eva and her family

For the anti’s that say Lana Parrilla can’t act

Watch Teresa Ortiz talking about her mother’s death

Watch Sarah Gavin being tortured endlessly 

Watch Trina Decker tell Susan that she’s ‘a little more complex than that’

Watch Trina Decker tell Janet that she’s pregnant

Watch Trina Decker tell her husband that she’s pregnant and might want to keep the baby

Watch Nina Shaefer with her children 

Watch Nina Shaefer grapple with her feelings for another man

Watch Nellie Kendall discover that her husband is having the one thing she’s desperate for with another woman 

Watch Eva Zambrano tell a good man’s friends that he just died unexpectedly having been fine all day 

Watch Eva Zambrano give a young girl the hope of a future despite her upbringing

Watch Eva Zambrano comforting a little girl whose whole family could die

Watch Regina Mills period.

Skam Fairytales: Cindereva CH1

A/N: This is the first of a series of Fairtytale inspired Skam fics I have planned. They are all loosely based and pulls from various other stories that I have heard through the years. There are three that are currently in the works, this first one is (obviously) Chriseva, I have one Yousana and one Evak story planned and a Noorhelm one half-planned. This one like the rest was supposed to be just a one-shot, but I kind of got carried away.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, across the ocean and through the fields and the forests expanding far into the horizon, there were two kingdoms that lived through a constant state of war. People who lived in the two kingdoms could not remember a time of peace, before their nations started the battle that unrolled through decades and cost families fathers, sons, husbands and brothers.

It was the battle between the peaceful kingdom of the North, where the people fished for their trade and grew crops to keep their children fed and clothes on their backs and a roof over their heads, against the battle hardened kingdom of the South, where their soldiers were bred from young and taught to fight as children. Their king was a tyrant and a dictator and rejected all notions and requests from the North Kingdom for armistice and peace. The king only wanted war, he only wanted blood and all the people in the North knew about the Southern soldiers growing up was that they were blood thirsty killers who pillaged and plundered defenseless villages; destroyed their livelihoods and raped their women and bathed in the blood of their enemies and left their corpses out to be devoured by animals.

They were always immediately identifiable by their deep black uniform and blood red lining, and the menacing Wolf emblem on their chest piece.

It was the tale mothers would tell to their children to keep them from misbehaving: “Don’t be naughty, or the Penetrators will come to steal you from your beds as you sleep at night.”

It was the stories a little girl named Eva used to hear growing up, told to her by her mother when it was just the two of them curled up on the carpet, watching the crackle of the cinder burning in the fireplace.

Young Eva used to live in a big house with a large compound alongside her mother and her father and an array of animals that used to scurry around the household; dogs and cats and rabbits and mice and birds sitting perched on the windowsill singing their sweet songs.

But death and tragedy found Eva young even though she and her family lived on the outskirts of the kingdom, away from the town and the castles and so far away from the fighting often times it actually felt like it was nothing more than the fairytale her mother used to tell to her when she put her to bed.

She lost her mother to sickness and her father to heartbreak and lost her fortune and her house and her beautiful clothes over time to the debt collectors and money grubbing relatives, but Eva didn’t mind. She still had her animals and that was all that mattered to her.

She now lived in a ramshackle little hut at the edge of the clearing where the grassy plain met the mouth of the forest. It wasn’t a very big house but it was homely and it was cozy and it was hers and that was the only thing that mattered in the end. She planted flowers and vegetables in the small garden that surrounded her hut like a fence, the vines creeping up the outer walls and little purple flower blooming like Mother Nature’s own gift of artwork to her.

Her dogs and cats slept on the bed with her, the chickens and the birds perched on the arm rest of her worn sofa. The little mice and the squirrels in the potted plants hanging from the ceiling and the rabbits bunched up together at the foot of her bed.

It wasn’t a very big family, but it was hers.

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Hyde - Ravi/Kim Wonshik x Reader - Part 1

Summary: After having an unfortunate and frightening encounter with Kim Wonshik, you learn that he is in fact, sharing his body with a much more evil personality, Hyde (Ravi). A ruthless and violent person. When put into a situation where you encounter either of them almost everyday, not knowing which was which upon meeting, how will you manage to live a decent peaceful life, whilst developing feelings for the much more sane one of the two?

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Prologue PART 1 

When you woke up the next day, everything that had happened yesterday had felt even more surreal, you weren’t completely convinced it had even happened considering the fact your parents didn’t bring it up again.

Stood at the counter handing the pair of shoes left by the elderly man from the day before you were about to head to the back of the shop when you heard the soft tingle of the bell at the top of the door go off. Turning around, you were about to greet them when you suddenly ducked to avoid the line of sight of the person you feared most. Some would think it was the man from the day before but at times you thought this person could potentially be ten times worse.

Imagine the most wealthy and stuck up family in the country. Now imagine their daughter who was three times as snobby as the rest of them, after one unlucky day of delivering clothes you had the misfortune of meeting her. From that day on she had made it her mission to make your life a living hell. Why?

Because her ‘fiancé’ stole a pitiful glance at you, at least you thought it was one out of pity. She took it as her cue to constantly torment you. As she strolled up to the counter you bowed your head respectfully.

“I will get the store owner to come and serve you, Miss Eva.”

A brief smirk flashed across her face before she waved her hands in your face, flaunting the many rings on her fingers.

“That’s not necessary (y/n)! I love your dress! Is it made of hay? We have some leftover, but the horses have used it as a toilet, though I’m sure you wouldn’t mind. After all it looks like you’re already accustomed to it.”

You silently shook in anger, knowing that you weren’t able to retaliate because if you were to, you and your family would be finished. Turning away, you went to get one of your parents before stepping out of the building and taking a short walk, to clear your head. After a while, you returned only to be greeted with a horrific sight.

Rushing over to your parents they sat around the table with a guest you never thought you’d have to see again. Laughing and chatting as if they had been long lost friends, they didn’t even realise you had returned until the man from before had turned to you and smiled, acknowledging your presence.

“Ah, (y/n)! You’re back, this is Kim Wonsik! A regular, though I don’t think you’ve ever met.”

He smiled pleasantly at you and your head spun as you tried to make sense of things. Immediately grabbing your mum you dragged her out of the room before attempting to  warn her of the man in your home.

“That’s him, he’s the murderer! You have to run!”

She brushed you off with a nervous laugh and dismissed your warnings.
“Wonsik is no murderer, I know you’re old enough to drink but don’t you think this is too much? Me and your father have to tell you something so prepare yourself for when Wonsik is gone.”

Blinking back the tears that threatened to fall, you made your way back into the house and patiently waited in a far corner as far as possible from Wonsik. On his way out he bid you farewell and all you could do was keep your head down in fear of what he would do to you, however he just shrugged it off and made his way home. Sitting at the table with your parents you braced yourself for the seemingly important news.

“(y/n), we love you very much and we want you to have the best life you possibly can…”

Your father had started but you already knew you were going to hate the news and bit back a gulp.

“We’ve agreed to send you to Eva’s family to have the privilege of working with them!”

Scoffing you could already feel the tears welling up and lashed out at your parents.

“Work with them? Work WITH them? Don’t you mean ‘for’? You sold me to them didn’t you?”

Your father began to get angry and matched your raised voice with that of his own. “We did not-”

“No, you did! To pay off that stupid debt you owe them, all because you bought this stupid tailor in the middle of their territory! And to pay them off you sold your own daughter?! How revolting, how indecent of you! If it was such a big deal you should have just sold your souls to them!”

To say they were flabbergasted was an understatement, however, you weren’t going to stay behind to find out what your parents had to say about your ‘ungratefulness’. Going straight to your room, you immediately packed as many clothes and necessities you would need including your life savings. There was only enough to either buy a small room or live in a rent free house and use the money for food and clothes for at least a year. At this moment you’d rather do either instead of spending the rest of your life constantly scrubbing after Eva and her family. You had known many young girls who went to work for the family only to be seen once more, gravely ill and then no more. It wasn’t hard to deduct from this that they had been pushed over and beyond their limits and were not treated well enough to even survive a full two years.

Your mother stood at the door, fidgeting nervously, but once she had seen you she immediately went over and tried to persuade you to stay.

“(y/n), we don’t want you to live a pitiful life!”

Scoffing you shook off the hand she had on your arm and picked up your bag once more.

“You should have thought about that before you ‘sold’ me, I’m no different to a slave now, thank you for giving me a pitiful life in exchange for your own.”

Walking out, you didn’t turn back, not after your mother called out to you nor when your father shouted empty curses about how you’d be nothing if you left. All you wanted to do at this point was walk on through a forest and to a new town to start a new life.

And that was exactly what you done.

@skam writers

hmmmmmmmm I wonder

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I’m back with another chapter of Guardian Angel. Thank you all for being so understanding and so patient, you’re all wonderful! This idea was given to me by the beautiful @skittle479 hope you enjoy this chapter. You can find the last one here if you missed it.

GIF Credit: @knittingharlot

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Eva’s little heart pounded loudly in her ears as she watched her grandmother fall to her knees. “What’s wrong, Abuela?” she asked nervously. Lucia could only groan as she held her hands to her chest.

Nervously, Eva looked around the room for a way to help her Abuela. Her eyes stung with tears, what was she going to do? Her Papi was working and Vicky was with her sister.

Papi said he could only get emergency calls, this was an emergency, right? Looking at her grandmother, she felt more tears coming. Vicky told her always to call 911 for big emergencies; they were there to help them. “911, what is your emergency?” the woman answered.

“It’s my Abuela, I don’t know what’s wrong,” Eva cried nervously.

The woman on the other line was patient with her, “what happened to her sweetie?” the woman asked. Eva explained how they were dancing and Lucia fell to her knees holding her chest. “I told the police to go get your Abuela, can you stay on the phone with me until the police come?” she asked Eva.

“Yes, is my Abuela going to be okay?” Eva cried, holding Lucia’s hand. The dispatcher assured her that the police were on their way and they were bringing the ambulance. The responders would do everything they could to help her Abuela.  “Abuela, the police are coming,” Eva said tearfully to her grandmother.

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kkkatara  asked:

Since everyone is always sleeping on her, douse me with facts about Eva! What are her hobbies, does she like reading? What about her family? Dreamtrip? How did she discover her sexuality? Opinion on memes? Fave song?

Eva Tazi 💙 my girl 

1.) She loves reading. She would’ve been the Greatest student Corvus ever trained but she just doesn’t like…following a curriculum. She enjoys doing things her way and at her own pace. Which she pretty much ended up doing anyways during her trainee days. And it paid off. She’s probably the most knowledgeable one at magic. Though she’s very lowkey about this. So no one really knows that she knows the world and rules of magic like the back of her hand.

2.) Her family will be talked about in the comic. 

3.) Dreamtrip: she just wants to go on a cruise with some cute girls. Bonfire at the beach. Somewhere warm where she can lay back, sip on some vodka and bathe in the sun. And hold hands with a cutie. 

4.) Eva used to be on the girls soccer team in high school. once, during practice, she accidentally hit a girl on the head, who was sitting on the grass a few feet away from the field. she went to apologize but then kinda froze cause the girl was ridiculously pretty. all she was able to stutter out was “God,,daMN. Well Uh, you’re still cute so.” The poor girl was bleeding from her nose. Eva carried her to the nurses office and a month later, they started dating. This isn’t how she discovered her sexuality (she had always been attracted to girls since she was little) I just felt like sharing the story of how she met her first gf. 

5.) Her favorite Meme is Micc. She makes so many memes outta him. It’s great.

6.) Favorite song? mhm, not sure. Anything popular on the radio I suppose. 

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Of Fathers & Daughters

So enough of y’all yelled at me about this post that I figured I should just go ahead and write it. Sort of a little companion piece to the feels fest that is Safe and Sound For You, but you don’t have to have read it to know what’s going on. You can check it out on ff.net if that’s your preference.

Those who asked for a tag: @sammmtacular @timeless-love-story @pirateherokillian @mahstatins @snowbellewells @its-about-bloody-time-cs @katie-dub @hooksheroicheart @abbadons-little-witch @captainswan46 @bleebug @enjaydreaming @hollyethecurious @juneqparis @fuckyeahkillianemma @katealexandra26 @the-reason-to-sail-home @whimsicallyenchantedrose @marajade4s @iswearonouat @gldngrl7 


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Snow walks into the hospital room, a bag of food from Granny’s held aloft before her and Emma’s eyes light up.

“Give me the food and I give you the baby,” she says, drawing a chuckle from her mother. “I’m starving.”

Killian shoots her a look, annoyed. “I asked if you were hungry fifteen minutes…”

“I couldn’t smell it then,” Emma says, crossing her legs to make room for her mother.

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anonymous asked:

Why did Yui abandon her family to live inside the Eva? I never understood that...

Yui became Unit-01 to begin her agenda for Human Instrumentality project. Another step which was important was the seizure of an S-2 engine, which is what Yui takes from Zeruel in the 19th episode. Evangelions only last 5 minutes without an umbilical cable and the S-2 engine grants the user infinite stores of energy (levitation’s likely an added power because of the S-2). She wanted to use Human Instrumentality Project for proof of humanity’s existence. She reasoned that humans may exist on Earth, but the Evangelion is eternal. Yui’s rationalization makes sense with Eva ultimately being what it means to live (not just the human condition, but what it means to live also encompasses the angels’ desires as well). 

Part of what it means to live means doing what you can to prove you exist to others. Remember back to in episode 16 when Leliel told Shinji about the two facets of identity (that others perceive you and you perceive yourself; you can’t have one without the other, otherwise it’s hard to tell whether you exist or not). While Lilith can reset life (via casting living beings into LCL), living beings can re-assume their forms if they so choose. However, humans cannot live forever, or the planet we’re living on.


“Tell me about this woman.”

She’s very strong. And in pain.”


Her life’s been challenging.”


“Does she have a feeling for things not of this earth?”




wishing you all a very happy valentine’s day & nyfw from the loren-styles clan! oh, and me, i guess ;) here’s a drabble that picks up after the final drabble in the holiday series. enjoy! <3 love you lots and lots and lots and LOTS!!!!

in the frow - february 14, 2027

“Where’s mummy?” Madeleine asked, dodging Harry’s hands as he tried to wrangle her hair into a small ponytail. He was under strict instructions to make sure that Madeleine and Phoebe wore the outfits Eva left out for them and to have their hair brushed and styled. Usually, Eva let their curls run wild and guided them when they wanted to pick out their own. Today was much, much different.

“Mummy is at work,” Harry told her. “Maddie, can you let daddy do your hair?”

She shook her head, pushing her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. “Want mummy!” she protested, folding her arms across her chest, still clad in her cupcake pajama shirt.

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Our First Treedition

Day Two

Prompt: Riley and Lucas pick out / decorate their first tree together (sent by anon)
Word Count: 1,387

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Riley gently wraps her knuckles against the hard wood of Lucas’ apartment door. Before it swings open she hears the muffled shouts of Lucas’ father calling to his wife. Then, it’s Mrs. Friar whom welcomes Riley into the apartment with a warm smile. 

“Lucas, Riley’s here!” The cheery lady calls up to her son. 

“Be down in a second!” Lucas calls back. 

“Did you want anything to drink before we go darling?” Mrs. Friar offers. 

“Oh no thank you,” Riley politely declines.

“Riley!” Lucas’ little sister squeals when she spots the teen. 

“Hello,” Riley bends a little to hug back the young girl clinging to her side, “Excited to pick out a tree tonight?” 

“You bet!” She nods with a wide grin. 

“Thanks again for letting me tag along on your family outing,” Riley looks back up to the woman. 

“Oh it’s our pleasure!” Mrs. Friar is genuine, “Once Lucas told us you’ve never been tree shopping before it was more of an order than offer that you come along with us this year.” 

“Well I’m very excited about it,” Riley rocks on her heels. 

“What’s with the men in this family and taking so long to get ready?” Mrs. Friar shakes her head as she stares at her watch. “Lucas, James, would you please hurry up!” 

“Ready mama,” Lucas comes barreling down the stairs and doesn’t stop till he greets his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek. Mr. Friar isn’t far behind his son and the five of them set off for the evening. 

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anonymous asked:

prompt: Killian starts to hint that he would love to have a child with Emma. She doesn't get it until someone tells her.

Maybe Emma telling her little sister Eva how amazing her family is and David walking in on the story? (ff.net)

(That’s so cute!! I hope you like it and since the prompt from ff.net kinda matches I’ll just add it in here. Also, as a side note, after the most recent spoilers this one won’t be entirely fluffy.)



The room was filled with the soft orange light of the setting sun. Emma was standing in the center of the nursery, Ruth in her arms, her infant twin sister lying in the cradle before her, already fast asleep. Ruth however was very alive, laughter bubbling from the baby’s mouth as her tiny fingers reaching for her elder sister’s face.

On Emma’s face was a bright smile and all Killian could do was lean in the doorframe, not making any sound because he didn’t want want to disturb her. She looked so happy with the baby in her arms that he couldn’t help but wishing that the infant would be theirs.

They had been together for over a year now and Killian was pretty sure he hadn’t been very subtle about wanting an own family with her. He walked into the room, finally attracting Emma’s attention, her green eyes fixing on his, the wide smile still on her face.

“She looks so much like Henry when he was a ba-” she stopped mid-sentence, the smile falling from her face.

Tears started to well up in her eyes and she turned away from him, not wanting him to see her like this.

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Gangsta:CURSED. chapter 3 summary/translation

Hello! Here is chapter 3, which marks the first CURSED appearance of several other, already known characters. This time too, the scans were provided by lexbenedetto (go here). Especially this time, my translations are definitely not 100% correct, but I went with what made sense to me. Further information on that at the end of this post. Support Kamo Syuhei and Kohske by buying the first volume of Gangsta:CURSED. (and any other Gangsta. volumes or merch). Long post under the cut. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

7.000 followers fic prompt: Killian as the President and Emma as First Lady-maybe the first time they have to be apart cause he's off talking to the President of another country? Love you!!

Emma Swan, as one might expect, has dealt with a lot of shit in her political career. The foster-home beginnings, the trouble with the law and petty thefts, the 17-and-pregnant teen mom behind bars (even if not for her own crime) the clawing her way up from the bottom once she got released, earned her GED, fought to prove she was a fit parent for Henry, and got into politics just for the sheer fact that she was tired of having no say and no chance, had experienced the crappiness of the system firsthand. Climbed the ladder quickly, from state to U.S. Senator, and decided she wasn’t stopping now. Got the nomination, and kept on bulldogging. Then sat tensely with her family on Election Night at headquarters in Boston, and watched as the returns came in. As she and her running mate – Regina Mills, the tough-talking, no-bullshit-taking former Secretary of State – pulled off the nearly impossible, and became the first all-female President and Vice President in American history.

As the first woman, and one of the youngest occupants of the office ever (she’s only forty-three) and a blonde, attractive type who could double as a glamour model, Emma has been underestimated and dismissed at every turn. Her political rivals got a lot of mileage guffawing at the idea that she could hold tough talks with the Kremlin or the Iranians or anyone, or deal with the 3 AM phone call when it came, or fix the economy, or basically anything, and she’s spent a lot of time smacking them down on their sexist chauvinist asses. They’ve also had plenty of apparent fun dragging her husband through the mud, as Killian Jones has a similarly checkered past as a troubled, criminal runaway and Royal Navy dropout. America does have a hell of a crush on its handsome, witty, British First Gentleman, though, has preferred to forgive and forget most of this, and Emma supposes wryly that it’s progress that they objectify him as much as they do her; People in particular has run non-stop “Dress Like Madam President!” features to highlight her clothes, jewels, shoes, and any other thing that touches her body. Their young family – Henry, their sons Liam and David, and their daughter Eva – is also an object of press fascination and obsession, so that Emma has had to allow carefully staged release of pictures at varied times so nobody goes too crazy trying to get them. They knew this was coming, they’re willing to support her, but moving into this big white house on Pennsylvania Avenue has still been a change.

Tonight, however, she’s not there. She’s in London, attending a big G20 summit, and as it’s the first official trip of her tenure, she can’t help but feel a little lonely. She’s in her fancy hotel room (nay, suite) with state-of-the-art technology and a thirty-strong Secret Service escort and a pile of papers to read before tomorrow, and yet she’s in sweatpants, heels kicked off, as she grins at the Skype screen showing her family sprawled out for movie night. Eva, the youngest at four, isn’t entirely sure what mommy is doing on the other side of the screen, but is gamely waving anyway, seeing her father and brothers doing the same. “Hi, mama,” she says. “Hi, mama.”

“Hey.” Emma smiles. “What are you watching tonight, guys?”

Independence Day,” her loving husband informs her. “It’s the one where the aliens blow up the place, yeah?”

“You’re going to give her nightmares,” Emma says disapprovingly, tilting her head at Eva. Though she’s sure Henry, Liam, and David couldn’t wait for it. “Can’t you at least put on Hook or something in the background?”

“I’ve seen that bloody movie fifty times in the last week, she won’t stop watching it. One night without it won’t kill her. And Hoffman chews the scenery too much, it gets on my nerves.”

Emma smirks, as Killian has a remarkably finicky taste when it comes to on-screen Captain Hooks for whatever reason. One of his quirks. But he’s still him, the man she married, who’s been remarkably unimpressed by all the pomp and circumstance that comes with his new station (indeed, his first question when they moved in was whether they could still get pizza delivered). It’s already spawned a meme online, with various witty captions affixed to pictures of Killian looking unfazed by whatever important thing is happening in front of him: “[Insert Subject Here]?  First Gentleman Fucks Given: Zero.” Of course, their enemies have seized upon it as proof of Killian’s English elitist snobbery and general disdain for provincial America, but there you go.

“Good luck with the meeting, love,” he says now, smiling at her tenderly. “Can’t wait until you get home.”

“Me too.” She hasn’t spent a night away from him, as much as she can help it, in years, and it feels wrong, like she’s left her other half across the sea. “Cover Eva’s eyes if it gets too scary. That’s an order. Executive order, buddy.”

Killian smirks at her. “Aye, Madam President,” he says, and as always, it becomes a teasing, playful nickname on his tongue, the one thing that gives her belief in it, in them, in everything she’s doing. For him, for them, for the future, for the country that all the kids will grow up in, and not just theirs. “As you wish.”


aaaaaand look who got her stuff together. i know i haven’t posted since september, but life gets in the way and what not, but i’m here! almost ready to graduate! anyways, thank you for your patience. we’re coming into the best time of year for heva, so it only seemed fitting that another part of this was posted. without further ado, here is part three of a face to call home! i hope you enjoy. 

cashmere jumpers - december 2029

Harry watched as Eva’s hands splayed over her stomach, resting gently on the oversized cashmere jumper that concealed her bump. Her wardrobe as of late consisted of jumpers and coats that seemed to swallow her figure. It was what she wanted, though. Their lives had relatively calmed down regarding paparazzi and the public eye, but Eva was cautious, just as she always had been.

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