#theirsuffering

[saviourisms]

         "No, Killian" Emma replied as she shook her head and closed the gap between them taking his hook in her hand. "You are not a washed up pirate to me. You have done so much for me and my family. You even managed to make the town view you differently. This doubt you're feeling is normal but you shouldn't give up now." Killian's words sounded like he was breaking up with her just a short while after they began their relationship, and she couldn't endure the thought of that after losing Neal and Graham... I can't lose him. 

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[storysbegin-blog]

@theirsuffering

          ❛ this is so weird. ❜  having all of the realms in one place.  being able to walk down main street in storybrooke, and then make a left and end up in the enchanted forest.  it takes getting used to, but she  is  happy to be home.  to be surrounded by her family again, her long, extended family.  the people she had grown up with.  but also her younger self...  yep, definitely weird.  ❛ but at least we can be together, no problems, no villains to face.  we’re all here, safe and sound. ❜

[fortunainfiniitus-a-blog]

@theirsuffering

It hit her. Everything hit her so suddenly - the feelings, the memories... The curse was broken and she remembered. Anna. Her name was Anna. Married to Captain Killian Jones, but not the same her sister married. It was... Complicated. But one thing she knew for sure. The blonde in front of her? The beautiful, brave and smart girl? This was Alice. Her daughter.

“ Oh... Oh Alice... “

She murmured out, taking a step towards her, because unlike her husband, she was not poisoned. She was not forbidden from touching her. From being close to her. 

“ Look at you, my beautiful girl... It’s me... Do you know who I am? “ 

She hoped so deeply Alice did. 

[ofsacriifices]

“ There’s no need for you to run things here like a dictator, Negan. I'm here. " Lucille gave her husband a small smile as she reached to take his hand. It had only been a few weeks since the outbreak started and she knew how protective he was of her since Lucille nearly lost her battle with a fatal diagnosis. " I don't want you kicking yourself over the past, of what you did when I have moved on and forgiven you for it. Can you talk to me? I want to be involved on these decisions you’re making for the group. "

@theirsuffering | for negan

[riskdeaths-archive-blog]

@theirsuffering and this too ily wife

          ❛ why help you ? ❜  brow raises, and head tilts as she eyes the man in front of her.  coming to them as those other people had, asking help.  help is not just given.  a return is always necessary.  survival of the fittest be their logic.

[motheriing]

" i don't think you should underestimate us. " -- from maggie

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“Yeah. We got that with your little pussy sucker punch on killin’ men while they were asleep,” Lisa answered, words point blank and unamused with the woman known as the window. “The only reason you and I aren’t going at this like two real country bitches – no guns, no knives, just our hands and the dirt –  is because from what my husband told me about that night, you had something wrong that sounded awful close to what happened to me with my youngest.”

[wiithheart]

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“You don’t think I can do it, huh?” His words are slurred as he motions to her and then back at himself. Possibly, he’s nodding his head like he’s onto some big conspiracy plan against himself but that’s neither here nor there as he looks at her. It’s like everything slows down now, the breathy chuckle and her head tilting and Nancy is the only thing he wants to be drunk on. Hands reach for her hips, settling there gently and carefully. “Is this okay?” He holds his hands up, waiting instead to be told and leans down, forehead leaning against hers. Eyes close which helps with the spinning problem he has but she smells so damn good and he’s sure that it makes everything in life better. “But ice cream is good... ‘sides, if I go to bed, who will hang out with you?” 

[poisondivy-a]

FINALLY EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE.    the smoke envelops drizella as fingers snap .  the bright young witch is whisking herself away to where she is . in all this commotion that has been drizelles life , alice has been the bright spot in her life that keeps her going . she knew the only way that they could ever have a future  --- a life together , was if drizella escaped her mother . & now she finally could . she would take them all away to a land without magic . she could have the girl , & never have to worry again .  getting rid of her unwanted fiancé  was the original plan   ------ they could figure out the rest later .  but oh how she now managed to kill too birds with one stone .  this curse was going to change her  life . it was going to change their lives .  & drizella was anticipating telling her lady love .    SOME CLEARS  &  SHE LANDS IN THE CLEARING .   she picks up her cloak with her hands to keep herself from tripping --- that will do her no good no .  ❛  alice  !!   ❜  she calls out into the clearing .   ❛   alice i’m here .    ❜

@theirsuffering   wanted some pain ( ‘: 

[careol-arc]

@theirsuffering i randomly got inspiration wife

          ❛ you can’t be weak anymore. ❜  a gun is thrust into her daughters hands.  ❛ it’s time to get out there and do what we all do.  there may come a day where not everyone is around to keep you safe.  what if you end up all alone again in the woods ?  running only get’s you so far. ❜  and carol may not always be around to keep sophia safe.  she needs to learn to not be afraid anymore.  ❛ you’re just like me.  you can be strong if you need to be.  it’s time to forget the  scared of your own shadow  phase and be strong. ❜

[withoutapprcval]

@theirsuffering liked for a smol starter.

“Wow, I’m surprised you didn’t bring your pointed hat -- it would add to the theatrics of your entrance.”

[saviourisms]

@theirsuffering for Killian :P

Emma had been married to Killian for a little over a year now and never felt like the honeymoon phase was starting to weaken. Her love for Killian grew with every passing day as she learned something new about the man she married, about witnessing acts of love he often bestowed upon her when she wasn't expecting it. That was when she decided to throw him off a little and do the same for him in return. 

She had just bought some new lingerie and wanted to put it to good use the same evening. When he came home from work after she did, Emma did the same thing she always did upon his arrival: greeting him with a kiss, asking how his day was, the two helping each other prepare dinner. Emma was not about to reveal the little surprise she had in mind for him that evening before they retired to bed. 

Emma had hidden the garment in a closet and changed in their spare room, smiling to herself in the mirror before making sure everything was perfect. It was a black and lace lingerie dress and see through throughout. She had her hair down and framing her face, bringing her hand up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear before walking back to their bedroom. 

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," Emma replied with a smirk as she closed the door behind her, leaning against the worn wood behind her. 

[rayofsunshinc]

send   ✦  and i’ll make an aesthetic graphic for our muses. jonathan + nancy    //   @theirsuffering

[blackberrycreekblog]

We have seen an overwhelming number of posts lately of smiling children holding up the first fish they caught, families fishing together for tradition and bonding, and lovers on vacation fishing to spend relaxing outdoor time together. Many people don’t realize that fish, like mammals, feel pain and have been found by scientists to be able to solve puzzles, recognize facial expressions, and process complex emotions such as excitement, fear, and sadness. Taking your children fishing is teaching them to harm others needlessly. We live in a time where we do not need to eat animals for nutrition nor certainly do we need to murder beautiful living creatures for our own entertainment. Imagine going out with dog treats, hooks, and a plastic bag to suffocate dogs together then taking pictures holding the dead ones and smiling. That would be horrific and absurd. Fishing is no different. If you’re reading this and feeling angry or defensive, that’s good. It means on a deep level you care, that you understand culture and kindness do not always align. We encourage you to take those convictions and cultivate them into new traditions of kindness with your family in the great outdoors. Share your alternate outdoor activities with us in the comments to inspire others! #loveoneanother #period #yourentertainment #theirsuffering @fish.feel (at Blackberry Creek Farm Animal Sanctuary) https://www.instagram.com/p/CDuNMwaMxUZ/?igshid=1ad3xgqpy9thi

[gunsweet-blog]

@theirsuffering [ x ]

          ❛ there’s a difference  between a party and a full on celebration baby. ❜  of course it would’ve been better if one of the opposing team members had died, but that hadn’t been the case.  and it was that damn tigers fault, stirring everyone up like that.  though she had to admit, a tiger would be a damn fun weapon to have on their side.  maybe that could be a little repo mission once that wannabe king was a trophy on the fence.  ❛ so how do you wanna handle this ?  there ain’t no avoiding a war now.  rick the little prick is gonna be rallying forces. ❜

[riskdeaths-archive-blog]

“then what do you suggest?” for mich from maggs

          ❛ we’re not them. ❜  she noticed it, the way things had gone on down here.  the saviors locked in a pen, barely being given basic human rights.  from what carl briefly spoke about the sanctuary, it was the same there.  prisoners kept in cells, barely given human decency.  she didn’t want maggie to become just as bad over grief.  it was all too easy to fall into madness, and she was doing her best not to stray from what carl wanted from them.  what he expected of them.

          ❛ they don’t seem like bad people, maggie.  they’re not the saviors, neither are we. ❜

[brcveclark-moved-blog]

             gun stripped from her holster -- knife ripped from her hands. she was weak for now, worn down by the harsh reality of the new world. separated from her mom, her brother -- everyone she’d known was seemingly gone. she’d tried to find them, searched for days / weeks. she didn’t know texas well, her california mind wishing she was at home once more. no such luck. she’d been taken, escorted to some kind of camp by a group of men who had unfortunately found her. she was too weak and alone, there was no chance of her defending herself. she hated that feeling of helplessness that had gotten her where she is now. she was put in a room, alone for now. her bright green hues flickering around her surroundings trying to find something, anything to be able to defend herself if need be. interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open, alicia stood there, waiting, her heard pounding so fast she could feel it in her ears. she just wanted to get whatever was going to happen to her over and done with. 

@theirsuffering // rosita&alicia