#and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned etc

[impishtubist]

I see you don't care for Drarry. What about some other Gryfferin ships for the New and More Noble House of Black? If you had to choose to write one for a 3K-word fic:

Harry/Bellatrix or Sirius/Draco?

Nope, hate it, despise it. I can't stand any of the Slytherin characters (except for Regulus but we all know he was actually a Ravenclaw shhhh). So under no circumstances am I legit shipping anyone with a Slytherin lmao.

........although I guess the only Gryffindor/Slytherin ship I accept is Sirius/Bellatrix, but only because it's so deeply fucked up and toxic. There's no way those two would be wholesome and domestic together lmao.

[woeyed]

worlds most divorced teenager

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Internal Inconsistencies of Patriarchy:

1. women are super emotional, much more so than men... yet don't understand profound loneliness

2. men are rational, logical... yet can't control themselves when a woman "leads him on" or "tempts him"

3. men naturally have a need to act out aggressively, so you can't hold it against them when they get into fights or break things... yet they're supposedly more suited to be leaders than women are

4. women are hysterical and flighty... yet should be the ones making all the doctor's appointments, baby-sitter arrangements, etc.

5. domestic work isn't even hard; women should be happy to do it while the husband works... yet men won't do it even when both of them work, or even when he's the stay at home partner

6. "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"... yet it's men who resort to violence when told "no"

And many, many others. There is only one internal consistency in Patriarchy: it benefits men.

[iris-sistibly]

I'm probably going to hell for this, but I don't feel any sympathy for Julio Borromeo at all.

Dude not only cheated on his wife but also impregnated another woman, and kept this as a secret for years until the death of Filipina.

While I disagree with how Carmela treats Adelina, she has every right to be furious at Julio--this motherfucker had been lying straight to her face for YEARS. Telling Carmela and Teresita that they're the only women in his life, and him telling Adelina how his and Fina's ✨love story✨ began, how he wanted to make her happy after Fina was left by her ex boyfriend after getting her pregnant was like...pure cringe, like bitch who the fuck do you think you are? Some God's gift to women? Some knight-in-shining armour who ought to "save" every lonely woman in the country?

Some of y'all would probably be like, "Oh but he regrets it now, he has been asking for his wife's forgiveness, he's a good father, blah, blah, blah."

This pathetic excuse of a man, tried to deny Adelina when Amelia brought her to his theater (after Fina's death). Tried to lie AGAIN to his wife and daughter despite the truth being slapped on their faces, he's sorry and regrets it? Motherfucker was sorry only after he couldn't deny the truth anymore. Imagine being in Carmela's shoes and your husband, whom you thought was a good man turned out to be a horrible one?

And him not showing up to Fina's funeral to be there for Adelina because he doesn't want to see Fina lifeless is bullshit. He didn't go to the funeral because people will talk, rumors will spread which will eventually cause humiliation to his family, his business going bankrupt, etc. Adelina just loves her father too much.

He loves Filipina?

No, he's a selfish bastard who wants both Carmela and Fina for himself.

He loves his wife?

LIE. You don't betray the person you love. Cheating is a choice, those who cheat always have the excuse of "nagmahal lang ako," and "nagkamali ako," these are so overused. May utak ka diba? You know cheating is bad yet you did it anyway. It's a choice, it's always a choice.

In the show, it was implied that Carmela paid someone to burn the theater. I'm not saying what she did was right, but as the saying goes, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." She was deeply hurt, and betrayed by her own husband. She wanted to inflict the worst pain possible for Julio, to ruin him the way he ruined her. It was Julio who turned her into the villain that she is now, Carmela's only mistake was she projected that anger towards Adelina who is innocent in all of this, and in doing so she ended up resenting her own daughter, Teresita for choosing to have a sisterly relationship with Adelina.

"Oh but she can choose to forgive and move past that."

Yeah, because doing that is a walk in the park **insert sarcasm** you can't just tell someone to move on especially when they are still clearly hurting. Betrayal is the worst kind of pain you could inflict on someone, and when trust is gone it's hard to earn it back...chances are, you won't.

"But Carmela going as far as burning Julio's theater is too much."

I do believe it's too much. But Julio begging Carmela to save the theater by selling some of the properties to save their livelihood? And that being a performer is the only job he knows? Nah, he wants to save the theater to preserve the place that reminds him so much of his affair partner. The livelihood, the shows were not the main reasons. Carmela might have turned into a cold, bitter, resentful woman but let's not forget who turned her into this.

Moral of the story: Julio is a walking red flag and that he deserves the karma hahahaha! Also, divorce should be legal in the Philippines.

P.S. I hope the writers don't come up with the bullshit that the wife is a bitch to justify the man's affair. It's 2024, not the 80's.

[hot-astrology]

The Shunned Yoni

We all know creation and birth stems from somewhere. From the most sacred gateways that nature created The womb vagina or ; the female genitalia which symbolizes generative power. The woman is delicate, graceful and loving at same time, forceful, impactful, insightful, and a creator. How can we call this realm mother earth and not think women were here first or the creators only a true creator could create and be humble while their creation becomes egotistical while claiming to be the original archetype From their mesmerizing eyes calming vice diplomatic minds soft touch hypnotic walk and seductive aura. From the spiritual abyss, every angle, precise detail was made to flow with the oceans waves, their calming nature can settle the storms, or be fierce as the storm. So much history and powers lays beneath these ripples in the sea. As the tear drops of sorrow and betrayal fall upon the blueish lake. Shunned no more, openish enters the heart, truth reveals the veil, expressiveness leads way, acceptance is here to stay.

As an active plot to pacify her & her waters, her descendants, her priestesses, her daughters, her initiates, her love, but most disrespectfully her waters. She was made as an extension, and as the image of god. She started in darkness, she is the water they poisoned. Look inside, and you'll see that you are purely her mirror, because you are her. She was demonized, and in the end turned against. Hell hath no fury like a black woman scorned.

The deepest part in you resides, this is the sacrum area. You hold future generations and civilizations within you yet they seek to destroy and disrespect you. Let there be no mistake, that you are the force and the life way past than what science can understand or comprehend. Do you remember? Do you remember your throne, and those you taught. In the end, they turned against you. Used your teachings for their new world, and white washed yours away just for a seat on your throne. There's a part of you that lays deep in the water waiting to be awakened and take back what's hers. They took the seed of life and realized they could not imitate because they did not have it within them. There will be a storm that awakens that seed, she is abrupt and comes like nothing you've ever seen before. Deep Down, we as women have been taught to hide our sexuality or that it was a bad thing. However, these days feminine sexuality has been more accepted, and broadcasted for everyone to see. In a way, this is good but also bad, because the sacredness of this has been corrupted and the true meaning is lost in ignorance.

In the womb, we grow, and develop in water for up to 10 months. Our bodies are mostly water, and the planet we live on resembles this. All Life must be formed through liquid, it is the most fertile, and feminine. Think of a plant without water, and sun, but water especially nothing will sprout. Whether it be alchemy, or astrology, the most feminine elements will be water, and earth. water is the 1st element, signifying its power. water can heal, and destroy you. The yoni is simply a portal, entering into a sea of memory, and mysteries. When we look into the mystery of outer space, galaxies, stars, plane-ts, and black holes. Then you begin to look within yourself, your own body, you see the sayings, "As above, so below" " As within, so without", and the most telling " Your body is a temple". You see the answer manifest, and replicate inside of you.

The power of the yoni, is nothing to be taken lightly, and is actually a symbol of life and death. If all women collectively agreed to stop reproducing, that would simply be the end. For this reason, there has been a demonization placed upon women whether that be our bodies, hair, features, etc.

There is such a huge attack on the water spirits right now. Looking back to the astrological take on this matter, the sign pisces is the last and final sign of the zodiac. This is a water sign. In christianity, the symbol "Vesica Pisces" is a very prominent symbol representing Jesus Christ who "walked on water." Ironically, this symbol represents a fish, and the pisces symbol is a fish. If you look closer at the shape of this symbol, you'll realize this looks similar to the vaginal canal. Pisces is known to be the yin most, and the darkness which the creator resides in. In sacred geometry, there is the flower of life and seed of life, both using the symbol vesica pisces within those shapes. Within all of this, we begin the covering up of our primordial origins, within christianity, and many modern-day religions. the presence of priestesses, goddesses, empresses, and queens have been stripped and burned away. We know by now that the source of creativity, love, and rhythm comes from depths of the darkest waters, which pure yin. So what does that say about the bible or the said authors. let alone, the books, and the most important teachings that have been taken out of the bible, and also many others. This wasn't the only crime, but while erasing her presence, they tried to take away your magic, your creativity, and use your sexuality (which is your ability to manifest, and create) for their gain. As I ponder upon this, I am compelled to question: How many chapters of HIStory are indeed tales of men, or could they be the untold stories of women masked in masculine guise...

To close this out, let your mystical minds wander.... Think about how, in Christianity, to get baptized, you are laid into the waters to be reborn or cleansed from sin. Or, how a woman's water breaks signifying life & birth, or how you couldn't survive without water for more than 2 days.... Things like these make you wonder....

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐳 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢

[cyarsk52-20]

That breaks my heart fr. 🥺

She was so emotionally and mentally drained by the traumatic experience.

you can’t constantly hurt someone and not think about how it effects them.

Especially if you’re a man who cowardly and intentionally hurts a woman (women)

There’s a reason why people say “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”

There’s a reason why shows like “snapped “ has been on for 32 seasons as of this month , that’s double the amount of seasons that “deadly women “ has(14 seasons)

People have a breaking point when they are pushed over the edge.

You can’t play with peoples emotions especially when they been through so much in their lives.

Honestly I’m not gonna lie and sugarcoat it when I say once again that I need that little Canadian twerp to be murdered.

Its already bad enough that he shot her but he dehumanized her because his poor ego was bruised and he let toxic masculinity and anger get in the way of better judgment , and he did this for two years and he knew what he had done and he still took great pleasure in afflicting emotional pain to someone who lied to the cops to prevent him from becoming another black man, another hashtag, another beaten or killed by police , another name, another screaming for his mother, another (insert name of black man woman or child who was abused or killed by cops or white supremacy I.e emmitt till, Trayvon martin, Eric Gardner, Mike Brown, Sandra bland, Breonna Taylor, George Floyd etc) and let all these biiitch arss gossip girls and 🐈’s arss male rappers make offensive lyrics about her and make light of her too, (just blatantly dickriding that “man”) and not giving a single fquck by the fact that they are breaking her spiritually and emotionally even after that vertically challenged twat gets his comeuppance and you wonder why I’ll always be heated about this?

That’s a sociopath.

To hell with him.

To hell with everyone dehumanize meg.

May the ancestors strike you down hard

[destinyc1020]

Hmm people were not there since the very beginning. The tomdaya fandom was built by Z stans first and foremost, that's a fact. She's the the most famous of the two, and she already has some pattern with her previous rs so her stans knew her yea and knew Tom was her bf and they supported that.

When they split a lot of them, especially on Twitter, stopped talking about Tom even tho the Cherry era fed us a lot of content behind the scenes etc. They took her side.

And overall people love the two but are more Z stans that Tom stans, I don't know who is anon following but it's def not the big Tomdaya blog out here. The large majority of the fandom are women,and it's easier to look up to Z and enjoy her content because she has other business next to acting in fashion, and is more present, so is more enjoyable to follow her than him who is way more quiet nowadays. I have nothing against people who are more Z stan, as look as they're respectful towards Tom too.

But the truth is that people like Z more and that's fine, Im convinced you could make a poll asking them "if you had to give up one person to unfollow from everywhere and not consume any content from them forever, which one would you choose" and I'm convinced most people in the fandom would choose her🤷‍♀️

Hmm..... I'm not sure what your last paragraph meant. 🤔

But anyway, grab a comfy chair, cuz this is gonna be long lol. 😂

Tbh? I'm really kind of feeling that some fans got divided after the breakup actually, coz what I saw during 2019 is that SOME fans took Tom's side, and SOME fans took Zendaya's side.

I almost got the impression with some Tomdaya fans/accounts that they didn't really care too much about Z's career or whereabouts unless it pertained to Tom or possibly them maybe getting back together after the whole Olivia fiasco.... but BEFORE the JE popping up in Greece with Z episode. 👀

I think after Greece, most Tomdaya fans lost hope that Tom and Zendaya were "getting back together" (at least, not THAT year lol 😆), and the focus on Z was less. It got even MORE less when Z and JE were spotted kissing in NYC, and some in the Tomdaya fandom really started to hate Zendaya after that cuz here she was out kissing JE who she had only dated for 6 months, and with Tom she was soooo secretive. (That right there should have been a sign that maybe she was rebounding lol? 😆)

Now that's just what I personally saw, but again, my life is busy, so I don't always see everything. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I do recall a LOT of Zendaya's fans being really cruel towards Tom however when Z and JE started dating. The height jokes were just crazy. They felt JE was a better option. All of it was just optics and how they physically looked together. I mean, the man is like 6'5 lol, so he's gonna be taller than MOST women AND most men put together lol 😆

I think some of her fans turned on Tom coz he was spotted with a blonde white girl while wearing her keyhole neck chain 👀, and that was like the ULTIMATE disrespect in their eyes (woc know what I mean), cuz fans felt he had cheated on Z. So then, all bets were off I guess. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned rofl 🤣 Y'all know we as women can be ruthless if we feel a man has done us wrong lol. You KNOW it's true lol 😏

I think some fans were just angry on Z's account, but Z wasn't putting her business out there. If anything, she was trying to give off signs that she and Tom were cool. It's kinda hard when you denied for years that you two were nothing but friends to do damage control lol 😆

Anyway, I don't really like rehashing the past or talking about this time period honestly. 😔

I'll just say that it kind is seemed to me that BOTH sides of the fandom kind of took sides, and if one side prefers one or the other, then that's okay I guess? 🤷🏾‍♀️

I personally like them BOTH. When they broke up I just felt bad for them and just hoped that they would at least TRY again with each other since I didn't feel like their 1.0 rlshp was really all that conducive to a healthy, long-term rlshp. I didn't hate on either of them though, and I just felt like whatever happened in the rlshp was just their business. I don't like taking sides during a breakup when idk all the facts tbh. It's not my life or my rlshp. And unless someone puts out a tell-all book, idk the facts. And even then, that's only that ONE person's side of the story tbh.🤷🏾‍♀️

I obviously relate more to Z cuz I'm also a woman and a woc, but I really do like both of them, and I've said from the beginning that I don't like comparing them. 🥴

[90363462]

Every man who has spoken ill of Megan in support of Tory has taken major Ls this year and that's not a coincidence.

They say that hades hath no fury like a woman scorned, clearly she must have some powerful ancestors because every person who once associated or meatsuck that violent Canadian baldie if they didn’t come out unscathed (though barely) they were suffering this year. I mean dababy hasn’t had a hit since 2020, iggy is still flopping, what’s to say about Drake that hasn’t been said , the bloggers are catching hell, etc. I tried to tell yall don’t outrage a woman especially a black woman

[supercantaloupe]

sitting here thinking about whether getting dragged to hell is truly justice for don giovanni’s actions, or whether that kind of end is the merciful one considering how many people are pursuing vengeance against him

[magnoliabutters]

YES MA’AM • STORIES FOR HUNTERS •

pairing: dean winchester x (female, 18+) reader

summary: brooding dean is no match for our “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” reader. 

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; anggggssssstttttt, splash of smut, mentions of trauma (i.e., ptsd flashbacks, avoidance), weapons, threats, guns, violence/gore, lack of proof reading, etc.

word count: ~4.3k

support your writer: if you enjoy, please give a reblog so others can enjoy too!  🤘🏼

• stories for hunters •

note: hello there! first sort of unintentional writing of angst with our baby, dean. our reader is def a bad ass hunter in the making. i strayed a bit from the smut and more focused on the monster of the weak. let me know your thoughts my spn fam <3 i hope i made you proud. 

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“Where should we start?” you ask as you promptly follow him to the car. Dean’s fast moves and stern face leave you unwelcome, but you continue to push those feelings away. You are determined. He leaves you with an abundance of silence. With a roll of his eyes, he swings his car door open with a loud creak. He lands himself firmly against the seats as he turns the keys. You are confident that if you are not in the passenger seat by the time he puts it in drive, he will be leaving you behind. With a hurry, you open the door and jump into the seat. 

You have sat in uncomfortable situations before, but you are sure that nothing beats this moment. It is almost as though you do not want to look over at Dean. On the other hand, you almost don’t want to look away. You catch a glimpse of his furrowed brow. His jaw clenched as all hell. His hands grip tightly against the steering wheel. His foot glued onto the gas pedal. You decide it might be best to remain silent. He has the right to be pissed that you have come along, but you also have the right to be there. You can try to find peace and safety in his silence. 

As he approaches a red light in the middle of town, Dean harshly hits the breaks. Without showing an expression on your face, your hands and feet brace the sudden stop of motion. He begins to furiously tap against the steering wheel. You turn your focus on to the people on the sidewalk. They walk so oblivious to the horrors of the world, discussing the stupidities of mundane life. Part of you is almost jealous, regretting how much you did not appreciate your life before yesterday. 

You intentionally listen to one of their conversations. “I found this gorgeous dress, but they didn’t have my size!” a young girl whined. “Maybe you can get it online?” her friend suggests. The girl rolls her eyes, whimpers, and says, “Maybe I’m hangry. I’m just so hungry.” And just like that you are brought back to his cabin. You feel the car push you forward as Dean accelerates. The wounds on your wrists begin to burn. Your joints ache as you lose sensation of sitting in the car. You begin to smell the metallic odor in the air. It is such a sharp, distinct smell in your nose. In a flash, you see his hand pull from deep within her chest. The still beating heart drowning in a pool of blood upon his hand. You see her face, permanently cemented with horror. Those unfamiliar yellow eyes glowing in the dark. His teeth-

“Breathe, it’s okay,” Dean whispers, as he places a hand to your chest. You snap back into reality as your eyes meet his. The car is suddenly parked on the side of the road. His green eyes watching you with complete concern. The tightness of his jaw and brows completely dissipated. Your eyebrows push together as you find yourself confused. It feels as though you have been holding your breath for years. “In,” he says as he models breathing in. You follow his instructions with wide eyes as you take in a deep breath. “You are safe,” he reminds you. You nod furiously, completely detached with what is happening to your body. You notice that your hands are also shaking. 

Holding your hands together in your lap, you attempt to stop the trembling of your fingers. You look up to him with a sad excuse for a smile. “Thank you,” you mutter as you clear your throat. “Sam said he was going to canvas the neighbors. If he was talking about the werewolf’s, we’re going to need to take a left at the next light.” Dean slowly removes his hand from your chest. His brow raises as that clenched jaw returns. “You’re going to stay in the car when I go talk to them,” he says as he puts the car in drive and begins to merge onto the road. You turn towards him with a shocked expression. “Yeah, that’s not happening,” you mutter under your breath as you cross your arms around your chest. The anger growing within you supports you with your shakes. 

Dean lets out an exasperated sigh as he rolls his eyes and sucks on his tongue. He tightens his grip onto the steering wheel as he is left more frustrated with your presence. You give zero shits as you watch him turn onto the werewolf’s street. He parks abruptly and turns towards you. “Stay here, I’ll get the door,” he says sternly. You watch him walk in front of the car in disbelief. Fully suspicious of why his embittered manner is now gentlemanly. He reaches for your door and slowly opens it with one hand. You watch him as you grasp onto the handle to hoist yourself up from the seat. 

Suddenly, Dean clasps one loop of a handcuff onto your wrist. The quick of his movement leaves your wrist afflicted with pain. Before he is able to wrap the other cuff onto the door’s handle, you push the door open harshly and crash it against his shin and knee. He stumbles as you quickly raise from the seat and move away from his car. With a stiff lip, you state, “Take this shit off of me now.” Dean’s lip pulls to one side. His eyes dark with anger. “You are staying here,” he demands. You look at him with disgust. The man you spent the night with was not the same one standing in front of you now. Slowly, you say, “Take this shit off of me now or I’ll scream.” 

With your threat, Dean looks around to notice the people walking alongside the Main Street. “Scream all you want,” he says as he reaches towards you. You quickly pull away and ask, “Are you sure you want to do that, Dean? Because that’s a one way ticket to the police department and I sure as shit will get to your brother before you do.” His nostrils flare as he stares you down. Filled with anger, you do not turn away from his furious eyes. “Take. This. Shit. Off,” you repeat once more, with clear enunciation of each “t.” With a deep sigh and a pull from your eye line, he digs his hands into his pocket and reveals a small key. He reluctantly throws it your way as he quickly turns and opens his trunk. You instinctually catch the keys and hurriedly unlock the cuff from your wrist. He grabs a small rectangular item, slams his car down, and begins to across the street to the first house. 

As you rub your wrist, you place the keys and handcuffs into your back jean pocket. By the time you catch up with him, Dean is already knocking on the front door of a neighbor’s porch. The door opens to a middle aged woman you recognize from your diner. As she opens the door, he quickly reveals a FBI badge to the resident. “Hello there, my name is Agent Bonham. I was wondering if you have seen my fellow agent, Agent Copeland,” he says with a serious inflection of his voice. The woman replies, “Oh my. I’m not too sure. I had quite a lot of visitors this morning.” You scoff behind Dean’s shoulder as you know this woman has a reputation of twisting the truth. You can imagine her pretending not to remember simply to spend more time speaking to the beautiful man. 

The woman leans to the side in response to your laughter. She smiles as she recognizes you. “Y/n! What are you doing here?” Without skipping a beat, you walk up beside Dean. “I’m helping the agents get around town. Are you sure you haven’t seen Agent Copeland?” you ask with a suspicious tone to your voice. “It’s hard to miss him. He’s like this 7-foot, handsome male model.” The woman blushes and giggles. “Oh, yes! He was quite the cutie, but don’t tell my husband,” she says with a laugh and a pat to your shoulder. You laugh, “I know right?” You nonchalantly take a look at Dean to see his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Do you happen to remember where he went after he spoke with you?” you ask with a grin. The woman smiles, “Ugh, I was so sad to see him go but yes, he went to the Anderson’s down the way.” She pointed to the house that bordered the other side of the werewolf’s. 

“Thank you so much, Missus Richards. We’ll be seeing you,” you say as you place your hand gently upon Dean’s elbow. You guide him down the porch stairs and onto the sidewalk. “Male model, huh?” he mutters under his breath. Without looking at him you respond, “Yeah, you used to be one too before you got this nasty stink look to your face.” He scoffs as he continues to walk beside you. With a pep to your step, you hop up the neighbor’s porch and knock onto the door. 

As the door swings open, you watch as an old woman opens the door. “Yes?” she asks shakily. “Hello, Miss Anderson. I’m here with Agent Bonham from the FBI,” you say as you point back towards Dean. “Did you happen to speak with an Agent Copeland?” you ask. The woman smiles at the sound of Sam’s alias. “Yes, he was asking about James Carlton. What a sweet boy,” she says as she reminisces. You wince at his name, only wanting to refer to him as the “werewolf” and soon, the “dead werewolf.” “Did you know that man checked up on me every day since Todd got sick?” she warmly asks. You attempt to put on a fake smile, but it takes more effort than you remember. 

From behind you, Dean asks, “When was the last time you saw him?” You involuntarily shiver as he steps closer towards you. Your jaw clenches as you try to stay within reality. “I saw him just the other day. He was moving these boxes out,” she says as she reaches for his arm. She grips his forearm tightly, “I was so scared that he was moving out. I don’t know what I’d do without him.” He smiles as he places his hand atop of hers. “Do you happen to know where he was moving his boxes?” he asks comfortingly. The woman smiles as she tucks her chin down. “He was just moving them into his storage. He wasn’t moving after all,” the woman says with a sigh of relief. 

Dean smiles as he gives her another squeeze to her hand. “Thank you so much for your help ma’am,” he says. The woman smiles and continues to hold onto his forearm. He smiles awkwardly as you watch amusingly from afar. “Ma’am, I’m going to go now,” he says sweetly. He then slowly moves the woman’s hand from his arm. She continues to smile and blush as he does. As he forces a smile to his face, he turns from her and begins to walk towards the sidewalk. You softly snicker as you follow from behind. 

Out of earshot, Dean laughs, “Damn, that lady got a grip.” You shake your head as you roll your eyes. “There’s only one storage place in town. I know the guy who runs it. Let’s go,” you say as you walk towards the car. He follows closely behind you, rushing into the driver’s seat. You feel like you are a child racing against your sibling to get shotgun. The fact is he was going to leave you behind if you were not quick enough. As you rapidly sit down, slam the door, and put on your seatbelt, you look over to him and notice his lack of urgency. “What are we doing?” you ask rudely. He turns over to you with a look of annoyance. He raises his hands to the street. “Tell me where to go,” he says with irritation. 

“God, how am I supposed to believe you kill monsters regularly if you don’t even know how to communicate,” you frustratingly respond. “Take a U, a right, and then it’ll be on the left.” Dean shoots you a fake smile as he gently places his hands upon the steering wheel. He takes a u-turn back towards the busy street. “How do you kill a werewolf?” you ask as your eyes remain fixed on the road. “Basic silver bullet to the heart,” he answers with a finger pointed to his chest as he looks at you. The concerned brows reappear across his face. “I can shoot,” you say with a nod. 

Dean pulls up to the sidewalk of the town’s storage locker lot. You quickly get out of the car and meet him at his trunk. He lifts the lid and immediately grabs several different items. He opens a clasped bag onto his hand revealing 10 silvered bullets. You take a deep breath as you watch him hand them to you. He then grabs a revolver from the side of the trunk. “I’m trusting that you actually can shoot,” he says as he attempts to reach your eye line. You meet his eyes as he hands the gun to you. “Don’t shoot me or Sam,” he says with his eyebrows densely pressed together. “Or yourself,” he mutters as he reaches for his own pistol. You begin to reload the chambers. Five for you, five for Dean. One werewolf. Should be easy.

In a swift movement, Dean closes the trunk and places his pistol within the waistline of his pants. You do the same and ensure your shirt covers your lower back. As he opens the office’s door, you walk through and immediately address the worker. “Hey Ben, want to tell me which one’s James?” you ask with a crack in your voice. Your mouth feels disgusting saying his name. It was almost as though you forgot. It rolled off the tongue so easily. “Why would I do that?” Ben asks with a laugh. You shoot him a smile as you calmly say, “Because if you don’t, I’ll tell Tanya that you’re fucking her husband.” 

The color to Ben’s face completely disappears. His hands begin to shake as he makes quick looks towards Dean. “Which one?” you ask. He immediately answers, “1250.” You place your hand out, gesturing for more. He lands the keys perfectly within your palm. Without looking back at him, you close your hand and begin to make your way to storage unit 1250. Of course, you both find yourselves going to the desolate corner of the large storage lot. A few steps closer and you begin to hear blows land. Yelling can be heard through the metal door. 

Dean looks your way. His expression is more serious, lips pursed and brows furrowed. He reaches for his gun and slowly pulls it in front of him. Reaching unit 1250, he nods towards the metal door. You nod in response as you carefully place your hand within the door’s handle. In your peripherals, you see Dean raise his gun as he prepares to shoot. In a swift move, you pull the door up and open. He immediately begins to shoot over his brother’s head. You push off to the side in case the wolf returned fire. You grab your gun and begin to aim  towards the back corner of the storage unit. 

As Dean continues to shoot, you watch as the werewolf miraculously runs behind old boxes and metaled shelves. “Untie him,” you hear from overhead as you walk further into the space. Dean begins to scan the area. You quickly rush over to Sam. He was lumped over on a wooden chair, badly beaten. His nose bleeding onto his lips and chin. His cut reopened upon his cheek. His right eye beyond swollen. Pushing back a piece of his hair with concern written all over you face, you say, “Don’t worry, I got you.” You reach for the ropes upon his wrists. You begin to feel your head swarm with thoughts. You take deep breaths as you rapidly untie the nots. 

Sam’s body slumps onto you, pushing you off balance. You adjust your weight and gently push his back onto the chair. A screech shoots through the air. You turn around to see the wolf jump onto Dean’s side. The motion leaves both bodies sliding across the floor. You watch as he rolls on top of the wolf. His lips are a thin line as he brutally smashes the butt of his gun onto the wolf’s face. The wolf then pushes him off and onto a metal shelf. Those yellow eyes redirect towards you. Its glow is all you can see in the darkness of the unit. 

From the gold floating orbs, you hear a previously comforting voice. James. The one you grew to love and care for. Your friend. “Y/n, what are you doing here?” You instinctually draw your gun towards the eyes. “Stop,” you yell hesitantly. “Are you okay? You shouldn’t be here,” James soothes. You watch frozen as you now see shadows grow closer towards you. Abruptly, you hear Dean’s deep toned yell as he runs and tackles the wolf. The two of them fall right at your feet, struggling to get the upper hand. 

James begins to struggle against Dean. You continue to hear that familiar voice. But with your vision returned, there’s no avoiding it. You look down towards James as his sharp teeth stick out from his mouth. You note his large nails, littered with Sam’s blood. James rolls atop of Dean and attempts to slash him with his nails. Dean holds him tight at his wrists. Without skipping another beat, you rush to his side and kick as hard as you could against his ribs. He curls up in response and falls onto his side against Dean. 

As soon as Dean was back on his feet, the wolf retreats into the darkness again. “Come out, you pussy,” Dean yells as he stands guard in front of Sam. You stand beside him, your grip tight onto the revolver’s handle. Hearing rustling of boxes to your left, you immediately turn to the sound and raise your gun. You wince in pain as you feel a sharp burn against your right calf. As you look down, you notice three claw marks against your leg. Your jeans slowly begin to soak with crimson. Just then, you feel your leg give out as it weakens. Dean reaches for you, but you feel a sudden tug onto your waist. You are ripped from the light and brought right into the darkness. 

The wolf rushes you both through several twists and turns. This storage unit is more like a maze. He abruptly drops you in another part within the unit. To the best of your knowledge, he has left you alone in complete and utter darkness. “Dean,” you yell. As you check your body for pain, you note that you are still holding the gun in your dominant hand. You raise the revolver as you attempt to place your weight onto your left leg. Dean yells, “Y/n!” You scream “Dean!” in response. Without warning, you feel a body jump onto you. You fall back, knocking your head against the cold floor. You see the golden eyes above you. A soft shushing on your forehead. “I’m just so hungry,” you hear the werewolf hisses in your face. You feel his breathing heavy against your cheeks. You hear the smacking of his l lips. You feel his body make small movements away from yours. This is it. 

Dean rushes in with a flashlight and his pistol. His skin now purple against the left side of his face. You see a white hot light as a bursting sound shoots through the air. A sudden sensation of liquid falls upon your sternum. The weight resting upon you becomes heavier with each second passed. Dean rushes to your side. He pushes the weight off of you and pulls you up from the floor. You find yourself doozy. He quickly begins to check your arms, almost as though he was giving you a pat down. You stand there weak. Looking down, you see glimpse of James as Dean’s flashlight beam flashes across his body. 

“We gotta go,” Dean says as he quickly places your arm around his shoulder. He guides you through the maze and back to Sam. Dean lays you against another shelf as he walks towards his brother. Sam continues to rest against the chair, unconscious. Dean shakes Sam’s shoulders. “Sammy, wake up,” he pleas. Sam slowly begins to moan as he regains consciousness. You watch as Dean’s smile grows and a chuckle escapes his lips. “She turned him,” Sam mumbles. Dean stares at him with a confusing look. “She bit him. Granny,” he mutters as his head flings back into another bout of unconsciousness. 

Suddenly, Miss Anderson rushes through the storage unit and jumps onto Dean. Her teeth larger than James’. Her strength incomparable. She flings Dean over several boxes as she turns her attention to Sam. “I always liked the tall ones more,” she growls. You rapidly place your weight upon the shelf so that you could better raise your arms. With the quick shift in movement, you create noise against the boxes. The older woman turns towards you. The undeniable golden eyes fall upon you. 

With a swift motion, the older woman runs towards you at full speed. You quickly pull up your gun and squeeze the trigger faster than you can aim. A spark of light and a sound of an explosion. You see the woman on the ground lying in a growing pool of blood. She groans as she attempts to pull herself up from the ground. Gut shot. With a deep breath, you walk towards her and dig the heel of your shoe onto her back. Raising your gun, you say, “For James.” You shoot her dead in the heart. 

Dean crawls out from the stacked boxes. He watches as you stand over the dead wolf’s body. “Y/n,” he whispers as he softly places his fingers against your forearm. “Can you help me get Sam out of here?” You slowly face the boys. Your face deadpanned. Your body feeling weightless and painless. As Dean lifts him onto his shoulder, you duck under Sam’s arm to support his other side. “You did good,” Dean whispers. “You’re a natural.” You nod as you continue to help pull Sam’s weight back towards the office. “We’ll get back to the motel and get the first aid going,” he says as he keeps his eyes towards the front. 

- x o x - 

“Yeah, exactly. And then grab me the scissors over there?” Dean instructs as he stitches a deep cut against Sam’s chest. You note a familiar tattoo on his collarbone. Sam lays still unconscious atop of the bed. You follow Dean’s instructions and hand him the scissors. As you sit back down, you continue to carelessly hold the gauze against your calf. “Okay, you’re turn,” Dean says as he walks over towards you. You carefully lift the cloth from your leg. The wound continues to burn. The blood rests confused on your skin as it determines whether it should be dry or flowing. You wince at any movement close to it, but continue to feel hopeless in your own body. 

As he begins to tighten the stitching against the needle, Dean smiles and says, “I wasn’t kidding when I said you are a natural. You sure you don’t have any hunters in your family?” He chuckles as he attempts to make eye contact with you. However, you are too busy staring at the floor. “None that I know of,” you respond softly. “Dean?” you ask as you turn towards him. Dean flinches as you moved quickly towards him as he prepared the needle. His eyes widen as they land on yours. “How am I supposed to feel?” you genuinely ask. He lightly breathes out as he places the needle back into a shot glass of alcohol. “Let’s start with how do you feel?” he asks as his eyes wash over you with worry. 

“I feel powerful,” you whisper. “But I feel like I should at least feel bad.” You look down towards him with concern. Dean looks up at you with a deep breath. “That lady was an old ass werewolf who was turning people around her. She was dangerous and she’s already killed so many people in this town,” he says. “You don’t have to feel bad about her.” You nod as tears well in your eyes. “Is this how it always is, being a hunter?” you ask. He sighs as he picks up the needle. “Not always. There’s usually a bit more fun when you’re saving the damsel,” he laughs. You push his shoulder as he attempts to come closer to your with the needle again. “No damsel here,” you say. A wince forms across your face as he digs the needle into your calf. 

Dean looks up to you with adoration. He is impressed by your strength. “Not at all,” he mutters as he continues to stitch your wound. You take a quick swig of the already opened beer on the table as he goes in for his second set. “After this, you are fucking all these bad memories out of me,” you passively say as you raise your bottle towards him. He laughs, a genuine laugh that makes you smile and remember that you can smile again. “Spoken like a true hunter,” he responds. “Yes, ma’am.” 

—- x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x o x —-

note: let me know what y’all think! 

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[gabzlovesu]

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED.

ukai keishin x black!reader

[Rated M — includes mature themes such as: sex, drugs, murder, etc.]

SUMMARY.

Y/N was all too familiar with the yakuza life — during her childhood, she was trained and molded to become the next leader. And now many years later, after establishing a normal life, she finds herself once again roped into the affairs of a notorious gang. Don’t be mistaken though… if Y/N is gonna play someone else's game, then she's damn sure gonna play by her own rules. 

CHAPTERS.

prologue. one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten.

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[gunmetal-ring]

I'm actually looking forward to next week's episode tbh like I know so many of us are dreading it and are having a lot of anxiety but I have a rly hard time believing that Leah will be introduced independent of the reapers, meaning that she'll likely rip off her mask and dramatically be like "daryl... the group that just killed some of your group... They're My Family"

meaning that Daryl will internally be like, in order

A) omg wait Leah is alive?!

B) wtf?!

C) wait why is she with the bad guys?!

D) wait she called them her family?!

E) she's voluntarily with them?!

F) why?!

G) hang on she's been hunting maggie?!

H) oh shit she's probably still pissed that I bounced

I) she's probably double pissed that I chose Carol- uh, um, I mean Rick/and now Maggie over her, even tho it was only temporarily, but she doesn't know that bc she bounced before I came back

J) oo and she's probably triple pissed that I didn't bother looking for her the way I looked for Rick #BromanceOverRomance (and only decided to stop looking for Rick when Carol asked me to, whoops i mean -)

K) hmm alright how am I gonna survive this one

Then, knowing twd, the end credits will roll, and then the next time we resume that storyline it'll be

L) alright well maybe I'll ask how the hell she's still alive where has she been what happened etc you know, all the awkward run-in-with-the-ex catching up they have to do

M) probably gonna get some snarky remark because hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and then he's gonna be like well you know what I gotta stay alive for this bc how else will I ride off into the sunset with Carol?

N) so he'll say "hey psst secret is that I hate Maggie too, i was trying to kill her too I super swear, let's join together and do it also I love you 5ever Im totally telling the truth I super duper swear for real pinky promise"

O) and internally he'll be like not only will this keep me alive so I can ride off into the subset with Carol but it will also help me to accept the fact that my value as a person does not rest on whether or not I can save people

P) bc as we know, the girl was cuckoo for cocoa puffs back when they met, and has probably only turned cuckoo-ier since she bounced, seeing as how she's on a murderous rampage with a bunch of dudes in creepy Halloween masks

Q) and then he'll realize that She Can't Be Saved And TBH Wasn't All That Great To Begin With, And It Probably Wasn't A Great Idea To Date Her In The First Place Anyway, Especially Since I Was Actually In Love With Someone Else The Whole Time whoops I mean -

R) and then she'll die or fuck off forever somehow and Carol will be like omg Daryl I'm so sorry that your creepy woodswoman long lost love is gone for good, it's probably my fault to some degree, just like your its-not-like-that long lost love is gone for good also because of me

S) and he'll be like um jsyk when I say "It's not like that" I mean "it's not like that" so no I don't love Connie it just sucks that she went AWOL for all the normal reasons, and also have you considered the fact that the thing I loved about leah was that she had Dog and gave me a sense of purpose while I was failing to find rick bc if I can't find him at least maybe I can save her from herself

T) and Carol will be like OK well and Daryl will be like no okay well just LISTEN to me the main reason I didn't love either of them is because I love YOU always have always will

U) then Carol will start crying and he'll gently wipe away her tears and be like BTW I know you love me but I get it if you can't be w me bc of all your trauma and whatnot

V) and Carol will be like yes I love you I've been repressing it for the last six or seven seasons bc i thought you didn't love me but you know what I'm working thru my trauma as best I can

W) and he'll be like oh great so.... this means I can kiss you right

X) and she'll be like um duh lay one on me

Y) they kiss

Z) they ride off into the sunset and star in a spinoff all about middle aged dating in the zombie apocalypse when it's just the two of you out on the road all alone for the rest of your lives the end

[my-mt-heart]

Regarding Norman's comment about "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," I am REALLY not looking forward to the inevitable scenes where Leah goes on about how much she loved him and what they shared, etc. I'm dreading it actually because her take on the "relationship" is probably a lot different than reality and I'll be in no mood to hear that. One thing that will be great is seeing the obvious differences between a nutjob Leah and Carol, who doesn't go all Glenn Close when her relationships end. I'm hoping that will be obvious to Daryl and will make him want to be with Carol even more.

Some aspects of the storyline will likely be uncomfortable, only because in order to find out what the relationship between Daryl and Leah really was (or was not I should say), it has to be dug into. I think if anyone's perception of it was skewed, it was Daryl's. He glorified her out of guilt.

I feel very confident that Leah is going to be an antagonist, not an antagonist turned hero. To what degree that's going to be colored with the hellbent "scorned lover" trope, we shall see (NR and AK overemphasize things sometimes I've noticed). It would be super interesting if that side of Leah comes out on the heels of discovering Daryl gave Carol her knife. We absolutely need those two women to cross. The parallels/juxtapositions were established for a reason, and they have to be payed off.

However it plays out, it still has to feel grounded and true to Daryl's journey. He has to land in a position where he no longer feels any guilt for "leaving Leah behind," and I think the article was definitely on the right track pointing out that if Leah puts Carol (aka his ride or die) in danger, it's going to finally click for Daryl that she has to be taken down.

[demonslayedher]

As a Kimetsu and Kojiki nerd allow me to just say AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH Or I can try to keep this simple. This will not be a translation of the video, but an explanation of why I’m screaming about the Seventh Form of Thunder Breathing, Honoikazuchi-no-kami. EDIT: AND SCREAMING ABOUT A KAMADO CONNECTION STRONGER THAN I ORIGINALLY NOTICED, AHHHHHHHHHHH

Okay so. Guh. Where do I start.  To dive into the very basic background, the Kojiki is an 8th century collection of Shinto basic Shinto mythology and one of the primary myths is how the god couple Izanagi-no-mikoto and Izanami-no-mikoto together birthed the lands and godly population of Japan, but Izanami died giving birth to the fire god Kagutsuchi—whom, OH MY MUZAN, I DREW LIKE THE LITTLE CARETAKERS OF TANJIRO’S UNCONSCIOUS INNER SPACE, FUUUUUUDGE, I KNEW THOSE THINGS FELT FAMILIARRRRRR

(This is a panel from an old project in which I retold some of the Kojiki legends for the sake of introducing associated locations around the San’in region. Instead of retelling the whole legend here, this will make more sense if you just read that over here (you’ll want “To Yomi and Back Again” for this). I’ll borrow a few panels and photos as necessary here.) Oh dang, in the video this fox-nerd even mentions how Kagutsuchi is more of a commoner’s hearth god, which totally ties him in more with the Kamado family, and the charcoal associations are tied with protection from evil and purity, but I digress, I DIGRESS. So anyway, setting this little fire god aside, Izanami dies and goes to the underworld, Yomi. It’s not necessarily “hell” unless you’re following a mythology version that interprets hell as where all dead souls go instead of just the bad ones (after all, even Oyakata-sama says Rengoku-san won’t be lonely for long, since he’ll be heading to Yomi soon too, DON’T SAY THAT MAN, IT MAKES ME SAD—-and OHHHHHHH HANG ON, OYAKATA-SAMA, I GOT MORE TO SAY ABOUT YOU IN THIS POST). Izanagi, just like a certain character in Greek mythology, marches down to Yomi to bring her back, and ultimately that’s cool as long as he doesn’t look back and see her rotting flesh. And yeah, he does. Jerk.  He’s like, “ew, nevermind” and she’s the embodiment of “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” and goes after him with a bunch of rotting women of hell whom Izanagi keeps off his back with your typical bag of mythology tricks, and then Izanami just right then and there births eight thunder gods at different parts of her body to shoot after him.  As the fox-nerd explains in the video, each of these named gods who only makes a very, veeeery brief appearance in the Kojiki, are thought to represent a different aspect of Thunder, like how the clouds get darker, the sound, the freshness in the air afterward, the ground being struck, etc. So then the one she bore at her chest, right at her heart, that one was called  火雷神, Honoikazuchi-no-kami. The 雷 is lightning, and you find a handful of lightning related gods with this is their name and pronounced “Ikazuchi.” The 火 is fire, so it is thought that this name is in reference to fires started by lightning, as opposed to the lightning itself.  BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE 1. The video mentions Honoikazuchi-no-kami is a very, very rarely mentioned god, but in noble people’s homes, rather than humble Kagutsuchi, Honoikazuchi is the god worshiped at the hearth. NO, I DIDN’T DIGRESS, LET ME KEEP GOING.  2. Fire seems like more of a Kamado thing, yes, but a video I saw the other day pointed out how the 照 in Yoshiteru’s name is in reference to the light of the sun (日) while the 燈 in Touko’s name (which means ‘lantern’) includes the radical for fire (火), thus bringing in more of Nezuko’s family history because ZENITSU’S WIFE IS IMPORTANT, YO 3. Kind of aside but back in that legend when Izanagi ran away to safety, there was a PEACH TREE outside the gate to Yomi

and Izanagi used those peaches in his escape from Yomi, which he then turned around and sealed with a rock.  (Lame photo, but this is the labeled peach tree at Yomotsu Hirasaka, the canonical but probably not the most popular hell-associated spot in Japan (AND BY THE WAY IT’S NOT FAR AT ALL FROM AN AREA THAT WAS FAMOUS IN THIS MYTHOLOGICAL PERIOD FOR MAKING MAGATAMA JEWELS LIKE THE ONES KAIGAKU WORE BUT SERIOUSLY I DIGRESS, TAMATSUKURI ONSEN IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE HOT SPRING AREAS ANYWAY AND EVERYONE SHOULD VISIT IT))

And then when they have their final parting they have this little symbolic exchange about how Izanami, now associated with death, will bring about death in the populace, while Izanagi, who was about to go on to birth a famous sun, moon, and storm god trio, blathered on about how he was going to keep bringing about new life. 

Now.  Now, when he said ‘birthing huts’ the word he used was ‘産屋’ (ubu-ya) but if you’d rather an upgrade to a mansion rather than a hut, we can do that with 産屋敷. As in… UBUYASHIKI.  GOSH, DANG IT, GOTOUGE, YOU BRILLIANT GATOR, YOOOOUUU!!! This is as far as I’m gonna go, but there’s a part of me jumping off a mental cliff screaming about how Izanagi and Izanami abandoned their first child who had no bones and how Zenitsu was abandoned and THAT MEANS ZENITSU IS EBISU, LOOOOOOOLZZZZ—no.  Even I have my limits out here on these limbs.  EDIT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! Those Kamado-Kagutsuchi connections I made were by accident, but Gotouge had that in mind FROM THE VERY START

Circled: “Kagutsuchi is a fire god” Two possible titles considered: “Onigari Kagutsuchi” (Demon Hunter Kagutsuchi), “Sumi no Kagutsuchi” (Kagutsuchi of the Charcoal) I’m (still) screaming.  And like, this is all the more interesting because Kagutsuchi is the first god to kill another god, what’s more, his own mother; yet this fire is still associated with purification; which is about as close as Shintoism comes to having a moral code. And then you’ve got Tanjiro, who feels the oni are kindred former humans even as he must rid the world of them.  UUNNNNGGGHHHHHH, GOTOUGEEEEEEEEEEEEEE————

[shambolicshadows]

For as mature as I am, I become a whole child when it comes to someone challenging me or someone else.

Telling me what to do/not do

Telling me what to say/not say

Making a threat (especially if I damn well know you won’t follow through)

The words “watch yourself”, “I don’t have to take this from you”, “Did I ask?”, etc

Thinking you’re superior out of arrogance

Being a general asshole without provocation

Etc, etc, etc

I’m not anything that even closely resembles being a scary person, but, on god, I’m not playing games— hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. I’ll flip the switch so fucking fast that you’ll get whiplash, I don’t even care.

[mileycyprus-hill]

Hi, may I get a matchup please? (Also I am so sorry if I already sent one, please delete this if I did) I am 5’10, curly strawberry blonde hair and grey eyes. I love theatre, reading, writing and singing. I’m very protective at times if someone messes with my friends, but I’ll still tease them to no end. I’m very witty and always has strange new ideas. But I also have really big mood swings so I can randomly get distant. Thank you

(Doesn’t look like you sent one in already, at least from what I could see!)

🎶 Matchmaker, matchmaker. Make me a match! 🎶

I match you with...

Josiah Trelawny

A lover of drama, that Trelawny.

You love theatre? He loves theatre!

Get ready for random quotes from Shakespeare, Wilde, and who knows what else. Trelawny likes to pepper those in conversation.

He loves the performing arts: opera, symphonies, comedies, tragedies, street shows, etc.

And he’ll take you to all of them.

He’ll soon grow tired of the over-watched shows in Saint Denis and promises to take you to New York City to see real plays.

Trelawny admires a tall woman like you who can hold her own. In fact, it was your creative mind behind the elaborate heists that drew him to you.

(It wasn’t just your height that made you stand out amongst the rest of the women.)

That’s why you two rarely have bounties on you: you’re that good at swindling people and running out of town in a flash that no one remembers who you are.

Trelawny’s got a real dry wit, and the banter between the two of you would often go over the heads of other members of the gang.

Which is hilarious to see. The way you two tease each other makes the others scratch their heads.

You make such a great team that he plans to marry you.

Get ready for the most elaborate proposal you’ve ever dreamed of.

A hot-air balloon ride, dinner in a private booth, dancing, a carriage ride, flowers, fireworks, the whole chebang.

He treats you like the lady you are, but he’s not patronizing. He won’t hold you back like the men of his time would.

You’re his golden angel, with an unmatched beauty and heavenly voice. But a fury like none other.

Hence the phrase, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he’d say. “My wife is not a woman to be trifled with.”

Soon followed by a “I warned you,” to the poor idiot who crossed you.

> insert Will Smith ‘my wife’ pose <

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Hope you enjoy your match!