FIRST WIFE.

i  stuck  with  you  'cause  i  could  always  see  the  man  you  are  right  now,   even  when  you  weren't    [...]    and  that  asshole  really  had  it  comin'.

[saviormatriarch]

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my  first  wife  was  a  real  wife      [...]      my  only  real  wife,    'till  death  did  us  part.  it  was  before  all  this.      —      i  lied  to  her,    i  screwed  around  on  her..    and  when  she  went?      i  couldn't  put  her  down.    that  is  how  i  was  weak.

#saviormatriarch      [...]      an  independent,  medium  activity  and  mutually  exclusive  writing  blog  for  lucille  smith  from  the  walking  dead  universe.  occasionally  removed  from  fandom  and  placed  within  the  supernatural  universe  as  aunt  lucille.  designed  around  canon  and  personal  headcanons    /    part  of  the  hopeverse  collection.  est.  2016,  revamped  june  2025.  please  note  this  blog  will  contain  strong  and  mature  themes  including  blood,  gore,  grief,  cancer,  apocalypse,  etc.  

i.  CARRD.    ii.  HEADCANONS.    iii.  MEMES.    iv.  BLOGS.

[aenslem]

Regina Mills in Once Upon a Time (2011-2018)

[saviormatriarch]

fashion    /    her  clothing  played  a  vital  role  in  lucille  finding  her  own  identity  growing  up.  as  a  young  girl  from  what  others  deemed  'the  wrong  side  of  the  tracks',  she  often  felt  unseen.  she  didn't  have  time  to  discover  what  she  liked  or  what  she  didn't  like,  as  much  as  simply  work  with  what  they  had  available.  anything  she  earned  herself  through  waiting  tables  after  school,  or  delivering  newspapers  in  the  morning  before  class,  went  towards  bigger  responsibilities  like  rent.  the  girl  would  often  look  at  the  other  women  in  awe,  envying  their  glamour.  she  wanted  to  be  just  like  them.

she  first  allowed  herself  to  truly  experiment  with  her  style  the  same  time  she  started  dancing.  during  this  period,  a  lot  of  her  outfits  were  obtained  through  thrift  store  dives.  she  couldn't  afford  much  else.      —      most  of  her  earnings  went  towards  med  school  expenses.  lu  would  spend  hours  in  there,  selecting  different  items  from  different  rails:      shirts,  skirts,  dresses,  shoes.  she  would  put  together  the  perfect  combinations.  this  included  sometimes  making  the  necessary  alterations  herself.  her  wardrobe  became  her  pride  and  joy,  right  alongside  her  scrubs.

as  she  officially  stepped  away  from  girlhood  into  womanhood,  lucille  went  on  to  become  very  successful  in  her  career.  she  finally  felt  comfortable  enough  to  treat  herself  in  the  way  the  kid  who  used  to  pretend  her  beaded  bracelets  were  diamonds  only  ever  dreamed  of.  i  don't  think  she  was  necessarily  materialistic  and    she    was    never  overly  irresponsible    with    her  spends,  but  she  could  at  times  be  self-indulgent.  it  healed  something  in  her  and  she'd  worked  her  ass  off  for  this.  she  had  a  particular  fondness  for  expensive  silk  nightwear,  or  red-bottom  heels.  however,  she  never  truly  shied  away  from  the  thrift  stores,  still  going  in  whenever  passing.  lucille  discovered  a  lot  of  herself  and  who  she  was  as  a  person  through  her  style  throughout  the  years,  which  was  a  new  luxury.

she  would  absolutely  be  that  mom  who  can't  wait  to  pass  her  vintage    (  but  maybe  don't  call  it  that  to  her  face  )    clothing  onto  her  kids  in  the  hopes  it  would  help  encourage  them  to  do  the  same.  lucille  wants  them  to  know  it's  okay  and  more  importantly,  essential,  to  let  yourself  just  be  you.  

[misscorday]

ER Appreciation Week ➜ [4/7] favorite quote     ↳ 5.9: “Good Luck, Ruth Johnson”

        “Thank you, but I’m not looking to you for defense of my actions. In fact, I feel that M and M has become a forum to place blame, cover up mistakes, or be grateful that there’s not a lawsuit. I would argue that, actually, we should embrace our mistakes and learn from them to improve the system. I erred not because I was untrained or incompetent but because I was exhausted, having been up for 36 hours. If we really want to cut down on our errors why don’t we, for example, allow on-call house officers to leave by 12 noon on the post-call day? Why don’t we establish a night float system? Air traffic controllers work with airplanes four to six hours a day no more than two hours without a break. Now, why? Because human life is at stake. Yet we allow surgical interns to work 36 hours without sleep. Why? Because we’ve all had to do it? Because the surgeons before us have had to do it? Tradition may be wonderfully nostalgic but it is clearly not in the best interests of our patients. If you disagree with me, why don’t you ask yourself next time you fly: Do you really want that man in the control room to be on his 36th hour?”   -- Elizabeth Corday

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE WALKING DEAD *  assorted dialogue from the television show, adjust as necessary

sucks, don't it? the moment you realize you don't know shit.

hey you. dumbass.

didn't you ever misjudge someone?

damn you for making me do this. this was you, don't me. you did this to us! this was you! not me!

so this is where you plan to do it?

at least i have the balls to call this what it is: murder.

why don't you hush up?

you really believe they're gonna buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?

they'll get over you. they've done it before.

why? why now? i thought we worked this all out.

we tried to kill each other.

is that what you want?

i know you. you won't be able to live with this.

come on. raise your gun.

they are fucking with the wrong people.

you hear that?

why don't you just piss in my ear and tell me it's raining.

how come we never hooked up?

got a way with words, don't i?

you're a man of god. have some faith.

you need to know something.

maybe you people are better off without me.

maybe i'm fooling myself.

go on. there's the door. you can do better. let's see how far you get.

get one thing straight. if you're staying, this isn't a democracy anymore.

you earn what you take.

that was bullshit.

i made a choice.

you're beat. your people are down.

i'll get out of it. i always do.

we could have a future.

i am bigger. i am badder. and i got a bat.

it's not over until he's dead.

what happened, what we did, what we lost... there's gotta be something there. all this, all this is just what was. there's gotta be something after.

what happened to their guns?

they're at the door. they were gonna get in.

i killed them. i saved you.

i still know how to survive.

all life is precious.

i was wrong. i thought that after living behind these walls for so long that... maybe they couldn't learn.

if we work together, we'll rebuild the walls.

there'll be more. there's got to be more.

we're not safe with him.

why do you need him?

what do you want?

i think we should take our chances.

don't be foolish. there's no food, no fuel, no ammo...

what was that?

we need to leave. i mean, what are we waiting for?

it came from over there.

the last thing we need is for everyone to go running off in the dark.

no one's going anywhere.

what are you doing here?

you can never tell anyone.

she's in a better place.

if you believe it, you're an idiot.

did he say something?

i don't need you to patronize me. everyone either avoids me or they treat me like i'm crazy.

this could have been handled better.

you don't get it, do you?

we all have suffered.

i'm not going out there without my gun.

i've never seen a gorilla drive a car before. but if you put it in a museum, i'm not gonna call it art.

would you please talk some sense into your lover?

i hope we're not boring you.

i'm a good shot.

if i say something, will you promise not to be mad?

we couldn't just leave him behind.

people died trying to get you here.

are they alive?

i just didn't want anyone to die.

i can do it myself. i have to... while i still can.

where did you get this?

you poisoned them.

i am trying to save them, too.

[saviormatriarch]

happy  birthday  sammy  winchester,    you    +    your  aunt  would've  loved  reading  grimoires  together.

[sarahmichellesgellar]

Outfit Appreciation ➝ Carrie Bradshaw (season 2)

[milleroptimism]

[ Text: Aunt Lucille ] ... Do you think my heart and brain will be the same page with that one day? Because my brain's there with you but my heart's somewhere else entirely.

[ Text: Aunt Lucille ] Every day I come back here and see everything still completely destroyed I think I lose another part of it.

[ Text: Aunt Lucille ] I think that's what pushed me to [ DELETED ]

[ Text: Aunt Lucille ] Are you free this afternoon? There's something I want to talk to you about in person. I'll bring lunch.

[saviormatriarch]

[        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:       i  don't  need  to  think  because  i  know.  i've  seen  your  heart,  sweetheart.  metaphorically  speaking.  it's  taken  a  hit,  that's  true,  but  it  is  far  too  big  to  stay  broken  forever.  you  will  get  through  this.   [        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:       and  you'll  never  be  alone  in  it.  i'm  here.  we're  all  here.   [        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:       of  course.   [        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:       i  always  have  time  for  you.

[aenslem]

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall, Who's the Fairest of Them All: [32/∞]

[saviormatriarch]

fashion    /    her  clothing  played  a  vital  role  in  lucille  finding  her  own  identity  growing  up.  as  a  young  girl  from  what  others  deemed  'the  wrong  side  of  the  tracks',  she  often  felt  unseen.  she  didn't  have  time  to  discover  what  she  liked  or  what  she  didn't  like,  as  much  as  simply  work  with  what  they  had  available.  anything  she  earned  herself  through  waiting  tables  after  school,  or  delivering  newspapers  in  the  morning  before  class,  went  towards  bigger  responsibilities  like  rent.  the  girl  would  often  look  at  the  other  women  in  awe,  envying  their  glamour.  she  wanted  to  be  just  like  them.

she  first  allowed  herself  to  truly  experiment  with  her  style  the  same  time  she  started  dancing.  during  this  period,  a  lot  of  her  outfits  were  obtained  through  thrift  store  dives.  she  couldn't  afford  much  else.      —      most  of  her  earnings  went  towards  med  school  expenses.  lu  would  spend  hours  in  there,  selecting  different  items  from  different  rails:      shirts,  skirts,  dresses,  shoes.  she  would  put  together  the  perfect  combinations.  this  included  sometimes  making  the  necessary  alterations  herself.  her  wardrobe  became  her  pride  and  joy,  right  alongside  her  scrubs.

as  she  officially  stepped  away  from  girlhood  into  womanhood,  lucille  went  on  to  become  very  successful  in  her  career.  she  finally  felt  comfortable  enough  to  treat  herself  in  the  way  the  kid  who  used  to  pretend  her  beaded  bracelets  were  diamonds  only  ever  dreamed  of.  i  don't  think  she  was  necessarily  materialistic  and    she    was    never  overly  irresponsible    with    her  spends,  but  she  could  at  times  be  self-indulgent.  it  healed  something  in  her  and  she'd  worked  her  ass  off  for  this.  she  had  a  particular  fondness  for  expensive  silk  nightwear,  or  red-bottom  heels.  however,  she  never  truly  shied  away  from  the  thrift  stores,  still  going  in  whenever  passing.  lucille  discovered  a  lot  of  herself  and  who  she  was  as  a  person  through  her  style  throughout  the  years,  which  was  a  new  luxury.

she  would  absolutely  be  that  mom  who  can't  wait  to  pass  her  vintage    (  but  maybe  don't  call  it  that  to  her  face  )    clothing  onto  her  kids  in  the  hopes  it  would  help  encourage  them  to  do  the  same.  lucille  wants  them  to  know  it's  okay  and  more  importantly,  essential,  to  let  yourself  just  be  you.  

[sarahmichellesgellar]

Outfit Appreciation ➝ Romy and Michele's High School Reunion

[saviormatriarch]

lucille  will  stay  wearing  heels  even  in  the  apocalypse.  

[milleroptimism]

[TXT]  :          i'm  proud  of  you.

Memes!!!!!

[Text: Aunt Lucille] How? [Text: Aunt Lucille] How can you see everything that's happened this past week and still manage to be proud of me? [Text: Aunt Lucille] I can't even keep my fucking restaurant safe. [Text: Aunt Lucille] What good am I to the people in my life?

[saviormatriarch]

[        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:        sarah      …      [        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:        i  have  been  proud  of  you  from  the  very  first  moment  we  met  and  i  remain  so  now.  nothing  or  no  one  can  ever  take  that  from  me.   [        sms        →        @milleroptimism        ]:        there  are  times  in  life  when  terrible  people  are  terrible  people,  but  our  worth  is  not  defined  by  those  who  choose  to  mistreat  us.  you  are  not  defined  by  this.

[zuhaus]

[  BANDAGE  ]:          the  sender  sits  down  across  from  the  receiver  and  begins  to  bandage  their  wounds.      —      for  zoe.

settling dust, accepting. / @saviormatriarch !

since getting back, zoe hasn't spoken a word. hadn't cursed in pain or asked for help because there was a bullet hole in her shoulder. if she was honest, she can't recall how she'd gotten back to the compound. she remembers the chaos. shots being fired. graham. concrete under their feet cracking. him shielding her. negan appearing out of nowhere. after that, it's blank. almost as if someone fast-forwarded a movie. she's sat on a gurney now. the floor is dirty from mud and blood. ( her blood ? ) must be because her shirt was also disregarded on the floor and dyed dark red. lucille must have cut it off so she can treat her wound. slowly but surely, consciousness was coming back to the present.

just then she also register's lucille's voice, isn't processing the words but she is hearing her now. what pulls her back completely though is the sharp pain in her shoulder that has her reacting instinctively. good hand shoots out quick and grabs hold of the woman's wrist. there's a squeeze to it but it's only lucille's reaction that has her realize. brown eyes widen in horror and lump forms in her throat. zoe releases her and has to realize there's a tremor in her hand now and if she's not careful it's going to spread to their surroundings again. " i - i'm sorry. i didn't mean to - "

[saviormatriarch]

"it's  okay,  sweetheart.  it's  just  me,  it's  lucille.       —       you're  safe."    lucille  attempts  to  reassure  the  young  girl  in  a  quiet,  soothing  voice,  actions  briefly  stilling  their  treatment  to  give  the  other  time  to  process.  sudden  movement  might've  initially  startled  her,  but  flinch  is  subtle  and  the  shock  eases  fast.  instincts  built  tough  in  the  surgical  department  of  many  hospitals  has  her  well-trained  for  surprises      …      even  after  centuries  wasted  in  hell  unable  to  practice.    "no  one  is  going  to  hurt  you  here."    the  words  are  spoken  like  a  promise.  one  that  she  attempts  to  keep. 

a  part  of  her  desperately  wants  to  reach  forward  and  brush  zoe's  hair  from  her  face,  hold  her  close.  little  things  that  might  just  show  there's  still  some  kindness  in  the  world,  but  lu  understands  how  fragile  this  situation  already  is      /      the  last  thing  she  wants  to  do  is  make  it  worse.  instead,  she  tries  to  give  her  patient  words  to  focus  on  in  the  hopes  it'll  ease  tremor  before  it  escalates  further.    "you  don't  have  to  be  sorry  for  anything        …        this  never  should've  happened  to  you."    in  a  perfect  world,  lucille  would  be  able  to  protect  them  from  all  of  it.  it's  an  unrealistic  expectation,  she  knows,  but  one  she  wishes  possible  everyday.  sutures  are  set  down  and  lucille  finally  lets  her  hand  settle  over  her  patient's  wrist  in  a  slow,  gentle  action,  thumb  stroking  in  silent  comfort.    "i'm  going  to  take  care  of you..     do  you  trust  me?"

[zuhaus]

zu|haus. n. the place where one lives, a physical dwelling, or more broadly, a sense of belonging and comfort. at home.

[paralyziingfears]

simon  was  taken  aback  instantly  when  lucille  made  no  hesitation  to  put  him  in  the  line  he  strayed  from.  hands  instantly  raise  up,  acting  as  if  he  was  innocent,  and  a  soft  chuckle  of  disbelief  is  breathed  out  past  his  lips,  ❛  whoa,  whoa  there,  lady  boss.  no  need  to  go  all  pms-ing  on  me,  alright  ?  m'  jus'  sayin'  what  needs  t'  be  done  and  that's  somethin'  no  one  around  here  seems  to  be  willin'  t'  do,  you  get  me  ?  ❜  he  responded,  unfairly  placing  the  blame  on  @saviormatriarch.  he  knew  she  was  right,  though,  deep  down.  if  he  had  problems  with  the  way  things  were  being  down  or  being  led  around  here,  he  should  be  speaking  to  the  head  boss   —   which  was  negan,  not  her,  and  she  had  nothing  to  do  with  what  was  going  on.  projecting  his  angers  and  frustration  on  her  was  unjust  and  he  knew  that;  he  was  just  too  full  of  himself  to  ever  truly  admit  it.  he  stood  in  place,  arms  folding  over  his  chest  as  she  spoke,  giving  almost  everything  he  wanted  to  hear.  ❛  you're  right   —   somethin'  is  better  than  nothin'  ...  as  long  as  we  have  a  line  of  defense  ready  for  rick  prick  and  his  band  of  assholes,  ❜  he  replied,  sighing  deeply.  a  brow  raises,  but  he  stands  his  ground,  ❛  negan  already  knows  what  i  think  ...  ❜  he  begins  explaining,  knowing  he  had  to  tread  lightly.  anything  he  said  right  now  could  come  back  to  bite  him  in  the  ass.  ❛  m'  jus'  waitin'  for  the  head  honcho  to   —   ponder  over  my  suggestions  ...  ❜

[saviormatriarch]

now  he's  gone  too  far.        —        simon  suddenly  sounds  like  every  self-proclaimed  alpha  male  who's  told  her  to  calm  down  or  smile  more,    acting  as  though  a  reaction  must  be  beyond  a  woman's  emotional  control  rather  than  a  result  of  his  own  disrespect.  fingers  flex,  as  if  itching  to  reach  for  something:      a  weapon,  or  his  throat.  whichever  is  closest.  she  resists,  of  course.  for  negan's  benefit  more  than  her  own.    "my  name  is  lucille.  not  lady-boss,  not  first  lady.  lucille."    the  way  she  says  her  own  name  sounds  like  a  threat  and  maybe  it  should  be,  even  if  she  isn't  the  one  wrapped  in  barbed  wire.    "and  i  know  i'm  right.  i  don't  need  you  to  confirm  it."    chair  scrapes  against  wooden  floorboards  as  she  stands.  simon  in  all  his  glory  still  towers  above  her,  but  rising  to  full  height      (  especially  in  heels  )      at  least  offers  some  semblance  of  power  equality  to  help  deliver  what  she  says  next.    "have  you  considered  my  husband  has  already  pondered  your  thoughts  and  simply  found  these  suggestions  to  be..      impractical?"    final  word  is  spoken  in  a  tone  that's  purposely  demeaning.  however,  lips  stretch  in  a  polite  smile,  as  if  to  disarm.  two  can  play  the  acting  innocent  game,  lieutenant.

[mcflymemes]

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for both sides of the argument, adjust as necessary.

for the "i don't need your help" one

you can get lost.

i thought i told you i had this under control.

you never listen to me.

i was taking care of it.

leave me alone.

are you happy now?

you just stepped in and ruined it for me.

that was completely unnecessary and you know it.

i had it under control.

you didn't need to show up.

can't you let me handle my own shit?

i would have appreciated it if you asked first.

i had it handled!

you didn't need to do all that!

what part of "i don't need help" do you not understand?

they were about to give it to me before you showed up!

i had something going and you ruined it!

what, you mean you don't trust me to handle it myself?

you trained me better than this.

you can't just show up every time and save me.

what's the point in putting me out here if you're not going to let me do it on my own?

i thought you trusted me to take care of this by myself.

you taught me this.

i'm never going to forgive you for this.

that was uncalled for.

what happens when you're not here one day and i have to take care of things on my own?

how am i ever going to learn if you keep stepping in?

i'm not you.

for the "i'm just trying to help you" one

i heard you struggling.

i was just trying to help you.

and this is the thanks i get for trying to help?

things were getting out of hand. i had to step in.

you never would have done that by yourself.

it's okay to ask for help.

it's not that i don't trust you. i don't trust [them].

a minute longer and you'd be dead in there.

i had to make sure you were okay.

of course i trust you. this was never about trust.

i'm not going to risk your life like that!

i should have been there sooner.

if i'd only reached you faster.

a simple "thank you" would suffice.

you could thank me for saving your ass back there.

sure didn't seem like you had it under control.

things were getting out of hand, and i stepped in.

i'm in charge here, not you.

i'm not going to put your life at risk like that again.

we're done here.

i'm not arguing with you.

i saved your life, and this is how you repay me?

i just wanted to make sure you were okay.

maybe i crossed a line back there, sure, but i did it for you.

it's because i care about you.

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate.

you're not ready.

next time, let me handle it.

clearly you need more time before i let you do that alone.

we'll try again tomorrow.