#ever:threads

"Hmmmm, I can see why Khamron's concerned. You certainly look like Hayden's type."

"I need a favor and I swear to fucking hell if you tell anyone, I might actually fucking gut you."

"I'm offended you would even imply that it's mine. This thing is clearly like, two weeks old at best. You've seen me frequently over the last year. Did I look fucking pregnant at any of those times? No. I found it, thank you very much."

“Well, I could just disembowel you. That’s always an option.”

“What can I say? The kicked puppy look is cute and how is a girl supposed to ignore cute?”

"Here," she stated as she walked in without knocking, pushing a toddler into her father's arms on her way to the table, a bag of takeout hanging from her wrist. "Hold this for a second, I brought lunch and I only have like two hours before I have to head out."

"Yes, I broke in, that's not the point. Tiny Screamer's birthday is coming up, and it's turning 2, and am I supposed to throw it a party or something? It wasn't a big deal when it turned 1, it didn't know anything, but it talks now, kind of, and seems very more aware of the world, and you're the only person that knows I still have it."

“Have you tried violence? You cannot say you’ve tried everything to get them to leave you alone until you’ve tried violence, torture, and murder.”