❝  y’know, i have a phD , it d-doesnt help with the f-fact that people poke f-fun at the stutter ; pamela s-says it’s e-enduring .  ❞     @falsefatale​ ( 🌺 )

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                 AMANDA         NODDED         HER         HEAD,            ❝            Yes,            I        do,            ❞              she        responded        without        EVEN        GLANCING        at        the        contained        blonde.              ❝            They        KILL        THEMSELVES,            ❞              Amanda        added        as        she        selected        her        BLADE        OF        CHOICE.              She        turned        around        and        faced        her        LONG        HATED        RIVAL.              ❝            Bash        their        FUCKIN’        HEADS        IN,            ❞              she        added        as        the        VERY        TIP        of        the        blade        poked        the        side        of        her        OWN        TEMPLE        to        illustrate        her        point.              ❝            Is        THAT        YOUR        PLAN      ???            ❞              she        inquired,            the        hand        TIGHTLY        GRIPPING        the        knife        resting        at        her        side        as        she        CIRCLED        THE        BLONDE.              A        predator,            sizing        up        her        prey.              ❝            DENY        ME        MY        KILL      ???              You        sure        it        ain’t        just        to        WAIT        FOR        JOKER      ???            ❞

 she does not move her head to follow the circling; that would imply intimidation. instead, she stays looking ahead, at the door - even though she knows no one is coming. what a fuckin’ day. as of this morning, there had been a M U T U A L breakup between the clown royalty. word hadn’t gotten around yet - she’d thought she could coast by as a presumed affiliate. the usual. but, given that she was currently shoved into a rottweiler(?) crate, her plans had clearly gone awry. however, rather than focus on all that had gone wrong, she lives in the present; and so her primary concern is escape.

tws for: kidnapping, stalking, torture, mutilation, medical, abuse.

“Don’t get paranoid on me. You’re no fun when you’re paranoid.”

“Being alone is just, kinda shitty.”

“Forget, forgive, move the fuck on already. Just go back to the way things were.”

“What are you, like, following me, or something?”

“Look, I’m not some psycho, okay? You know me.”

“When I saw you the other day, after all these years, I felt something. I know you did. I can’t just walk away from that.”

“Don’t worry, it’s safe. I tested it on myself.”

“What you doin’ here?”

“Fuck. You.”

“I’m doing this for your own good.”

“Please - please don’t leave me!”

“He’s gonna kill you. But you know that.”

“Look at you. You’re letting him beat you? That pathetic little shit?”

“Shut up!”

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“So what, you’re just a sick fuck, this is how you get your kicks?”

“I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing this for you. Because you’re special.”

“Before I met you, I was just floating. Through life. Like any minute I could just drift off, no one would even notice. Then you came along. And the thing that made it so hard is, I thought you were different.”

“You’re smart. Funny. When you talked to me, you saw me. You really saw me. That’s just what you wanted me to see, huh? The version of you you are when everyone’s watching? We both know that’s a lie, don’t we?”

“Go to hell.”

“That’s the question. Which one’s the real you. The you on the outside, or the other you?”

“You’re never leaving this room.”

“You won’t catch me.”

“And now what? Suddenly you’ve got me all figured out?”

“Love is just a label for our biological imperatives.”

“Are you really gonna lecture me on love? You’re keeping a girl in a cage.”

“Love’s not a lightning bolt. Love, real love, takes work. Sacrifice.”

“You hate yourself so much you can’t even imagine how fucked up someone would have to be to love you back.”

“You’re sick. Feeding that sickness until all it does is eat.”

“You can’t eat. You can’t sleep. You wanna confront them, but you’re too scared.”

“I’m trying to save you.”

“Then do it. Save me.”

“I’m going to stop you hurting other people. One way or the other.”

“And the Oscar goes to.”

“He wants to save me. I have to let him think that there’s a chance.”

“I’m just making sure your head’s still in the game.”

“I don’t need another useless peptalk. And I don’t need you.”

“I did it because I could.”

“Don’t pretend you know what I am.”

“If you love something, set it free. Isn’t that how that goes?”

“Do you know what happens to a Great White shark when you put it inside an aquarium?”

“You can’t just walk away. Not with your fingerprints all over the place.”

“Do you think you’re in control?”

“This whole world is a dream, and that house on the beach, that’s reality. That’s how things are supposed to be.”

“Holy shit.”

“Listen to me. You have to find something to break open this lock. Can you do that?”

“What kind of fucked up -- did ____ do this?!”

“You have to get me out of here right now.”

“Do you know what real love is?”

“Say you loved somebody, but she got sick. And then someone came along one day to pull the plug on her, to take her away from you forever. What would you do?”

“That’s what love is. Love is sacrifice.”

“What the fuck bro? You need to die.”

“Are you stabbing me?!”

“I can’t lose you.”

“You have to listen to me. You have to do exactly what I say. Are you listening?”

“Step one is disposing of the body.”

“How do you feel?”

“The first time is always the worst.”

“You and me, we were born to do this.”

“A normal person finds a murder confession and goes to the police, not to PetsMart.”

“Maybe you’re not supposed to save me. Maybe I’m supposed to save you.”

“I thought you loved me.”

“You put me in a box. That’s not love, that’s ownership.”

“I want proof. A finger.”

“I used to think I was the only one. Even when I was a kid, I still knew, that if they ever found out, my family, my friends, that if they knew what I really was, that they’d run the other way.”

“If I do this for you, then you’ll believe?”

“Open the door. Open the fucking door!”

“You’re already down a finger. How much more are you willing to lose?”

“You saved me. Of course I love you. But you know what that means.”

“I had another bad day.”

         ❝     whaaaaaaaaaaaat    ?    ❞  guilt is plastered on freckled features in the form of a grin, brows furrowed.   ❝     i    would    never .    ❞   it’s an untruth she’d allow, among many that had slipped past her lips. so maybe she had been making horse noises —- so what? she’d been idling, waiting for something, ANYTHING, to happen for what felt like hours, and nothing had happened yet. can’t blame a girl for trying to keep herself busy    !

         ❝    okay,     fine.    you caught me red handed.    ❞   she’s smug, it’s clear she has no capacity for taking things seriously whatsoever. eyes cast skywards, meg glances up, expression melting into something soft, less humored.     ❝   i was just trying to get kate’s attention, is all.    ❞   of course.

                   @falsefatale​    whispered :   ‘were you just making horse noises?’

 she hates it here, more every round. the fact that she’s given free reign, and is even encouraged, to kill cannot make up for the fact that she’s stuck with those who make horse noises. for fun! it’s like the time she was set loose in a furry convention! and there’s just no fun in murder when doing so is a public service. so her smile is turned upside down as the facade fades; from metal to wood, brunette to blonde, Swedish teammate to American predator. her eyes are narrowed, visually displeased with the situation handed to her.  but she’s seen it before; in a deck of tossed cards, in voices too rushed to copy from, and in the incessant tapping of pens, fingers, and feet. more importantly, she’s seen it in the mirror. ADHD, emphasis on hyperactive. no wonder the ginger was a fellow athlete. she had taken the jitters from their previous meetings as anxiety - a mistake that the doctor wouldn’t make twice, though, of course, the comorbidity should never escape one’s mind.  but most importantly, she thinks of how poorly the average child with this diagnosis is treated by their caregivers, in comparison to their peers.

she  hums  in  agreement    ,    head  nodding  .     jackie  looks  over  at  the  other  for  a  second  before  back  at  herself  in  the  mirror.    fingers  run  through  curls   ,  loosening  them.     sweep  of  pink  gloss  is  applied  before  one  final  once  over  before  whole  body  turns  around.       “        totally  get  that.     why  don’t  we  go  out    ,    take  your  mind  off  it      ?         ”      there’s  an  encouraging  smile  tugging  on  lips   ,    hand  stretches  out  with  lip  gloss  in  it.         “         what  do  you  say      ?         ”   

 as red lipstick applies to an angry face, she desires attention (as always), so much so that she feels the shared mirror is being hogged by the other in spite of ample room. but instead, at the forefront of her mind, is what had happened; how dare he say no! now, she’d fail English, and have to take summer school - again - all because some nerd was ‘worried about getting caught’. as if!

     killing eve sentence starters.           episode  1 – 2.

i fell asleep on both my arms.

what time did we leave last night?

it all ended when you and ___ sang ‘a whole new world’.

how are you so perky?

okay, from what i can eavesdrop on, a russian sex-trafficking politician’s been murdered in vienna.

you really earn your money, you know.

get me a croissant.

turns out people are still murderous bastards on the weekend.

was there any cctv of the killer?

i imagine the girl is, erm, quite traumatised.

give me the rest of that croissant or i’ll fire you.

i’m feeling very fragile.

i can see you breathing.

were you scared?

did you think i was dead?

do you want to stay and watch a movie?

they want you to do another job.

i just want someone to play with.

that looks terrifying.

did we sing disney?

there’s a difference between thinking it was a woman and wanting it to be a woman.

i’m going to throw up. i suggest you do, too.

i just need to know if she’s aware of anyone who might want to harm her while she’s in the country.

your killer was a 'small-breasted psycho’, apparently.

i was counting on you not having a life.

uh, how big are her tits?

i know you’re into assassins, but i refuse to talk about them in this way. they’re people too, you know.

she appears to have massive, pendulous breasts.

how would you kill me if you could?

i’d paralyse you with saxitoxin and suffocate you in your sleep, chop you into the smallest bits i could manage, boil you down, put you in a blender and then take you to work in a flask and flush you down a restaurant toilet.

do you want to have sex?

you should have been a spy.

you’ve been weirdly casual all morning.

i’ll give you twenty quid to shut up.

so what if it is a woman anyway? i don’t care if it was an alien.

you could get in a lot of trouble if i was a serious man.

our job is weird but it’s also boring.

we should have brought her some chocolate or something.

oh my god! somebody help me!

if they fire you, you’d better drag me down with you.

i’ve been looking for an excuse to call ___ a dick-swab for years.

just don’t tell them everything - you’ll sound like a nutter.

well… that one could have gone better.

the most important thing, is that four people are dead, and it’s all your fault!

you’re a dick-swab.

just to be clear, you’re fired.

she’s highly skilled, as of yet, untraceable, and, frankly, she’s starting to show off.

buy some milk, or he’ll think you’re having an affair.

i can give you anything you want!

i’m not very good at 'how are you?’ etc, so i’m just going to dive in.

you seem to know a lot about female assassins.

i mean, if she’s not killing me, then, frankly, it’s not my job to care anymore.

she’s outsmarting the smartest of us and, for that, she deserves to do or kill whoever the hell she wants.

this is an unofficial official tap on the shoulder.

you’re intuitive and you make insane suggestions.

it’s like i’ve walked into the inside of my brain.

sorry about the smell, he lives on the internet.

letting yourself into my apartment and drinking from a tiny cup doesn’t make you intimidating, by the ay. it’s just rude.

so she slit her own throat and killed four other people? slip of the hand?

why are you being naughty?

this one has asthma. you know i like the breathy ones.

do you have any interest in why you are asked to do what you do?

i had quite a heavy period last week but other than that, i think i’m okay.

i shot him twice in the heart and watched the spark drain from his eyes.

if you ever want to talk anyone, or – i just wanted to make sure you were alright.

you have to prove the bastards wrong!

’m not denying your theory, but you have to be open to the possibility that what you have here is a series of random attacks that you are loosely hanging together with a pretty ribbon.

it’s best that you bring in your own toilet roll or it just disappears.

i thought you were just being a monkey dick about not being the boss.

i don’t know what a monkey dick is.

if it was someone with enemies, they would have owned up to it. or been exposed for at least one of these kills by now.

well, that was disturbingly easy.

tragically, he’s already at the pub.

i just wanted to apologise for calling you a dick-swab.

god, i’m a knob.

did you think i was asking you out-out? no! oh my god! no! i wasn’t asking you out. no.

what you both did today was massively insensitive.

i don’t have to tell you. you just have to trust me.

okay, we can fight. but you will get tired, and i will get bored, and you don’t like it when i’m bored.

     Mᴀʀᴄᴜs ᴅɪᴅɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ . Memories of things that were lost , that could never be returned . Plus , it was all a Capitalistic cash grab anyway .Fingers jammed into his pockets as he turned to Harley . “ Let’s get fucked up . I can’t cope with one more Christmas light sober .”

@falsefatale​ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ