#mary is at her limit

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

#jrwi fanart #cw blood #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #arthur bennett #OUHH THIS ONE WAS SITTING IN MY WIPS FOR SO LOOOONGwhen i took it out there was mould on it :sob: #BUT i think i was able to fix it up okay #i keep seeing SO MANY MISTAKES RRAAAHHH BUT YOU DONT SEE THEM RIGHT?? THATS ONLY ME. RIGHT?? EXACTLY. #THE KEY IS TO SAY. AND REPEAT AFTER ME. 'FUUUCK IT WE BALL #so anyway. arthur bennett huh? grizzly says that arthur is reaal fuckin difficult to play. and i SUPER get that. i mean LOOK AT HIM.. #grizz often needs a minute to think abt what hes gonna say in a way that matches w that Stoic Personality. which is FAIR but also that #ends up making way for awkward confrontations like: the lady in the parky lot. he took too long to answer and scared her away.& I LOVE THAT #arthur is tragic and sad and cool and stoic but hes ALSO awkward and silly and kinda dumb and short sighted. HE HAS COMPLEXITIES #I LOVE WHEN TTRPG CHARACTERS HAVE A GOOD SET OF SHORTCOMINGS. ESPECIALLY WHEN U FIND THEM ONLY AS U PLAY THEM. #I COULd go on and on saying the same things w different words abt arthurs intriguing and entertaining character but i shall spare u. for no #ILL ALSO MENTION HOW MUCH I LOVE HIS FLAVOR THO.. I LOVE TALL HOT BOY WHOS ONE W THE DARKNESS.. I REMEMBER WHEN HE FIRST MENTIONED THE #BADLUCK. N I WAS LIKE OOOHH THATS WHY HIS DESIGN IS SO COOL N CHAOTIC N ASYMMETRICAL. HES UNLUCKY!!! i love love love his design so much... #GRaaauruguguraguhhghghgh what else what else is there for me to spew on abt...i think im reachin a limit here..OH MAGNUS. i hope that #we get to know more abt how magnus and arthur met.. like How they became besties... ouuhh... I ALSO WANNA KNOW MORE ABT MARY DAVIS. LIKEHOW #he also apparently spent alotta time in a zone dominated by edward twilight? all he remembers is constant partying? I WANNA KNOW MORE.. #i think i got room 4 one more ramble SO. THE ART PIECE.as i said its gone a lil stale BUT. im still very proud o the bits where hes allScar #I WANNA SEE HIM GET SCARYMORE. I like the idea of shadows solidifying to make him strange and eerie.like TEETH n CLAWS n SPINES n YESS #also the SILVER EYES.no1 does silver eyes like the show Claymore. they make em look so striking and eerie...i also like to think that #human arthur had deep beautiful brown eyes.just in my beaitufl heart.i mean look at him..i wanna cook him n eat him.ANYWAY #i think thats all my ramblin for this piece. now i gotta go cancel a single day i had ata hotel bc my work schedule change last minute FUCK #feel free to ramble in my tags aswell tho i read all of them and i chew on thenm and i love them so sos os mcuh

[pcktknife]

Ur right + i think pearl and Marina would specialise in different types. Maybe Marina could do steel type since that’s kinda sciency? Idk what pearl’s type would be but she should have a loudred on her team

anon is reporting live from my brain rn

#literally the moment i got that ask i was like 'i bet marina'd b still and idk what pearl is but loudred has to be there' #great minds think alike #anyways callie fairy. marie normal. marina steel. frye fighting. shiver dark. big man psychic. #i honestly dont know if pearl would be a gym lead cause she doesnt seem like the one to stick to one typing #shed have stuff thatd fit her personality and vigor but that doesnt get you a type specialist job #like just one is too limiting and too dull for pearl she can work with any pokemon #i could see her being normal maybe by coincidentally having the whole team be dual typing and happening to normal as one of the 2 #loudred normal. iirc obstagoon is dual dark normal. #if i had to pick a top 3 to assign to her itd be those two types and i think steel again #*steel typo! #asks #anon

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Reference to The Shining in The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 4.1

#Chilling Adventures of Sabrina #The Shining (1980) #Michelle Gomez #Shelley Duvall #Jack Nicholson #I find the parallels between Wendy and Mary very *very* interesting #(and also the parallel between Jack and an obsessively driven being of murderous darkness) #Because both Mary and Wendy are women pushed to their limit #mentally and emotionally exhausted with no one to support them #left to try and deal with overwhelming threats on their own #women whose gentleness is treated as weakness #women whose obvious anxiety is either dismissed or diminished or down right ignored #In the Shining in this moment #Wendy has a knife to protect herself which she uses to slash at Jack's hand when he tries to open the door through the hole he has made #notably however #Mary has no weapon #she has her wits #and those remind her of what she recently heard about beings of darkness and about not clinging to the light for safety #When I first noted this parallel I was only thinking about Wendy and Mary's direction #but actually Jack and the Darkness herald walking steadily down a narrow hallway with their axes #passing beneath centred round lights #is also nicely paralleled #If only the caos director had kept the shot framed centre #There is one tiny other thing which is the shot of Mary's face peering through the slightly open door #the way the wood frames her face somewhat close to how Jack's face is framed through the busted door #when he delivers the iconic HERE'S JOHNNY! #And tho it may well have been an intended thing it just doesn't serve the theme very well #cw violence #Mary Wardwell

[kurozu501]

ive been a bit busy and haven't paid much attention to granblue lately but as soon as my friend told me my girls got a double unit i rushed back so fast.

#ive heard the writers at granblue recently learned that lesbians are a thing that exist #so i need mari to unleash her limiters and kiss that girl silly yesterday please and thank you #granblue fantasy

[pitske]

I recently asked my brother about a movie I remembered from my childhood but didn’t know the title of and after a lot of confusion he told me he knew the movie!

„Die verzauberte Marie“

This is the German title that I know it as. According to wiki the original Russian title is „Марья-искусница“

I‘ve never been this happy about rediscovering a movie in my life.

I watched it again today and it was just a great as I remember. it’s available on YouTube but as far as I can tell only in German. Which makes sense since it’s a DDR/ UDSSR movie. Here’s some screenshots from the movie that I thought might capture the vibe

#pitskederdoenerhaendler #die verzauberte Marie #ich liebe diesen Film so sehr. #I’ve got a photo limit of 10 on mobile tumblr so I will probably reblog this with more screenshots that didn’t fit here #in Case you care the movie is about a soldier and a boy #who try to get back the boys mother from the water ghost who captured her #it was published in 1960 and let me tell you the effects are #LIKE DAMN you know. #just really well made

[elspethdixon]

Girls don’t want boys, girls want a live action Drizzt Do’Urden show staring Michael B. Jordan.

#drizzt do'urden #forgotten realms #aldis hodge plays jarlaxle baenre #the one problem is that now that we’ve lost Eartha Kitt we will never get the perfect Matron Mother Baenre of my dreams #she’s basically izma but an elf so who else could do her justice? #idris elba as faerun’s greatest dilf zaknafein do’urden #also it would have to have liriel baenre from elaine cunningham’s FR books in it #why limit ourselves to only one lawful good drow Mary Sue when we can have both?

[margridarnauds]

One of the strangest critiques I see over The Dark Descent is that it made everyone straight and...I don't have the original novel for comparison, but I'm not certain that ANYONE in that book (except for MAYBE Judge Frankenstein) was straight

#something something 'people only acknowledge queer subtext when it's two men' #the dark descent of elizabeth frankenstein #you have elizabeth literally going on page and saying 'i'm not certain i can feel romantic love for anyone' #and creating a found family with Mary and Adam #also even with Henry like...Elizabeth frequently talks about his love for Victor and her love for Victor #i really don't think that Henry's straight in this novel #and it COULD be more explicitly queer but like...again. elizabeth saying 'I'm not certain I can feel romantic love for anyone' -- #she's either aromantic or a lesbian #and that's. fine. #she's queer. she's a canon queer character. #you have justine also saying that she doesn't want marriage or children #and it COULD be a distrust of men in general #in keeping with the novel's take on male/female relationships (which I have mixed feelings about) #but also. like. if she were a man. we would be saying she was gay. #and i don't see why that has to change. #and Mary? #you have three female characters who both feel limited-at-best attraction to men. #but NO the novel's STRAIGHT

[bullagit]

i am simple, i see any person sincerely state that stede left his family on a “whim” and i just block the blog

#ofmd #stede bonnet #our flag means death #its like that 'is this a pigeon' meme #ppl really look at stede like having a ship built over months and agonizing and finally plucking up the courage to go #stede hitting his limit on a lifetime of loneliness and trying to metaphorically smother himself to no avail #and they go 'is this a guy leaving his family on a whim' #it isnt! whim has a definition and what stede did was very much not that! #mary calling it a whim was one part deliberate jab one part her sincerely not understanding what his perspective had been like #he absolutely did not think longterm into potential negative fallout for his family and also got in over his head etc etc #im not saying it was like an all around cool great move leaving in the middle of the night w just a note but #it was absolutely not a whim i will die on that hill

[that-marie]

Different✨ that still wants sticker chart.

Okey dokey. What theme would you like the chart to be? And what name would you like me to write at the top?

#ask THAT Marie #Splatoon #[tempted to have her bring in The Petnames but there’s a limit on how patronising I can write her. Right????] #[i think in this scenario she’d find it funny to be super patronising but I’m nervous in case someone thinks we’re taking the piss]

[peapod20001]

PEA. pea now I wanna.... make a guy for you,,, may I,,, does anything in particular interest you,, , also btw kisses your face kisses your face kisses your face k-

You may...but idk if I really like. Have a specific type of guy I like cus I make lots of different guys... I guess just make a callout post in the form of an oc if ykwim

#ask #I suppose like. smth that’s unique..? like. idk. I like having things from different things #I’m quite the oc hoarder tbh there’s like. 81 I adopted.... including but not limited to og designs for Carolina and budgett and Joseph and #yea. yea <3 so I’ll most likely use whoever or whatever you make lol #I’m open to ✨ everything ✨ #ALSO I’m glad you like Mari!!! I got so fucking insecure about how she looked so I’m glad you liked her!!!!!!

[fideidefenswhore]

Was Elizabeth brought to court during the Pilgrimage of Graace?

assuming you mean elizabeth as in henry viii's daughter, yes?

yes, she was brought to windsor at the time. i believe the fear was that the rebels could take london, and that there was a possibility both, or either, mary and elizabeth could be kidnapped and ransomed from their dual residence/joint household to meet their demands (although the contemporary source cites a different motivation, i think that's the one that makes more sense, henry had experience seeking refuge in the tower with his mother during rebellions of his father's reign...then again, it could have had multiple motivations)

source:

Russel is among them, disguised, and sends information to the King, who is at Windsor, and has sent Cromwell here to raise a loan to test the Londoners, who are always suspected of being rebels. From the beginning of the insurrection, the King took from the city many people and furnished as many men with harness as possible, so as to weaken the town and strengthen his army and the Tower, which is his last refuge. To soften the temper of the people, he caused his two daughters Mesdames Marie and Isabeau (Elizabeth) to come thither

i don't think she was at court frequently, per say, but i am a little stunned by how many books claim she was 'never at court' during her father's reign? there was this one, she was present and given a role at her brother's christening the next year, she attended the reception of anne of cleves, she lived with edward at court in august 1543, and the summer of 1544...etc

#again i'm reminded how superficial mary's 'restoration' was? #she might have been given precedence within it but insofar as she was still in a joint household with elizabeth...john shelton was the #controller of their joint household july 1536- #anon #she was given her own household servants and that seems to have been the major change #although they were still fairly limited in number #it wasn't until july 1543 that their joint household was dissolved #and that's when her chamber staff became part of the main court #and at that point elizabeth lived in a joint household instead with edward.

[mary-and-annie]

I'm changing the girls' morning feeding routine, so instead of their kibble going into a bowl it is instead going into an interactive feeder (nighttime feed is still in the bowl). They haven't really picked up the nuance of smacking the shit out of it for their food yet lmao.

Probably going to mix a few treats into it to really get Mary's attention.

Wish me luck! My girls are absolute sticklers for routine.

#mary and annie #the interactive feeder will be good enrichment #and it will prevent mary from trying to gorge herself better than limiting food in a bowl #i hope it will help her pace herself and naturally lose weight #i don't think she'll lose all of it bc she is fixed but i would be happy if she lost just a couple pounds

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

"Dear Mary, 

I have left 100 Deutschmark on the dresser, as well as the exhibition's floorplan, as I expect you'll want to arrive prepared. Dinner is reserved for 21:00 CET, allowing a comfortable window for predictable whimsy.

Our 'flight' departs from the living room, at 12:00 sharp -- First Witch class, of course. 

This Infernal week has passed much too slowly, and I am rapt with anticipation of your company. 

Affectionately, 

Lilith."

#Mary Wardwell #Michelle Gomez #marith #This concept is chewing me up over and over #The fact that someone with Mary's social and financial limitations #can suddenly have access to not only the mysteries of the hidden world #but the far reaches of the modern one as well??? #and someone so old and well travelled and wise to show it to her?? #And to make money an absolute non issue because a First Witch has her Means??? #i just--- #*screeches into bedding* #oh and it's DM because we're still in the 70s at this point

[jetstargf]

ok and on that note my catholic posting sideblog (brand new! bc i got so fucking annoyed by people talking abt st jeanne d’arc!) is @stmagdelene. i’ll try to keep catholic posting to a minimum on this blog and direct it to that one.

#mary magdalene is one of my fave saints to pray to and i feel a deep connection with her and her relationship with Jesus #was only right i made her my catholic acc #i’m not even like an insane catholic im what they call a cafeteria catholic but #i have my limits and disrespect towards st jeanne d’arc is one of the ones y’all keep hitting. #so it was either aggressively catholic post on this account or make a seperate one

[stargazerlillian]

A very big thank you to the one mutual who took the time to tell me about their oldest OC. In response, I felt it would only be fair and polite to tell you about the oldest OC I remember making: Mary the Motorcycle Queen.

Mary was a collaborative character, born in the minds of myself and my niece when we were 8 and 5, respectively. Her backstory is summarized as follows:

Ever since Mary was small, she had always been into motorcycles. She and her single father, Darren, would watch races on TV together and root for their favorite racer. She would spend countless minutes staring at each and every model on display at the motorcycle shop. Her father even owned a motorcycle himself and would sometimes take her for rides to and from school, much to the envy of her peers.

For years and years, her greatest wish was to own a motorcycle of her own that she could ride as much as she wanted.

On her 10th birthday, that wish came true. 

In Darren’s eyes, no event in her life made her smile bigger than when she ripped off the racing stripe patterned wrapping paper to reveal a hot pink mini motorcycle. It even had a flame pattern that matched the one on her father’s.

To say she loved it was an understatement. For hours and hours every day, Mary would happily ride her mini motorcycle in the driveway, swerving, sliding, rearing up, and occasionally out into the road and turning back around again. As far as Darren knew, his “Little Eaglet” would be soaring and racing with the best of them when she grew up. And when she did, he would be there to watch every single race and cheer her on, whether in the bleachers or at home on his TV.

She was going to be one of the best.

All that changed one late summer afternoon, when a drunk driver going 35 mph down a 10 mph road struck Mary down while she was making one of her turns back to head into the driveway, breaking many of her bones and damaging her right leg to the point of amputation.

The recovery was long and grueling. It seemed like forever before the pain finally began subsiding. 

Mary couldn’t understand it. How could something she loved so much hurt her so bad? This question continued to haunt her mind in the months and years that followed.

It was there when she wheeled herself to class, dozens of concerned yet unwelcoming eyes staring her down.

It was there when her father sat her down at the age of 12 to tell her he had finally saved enough money to get her a prosthetic leg, and that she’ll soon be able to walk again.

It was there when she finally got the hang of walking with her prosthesis 7 months after first getting it. 

And of course, it was there every time she looked at a motorcycle. What once was a symbol of excitement and freedom for her became a bringer of sadness and fear, as well as a constant reminder of the day she experienced the worst pain of her life. Anytime her father asked her to come watch a race with him, or go to the motorcycle shop, or to come for a ride with him on his motorcycle, her face would immediately fill with sadness and panic, and she would shake her head and run to her room. What often followed was a slamming of the door and the muffled sound of pained crying.

Darren could not have been any more heartbroken. The thing that Mary loved most had become the thing she feared most. And although it wasn’t his fault, he never really stopped blaming himself for all the pain and trauma she was now going through.

In the 12 years that followed after the accident, Darren and Mary grew more and more distant. She never touched her mini motorcycle again.

After college, Mary entered a period of disorientation that seemed to go on for ages. She now had a degree, but no jobs in her field were available. She was stuck working as a receptionist for a low-rated hotel in the outskirts of her town, making barely above minimum wage and had no friends to talk to. Everything today was just the same as it was any other day.

That was, until someone flipped the channel on the lobby television to live coverage of the FIM Motocross World Championship.

Mary froze. Even after 12 years, the sound of revving motorcycle engines racing in circles around the dirt track made her feel uneasy. She used all the willpower she had to not yell at any other staff members to turn it off.

She frantically continued to go through her paperwork, her nervous heart rate steadily increasing minute by minute. Occasionally, she would flicker her nervous gaze back up to the screen, and every time she did, she would see a racer make an epic crossing of the finish line and hear a roaring of cheers from the audience.

In an instant, she remembered everything. The wind in her hair. The vibration of her bones. The rushing of her pulse. 

Her dreams of being one of the best.

She swallowed dryly before staring down at the stack of papers in front of her. 

She can’t keep living like this.

Her fear was great. But her need for change was greater.

In what felt like a blur, she immediately left her shift early, went to the nearest motorcycle shop, and bought the most premium-grade motorcycle with what she had in her savings. Then, she started using her days off to start learning to ride again. She needed to be rid of her monotony.

The county motocross race was in 10 months. If she gets with it now, she might just be ready to compete with the other top racers in her area. Yes, she was scared. Yes, there could be a chance that she may mess up more than a few times.

But there was no chance of her living another day in fear. Life is too short to live the rest of it in fear - especially from what you love the most.

As she put her helmet on and revved her engines for the first time in years, a smile that her father would be more than amazed to see crossed her face.

Little Eaglet was going to fly again - and this time, she aims to go even higher than she ever did before.

This is the very basic gist of it. I know it feels kind of folktale-ish/mythic, but that’s kind of the point. My niece and I kind of always saw Mary’s story being like a modern-day myth/legend.

I haven’t thought about Mary in years, but it was fun pondering over her again and revising her story for this post. Forgive the pacing and potential plot holes - I literally came up with all this new information for her yesterday.

#Mary: The Motorcycle Queen #Mary Kingsley #My OCs #This is a more revised and updated version of her story BTW. It’s much MUCH different than the more over-the-top... #... and frankly bizarre original version we came up with as kids. The competition part though? Still the same. #We had this whole epic arc surrounding Mary entering these major motorcycle races and pushing herself beyond... #... her limits every time as she works her way up to become the Motorcycle Queen. First came the county race... #... then came the state race - then the national race - then the world race. Every race had a trophy and cash prize to win... #... along with a pass to enter the next big race. She also got a decorative patch in the shape of her county/state/country... #... to sew onto the upper shoulder of her motorcycle jacket. It was fun and we loved acting it out. Good times.

[v-thinks-on]

Holmes and I hastily stumbled to our feet and endeavoured to back away from the sheep which had encircled us in their apparent curiosity. The cat that had been our guide slipped away between their hooves, where we could not follow.

I glanced at Holmes, the sudden strike which had left him so badly bruised at the fore of my mind, and he likewise seemed to be hesitant to confront the otherwise docile, large, fluffy creatures.

Our standoff was interrupted by a familiar voice calling across the pastures, “There you are! I was wondering where you’d slipped off to!”

The sheep scattered as Inspector Lestrade approached without our hard-learned caution.

“You are a sight for sore eyes, Inspector,” Holmes said, when it was at last safe to approach, and I followed after him to meet the inspector.

“What happened to you? You and the doctor both look like you’ve been digging in the mud.”

“I fear it is a tale worthy of Watson’s annals,” Holmes said, with a spark of humour across his features, “but there were some particular points of interest, which I believe would be best told over luncheon at the inn, if you would be amenable, Watson?”

“Certainly,” I said with some enthusiasm, weary from the morning’s labours.

Holmes appeared to be of a similar mind, for we did not delay in our return to the inn. When we arrived it was mercifully near empty. I would not have noticed the lone woman sitting in the parlour had she not put her book aside at our entrance and stood to greet us.

“Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson.”

I startled at the familiar voice.

Holmes too betrayed some surprise, but he is never caught off guard for long and swiftly replied, “Mrs. Watson.”

Inspector Lestrade doffed his hat to her.

“You look well,” I managed—what else could I say to my lawfully wedded wife whom I had not seen in months, who had graciously not sued for divorce despite due cause, which would have had me sentenced to hard labour for gross indecency? “What brings you here?”

It is to her immense credit as a gentlewoman that she merely smiled at my fumbling and said, “Plainly nothing nearly so exciting as you and Mr. Holmes. There is a bakery in town of which I am particularly fond. I sent some of their mincemeat pies to Mrs. Hudson, but I learned they had become waylaid, so I have come to replace them.”

Holmes, unflappable as ever, gave a barking laugh. “That is the answer to one little mystery, eh Watson? We must apologise, Mrs. Watson, for it is on our account that the mincemeat pies did not reach their intended recipient. If you will allow me to replace what has been lost?”

“The note I sent with them must have been mislaid on the journey, so you and Dr. Watson are hardly to blame, but you are very generous, Mr. Holmes. But do not allow me to detain you.” She sat back down as we made to pass through the parlour, but spared us one final glance with a pointed, “Do take care.”

#v writes #Sherlock Holmes #ACD Holmes #ACD Johnlock #John Watson #Mary Morstan #December Calendar Challenge of Awesomeness #prompt: Even Mary Watson has limits to her patience with Sherlock Holmes especially when he brings her husband home injured. #I've been looking forward to showing what Mary is up to