i will kill your infant daughter

anonymous asked:

if you were an ex-assassin on the run from dangerous and angry people who are trying to kill you, would you give your helpless infant daughter your actual name, one that you apparently used while assassinating for the CIA, so that they can instantly be tied back to you?

i mean absolutely it seems like a foolproof plan

Breaking Bad sentence starters

❝ Fuck you! And your eyebrows! ❞
❝ No one’s looking for you. ❞
❝ Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but _____? I didn’t picture that. ❞
❝ I do not like it when you don’t talk to me. The worst thing you can do is shut me out. ❞
❝ After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. ❞
❝ Right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? ❞
❝ I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but trust me, this line of work doesn’t suit you. ❞
❝ I don’t want him/her to die at all! That’s the whole point of this! So either help, or leave! ❞
❝ I don’t imagine I’ll be here very long. ❞
❝ Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good? ❞
❝ Are we just gonna grow a magic beanstalk? ❞
❝ We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die. ❞
❝ I don’t even know what to say to you. I don’t even know where to begin. ❞
❝ What happened to you? Really, what happened? Because this isn’t you. ❞
❝ I have spent my whole life scared. Frightened of things that could happen; might happen; might not happen. But I came to realize it’s that fear is the worst of it, that’s the real enemy. ❞
❝ This only works if they’re scared of you. ❞
❝ Is this just a genetic thing with you? Is it congenital? Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby? ❞
❝ You go marching out there, and within an hour, you’ll be dead. ❞
❝ I wanted to say that — I’m not exactly sure who that was yesterday, but it wasn’t me. ❞
❝ You either run from things, or you face them. ❞
❝ We have discussed everything we need to discuss. I thought I made myself very clear. ❞
❝ I can’t be the bad guy. ❞
❝ What’s wrong with spicing things up a little bit? ❞
❝ You know, sometimes it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back. ❞
❝ Facing death changes a person. It has to, don’t you think? ❞
❝ A man provides. And he does it even when he’s not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he’s a man. ❞
❝ This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed! ❞
❝ I’m not turning down the money, I’m turning down you! ❞
❝ Ever since I met you, everything I’ve ever cared about is gone. Ruined, turned to shit, dead.. I have never been more alone, I have nothing! No one! ❞
❝ So that’s your — flysaber? ❞
❝ Aww, that was so sweet, I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit. ❞
❝ My advice? Never make the same mistake twice. ❞
❝ If you need assurance, I assure you I can kill you from way over here, if it make you feel any better. ❞
❝ If I can’t kill you, you’ll sure as shit wish you were dead. ❞
❝ You aren’t going to kill that dude in there. You know how I know? ‘cause you went to the trouble of putting a blindfold on him. ❞
❝ How did everything get so screwed up? ❞
❝ I am not in danger. I am the danger. A man opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks! ❞
❝ I like to think I see things in people. ❞
❝ You’ve signed my death warrant. And now you want advice? ❞
❝ I will kill your wife/husband. I will kill your son/daughter. I will kill your infant son/daughter. ❞
❝ I alone should suffer the consequences of my choices. No one else. ❞

SQW day 5 - Waking up (Enchanted forest AU)

Hello hello! Day 5 of Swan Queen Week is already upon us, so here’s my entry for day I still owning but my ideas, and I’m still hoping you’ll enjoy reading my text!


Regina woke with a start. She tried to catch her breath and immediately regretted it: it felt as if she was trying to breathe through half a dozen cloths draped over her mouth, and the effort made her ribs hurt. In a fit of coughing, she eventually managed to roll to the side and ease the pain in her ribcage. She kept coughing for a few more minutes, the air wheezing in and out of her parched throat feeling like glass paper. When she had regained enough brain oxygenation to keep her head from spinning too much, she looked up and glared at her surroundings as if they had personally offended her.

The bedchamber was still as impeccably tidy as when the queen had gone to sleep, and a few warm rays of sunlight were shyly piercing through the heavy drapes. There was nothing in the room to indicate what could have roused her from sleep, until Regina heard a metallic noise behind her.

Regina turned around so quickly that she almost fell from her bed, and came face to face with a sword. Or, more precisely, a young woman holding a sword. Regina frowned an tried to sit up more properly, in an attempt to look more menacing.

“Who are you? And what do you think you’re doing in here? Also, please don’t point that thing at me.”

The other woman’s big green eyes had been filled with surprise when Regina had turned around. Her expression quickly changed, however, to one of defense at Regina’s snarl. Still, she lowered the sword and placed it gently against the bed frame.

“I’m Princess Emma of the White Kingdom. And you’re the Evil Queen.”

“I’m perfectly aware of who I am, thank you very much” Regina’s voice was thick with disdain and dehydration. She searched the young woman’s face for a few minutes, grimacing when she got the confirmation of what she was thinking. “You’re that idiot Snow White’s daughter.”

The princess narrowed her eyebrows as she nodded. “You must be incredibly bitter for these to be the first words you say after being asleep for over 20 years.”

“Well, excuse me if my conversation skills are not entirely up to your standards, Princess. I wasn’t exactly expecting to be woken up and have to make small talk with you.” Regina’s voice was still hoarse from the lack of water, and she couldn’t help the next coughing fit that escaped her. Emma jumped up from her seat to hand her a flask, which Regina eyes suspiciously.

“It’s water. Drink it, you’ll feel better.” Upon seeing Regina refuse the drink, Emma shook her head impatiently. “Don’t be stupid. If I’d wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it long ago. Now drink the damned water so you can stop coughing.”

Regina took a gulp and, relieved that she wasn’t rolling over in agony, took a few more sips until the cough had sustained.

“What do you mean, you would have killed me long ago?” Regina’s curiosity took her out of her angry staring at the intruder.

“I, uh… I’ve been coming here for the past couple years, every once in a while, to check on you.” The princess at least had the decency to look embarrassed.

“To check on me?” To say Regina was surprised was an euphemism. Never since her father’s death and her subsequent failure at casting the curse had anyone ever bothered to check on her.  

“There was talk about some other curse, a couple years ago, so I came to see if perhaps you’d woken up. You were still deep in sleep, so I knew it wasn’t you, but you looked so helpless I started thinking – what if someone came in and killed you in your sleep? I’ve been coming back ever since to make sure it wouldn’t happen.”

“Why would anyone want to make sure I didn’t get killed, least of all you?” None of what the princess made any sense to Regina. If her curse had worked, the young woman and her parents would be cursed to an eternal life of unhappiness, so why would she feel concerned in the slightest about her safety?

As if she was reading her thoughts, the princess answered “It probably doesn’t make much sense to you, but… I grew up hearing all about you. About how the Evil Queen had tried to curse us all but – luckily for us – failed and was condemned to a life of exile, where she decided to curse herself rather than remain unhappy and alone. I used to ask my mother about you, about where you were from and how you’d become the Evil Queen. I think I was terrified, at first, that there was no real explanation as to why someone suddenly turned evil, and that I was scared I could accidentally turn evil too… I was a child!” she tried to defend herself when Regina smirked. “Anyway, my mother finally gave in before my relentless questions and told me all she knew about you: how the two of you met, how your mother was, how my mother betrayed your trust and how you were never happy after your boyfriend died… As I grew up, I eventually made sense of all of it, and I understood that your pain and bitterness at other people’s happiness made you what we call the Evil Queen, and I ended up feeling sorry for you. So when there was word of this new curse, I used it as an excuse to find out exactly where your castle was, and I came to see you. And then I…” Emma stopped her rant and suddenly blushed deeply. She was breathless and didn’t dare look at Regina in the eye anymore.

Regina was left open-mouthed by all the princess had said. Finally, someone had seen her for who she was. In that moment it didn’t matter that this someone was her archenemy’s daughter that she’d fantasized about killing when she was just an infant; someone finally saw her as a person rather than this one dark, evil and dangerous entity. She looked down at her hands and noticed Emma’s hand was just inches away from hers. Without fully registering what she was doing, Regina placed her hand atop Emma’s, causing the young woman to look up at her.

“You’ll think I’m insane, but… I kept coming back to watch you sleep. You looked so peaceful, unlike in any other portrait of you I’d ever seen. I would stay here, by your bed, for hours and wonder how someone could be driven to such despair that she’d try to pretty much literally set fire to her own kingdom, terrorize her people and then curse herself for all of eternity when she failed. I also looked through your things – I’m sorry. I saw the last books you’d read, and I found your riding journal. The more things I found out about who you really were, the less I could hate you. And I started fearing those who hate you, for what they could do to you while you were so vulnerable. Regina – can I call you Regina?” Regina nodded quickly, urging Emma to go on. “As I watched over you, I think I started falling in love with you.”

It was like lightning had just struck Regina. This couldn’t be happening. No one except Daniel and her father had ever loved her. There must have been something so utterly unlovable about her that all who loved her ended up dead and with their heart crushed. And yet here she was, this young woman with her kind smile and thoughtful eyes, telling her she’d fallen in love with her as she was asleep and gently rubbing circles on the back of her hand. Regina couldn’t find her voice anymore, so she just listened as Emma spoke. Emma spoke of how she sometimes read some of the books to Regina, or how she would update her about the royal stables even though she herself hated horses. She went on to fill Regina in on what had been happening in the kingdom, and Regina was surprised to discover a smart and funny woman, nothing like her dimwitted father and unbearably optimistic mother. Emma kept talking for what felt like hours, until they reached the point in her story where she was animatedly explaining exactly how Regina had woken up.

“… and I took your hand in mine, and I kissed your hand to pay my respects, and then – you moved!”

For the second time that day, Regina felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

“You… you kissed me?”

Emma’s smile faded, surprised at Regina’s reaction. “I’m sorry, it was – it was just your hand! I never would’ve – not while you were asleep! I thought –”

“No no, Emma, I’m not mad, it’s just… You kissed me, and I woke up?” Regina’s voice was on the edge of breaking, and she repeated that last sentence a couple times until recognition spread across Emma’s features.

“Ooooohh! Do you think – True Love’s Kiss?”

“I don’t know!” Regina was panicking now. She wasn’t ready nor prepared for all of this. But as she saw the blissful smile Emma was now sporting, she thought maybe, just maybe, things would be okay now.

Messes

Originally posted by sonyeondan

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Genre: The fluffiest cotton candy fluff to ever exist

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Length: 770

Request: For a jimin scenario you could do something like, maybe you come home from shopping to see your husband jimin and either, your infant child is a mess while jimin is trying to clean them up before you got home or like him playing a silly game with his 5-6 year old son or daughter! It would be so cute!

A/N: I kinda put together the ideas in your request, but i hope you like it! BUT FOR REL THOUGH, JIMIN AS A DAD WOULD KILL ME -Jacy x


Getting up in the morning was always the hardest for you. You slowly pulled back the covers and headed towards the bathroom. With your toothbrush stuck in your mouth, Jimin came from behind to wrap his arms around your waist. His head laid on your shoulder with a sleepy grin.

“Morning to you,” he said as he playfully rocked your bodies from side to side. Just as you were about to respond, a cry was heard from the room across from your bedroom. You quickly moved towards the door and he stopped you.

“It’s fine, I got it.” You nodded gratefully and continued on your routine. When you finished, you stepped out of the bathroom.

You slowly approached the two sleeping figures on your bed. The scene in front of you was the result of an early morning wake up.

Your daughter Ji-yoo was snuggled at his side. Her head laid on his arm as they lightly dozed. You slowly eased onto the bed and bended down to place a light kiss on her nose, careful not to wake her. Her nose wrinkled a bit in response and turned her head to snuggle deeper to her father.

You reached across her to place a kiss on Jimin’s lips. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his lips curved up into a smile. “I’m going out to get groceries, okay?” You whispered with a smile in return. He nodded and you placed another kiss on his lips before heading out.

Driving up to the grocery store was no problem, but the problem retained in the situation outside of your car. Rain poured down as if there was no tomorrow. Without an umbrella, you ran towards the grocery store doors in hopes it wouldn’t be like this when you were done.

You were halfway done your list when your phone rang.

“Jagi, are you done yet?” His voice sounded odd. In the background you could hear your toddler giggling and the water running. Maybe he was doing dishes?

“No, but almost,” your answer being short.

“Did you remember everything?”

“Yeah, I have a li-,” he cut you off.

“Milk? Bread?” The list continued and he listed almost everything on your list. Your suspicions started rising.

“Jimin, is something wrong?” You questioned frowning.

“N-no, just take your time, alright?” You could hear his tone begin to sugar coat the words he spoke.

“Okay?” You answered before he ended the call with a quick ‘I love you’. Your worries begin to appear and your thoughts clouded with them. With them in mind, you quickly finished your trip and headed home.

When you opened the door, with groceries in hand, you headed towards the kitchen. When you arrived in the kitchen, muddy footprints spread across the floor. Little ones and bigger ones. They trailed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. You followed them to the bathroom.

“Baby, I told you that mommy would kill me if we got dirty.” You could hear the frown in his voice, but somewhere in there was fear.

You heard the running water from inside and twisted the doorknob. Ji-yoo’s cheeks were covered in mud and Jimin was attempting to bath her. He didn’t seem to notice your presence until your Ji-yoo pointed a finger at you and grinned.

He turned around with a sheepish smile on his face.

“So this is why I was suppose to take my time?” You raised an eyebrow with a daring grin.

“I can explain. She wanted to go outside to play since it just rained. Puddles and all.” His hands raised up surrendering.

A part of you wanted to grab his ear as punishment, but the other part wanted to just laugh at his innocent face. Before deciding what to do, you finished bathing Ji-yoo. After helping her settle with her toys, Jimin followed you in tow.

You turned around and grabbed his ear.

“Ah, ow, ow. I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he pleaded. His hands raised in surrender and after a couple seconds, you released him of his punishment.

“Just go clean up the floor,” you said rolling your eyes. He quickly placed a kiss on you cheek in response. Never the less, you couldn’t stop the smile rising on your face. You shook your head following him towards your playing toddler.

“Mommy is the best,” he cheered as he bounced Ji-yoo on his hip. She cheered at how happy her father was and clapped her hands.

This was the small family that you call home.


THE LITERAL CHEESIEST FLUFF + JIMIN BEING A DAD EVER.

Maid To Serve

TITLE: Maid to Serve

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty Seven

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you have been sold to a slave trader to pay a debt. One day you are bought and given to Loki as a gift. He ignores you at first, but he slowly begins to notice your attention to small details in your daily tasks and your funny little quirks. He tries everything he can to seduce you, and the more you resist the more intrigued he is.

RATING: Teen and Up

NOTE: This has gotten WAY darker than I intended, but I adore it. I better put in a trigger for mentions of rape here. 

“Where is she, Njall?” Loki demanded, taking long calculated strides by the king. “She needs to be stopped.”

“We have no idea if she is even doing anything.” Njall defended.

“Then surely you would want her name cleared?” Loki asked with a raised brow. “If she is not at fault for any of this, then surely you will want that proven immediately?”

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Citizens of Luna, I ask that you stop what you’re doing to listen to this message. My name is Selene Blackburn. I am the daughter of the late Queen Channary, niece to Princess Levana, and the rightful heir to Luna’s throne. You were told that I died thirteen years ago in a nursery fire, but the truth is that my aunt, Levana, did try to kill me, but I was rescued and taken to Earth. There, I have been raised and protected in preparation for the time when I would return to Luna and reclaim my birthright.
      In my absence, Levana has enslaved you. She takes your sons and turns them into monsters. She takes your shell infants and slaughters them. She lets you go hungry, while the people in Artemisia gorge themselves on rich foods and delicacies. But Levana’s rule is coming to an end. I have returned and I am here to take back what’s mine.
Soon, Levana is going to marry Emperor Kaito of Earth and be crowned the empress of the Eastern Commonwealth, an honor that could not be given to anyone less deserving. I refuse to allow Levana to extend her tyranny. I will not stand aside while my aunt enslaves and abuses my people here on Luna, and wages a war across Earth. Which is why, before an Earthen crown can be placed on Levana’s head, I will bring an army to the gates of Artemisia.
      I ask that you, citizens of Luna, be that army. You have the power to fight against Levana and the people that oppress you. Beginning now, tonight, I urge you to join me in rebelling against this regime. No longer will we obey her curfews or forgo our rights to meet and talk and be heard. No longer will we give up our children to become her disposable guards and soldiers. No longer will we slave away growing food and raising wildlife, only to see it shipped off to Artemisia while our children starve around us. No longer will we build weapons for Levana’s war. Instead, we will take them for ourselves, for our war.
      Become my army. Stand up and reclaim your homes from the guards who abuse and terrorize you. Send a message to Levana that you will no longer be controlled by fear and manipulation. And upon the commencement of the royal coronation, I ask that all able-bodied citizens join me in a march against Artemisia and the queen’s palace. Together we will guarantee a better future for Luna. A future without oppression. A future in which any Lunar, no matter the sector they live in or the family they were born to, can achieve their ambitions and live without fear of unjust persecution or a lifetime of slavery.
      I understand that I am asking you to risk your lives. Levana’s thaumaturges are powerful, her guards are skilled, her soldiers are brutal. But if we join together, we can be invincible. They can’t control us all. With the people united into one army, we will surround the capital city and overthrow the imposter who sits on my throne. Help me. Fight for me. And I will be the first ruler in the history of Luna who will also fight for you.
— 

A messages from Selene Blackburn

*sheds tear* so proud of Cinder

Breakable. || Open

He sat on a park bench in town, holding a small infant in his arms as he bottle fed her, it had been only a little while since his wife had passed away from complications during childbirth, thus making their daughter his responsibility, he would protect her even if it killed him if needed.

“You look a lot like your Mother had.” He said with a soft but sad looking smile, he still couldn’t believe that she was actually gone so he would be mourning for awhile, she was wonderful, would have been a wonderful mother but died as she was going to become one.

Camila stood over her son’s crib, not knowing where Ashton was at the moment but not concerned at all. She was just content leaning on the crib bars and watching him sleep. Camila was so happy ever since Ashton confirmed to her that he did, indeed, love her, something that had been getting at her for weeks after Thomas was born. She carefully picked her son up from the crib, walking over to the rocking chair that Ashton and Luke had put in the nursery, right next to Thomas’ crib. “Ah, my baby boy.” She looked down at the sleeping infant as she sat in the rocking chair, and smiled. “God, I wish I could give you a little sister right now, I would kill for more of you.” She giggled, nudging her nose against his. “Give your daddy a daughter.” She nodded. “And you a sister, how nice would that be?”

Light in the Dark

For the anon who requested a “A new canon divergent end for 5x21 where Robin doesn’t die and Regina tells him about her struggles with the EQ and how she fears she’s meant to suffer. Robin comforts her and reveals a bit of his own dark past.

And for the (same?) anon who requested Regina explain why she’s so willing to give Zelena another chance.

Loosely a continuation of Subtle Comfort….which, you absolutely do not need to read before reading this.

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It’s our birthday! Also a pro tip to anybody contemplating having identical twins, for Christ’s sake LABEL ALL OF YOUR PICTURES even if you at the time are like, How could I ever mix up my babies, I will always look at this picture of them as small, unformed lumps and be able to tell them apart. Because thirty-six years later one of them will say to you, mom, which is me in that picture and you will have to look her straight in the eye and say, Honey I have no flipping clue. So you know, maybe avoid that.

Going by the suspicious squint of the lump on the left and the aggressiveness of the lump on the right, I’m pretty sure I’m the lump on the left, though. Usually if one lump is angry it’s Amy and if one lump is hanging back like, I know u got this bro, it’s me. Amy liked new things, I liked being sure if something was or was not going to kill me.

Anyway, thirty six years ago today we were born and I almost died: they lost my heartbeat and Mom was rushed to surgery. I came out quiet, but still here, Amy came out as mad as a nest of hornets. Apparently my grandparents spent the entire time their daughter was in surgery wondering if she would have one infant or two coming up with this joke:

Grandma: Lorraine! I know what you should name your girls!
Mom: *clutches infants thankfully* What?
Grandpa: GEORGETTE AND MARTHA.

(We were born on George Washington’s birthday, for non-Americans in the audience.)

Mom: HOW COULD YOU.

Actually we were supposed to be named after Mom’s two best childhood friends – Amy and Jean – and with two names our parents liked – Meghan and Suzanne – but after the drugs wore off Mom realized that Amy Suzanne K was not a great idea, so I have the names she liked and Amy is named after her best friends. Ten years later she remarried and desperately tried to get us to take his last name (Amy did, I did not, because Amy is louder but I am stubborner) and realized she’d almost had a child with the initials of, wait for it, ASS.

I was trying to figure out why I’m always like IT’S OUR BIRTHDAY. HEY. IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. WE’RE HAVING OUR BIRTHDAY– and not to go maudlin on you guys or whatever, but really, what we celebrate today is that we’re still alive, not that we were born. From losing my heartbeat, to Amy’s epilepsy, to that dark old time in my twenties when the only thing standing between me and the final quietness was the knowledge that there was unequivocally one person in this world who would be worse off without me, and would probably follow within a week to punch me repeatedly in the face, we’ve kept hanging on. 

So happy birthday to us! Go eat something you like. Drink a glass of water. Do something you like, and if that voice in the back of your head wants to know why you think you deserve it, tell it that Meg is having her birthday and that’s her present, you doing something good for yourself.