sorry for ripping your heart out

i. I miss you. Each day that you’re gone feels like a bullet in my chest. I’ve spent too many nights clawing open the wound that you left, now I’m sure it’s never going to heal.

ii. I’m sorry for pushing you away. Each day that you’re gone feels like I’ve lived and died a thousand times. Every star screams out for you, to come back, to come home.

iii. The infection in my heart is spreading. Each day that you’re gone feels like my bones are splintering. Ten thousand fragments entering my bloodstream, ripping my veins open from the inside out.

iv. I’ve spent the last week scratching open my throat. Each day that your gone feels like my skin is cracking open. The words that have died in my mouth are trying to shatter my teeth and tear open my lips, just to reach you again.

v. The sun doesn’t seem to want to rise today. Each day that you’ve been gone hurts more than the next. The moon doesn’t want to stay in the sky, it wants to rip a hole in space and time and slip away from reality. It would seem I do as well.

—  4-00am-thought 
The Aging Soulmate AU

For the last couple of days we’ve been sort of collaboratively been working on this, so thought I’d compile it in one place that wasn’t so long.

With new stuff because duh.  (It was quiet at work today so of course I thought about how I’d reply to the last things.)

Tagging everyone who displayed interest at the end.

Based on this post:

AU where people age until they reach 18 and then stop aging until they meet their soul mate so they can grow old together.

Oh look at that.  I have stumbled upon a soulmate AU that I would actually write for Arrow.  Huh.

@felicity-said–yes said:
I will give all the money i have to write Arrow like this.

Could you imagine the centuries old protector Vigilante of Star City, who meets the barely 25 hacktivist? oh my god, i seriously wish i could write…





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“They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should just be friends’, turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

~ Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol 9: The Kindly Ones

Do you hate me now? ~Smutty September~

Prompt:  Can you write a Klaus smut where he and the reader are arguing and it gets so bad that she says she hates him? So he proves to her that she could never have him. Thank you!

Pairing: Klaus x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: none

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i rip the moon out of the sky with my trembling hands and leave it at your front door. you find it there in the morning, and you know it’s from me. the sky doesn’t know how to set anymore. you put the moon in a jar on your windowsill and water her. i slip love letters under your door and you throw them all in the trash. i want to tell the sun i’m sorry. i want to tell her how sorry i am for taking her lover in hopes of getting mine back. i want to tell the sky i’m sorry for stealing from it, that my mother didn’t raise me a thief, that i know better than to take something that does not belong to me. i slip you the last letter i will ever write to you. it smells like roses, peppermint, and my tears. i keep a couple of dead stars in my pocket as a reminder. i walk away from everything i’ve ever loved. 

"See you on the other side." Ch. 9

A/N: SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN AGES! Please tell me what you think of this drabble series guys! Hope you like it! Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Things aren’t always as they seem but one thing is for sure and that is that your former partner in crime, The winter soldier, mattered more to you than you cared to admit…

Warnings: Just me casually ripping my heart out but you know.. What else is new

Word count: 443

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

With every person that left the room, your breathing seemed to get heavier. Your head fell forward and you couldn’t find any energy left to hold it up as his eyes bore into you. You listened as the door closed behind the last person and you anxiously awaited for his next move.

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i’m sorry that people have left you. i’m sorry your heart was ripped out, ribs broken and lungs barely moving. i’m sorry that you weren’t appreciated, i’m sorry you’ve been used and thrown away. you deserve more than that. you deserve to be the best friend, the most important, the number one. you are more than what you have been given, you are not a quick fuck, you are not a ragdoll, you are not what they have said about you or what you have said about yourself. please, you deserve more. you are more. you are, you are, you are. you are MY best friend, you are THE most important person in my entire life, you are MY number one. you deserve more than the way i treated you today, you deserve every single i love you and i miss you and i want a future with you that you have received. you deserve to be needed and loved and please believe me when i say that i need you and i love you. breathe in, and breathe out. unclench your hands, take mine instead. we can get past this, this isn’t the worst night you’ve had. breathe in, and breathe out. i love you. i love you. i love you. i understand you must protect your heart, but please don’t revert back to rule number one. my heart beats with every breath you take, and every single blink of your eyes. you are more. my love, my darling, my sweet baby boy, breathe deeply and know you are mine, and you are your own. you are not their words or actions. it isn’t your fault they can’t see you for what you are. you are worth more than gold, worth more than whatever the big bang caused, you are worth more than this. i will live alongside you. i will live alongside you forever, and our kids will marvel at the love in our eyes. breathe. our fire will never go dark. you carry my heart with you wherever you go. breathe. i love you. you are loved. you matter. breathe. breathe. breathe.

The Waiter - five.
  • Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun
  • Angst - Mafia!AU - Smut (later chapters)
  • Word Count: 1519

Description: Chanyeol has been lying this whole time. You don’t know what’s true at this point. You can feel your heart being ripped apart by the very thought that all of his feelings and words were nothing more than a cover.

A/N: This has been ¾ths of the way finished and it’s been driving me insane that I just haven’t completed this chapter. Originally there was a smut scene, but I ended up taking it out because I had a giant plot hole (fml). The ending is rushed and sloppy and I’m sorry sobs.

one. // two. // three. // four. // five. // six. // seven. (coming soon)

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Dear Self,
I know how hard it is for you to look in the mirror, to see yourself in reflections of windows,
I know how ugly you feel.
Sometimes, I see it in your eyes,
how today maybe the day you rip yourself away from your body.
Your eyes are always tired, worn down.
I see the hollowed out pupils of what was once a full sun.
Your meals are getting smaller.
Your stomach is matching the feeling of your heart.
You try to take up less space.
It isn’t working.
You take up more space than you should.
You grow more anxious.
You stopped talking because nothing that comes out of you makes any sense.
You’re hurting people.
You spiral.
Say sorry.


P.s sorry

It's Over
  • It's Over
  • Lucy Preston & Garcia Flynn

“I trusted you, Lucy. I trusted you with my family. I trusted you with my child.”

“I had no idea…I’m sorry!”

“Oh, you’re sorry? You’re sorry? You have no idea what you’ve done.”

hi hello yes i would like to add my voice to the chorus of “we’re so sorry sherlockians come find solace in hannibal” posts

upset about johnlock?? console yourself with hannibal! it’s got it all: murder, food, dogs, what you’re pretty sure is just queerbaiting again but then it turns out not to be queerbaiting and holy shit i still can’t believe this is a real thing god bless bryan fuller

…also lesbians

basically hannibal is great and while yea it will absolutely rip your heart out, it’ll do so in a gentler, gayer, way…


Originally posted by some-kind-of-monster

Request: Jax imagine based on Sorry by Beyonce

Note: Type in bold  is flashbacks.

Everyone always says heartbreak kills you, destroys your very soul.
They say it shatters your soul, your heart, your body into a million pieces, scattered on the bathroom tiles as you sink to your knees. They say it feels like the person you love is ripping your heart right out of your chest, tearing it into pieces and tossing it into the bin to rot. They say you cry a million tears, enough to drown him in. They say heartbreak makes you question everything. They say you feel empty, worthless, forgotten. That all happiness, all joy, drains from your body and poison fills your veins. They say you go numb, that you lose yourself. They say that heartbreak is lying on the tiles, tears streaming down your face. They say it feels like you cant breath, not without him. They say it feels like you have a hole inside you, a whole that will never be filled, no matter how much you try.
You knew what heartbreak was supposed to feel like. Everyone always talks about heartbreak.
Maybe there was something wrong with you.
Because as you drove down your street, away from the house that you had shared with him for the last four years, all your belongings thrown in the back, you didn’t feel empty.
You didn’t feel broken or numb. Tears didn’t stream down your face and your heart wasn’t rotting in the trash. You didn’t feel like a part of you was missing.  You hadn’t spent hours lying on the tiles, mascara staining your cheeks.
No, the only feeling you had was relief. Relief poured through your veins, a smile on yourface as you dove into the night, away from the life you had built with him, away from the life that was killing you.

Jax wrapped his arms around your waist as you sat in his lap, smiles on both of your faces.
You looked into his eyes, your favourite shade of blue, warmness spreading through you as you saw the love in his gaze.
The music was loud and smoke lingered in the clubhouse, the smell of cheap perfume filling your lungs.
“I love you.” You cooed at him, stroking your fingers through his soft blonde hair.
“I love you, (y/n) Teller.”
His smile spread across his face, the same smile that had made your heart flutter the first night you’d met him. His eyes sparkled bright, like all the stars in the universe were inside, shining only for you.

You didn’t doubt that you loved Jackson Teller. You knew you loved him, with every fibre, every inch of your being. You loved him more than you’d ever loved anything. Some people believed in gods, believed in karma. But you had only believed in one thing. You had believed in him, believed in his club, believed in the life you had built with him.
You had always known that he was destined to do big things, be a leader. He carried the weight of his sins on his shoulders, like a shadow following him through anything he did.

His scent filled your lungs and you squealed as his hands grasped your waist, lifting your body and pressing you against the wall.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and you bit your lip,your cheeks blushing as he smiled at you.
His mouth hovered over yours, his breath on your lips.
“Your so beautiful.” He whispered and pressed his lips against yours.

Jax loved you. You knew he did. You had seen it in his eyes every morning for years. You still saw it sometimes, but know his eyes were clouded with guilt, sadness. His face had grown tired from the chaos that was this life. You knew he loved you, but he would always love the club more. You had always known it, and you’d accepted it. He had a responsibility, he owed it to his brothers.
You had embraced the club, you loved the boys and they loved you too. You had always been his saviour, his light in all the darkness. You were his saviour, and he was killing you slowly.

“Sorry Im late babe.” Jax said, an apologetic smile on his face as he leaned over, his lips pressing against yours.
“Theres dinner in the oven.” You smiled up at him.
His hand moved to your cheek and he squeezed it gently, before heading to the kitchen.
You sighed, flopping back onto the couch and scrolling through the channels on the tv.

Your phone lit up and you glanced at the screen, ignoring it when you saw  his name.
You wound the windows down, letting the cool air swirl around the car. You weren’t sure when things had started to change. Maybe it was when you had the second miscarriage, maybe it was when Opie died. Maybe it was when he became president or maybe it was when you started spending more time at work. You weren’t sure, and it didn’t matter. Things had changed.
You’d always had good instincts, you could sense when things were going to turn bad.  You’d always thought of it as a good thing. You thought it was good, that could somehow feel when things were about to happen. But you had grown to hate it, when you felt the distance between the two of you. You could feel the pain before it started.

“Sorry, babe. Club needed me.” Guilt flooded his voice as he looked at you, tears on your face after waiting for him to come home for hours.
You could only nod.
You knew what you signed up for when you married him. You knew the club came first.
“I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he walked into the bathroom, leaving you alone in the darkness of your bedroom.

Jax opened the door, running his hands through his hair as he entered the house.
You always kept the house clean, and it always smelled like vanilla from all the candles you burnt.
He walked through the hallway.
“Babe?” He called out, a frown forming on his face.
The house was quiet.
He walked into the kitchen, his eyes instantly glancing at the note on the table.
He lifted it in shaking hands, staring at the only two words.
Im sorry.

You stormed through the clubhouse, Tig hot on your heels. You ignored his pleas to stop, almost running into the hallway.
You could hear the moans the second you entered the hallway and you stormed through the door to Jax’s dorm.
Jax lay on the bed, crow eater on top of him.
“Shit!” He yelled, pushing her off him and grabbing frantically at the sheets.
You stared at him, your hands clenched into trembling fists.
“Baby, please. Let me explain.” His voice was full of guilt and you didn’t move.
You looked up into his eyes, seeing only emptiness inside those blue oceans.

Your phone was blowing up and you glanced at it as you drove. This was for the best.
You loved him, and he loved you. But it wasn’t enough anymore.Somewhere along the way you had lost the passion. You loved him and he loved you, but you weren’t in love. Your love had burnt out. There was nothing more you could do. You’d been smelling perfume on him for weeks, and it wasn’t yours. He never came home, he always stayed at the clubhouse, he always had excuses.
You knew what heartbreak was supposed to feel like, you’d been told about it, read about it.
But as you drove past the Leaving Charming sign you didn’t feel heartbreak. No, for the first time in years you felt free. Your heart wasn’t empty or shattered, it was full of hope. You were free, as free as the crow on your back. A smile spread on your face as you drove, the cold night air filling your car and swirling your hair around your head.
You were free, and you weren’t sorry.

Im so sorry..
If I’ve hurt you,
That was not my plan, not my intentions
I wanted to love you…
Wanted to be there, be yours…
Hug you as the leaves changed to magical colors
Hold your hands to keep them from the frosty winds..
Kiss your lips to keep the blushing pink color from ainking away during the frozen tundra winter
But i couldn’t …
I lost myself.
Lost my feelings..
And most of all…
The one that ripped ny heart out and tore it to shreads over and over……
I lost you…
Maybe we weren’t meant to be
But at that moment
We were;

We were supposed to dance as the cool rain washed away all our insecurities, our fears, and doupts…
We were supposed to stare at the stars and talk about life, death, and everything in between at 1 AM in an empty park with only the gentle sounds of our breathing and the pounding of our hearts
Feeling as though we were invincible
We could face the world and the destruction if faces…
But we couldn’t,
We didn’t.
And im so sorry

Meanwhile, in hell
  • Tara: Theee-oooo
  • Theo: 1 second Tara please
  • Tara: Thee-oo
  • Theo: *runs to the reception desk and logs the computer on*
  • Tara: Theo
  • Tara: *Is now behind Theo*
  • Tara: Got it! So I know you want to pull my heart, sorry your heart out again, for the millionth time, but I have something better, hey WAIT, WAIT, TARA!
  • Tara: *Reaching for Theo's chest*
  • Theo: Wait!
  • Tara: *pauses*
  • Theo: This is a hospital right? They must have organs here. We should find you a new heart so you dont have to take mine, I think if you just opened the door to the floor above we can go up there and find you a heart. What do you say?
  • Theo: *Falls down dead as Tara ripped his heart out*

“(Y/N), no, no…”, he mumbles into your ear sobbing, but you are already gone. Minho can’t and won’t believe it that you died in his arms. Desperately he closes his eyes hoping that you would be still alive when he opens them again. You saved Chuck’s life, but it doesn’t change anything for him.
“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). So sorry”, it’s hard for him to hold back his tears. The others just stare at your limb body in his arms. Minho doesn’t even notice them anymore. The only important thing in his life was you. Everything he ever wanted and cared about.
It was his task to keep you safe, but Minho has failed. His better half is gone without a goodbye. Ripped away from his side, because your heart is made out of pure gold. He would never see your sweet smile again. He would never make you laugh again. He would never enjoy is life again…

In the first moment he doesn’t know what’s happening, when you fall into his arms bleeding. “(Y/N)”, he whispers your name shocked and scared at the same time. Softly he lies you on the ground with your head in his lap. A slight smile appears on your lips for the last time, then your beautiful clear (e/c) eyes lose their loved shine.
Newt puts sobbing a hand over his mouth not progressing the fact that you are gone forever. “Please, no! Look at me, (Y/N). Everything is going to be alright”, he isn’t quite sure who he is comforting. Your limb body in his arms or himself.
They almost made it out of the Maze, but the price was too high. You maybe saved Chuck’s life, but who should save Newt now? How is he supposed to live without you by his side? Tears escape his eyes as he presses you against him. He always loved to hold you in his arms, but it’s different now. Everything has changed…

Your name is the only thought that’s in her head as you collapse on the ground. The bullet wasn’t meant for you, but with your golden heart you couldn’t let someone else die. “(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)”, Teresa whispers your name over and over again to get your attention, while she strokes your head softly.
The beautiful (e/c) she has loved are dull now. The life run out of your body and Teresa couldn’t do anything against it. You were the best thing that happened in her life, but good things doesn’t last long. This nightmare of a Maze claimed your soul just a few steps away from freedom.
Thomas puts his hand on her shoulder friendly to show her she isn’t alone with her grief. But they don’t understand how it feels to lose the love of your life. Teresa’s only hope was to live a normal life with you away from the Glade and the Maze. Now she is alone…

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N)”, he whispers the words, while he tries to hold back the tears. They escaped the Maze, but Thomas couldn’t keep you safe. Everything he has worked for is worthless now. He doesn’t want the god damn freedom anymore when he can’t have you by his side.
Just a little moment destroyed his life. Just a little step closer to you, then you would be still alive. The bullet wouldn’t have killed you and ripped him away from him. Of course Thomas blames himself that you died in his arms helplessly. He couldn’t save you, just whispered sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you until your heart stopped beating.
That was probably the worst moment in his life. Without a word he wipes the tears away. Even simply reminding your name feels like a stab into his heart. What is he supposed to do with freedom when he can’t share it with you? It’s going to be a lone and sad life without you…

“That’s your fault! You killed (Y/N)!”, he points his gun at Thomas. It was his job to keep you safe and sound, but you went with Thomas and the others into the Maze. Secretly Gally blames himself that you died. He should have stopped you. That’s the price he has to pay now. Dealing with your death.
“She sacrificed herself”, Thomas explains almost crying. It wasn’t his plan to leave you behind, but there were too many Grievers. “Why her? Why (Y/N)?”, it’s the only question in Gally’s head. The only person he cared about and loved. To see your limb body in the Maze was worse than anything else.
Tears are running over his cheeks. You were his princess. You belonged into his arms, but fate has ripped you away from him. Gally doesn’t really care what’s going to happen with him. The only wish he has is to be with your again. Even if death has to claim his body like yours. He’s ready…

Despite His Tears

Warning(s): A shit ton of angst

Author’s Note: I am not sorry! I hope your hearts have been ripped out and stomped on and you are in tears. I love you!

You cough violently and feel blood come up your throat and begin to run down your face. ‘How did this happen?’ You think, images of the past few hours flashing before your eyes. ‘I came on the hunt with dad and Uncle Sam. There were more vamps than we had initially thought. I got bit in the throat. I am going to die.’

You hear footsteps and then feel your head being pulled into someone’s lap, someone being your father.

“Y/N, Sweetheart, look at me,” he pleads. “Don’t close your eyes, alright? You’re going to be okay.”

You shake your head, you both know that isn’t true. Your throat injury keeps you from speaking, but you smile weakly and sign the best you can for your father to sing to you. Dean is crying, and you find it strange to see your father cry; the strongest person you know, the man that raised you and put on such a strong face when he was around you, crying. The feeling that rose inside of you upon seeing this was alien. He nods, though, despite his tears. He knows that you’re beyond saving.

“Hey Jude don’t make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her under you skin

and you can start to make it better

Hey Jude don’t be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

You begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know it’s a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder”

By the time your father finishes the third verse of the song, he is choking on his words from crying so heavily. You wear a content smile on your face as your father’s voice reaches your ears. As Dean’s voice fades out and your world begins to go black, you hear four words that make your dying moments as good as they can be given the circumstances.

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

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God x reader and anger!!!! (Romantic?)

Originally posted by sugarmedean

You were pacing in front of Chuck. “You mean that you tell me that you intend to just hand yourself over?!” Your eyes were wet with unshed tears. “Just like that?” It felt like your heart was being ripped out.

“What choice do I have?” He asked. His voice was full of sadness, and regret.

“I don’t know!” You yelled. “Buy her a fucking Barbie dream house, for Christ’s sake.” You glared. “Her throwing a temper tantrum is no reason for you to walk away, straight to her, and surrender.”

Chuck stood up and kissed you gently. “I’m sorry. I am, but she is my sister. A lot of people will die unless she gets her way.”

anonymous asked:

As a request, RavenXStarfire, and they find each other in the ruins of the city after a massive earthquake after thinking the other was dead.

really sorry this took so long to get out here

but hey, i hope you enjoy! 

Why had they decided to split up?

Why, oh, why had they decided to split up? 

Starfire asked herself this question again and again, each time the words becoming harsher within her head until it had twisted into something grotesque and ugly. It sounded like a grim, ironic question that someone would ask you just before they ripped apart your heart and the last shreds of your sanity.

“RAVEN!” Starfire yelled out again.

Her voice filled the air around, but she knew that she was going to get no response. Such was her fate. She felt on the verge of tears, judging by the burning in the backs of her eyes, and she did nothing to stop them.

Starfire had always been emotional, but right now her emotions had been completely wrecked.

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Are you tired of that cutesy, lovey-dovey lesbian manga cookie cutter plot line? Sick of all the drama of miscommunication that leads to you feeling like it’d be less painful to just go ahead and rip your own heart out?

Yeah me neither.



Have you ever wanted your lesbians to be kickass? And not in the “man I’m so pretty and I’m just super cool” way but in the actual “I’m just going to casually murder people with a smile on my face because haha death is funny to me” way

Do you want to replace those cherry blossoms floating in the air with splatters of BLOOD AND GUTS???

Do you want a main character who fully embraces her sexuality and is such a womanizer she may as well be a 40-year-old caucasian male going through a mid-life crisis looking to regain his youth by hitting on every pair of tits with legs????


Okay so there’s this neat little series I found awhile back called Murcielago. It’s by Yoshimura Kana and is only have 15 chapters up so far but is currently ongoing. The updates tend to be sporadic though so if you get into this series be prepared to have an ABUNDANCE OF PATIENCE.

On mangahere it’s rated 4.88 out of 5 stars which is pretty impressive given how obscure of a series it is (in fact I found this PURELY BY CHANCE AND I’M SO VERY GLAD I DID).

The art style is very interesting to say the least. It’s actually really, really nice and I personally love the main character’s design a lot because she’s not conventionally “attractive”. By that I mean she doesn’t have the big doe eyes and the lustrous shiny hair (but she does have huge boobs so ya gotta give her that much). She looks just like what she is: a mass murderer. She’s definitely got that creepy vibe on her but it really suits her and tbh I’d be a bit upset if she was designed any other way. 

(Also, fellow lesbians, her tongue is to die for and if you look this series up YOU WILL SEE WHAT I MEAN.)

Alright so basic synopsis time:

Without giving TOO much away, Koumori Kuroko, our main character, is - as I said before - a mass murderer. I don’t remember the exact number but she’s killed like, over 200 people. Impressive stuff.

She also has an extensive knowledge on how other serial killers/mass murderers function. So the Japanese government hires her and partners her up with this adorable little sweetiepie, Tozakura Hinako, to deal with any serial killers/mass murderers that they can’t handle themselves.

Basically they hired a murderer to kill other murderers. It’s cool shit.

And it’s just so funny and amazing how casual she is with some of this stuff like there’s one scene where she’s fighting this dude on steroids and she just kinda goes “nope” and ugh I don’t wanna spoil it so seriously y’all should just go read it already.

My only warning for you is that: a) there are mild NSFW scenes (like I said, she’s VERY comfortable with her sexuality so YURI GALORE) and b) SO MUCH GORE AND GUTS AND BLOOD IT NEARLY PUTS SAW TO SHAME. Also there’s some really fucked up shit so if that’s not your thing stick to the frustrating, cutesy yuris instead. You’ll be better off for it.

But if that stuff doesn’t bother you SERIOUSLY GO READ THIS YOU’LL THANK ME LATER.

My words haven’t convinced you? Here’s a lovely review on youtube under 5 min

Still not convinced? Here’s some pages from the manga (slight spoilers): 

THIS BITCH JUST FUCKING CRASHES A CAR INTO A SUBWAY (also look at that adorable little face)

CHASING A SUBWAY TRAIN WITH A CAR (also for all my RWBY people she has a gun attached to a string as her weapon of choice. Remind you of someone? ;3)