I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana.
Prompt for your consideration : Missing year OQ , Regina brings something back that belonged to Henry, she has it in her at all times, or near by. When it's misplaced she panics and breaks. Please and thank you :)
oh, Nonnie. That is a quality prompt.
She can’t bear to watch the
yellow Bug drive away, so she turns her back on the town line. Regina raises
her hands to the oncoming cloud of green smoke, answering its powerful magic
with her own. Undoing the most glorious magic she’d ever created, the magic
that proved to be her downfall. Somehow she’s always known it would end like
this. Since the day her mother had taken Daniel from her, she’s known that she
wasn’t meant for happy endings. As the swirling green and purple engulfs them,
she jams her hands in her pockets, trying to keep herself from turning around,
from using her magic to call back her son, from destroying them all in an
attempt not to lose the only person in all the realms who loves her. Her
fingers brush a small, hard object, and she pulls it out of her pocket. Henry’s
lucky red and white marble lays in her palm. He must have slipped it into her
coat when he hugged her goodbye. Regina’s eyes well with tears as she closes
her fist around her son’s most prized possession.
In a matter of seconds, it’s over; the curse that had taken
centuries to plan and enormous sacrifice to enact is undone, and Regina is left
standing in a meadow, clad in the heavy clothes and heavier mantle of the Evil
Queen. All traces of the mayor are gone - all except for the marble, still
clutched in her hand. She tucks it into the bodice of her dress, feeling the
cool glass pressing against her heart.
For the first month, she takes her heart out every night before
she goes to sleep. It’s the only way she can drift off - once the sun has gone
down and the castle is quiet, she can’t shut out the memories of Henry as a
baby, then as a little boy, begging her to kiss his boo-boos and make them
better or asking her to read him a bedtime story. She gently places her heart
in a wooden box next to her bed, then tucks the marble in next to it. She
thinks what’s left of the red in her heart glows a little bit brighter once the
marble touches it, but she knows she’s kidding herself. The longer she’s here,
the longer she struggles to find a way to defeat her sister, the blacker her
heart will become. Eventually, it will shrivel up into nothingness, and the
Evil Queen will be gone.
Regina looks forward to that day.
She has a shadow around the castle. A little boy, with tousled
brown locks and cheery dimples, who follows behind her as she paces the
hallways. When she looks back to find him there, she can’t help but laugh at
how he imitates her walk, her posture, even her facial expression. When he sees
her smile, he smiles too, and waves happily at her. She waves back. His father
might be a cocky pain in the ass, but Roland, the thief’s son, is a darling
little boy. She can’t help but love him.
He sits next to her at every meal and peppers her with questions
about the other land. She tells him about all the things that Henry loved as a
little boy, and sometimes she does more than that. When his eyes grew wide at
the explanation of ice cream, she conjured a bowl out of thin air. He wound up
wearing more than he ate, but every night, he requests more. She’s only too
happy to oblige.
His father sits on Roland’s other side. She ignores him for the
most part, still embarrassed and unsure of herself after letting him see so
much of her weakness, but every now and then she deigns to answer his
questions. Everyone else tiptoes around the subject of Henry, but Robin does
not. He asks what flavor of ice cream was Henry’s favorite, what comic books
did Henry enjoy, what was Henry’s first word.
Mama. Henry’s first word was Mama.
She fingers the marble tucked into a pocket in her cloak and remembers her
chubby little son, slapping his hands on his high chair, calling for her. She
can’t bear the thought of it, so she pushes herself away from the table and
sweeps out of the dining room.
When she gets back to her room, she stares at the wooden box
beside the bed. She drops the marble in, and her hand hovers over her chest.
She can’t quite bring herself to remove her heart, though; as painful as her
memories are, she doesn’t want to stop feeling what she felt the first time he
called her name. Her heart beats faster and stronger, and she’s overwhelmed
with love for her lost son. She sinks onto her bed, and for the first time
since they’ve returned to this land, she allows herself to cry for her loss.
RULES: Tag a few followers/mutuals that you want to get to know better.
Tagged by: rtnf
Nickname: Vangi or Ebs (real name Eboni)
Birthday: September 16th
Star Sign: Virgo
Favorite Color: Pink,Red,Black
Time Right Now: 10:50pm
Average Hours Of Sleep: 5 or 6
Lucky Number: 3,5,7,16
Last Thing I Googled: Ounce (wanted to see what a weed ounce looked like)
Number Of Blankets I Sleep Under: 1 sometime 2
Favorite Book: Story Of A Girl by Sara Zarr
Favorite Band: Pierce The Veil, BMTH, SZA, The Weeknd, Drake,Bryson Tiller
Song You’re Currently Obsessed With:Just Another Interlude Bryson Tiller and She A Freak T-Speed
Last Film I Saw At The Movies: Pixels
Dream Trip: Europe The Uk
What Project Are You Working On Currently: Graduating High School yvngxbitchundo-my-scarsim-okay-with-my-decaypumpkinmcqueensteviecrackkkgirlwithscarssjuicyleanronachicarapherxelianof-ckingl0veallowedmetalcoregod
“This armor has three weak spots.” Loki announces haughtily,
voice only slightly out of breath as his fingers work on undoing the straps and
buckles of said armor, with speed born out of centuries of practice.
Thor stills, his lips stretching into a wide smile against
the skin of Loki’s neck. This armor actually has four weak spots, but Thor has long since accepted that complete
truth is something Loki will never offer him freely.
“Is that concern I hear?” Thor murmurs, amused, his voice
somewhat muffled by the press of his lips against Loki’s neck. He does not
bother to look up, greedy for the taste of Loki’s skin after months of
separation, his impatient fingers not nearly as certain as Loki’s as they
fumble with ridiculously intricate fastenings of Loki’s outer armor.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Thor.” Loki snorts, still sounding far
too collected for Thor’s taste. Not for long, though. Loki may spin lies and
half-truths, and wear mask upon mask, but Thor can coax the truth out of him –
with his lips and fingers Thor can strip Loki of his lies as he does with the
layers of leather his brother wears. “It is merely an observation.”
His lips drawing into a smirk, Thor fists the leather
encasing Loki’s chest, the sound of fabric tearing followed by a soft gasp of
“See, Loki?” Thor points out, not bothering to hide the
smugness in his voice. Or raise his head, now that he has the entire expanse
of Loki’s naked chest to explore. “It appears your armor has its own failings.”
Loki’s fingers abandon their work on Thor’s armor, tangling
in Thor’s hair instead, and forcing Thor to look up.
“That was rather unnecessary display of arrogance, Thor.”
Loki admonishes, but the bite in his voice is countered by the glazed,
half-lidded look of his eyes. Thor’s fingers move down to Loki’s hips,
squeezing hard. Loki’s hips buck forward, grinding against Thor’s thigh,
eliciting a groan from Thor. Loki is already half-hard, they both are, and the
chances they will make it to the bed are slim to non-existent. “Do you know
there are three types of venom in Alfheim alone, easily obtainable by anyone
with half a brain and skill, that could kill even you?”
Thor chuckles, bringing their foreheads together. They have
not seen each other in half a year, half a year during which Thor had numerous
times contemplated scouring the realms for his wayward brother from sheer
frustration, and this is Loki’s idea
of a lover’s greeting.
“And how many types of venom lethal to me do you already have in your possession?” Thor
asks under his breath, his lips brushing lightly against Loki’s.
Loki stays silent, but the smirk on his lips widens as they
part under Thor’s.
Q: Hannibal also made Alana (Caroline Dhavernas) a fairly ominous promise about her future, leading her to take Margot (Katharine Isabelle) and their son and get the hell out of dodge, proving she’s pretty much the only sensible person on the show. Did you foresee Hannibal keeping that promise in season four, or for Alana and Margot to live happily ever after?
A: It certainly was going to be a part of season four, and I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit.
I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit.
self hating wh*tes make me laugh like what you think i am going to sympathize with you just because you realize your people done some shit, meanwhile, my people have hundreds of years to undo of our self hate like lmao all the offense bitch take a seat
The moment she saw him there, back to her, eyes on the eluvian, her heart thudded in her chest; it was so loud it deafened, so forceful it hurt, and she choked out a low guttural sound, one only barely audible by those around her. Just as loudly and forcefully as it started, it gave way to a profound mindlessness, one born of too much remembered hurt, too much remembered joy, and the incredible ache of being bereft.
He knew she was there, though. He’d always know where she was. Turning to look at her again could prove his undoing, so he merely turned his head to the side so his voice could be heard.
Gabriel chose his vessel thousands of years ago. The man was from the bloodline that made for perfect vessels for him, but he refused Gabriel at first when the archangel approached him because he couldn’t bear being parted from his family. So Gabriel took to following him and protecting him. The man went to war with an archangel protecting him from harm but when he came back, his home had been ransacked and his family had been killed. The man wept bitter tears while Gabriel hovered anxiously, unable to grasp the concept of loss just yet. Then the man called for the archangel and asked him wether he could take him to see his family again. Gabriel knew he could not mess with cause and reaction to undo what had happend, but he promised the man that if he said yes to him he would take his soul up to heaven as soon as he could so that the man could be reunited with his family.
The man said yes.
This was how Gabriel first learned about love, loss and sacrifice.
love of mine maybe we’ll never find that place where we can lie and be at peace; but if you’ll be lying next to me there’s no need for that we’d just undo what they defined; after all, children will never grow we’ll always wear our hearts on our sleeves to bleed and bruise; but like kids we can always laugh at it think adventure of this world’s woe then we’d endure; love, I know there’s no one else who knows how afraid you are of ghosts so you do your best to pull and keep your treasured fools inside your heart; right by your side yet all day all they do is slit your veins pick at the wounds you worked so hard to heal and soothe; if in time you walk into the dark let the echoes of my fall amuse you and help you look forth to the day when we will meet again; maybe then we would be tired and grown of our fears then we’ll rest beneath and meet the end
wietkoning SAID: I LOVE COKE, YOU KNEW THAT. HEY TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS. [ HE’S ALREADY UNDOING HIS BELT OOPS ] BUT IT’S PROBABLY NOT BECAUSE IT’S NATURAL. KINDA. YOU KNOW WHAT IS A SIN? US. HELP ME OUT OF THESE.
you make it with chemical how’s that natural?? Calm your dick man I am not gonna have coked up sex with if i’m not just as high as you. [ just moves his hands off him] Chill out ya ho.
“My creator is… terrifying… despite her size. I respect, fear, and envy her for having to much power over me and my entire existence. With a snap of her fingers, I never was born. But it also means she can undo my mistakes. I know that she will not, however, and I respect that, too. I would not be the essential person I am if it were not for that.”
It certainly was going to be a part of season four, and I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit.
Just to prove to you guys that I seriously am still writing (I’m just slow af), here are the first few paragraphs of the super smutty fic I’ll be posting within the next few days:
“So,” Owen set his
bottle of Coke down and rose to his feet, a smug smile plastered across his
face. “What’s it gonna be tonight? Are we taking it easy,” he moved to put his
hand on the small of your back so he could pull you roughly against his body.
“Or do I get to fuck you like you deserve?”
He pushed you away, gently, and untucked his shirt before
beginning to undo each button. The whole thing made the hairs on the back of
your neck stand on end. You’d think that you would grow used to the sight of
his unclothed body. Of that same question he’d ask every time you showed up. The
one that he asked as soon as the two of you were alone. You couldn’t remember
the last time he said “hello” or asked how your day was going. He was an
impatient man. One who took what he wanted, when he wanted it, and by god had
he grown to see you as his plaything.
Holder & Obama are playing us on mandatory minimums, the drug war and mass incarceration by Bruce A. Dixon
August 17, 2013 - Once or twice a year Eric Holder and/or the president discover
police brutality, racial profiling, or the injustice of the drug war, or
mass incarceration. Black America gets some sound bytes of “drive-by”
concern, some noises about a study or a “policy change.” But 55 months
into the Obama administration, when we compare the prez and attorney
general’s words with their actions, black America looks like it’s been
played. Again. After 55 months as US Attorney General, preceded by years as a remarkably vicious federal prosecutor, Eric
Holder made what could have been a groundbreaking speech - if only he’d
made it 50-some months ago and followed it up with four and half years
of the persistent, wide ranging action needed to begin undoing and
unraveling the prison state. Let’s stand Eric Holder’s and this
administration’s expressions of concern over mass incarceration
alongside its actual record of exercising the power in its hands. When
we do, Eric Holder looks a lot like a lying hypocrite, and the
administration looks like it’s playing black America for a nation of
chumps. At no time in this 55 months have the White House, its Attorney
General, or its allies in Congress ever seriously pushed for the repeal
of mandatory minimum drug sentences, and there is no full court press on
this now either. Holder merely says that he’ll instruct federal D.A.s
not to file drug charges which under federal law invoke the mandatory
minimum sentences in small scale cases where the feds see no violence or
gang affiliation. For
all kinds of reasons federal D.A.s don’t exactly and often will not
follow these instructions. More importantly they can be quietly revoked
at any time by this or any future attorney general, and none of it
affects drug prosecutions under state law. That’s a lot less than the
sea change in the prosecution of the drug war you’d think happened if
you watched CNN or MSNBC this week. Changing a few rules and calling for a Department of Justice study
would be a good start when you have and intend to use your next seven
plus years in office to follow it up and make it stick. But more than
half the Obama administration’s time is up, including 24 months when
they held majorities in both the House and Senate. It’s late. And this
is just a little. Holder and Obama have established a pattern. Once
or twice a year, generally but not always in front of black audiences,
they pretend to have newly discovered police forces and prosecutors
around the country routinely profile and stalk black males. They
publicly admit, as if it’s new news, that black and brown people are
arrested more often, charged more aggressively, sentenced more harshly
and serve longer sentences than whites. This very week Eric Holder
uncovered the fact the US locks up too many people for too long, and
incarceration (though he won’t use that term unless quoting the title
of a certain book) ravages and punishes entire communities. But it’s all
What could the administration do?
What Holder and the Obama administration will NOT discover is a way
to reduce the budget of the Federal Bureau of Prisons, which grew 4% in
this year of budgetary austerity. They won’t find a way to NOT open that
new federal supermax prison in Illinois, or a way to close existing
torture facility like the one Florence CO. They aren’t looking for ways
to use federal law enforcement and corrections funding to pressure
states to close their supermaxes, or encourage them to provide
educational opportunities and decent medical care to the 2 million plus
in state and local prisons and jails. These are practical measures
Holder and his boss have had the power to do for 55 months now, and
haven’t done, haven’t even discussed. After the 2010 passage of the Fair Sentencing Act, and court
decisions which say its provisions ought to be retroactive back to the
1980s, President Obama could have, as
Margaret Kimberley pointed out two weeks ago, simply commuted the
sentences of the 5,000, 10,000 or 12,000, depending on the degree of
retroactivity applied, who have already served excess prison time under
the old and outlawed 100 to 1 crack vs powder cocaine penalties.
What has the Justice Department done?
President Obama signed the Fair Sentencing Act in August of 2010
reducing the 100 to 1 crack vs powdered cocaine penalties to 18 to 1,
but the Department of Justice refused
to actually reduce the sentences of prisoners already serving time. In
July 2011, after resisting pressure from the families of prisoners
serving that unjust time for ten months, Attorney General Eric Holder
announced sentence reductions would be implemented, but only retroactive
to August 2010. That hasn’t happened either. As we revealed two weeks ago in Black Agenda Report, the
Obama Justice Department argued in 2010, 2011 and as late as May 2013
that the old, unfair crack vs powder sentences just continue to apply
and that nobody should be let go a day early. The 6th circuit court
disagreed with the Justice Department and declared that sentence
reductions should go back at least to 2003 and perhaps to 1987. The
Justice Department is still opposing this, and appears set to take it up
to the US Supreme Court - the same gang that overthrew the Voting
Rights Act. Good luck for us all on that one.
It certainly was going to be a part of season four, and I actually was really excited about exploring the Margot/Alana relationship and how they were going to dismantle all of the Verger slaughterhouses and turn them humane. She was going to completely undo the evils of her family with Alana, like a Joan Crawford sitting at PepsiCo’s table saying “don’t f–k with me, fellas.” I was really excited about that story for Alana and Margot and seeing more of them, and also seeing what it would be like for them to realize that Hannibal might be coming back into their orbit. - Bryan Fuller