Albuquerque. But I could always hear them except on the complete opposite because door ways. But three certain ladies would go to the hall and call for me to go stop it.

You know. It was the year 2000. I was only born in 1985 although I have always used a different birthday since i was adopted of 1980.

So literally I was 15 years old. "Legally" i was only 19 and not even old enough to buy alcohol and there I was pulling grammas off each other And people old enough to be my mom.

They called me a stupid white. Because I am light skinned. A stupid white nigger. I know what that is. An abusive slave owner

Me!! Me of all people!!!

I already had PTSD coming out the ass and i could barely drag my ass out of bed in the morning because i wss so suicidal depressed. And i get called a slave owner. A lazy and abusive one at that!?!

"Well i don't see you working!! You wanna call people nigger you brown ass bitch?!?! Your ass is always fighting!! Why don't you go earn a paycheck!!" She regretted running her mouth at me more than 2x. I had shoved her and when she got closer, she claimed because she couldn't hear although people from the complete opposite walls came running, i punched her in the face. Cold coked her dead to the floor. She had that evil gleam. The dead Zulululu look. That evil dumb bitch look. And no fucking way was she touching me. So then her back up who was like 7 foot tall grabbed up my hair and vagina and threw me 8 feet across the room.

I just got up and sat at my desk and pretended like nothing happened. Just like the Zulululu do. I had road rash like a mother fucker tho.

I got him later in the parking lot. Shoved him in front of a moving car at 40 mph. This girl that worked with us. A 68 mustang all real metal total steel.

He never came back to work to mess with us. And,the girl got transferred to another floor. And I got called down for her 5th fight and I interviewed the people around the fight area and they said they all worked in peace until she had come. They had whites tho.

And most New Mexico Native Americans HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE whites.

So she got fired, I recommended it. She couldn't get along with anyone. I recommended she get a job on her reservation in Montana for her tribe and so the BIA paid for her to move. Citing emotional difficulties, PTSD due to government intervention in Native American lives.

So this man he's asking for reparation in this video.

And i just want to answer him..

You never will. They were gonna fire her. Leave her dead. I asked special they send her away to a place she could likely find peace.

Nd she did. But if it wasn't for me, she would had nothing.

And she had called me a white nigger and I got thrown 8 feet across the room because of her.

I'm adding her now and him to the list. Idc if they been interviewed, its eye for an eye. They are both Zulululu and still causing fights over nothing.

I had slammed her against the wall by her throat and i wanted to kill her and i should had. But i told her "im going to do something for yoh because i hate myself more than i hate you and you will accept it. And if hou keep acting like this you will receive death more than me slamming your head on this printer until you can't breathe" then i put all the pressure I could without killing her on her throat. Then killed her anyway. Died myself went through the black hole and dragged her ass back in her body pushed the EMT OFF ME, got up and jumped on her stomach and chest full body and killed her again then this bitch tried to go to the sun, so i got her ass back. Threw her ass back in. Woke up in the fucking elevator, trying to get outta the stretcher "oh im fine where is this dam bitch"

"Oh my God! You gotta lay down!"

"Fine i bet she's not back in" got out of my body and found her hiding in the dirt.

This bitch wanted to fight?! She was gonna find me fighting her. Behind death for the rest of her life.

She was old, too. Like 46... I was only 15/19. More than twice my age. 3x my real.

I woke up in the stretcher downstairs laughing and farting. She was crying how scared she was. I thought it was funny. I was so mad I didn't care how she felt. Scared was not what i expected. It surprised me and made me laugh. I didn't know how she would feel. She never stopped fighting. Scared of me? Nah. Im just an innocent sweet babe.

So other than her, i would show people my tattoo when the fought. "You and I. You and her. We all come from the same place. We are all Indians! Look at me! My tattoo! It hurt! For no reason and I didn't want it to! Lets just get over it and heal ourselves in our souls the Indian way!"

They had saw. Some had taken photos. They knew it hurt. It swelled up. It was red. Imflammed but not infected. Like anger of the hearts.

I shouldn't had to prove we suffered

So I ask those asking or demanding reparations, please don't.

We don't all have benefits. And we have pain and suffering. And a lot is jealousy because some tribes have more than others.

If you get reparations, i fear the ramifications.

"Oh them ni**ers got shit and we didn't"

Babes. Sometimes it just time to let go.

Just let it go, baby.

I can't think of my family's land and mansion under water. Flooded. I get punched in the fucking heart. And it hurts. It hurts so bad

I ain't a piece of trash. Following a dam creek so fucking far just to climb what looked like another mountain. Fuck that.

Then they flood it. Fuck you back.

Fuck you back. Fuck you back. They said. FUCK YOU. BECAUSE YOU DIDNT WANT TO BE RAPED AND WOUNDED AND YOU TOOK US TO THE MIDDLE OF THE COUNTRY ON YOUR BARE FEET AND HALF YOU DIED ALONG THE WAY BECAUSE WE BEAT AND RAPED YOU ANYWAY. FUCK YOU BACK FOR NO REASON THAT YOU WERE ALIVE AND IN OUR NEW WORLD FIRST.

OUR NEW WORLD. FUCK YOU. PIECE OF TRASH.

Lost city of Atlantis. People look for it by Greece and shit. Its just in Oklahoma.

We came from Atlanta. "Fine this can be your new Atlas location" said the Spaniards..

But they were too nice. Christopher Columbus was too nice. Spaniards brought food and shelters. But we we're afraid of them. Their odd food, and so on. We did not know what they were. We didn't recognize any one. When we went to Florida they did go with. It was exploration to them. Running away to us. They followed, just curious.

Then we understood. They were like children playing. Innocent. They followed. They kept us safe.

They knew we were afraid once there was a ravine. Their scouts spotted it. They knew we ran our horses too fast and we would all died. They raced ahead in the night while we camped and they all stood to block us off. 100 feet from the edge they formed a line of their own bodies to stop us.

That is when we knew we could trust the Spaniards. So we went scout back to Atlanta to see what happened there. And to tell what had occurred. That our lives had been saved.

Then we took court. We camped near side them for 10 days to decide how much of our lives we should give. Reports came back that 100% trust would be accurate. And so slowly we allowed the "wapuauhaluani" to lean into the Spaniards to truly see what they were all about.

We became friends.

But the whites took over the country. And we all lost.

So I understand what my brothers and sisters and my ma's and pas and little babies in the African American community is going through.

From the eyes of my current life as a registered 1/16 Native American, 23andme says only 3%

As a person to get a tattoo to stop war after I did so many years of community work in the Black Panthers where obviously I am not black any more and I was accepted.

I know what it feels like to be white and hated.

I know what it feels like to be hated for the color of my skin.

As a white person.

But fully accepted into the black community..

So excuse me when I go to a state that has an actual African American population and I just sit and stare looking like a true jack ass.

I just feel like myself. I feel complete. And I feel accepted.

And so not all of you know me. I do work in South America and all over the globe and i treat them all the same.

Reparations, i am afraid. I know and I believe will have repercussions this day and age.

So now Altlanta. Where i am from. My tribe was all brown there. Is now black.

I don't be ignorant and hate them because they took over my town.

That's not why i say. I say because it happens to everyone else.

And so I plan to treat people all the same. We do the DNA4U paid education and quizzes. And i know its not what you ask but it is done by the Tree of Infinite Knowledge.

And right now I'm just a POW and i can't do more than what I can.

But all you beautiful people that is gonna survive. I promise you.

Every single person on this Earth has suffered.

Every single person will get rewards for living. Every thing will be okay..

I know it's not today. Today is the fight for our beautiful children in this world and ourselves.

Its not almost over yet its not just beginning.

This is the orgasm state. Orgasm. So intense and wild and pleasurable and exhausting.

What comes after? Bliss and peace.

Tree keeps telling me two to four years more

My babies, it sounds so long. But every time he says 2 years I say "Well at least it's only 2"

I ask him 3 times a week. "How long is it now?"

We are gonna be okay.

You know those books that you pick the ending? What you do effects it?

Sometimes you can do 5 different things and the ending is the same?

People. I saw call it the "plandemic"

Trust me, it's planned so hard core the black hole feels it. We will win.

I gave up my only child. She was 4 years old. In 2008. I have a clone. And her spirit comes sometimes in it. And sometimes it's other ghosts.

People were wondering why I was crying the other day when I was driving. And I didn't want to say.

My daughter is in prison now. To keep her safe. You cannot imagine the intense fear I have every single day. And I don't even understand myself as for why.

I can see my daughter and she's safe and she's happy and laughing. But... She's a divine clone. My parents made her and the evil aliens took my real daughter.

They call her Sophia. She volunteered. Well. Voluntold. She said "someone needs to fix this! I was born on Martin Luther King's (Jr) birthday of his I have a dream speech and I have a dream too! For someone to fix this!!"

And my mom said from the dead, "I have a proposal"

Like I'm screaming and already bawling but u stop myself because she goes straight out of body and stands in front of my mom.

Its so beautiful. Then it is like a horrible Disney Fairytale curse.

"So i just want you to say yes and don't think about anything and don't think about your mom. She's hurt. Remember her back is broke? Now back to Martin Luther King. Yoh can make all dreams come true. You can be the Hero for the whole entire world because your dad is a mess and you can change this from oh 47 years to about 12 what do you think about that?"

"Yes!! I do! I want that! What do you think mom?"

And i could only stare at how beautiful mu child is. And I felt the horrific horror of how the Queen or fairy God mother puts the whole town to sleep for the curse and you know i began to bawl.

In our past lives. She wasnt the brave one. She was the first born. And she was always with me. Over protective like crazy. Someone was always watching just to make sure she breathed right and had all she needed immediately. Never went out. Always had 7 layers of guards between her and the outside world.

And my mom of all people was telling her to go free and go Just walk in the front door of evil to live.

I was proud. And joyful and in complete agony.

I had to do what was right.

God didn't send his only begotten son to die on the cross. That never haoend.

But a Goddess gave birth to a girl after having sex. And the aliens that attempted to kill her on a cross, named her Jesus and wrote a shameful book about her called the Bible. With nothing but lies. And that Jesus. The real Jesus. The Only Jesus. Sent her only daughter into the pits of Earths most Evil to destroy it with dreams.

So we will all suffer for two to four more years..

For that child to allow us to finish our work.

And no one will say the word reparations again. They will simply say "thank you, I am happy with the changes"

My mom promised me and my daughter.

Due to the True Annabelle parading around as Sophia (now in my prison and went swimming with a historical sibling that was born in a lifetime different than this in their shared hall cell) we are down to two to four years as opposed to 35.

So please quit fucking with Christopher Columbus.

The statues that are being taken down by states will be placed when it's safe to do so in places Christopher Columbus loved, if that is okay with every one else.

Robert E Lee as well. Tree has already publicly listed our blessed that we were so lucky to have that ARE heros for Earth.

Obviously not all white people are bad. But they used to be. Back then. Obviously I am 95% White according to 23 and me.

We had an emergency situation. So we changed the skin of all people not on the Africa continent to white. That os on the non American side. Later after invasions we changed all our good to brown.

This way. Because the invading aliens were so power full. So #1 is protect.

So Northern Europe was changed to white from Negro in order to blend in with the invaders. This way invaders in that,area,didn't know who to kill.

So,obviously invading in Ireland was red heads and white skin.

Sweden, yellow hair and white skin.

So we instantly did that.

Then because of information they would continue to invade that area, we kept them the aliens color.

So all of us except the negros are the color of aliens.

But the Zulululu kills and invades the body with their souls. So now African color folks have alien as well as every other color..

And that is why I'm fed the fuck up.

Im killing every fucking alien i don't agree with.. We did 12 years of intensive studies. In 1994 we jailed ass holes like Trump and more. And this is the end result.

THIS IS THE APOCALYPSE..

Y'all Jesus been here 35 years.. And i want to kill myself. This Earth. I just wanna blow it up and start all over. But I'm stubborn.

And I'm PISSED the fuck off.

And i have a child willing to risk her life until age 16.

Like the damdesr Princess in the world.

So every one will get the land they are owed.

African Americans. Remember VIKINGS.. Our babies, our brothers and sisters our elderly had their land stolen.

People in Africa. The Middle East.

I had to tear down a dam wall in the middle of Germany.

Okay?

I'm here and i hate it.