#its never the babies its always the parents

[quarterlifekitty]

The Gaz secret baby post was sooo delicious. He totally would go "oh fuck yeah a baby it’s baby time". You've infected my brain with this trope and the doctors are saying it's incurable 🤒 I keep thinking of Nikolai in this trope!

He's not made his attraction to you any secret – you dismiss any reciprocated feelings because it's just not realistic with both of your jobs. The task force finishes a gruelling but successful op with him, and everybody decides to let loose for a night. After a few many rounds of drinks… you inevitably fall into his bed.

Cut to 5 weeks later, you're staring at a positive test and wondering how long you can keep this a secret. You resolve to never let Nik know he's the dad. Someone who loves his job, disappearing for months… you decide it's best for your child to have at least one present parent and maybe you're scared of the rejection.

I’m so ashamed I haven’t done this trope for Nikolai!!! I love the idea of you trying actively to hide it— it’s not just a one night stand thing, you really know each other and you’re still trying to get away with it.

At first, when he sees the baby— he just assumes it can’t be his, because you would’ve told him, wouldn’t you? Surely you wouldn’t think he didn’t want anything to do with a perfect, chubby baby made from both you and him. So when he’s questioning, it’s about the timelines. He knows there wasn’t anything labeled between you— it was one night, he wasn’t your boyfriend, but the beast inside him still bares its teeth at the idea that you fucked someone right after he fucked you.

Price, for all that Nik is his best mate, promised to be your confidant as your captain, and he wouldn’t betray that. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t a messy bitch who will start making a whole load of implications. Some of them are pretty crude, too, because he’s trying to goad Nik into confronting you. Saying things like “You should dick ‘er down again soon, last time it settled her down like you wouldn’t believe.”

It makes Nik more and more sure that there wasn’t anyone else. You were never really the type. Which means the baby must be his, and for some reason, you don’t want him to know.

That makes his blood hot. The idea that you don’t want him to father his own baby. You’ve always been a bit bristly to him, and he’s never known exactly why— he was hoping to find out the morning after you fell into bed together, but you ran out first thing, and he was contracted in a job soon after.

So he hangs over you more than before, watching from a distance, the gears turning as he considers what the fuck to say to get you to fess up. He wants to hear you say it. He doesn’t want to just ask and have you confirm or deny.

It hurts that you don’t want to tell him. That you don’t feel it’s safe for him to know. That you’re trying to protect yourself and the cub from him knowing. And despite the support from your own squad— it can’t have been easy for you.

But he also doesn’t want to miss out on another second of fatherhood. There’s an impatient roiling in his gut about it. Seeing your fat little baby, his fat little baby, and not being able to wordlessly lift it from your arms and hold it close to his chest and kiss its head.

So he’s conflicted, to say the least.

[burningembers91]

The Baby Shower - The Salesman x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Freak of Nature On Display A Game of Cat and Mouse Crime of Passion Rare Gunpowder and Lace Like a Dog Three Little Words

Synopsis: While attending your friend's baby shower, The Salesman can't help but think about what it would be like to have a family of his own. But how could he be a loving father, when the only person he's ever cared about is you?

He disliked social events, detested having to made idle conversation with people he didn’t have any interest in. The mindless small talk drove him to the brink of insanity, the idea of having to talk about cars, jobs, and how much people paid for their watches was enough to give him an aneurysm. He’d managed to avoid needless social interaction for most of his life, but now that he had you, necessity required he dip his toes into the world of dinner parties, social gatherings and idle chit chat.

As much as he loathed talking to anyone who wasn’t you, he loved you more, and he’d walked across broken glass if you told him to. “It’s only for a few hours,” you smiled, zipping up your form hugging dress. “I know you hate these things, but she is my bestfriend after all.” You knew how much he hated attending parties with you, and you felt bad for making him go. You told him that you didn’t mind if he stayed at home, but staying at home wasn’t an option for him. He needed to be close to you, a loyal dog sticking by his mistress. He couldn’t stand to be away from you, even for a minute, so he’d brave the party, just for you. Everything he did nowadays was all for you. “When we get back, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me,” you whispered, smirking at him slyly in the mirror.

He was instantly hard, the list of desires he had too long to play out in his head. You always let him take charge when you got home from a party, always allowed him to punish you for the mundane torture he’d endured surrounded by your friends. “You’ll regret saying that,” he smiled, coming to stand behind you, his hands trailing up your body to the delicate curve of your neck. He tightened his grip ever so slightly, a small moan of pleasure escaping you as his hand gently closed around your throat. “I’ve never regretted letting you punish me,” you whispered, you hand snaking behind you to gently grip his growing erection. You were locked in a stalemate, both you desperate to tease the other, to see who would break first.

“Why don’t you let me punish you now,” he growled into your ear, his teeth grazing the soft, sensitive skin of your earlobe. “I could let you attend the party with my handprints on your ass. Maybe I’ll make you walk around with no underwear on while I drip from that pretty little pussy of yours.” You were so close to relenting, to letting him have his way. But you didn’t have time to play now, you were already late. “You’ll just have to be patient,” you smiled sweetly, squeezing his aching bulge between your grasp a little tighter. He moaned into you, his face buried in your hair as your fingers worked him through his suit. Your touch was his drug, the one thing he craved more than anything in the world. “More,” he grunted, pushing himself further into your touch. His hips bucked against your hand; his eyes fixed on yours in the mirror as he chased his high. “Later,” you whispered, pulling your hand away. He groaned in frustration, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. “We need to get going,” you told him, grabbing your purse from its hook on the back of the bedroom door. “I can’t be late to my best friend’s baby shower.”

The party was just as dire as he’d expected, everyone laughing and chatting about the prospect of their friends’ becoming parents. He’d never felt paternal before, had never understood the fascination with bringing a child into the world. He did his duty, plastering a smile on his face, asking your friends about their jobs and their families. But then he noticed you, your hands proudly cupping your friends growing baby belly, the two of you lost in conversation. Something stirred within him, some carnal desire he’d never felt before.

He pictured you with a growing baby bump, your hands pressed to your lower back as you looked lovingly down at your belly. He imagined his hands cupping your bump protectively as you fell asleep each night, of placing soft, sweet kisses on your stretchmark covered stomach. You’d be a wonderful mother, so caring and kind. But what kind of father would he be? He wasn’t capable of loving anyone or anything other than you. He tried to push the thought from his mind, convincing himself it was just residual desire leftover from the moment in the bedroom. And yet the thoughts persisted. Thoughts of you bringing a baby home, of cradling the tiny life in your hands as you sat by the window. He was getting angry now, the incessant images of you caring for his baby weaving their way into the fibres of his brain. He couldn’t risk bringing a baby into the world, not when he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to love it.

That night, he was extra rough when he punished you. He forced you to your knees, fucking your throat with his aching, hard cock until tears streamed down your face. He bent you over the bed, spanking you until your skin turned red. He fucked you into the mattress, your face buried in the pillows as he took his frustration out on your tight, dripping core.

But after the punishment, when he’d returned to being your faithful little dog, the thoughts resumed. Thoughts of you growing his baby, thoughts of walks through the park with a stroller, of nighttime feeds and days out at soft play. The baby would be part of you both, your combined DNA. But he couldn’t choose what parts of him the baby inherited. Would they be as cold and callous as he was? Would they get kicks out of torturing and taking the lives of innocent people? Would they grow up to be just as evil as their father?

He didn’t sleep that night, his mind whirling as his thoughts consumed him. He stared down at you as you slept, your soft body pressed against his. He had no doubt you’d be a great mother.

But what kind of father would he be if he felt nothing for the life he helped create?

[mimi-fy]

Why j*mmy did it

18+ (tw r*pe)

There is many reasons why jimmy r*ped Anya and ill be going over some missed or overlooked information in the story so here are the most plausible causes that led up to jimmy snapping and doing such a horrible thing (an im not justifying what he does im just trying to look into jimmys mind and see what caused this as the game didn’t give us a clear reason)

He was jealous of her, this is the most common and logical cause of why jimmy did such a thing. The crew sees jimmy as a black sheep, he just stands out, you have curly the captain, anya the nurse, daisuke the young joyful intern, and you have the mature swansea the parental figure. And jimmy is the odd one, just a replacement and half of what curly is. Jimmy doesn’t have any deep conversations with anyone that stand out, and doesn’t like to interact with others hes seen as antisocial. The interaction that stuck with me was when daisuke is blackout drunk, jimmy is worried. He sees this young boy who was so loud sweet and childish, made into a drunkard. This means jimmy could’ve seen himself, so when daisuke rants his ear off about his life, jimmy doesn’t say anything and takes away the alcohol from him. This means daisuke and jimmy could have something in common. That they were slackers when they were younger, didn’t know what to do in life, and weren’t good at anything, they screw ups. Jimmy felt bad for him and related to him, explaining why daisuke got much more guilt out of jimmy, more than others. Daisuke drank alcohol, because he saw his parental figure at the time swansea do it. In jimmy analysis it’s most likely that jimmy was in an abusive and non-loving home he most probably saw his parents having addiction problems and took alcohol too. So how does this relate to Anya? Anya is a young optimistic woman, she’s overly kind and she knows what she wants too be, her parents dont support her but she is still an honest woman. She isn’t a coward like jimmy and she wants to be a nurse, even if she failed eight times to get into medical school, she still tries, be cause she knows what she wants and isn’t confused. Unlike jimmy who is a coward and gives up easily. She’s close with everyone, while jimmy isn’t, hes only close to curly who is like a puppet to him. Jimmy always saw Anya as his mistake, where Anya fixed it where he fucked up. She always fixed it (ex curly). He saw in Anya what he could’ve been, but he fucked it all up too the point where he couldn’t fix it. He continued to see Anya as a mistake even after he r*ped her, he saw Anya as her tarnishing his role, then saw the baby in her and then overlooked her, he always saw his mistakes in Anya. And he hated it, so he wanted to take her purity away and make her cruel, just like him. So he wasnt the coward, so he couldn’t be jealous of nothing. So that she cant stand against him as she’s inferior, and hes on the podium.

He wanted to sabotage curlys position, this is also another jealous thought, but it’s more targeted to curly and not as logical. He is jealous of curly and how that he gets put on this podium instead of jimmy, as jimmy has worked equally as hard as curly has. But hes still mid-way through the ladder while curly is at the top, everyone loves curly too, and hes the weird one. Jimmy is the one weighing him down, curly stays with jimmy only because hes forced too. But now that the person he is freeloading off is going to better places and he no longer has an escape. Jimmy has to take responsibility. Something he never does or has done before. It’s curly who is always taking responsibility, even jimmys responsibilities. Jimmy doesnt see curly, he finds it hard to differentiate between curly and the ship (explaining the valve scene) so if jimmy causes something on the ship, the ship will go down with its captain. If jimmy causes something horrible on that ship, itll cause curlys reputation to become ruined along with the ship. If jimmy r*pes Anya, curly will be assumed to have to have something with it. Tarnishing his reputation and making curly unable to clean the dirt off his boots, that hell always be stuck with them, haunting curly for life. So even if jimmy was held accountable to his crimes of r*pe, it would’ve been under curlys eyes, under curlys watch. So that curly could never be a captain again, exactly what jimmy wanted. If Jimmy couldn’t be captain, curly cant either. So curly and jimmy not wanting to take responsibility, curly leaves jimmy incharge to take care of it, not knowing what jimmy had in store. Jimmy crashed the ship blamed it on curly, became captain. Exactly what jimmy wanted. Where curly couldn’t stop him, and curly was unable to be captain, and where jimmy was control of everyone and everything, and that he wasnt the odd one, curly is, he crashed the ship not jimmy.

[gs29]

Missing Baby

Squid Game Master list

The wind howled through the empty expanse of the island, carrying with it the chill of a place that had long since lost its warmth. The guards moved in their usual rhythmic patrols, walking silently between the stark, grey buildings and tall fences that marked the boundaries of the compound. Everything was rigid. Everything was controlled.

But today, as one of the guards was making his rounds through the outer courtyard, a faint sound broke through the usual silence—a soft, unfamiliar giggle. He paused, his head snapping toward the source of the sound, his gloved hand hovering near the grip of his weapon. The sound was faint, but unmistakable. It was the innocent, unfiltered laughter of a child.

He took a step forward, scanning the area, his eyes narrowing behind his mask. At first, he saw nothing. The place was desolate, just as it always was. The same high fences, the same grey walls, the same oppressive silence.

Then, he noticed it.

A tiny figure, crawling slowly across the cold concrete, caught his eye. A baby. A small, vulnerable child, no more than a few months old, with a little blanket tangled around its legs. It was crawling toward one of the guards who stood motionless nearby, as if it had chosen him as its destination.

The guard’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately dropped his hand from his weapon. The baby’s tiny hands pushed against the concrete, its innocent eyes wide with curiosity, its tiny body wobbling slightly as it moved. There was a soft, happy giggle that escaped from the baby’s mouth, followed by a coo, as if it had no idea where it was or what was happening around it.

The guard took a cautious step forward, his gaze flicking around the courtyard, looking for any sign of the child’s parents. But the place was eerily quiet, and there were no other signs of life.

“Where did you come from, little one?” he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with disbelief.

A few more guards who had been patrolling nearby noticed the baby as well. They stopped in their tracks, exchanging glances, uncertain of what to do. The moment was so out of place—so foreign—that they didn’t know how to react.

One of them, the tallest and most imposing of the group, stepped forward. He was known for his cold, calculating demeanor, but now, there was something different in his eyes—something almost hesitant. He lowered his mask slightly as he knelt down beside the baby, his gaze softening just a touch as the baby giggled again, reaching toward his gloved hand.

The baby’s hand grasped at the guard’s finger, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to fade away. It was just the baby and the guard, the cold stone walls of the compound nothing more than a distant memory. The guard blinked, as if trying to understand how this innocent, helpless creature had found its way to him.

"Where are your parents, little one?" he asked softly, his voice quieter than it had ever been in this place. But the baby only responded with more giggles, oblivious to the question, as it reached for the tall guard’s face, its tiny hands swatting at his mask in innocent curiosity.

The other guards stood at a distance, their expressions varying from confusion to awe. They had never seen anything like this in their years on the island. There had been deaths, violence, cruelty—but never a child, never a newborn.

The guard holding the baby straightened up slightly, lifting the small form into his arms, but with care, as though afraid he might break something so fragile. His usual stoic mask had softened, the weight of the situation grounding him in a way that was entirely unfamiliar.

“Has anyone seen… a parent?” he asked the others, his voice laced with a slight tremor of concern. “Where is this child’s mother and father?”

The other guards exchanged uneasy glances, looking around in vain. The courtyard was empty. The baby had appeared out of nowhere, and the world of the island, always so precise and controlled, was thrown into disarray by its mere presence.

One of the younger guards, his voice uncertain, finally spoke up. “Maybe… maybe we should take it to the frontman?”

But the suggestion was met with a series of hesitant glances. The frontman was a figure of power, an imposing force who controlled every aspect of the island. But this wasn’t about the games. This wasn’t about power or control. This was about a child—someone too young to even comprehend the dangers of this place.

The tall guard, still holding the baby, shook his head. “No. We won’t take it to the frontman. Not yet.” His voice was firm, but there was something softer in it, something protective. He glanced at his fellow guards. “We’ll find its parents first. And if we can’t... we’ll take care of it.”

For a moment, the guards said nothing. The weight of his words hung in the air, and despite the cold, oppressive atmosphere of the island, the atmosphere had shifted. There was no longer just the silence of control—there was an almost fragile sense of responsibility.

“We should look for its parents,” one of the younger guards said, his voice hesitant but resolute. “But if we can’t find them... we should keep the child safe. It’s… it’s just a baby.”

Another guard nodded in agreement. “A baby doesn’t belong here.”

The first guard who had noticed the child gently rocked the baby in his arms, his eyes flicking over to the others. “Then we’ll keep it safe. We won’t let anything happen to it.”

The guards, usually so cold and emotionless, now found themselves united in a shared responsibility—one that transcended the rigid rules of the island. In a place where death and violence ruled, there was a moment of humanity that couldn’t be ignored.

The baby, still unaware of the turmoil around it, giggled again, its little hands reaching for the guard’s mask with innocent curiosity. The guards stood around, each of them unsure of what would come next, but one thing was certain: they would not abandon the child.

For a brief, fleeting moment, the island was no longer just a place of darkness and fear. It became something else entirely—something fragile, something new.

And as they looked at the baby, the guard who had first lifted the child into his arms smiled faintly, though it was only for a second.

“We’ll protect you,” he said softly to the baby. “You’ll be safe with us.”

The guards, their thoughts heavy with responsibility, carefully decided on their next course of action. It was clear that the baby was no longer just an anomaly to them—it was a fragile life that needed care, and they couldn’t ignore that.

“We need to find its parents,” the tall guard repeated, his tone now one of resolve. “Let’s move. We’ll start at the main compound.”

With the baby cradled in his arms, the guards made their way through the compound, moving with a strange urgency that wasn’t typical of their usual patrols. The baby, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, continued to giggle and coo, reaching up toward the guards’ masked faces with wide, curious eyes.

After a few minutes of walking, the guards arrived at a familiar door, the one that led to the private quarters of Gong Yoo—the man they all knew as the enigmatic salesman. They had seen him many times before, walking through the halls with an air of quiet power, always keeping to himself. But today, his presence would be more than a mere formality.

The guards hesitated, glancing at one another. The tall one, still holding the baby, stepped forward and knocked softly on the door.

Inside, you were quietly tending to your son’s things, organizing the small nursery space where Joon—your precious baby—had spent the last few weeks growing more and more curious about the world. You and Gong Yoo had been blessed with your child in a place where such blessings were rare. But you both cherished every moment, every soft giggle and every milestone Joon reached, even in the shadow of the cold island around you.

The door opened, and you looked up, your gaze meeting the tall guard’s. His usual steely demeanor softened as he looked down at the child in his arms.

“Excuse us,” the guard began, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. “We… we found this child in the outer courtyard. We’ve been looking for his parents.”

Your heart skipped a beat. There was something about the child that seemed familiar, something that triggered an instinct in you. As the guard stepped aside, you took a few cautious steps forward. Gong Yoo, hearing the conversation, moved to stand beside you.

And then you saw him. The tiny bundle in the guard’s arms, his face squished in adorable confusion as he reached out toward you.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat.

“Joon?” you whispered, barely daring to believe your eyes.

Gong Yoo’s face shifted, his expression one of disbelief. He stepped forward, his arms trembling slightly as he took the baby from the guard. For a moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen. You both held your son—your baby, your Joon—who had somehow made his way into the outer courtyard without either of you noticing.

“He’s safe?” Gong Yoo whispered, a soft relief in his voice as he cradled the baby to his chest, his hands gently stroking the child’s soft hair.

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. “He’s here,” you whispered. “He’s really here.”

The guard who had held Joon in his arms stepped back, silently watching the reunion, his hands folded behind his back. The other guards stood nearby, eyes trained on you both, unsure how to proceed, but somehow aware that the situation had changed entirely.

“Where… where did he come from?” Gong Yoo asked, his voice hoarse, still trying to make sense of what had happened.

The tall guard, who had been the first to find Joon, spoke with careful authority. “We found him crawling in the courtyard. No sign of his parents. We thought… we thought he might belong to you.” His voice softened even further. “We couldn’t leave him out there.”

The guards' concern was palpable, and for a brief moment, you saw something unfamiliar in their eyes—a flicker of compassion, of duty that extended beyond the rigid laws of the island.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, your voice breaking as you took a step toward them. “I… I don’t know what happened. We were so careful.”

Gong Yoo placed his hand on your shoulder, his grip firm as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “We’ll figure it out. He’s safe now.”

One of the younger guards, his expression still filled with hesitation, nodded in agreement. “A child doesn’t belong here,” he murmured, his words heavy with a quiet understanding. He glanced at his fellow guards. “If you need anything… we’re here.”

The tall guard nodded solemnly. “We’ll leave you to your family,” he said, before signaling to the others. They turned and began to walk away, the sound of their boots echoing down the hall, leaving you and Gong Yoo in the quiet of your room with Joon in your arms.

You took a shaky breath, gazing down at your son’s tiny face, his eyes wide with curiosity as he looked up at both of you. A soft smile curved your lips, and you brushed your fingers over his little hands.

“He’s ours,” you whispered, the words tasting sweeter than anything you had ever said.

Gong Yoo smiled, his gaze soft and filled with love. “He is,” he agreed, holding Joon close to his chest. “And we’ll protect him. We’ll give him a life beyond this place.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the promise settle over you. There was nothing you wouldn’t do for your family. The island had no power over you anymore—not with your son in your arms, not with Gong Yoo beside you. Together, you would keep Joon safe, no matter what.

And as the baby let out a little giggle, reaching for his dad, you both shared a smile, the moment stretching out in the stillness of the room, and for the first time since arriving on the island, the world felt just a little bit warmer.

[libraford]

You tell someone to look at the photos with fresh eyes in the morning and they text you at 1am saying they need a reshoot.

[mamawasatesttube]

i have to speak my truth. i think timkon clone baby aus fucking suck

[pikapitou]

the next thing I really wanna write is anything to do with buck's self harm in search of love/affection... bc I can never pick easy topics

[kingtankgirl]

i mean like. lrb, they literally Are ceding the election to trump. that was the whole point of running biden again. and its crazy that ppl r like Get Out There And Vote! as if trump wasnt always going to win 2024. as if project 2025 wasnt Always going to be enacted (regardless of the talking head we call president). like this is very much the goal of the united states government at large, not any particular administration. once you can accept that its reality you can start working on your anxiety and actually start having a game plan. fascism can, will, and is coming for the imperial core of the world. It Can Happen Here. please get fucking real

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[eyepatchdate]

Jon Kent is so cute! Such a good boy...

I do love Jon Kent, especially in the Supersons era. Modern Jon is a little lackluster to me--he is too much like Clark. And. I am primarily a Clark fan, and it sucks to be trying to read about his son and to just be like 'i wish clark was here actually'. I WANT to like Jon desperately but post the age-up it's just not felt good to read stories about him.

[bylertruther]

fantasy au where will finds dragon eggs in his lil castle byers nook in the wilderness equivalent, but hardly anyone thinks they'll ever actually hatch even if they do indulge him and his fantasies about those old fossils.

still, will always makes sure to keep them safe and warm, tending to them with the same sweetness he treats all creatures. he talks to them so they're not lonely by telling them about his day as he's settling into bed and playing them music when he gets ready in the morning. he changes the blankets they nest in, wrapping them up nice and snug. he laces up his boots and ventures out to retrieve them always, no matter the weather, whenever lonnie's had enough of his delusions and thrown them away somewhere, hoping that he'll finally give up on this boyish folly of his.

mike is different, though. he's always had faith in will's dragon eggs, and he's actually the first person that will showed them to (something something it's part of those "special privileges" he's always bragging about to dustin and lucas). he made will a list of all the names he thinks might fit them, for when they hatch of course, and it's one that they're constantly adding to whenever they think of a new one.

will's never said it aloud, but while he fully supports this list, and appreciates it dearly, he's always intended on letting mike name the blue one whatever he so desires. they're his dragons, yes, but will trusts mike and he wants him to be a part of this. he is a part of this already, he always has been, and will would have it no other way.

[accordionlover]

the problem with making music is That Shit's Embarassing .

[sleep-nurse]

Taking a morphine shot every fucking time i need to hear about how good my brother draws

[absoluteconceptofbeauty]

one downside of my mom starting therapy is she keeps thinking and asking things like What if instead of x your childhood was more like y would you be happier this way did i raise you well or not did i hurt you did it affect you when i said this and did that and do you remember bla bla event do you think it had an effect on you. Woman I'M not in therapy because I do not want to think abt all that

[no1ryomafan]

I mentioned this briefly last night in my last big post so here it is: The Ashe&Grey to Kei&Go parallel meme. I would’ve done a compare and contrast chart instead of listing out all the parallels but last time I did it the resolution was even worse then these 💀 besides just pointing out the similarities is funnier since I’d say overall their vastly different characters- but these baseline similarities I can’t help to notice even if I doubt it was a reference on ZXs part to Armageddon. Moral of the story they'd all be besties probably. (Also I’m going to ramble in the tags once more-)

[sillypilled-friendcel]

"what do you know about drinking" "what do you know about smoking" "what do you know about weed" "what do you know about drugs" you do not know me or my life!!!!!!