#Mary mourning

[gothicmagpie]

“Making A Crimson Peak Inspired Robe” by Madame Absinthe

Watch along as me and Mary re-create the robe from the beautiful gothic horror movie Guillermo del Toro's Crimson Peak! I watched it for the first time and just absolutely adored Edith's robes and all of the fashion and costuming in Crimson Peak. Mary ordered the McCall's Cosplay Ladies Sewing Pattern 2053 Spectral Robe & Nightgown.

[thecompasspoints]

i fear brennan accidentally made the rat grinders too tragic and compelling for me to be cool with the penelope everpetal amount of murdered they’re getting. like fantasy high has always been a show about teens murdering other teens, but i’ve become endeared to these twisted, rage-filled, narrative foils. huge bummer for weird girl enjoyers everywhere.

[arthursfuckinghat]

The worst part about playing rdr2 again is knowing who's going to die, how they're going to die, when they're going to die, and not be able to do a single thing about it

[natjennie]

I love that no matter how many fucking times alison gestures to exactly where the ghosts are mike will still look up in the air for them. the fact that he makes an attempt to interact directly with them instead of just always looking to alison is so charming. but also adhd king.

[gildedsammy]

1.01 Pilot // 4.22 Lucifer Rising // 4.16 On the Head of a Pin // 4.21 When the Levee Breaks // Evanescence Lose Control

[artschoolglasses]

Memento Mori Ring, Mourning Ring for Mary Pawson, 18th Century

From the London Museum

[mysteriouslynn]

@mikkokomori @sunnymiko

Got you a birthday gift :)

So happy birthday :D. Hope your day turns out great and wonderful :)

🎂🎈🥳🎉🎁

[andrumedus]

I mean functioning is functioning until the day you wake up and your heart is a broken boat I mean to say I am drowning in the enormity of my own missing pieces

Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; “When I Say Mental Disorder”  

[loneberry]

Artemide’s Knee directed by Jean-Marie Straub

[shakespearefreak]

I finally got all the pieces of Virginia's "Meet Outfit" and did a little photoshoot! (The indoor photos were taken at the historic Hotel Ruby Marie here in Madison WI, where they very kindly allow cosplayers and other photographers to use their beautiful vintage decor as a backdrop!)

Oh, and because I'm super proud of her jewelry, some closeups and info on each:

This is the pendant on her necklace; it was inspired by Victorian-era mourning jewelry, which often contained hair or other parts of the deceased loved one. If you look closely, you may notice her father's photo is actually Jim Beaver as Carter Cushing in Crimson Peak (Edith Cushing was one of my main inspirations for Virginia). I edited the photo for that "vintage" feel. The hair, which is meant to be from her father's beard, was actually taken from Captain's tail! 😅

I made her ring using a blank DIY ring from Etsy and a skull charm intended for nail art

Her bracelet is made from real Jet beads (I made it by taking apart a human-sized bracelet and restringing part of it). Jet was a very popular stone for mourning jewelry in the Victorian era.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Rogier van der Weyden or Roger de la Pasture (Netherlandish, c.1399-1464) The Crucifixion, with the Virgin and Saint John the Evangelist Mourning, ca.1460 Philadelphia Museum of Art When Jesus saw his mother, and the disciple whom he loved standing near, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” Then he said to the disciple, “Behold, your mother!” And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home (John 19:26-27). If the Blessed Mother actually gave birth to other children, as many Protestants mistakenly believe, it would be unthinkable to put her in the care of St. John, a non-blood relative, because the ancient Jews greatly valued family and related responsibilities. Instead, Jesus puts his mother in the care of his apostle John. And even though John is not a son of Mary, Jesus refers to John as her son and Mary as John’s mother. Mary is thus seen as the spiritual mother of all disciples. Brother: 1. Son of our parents (Gen. 27:6), or of our father (Gen. 28:6), or of our mother (Judg. 8:19). 2. Countryman (Exo. 2:11; Acts 3:22). 3. Member of the same tribe (2 Sam. 19:12). 4. Ally (Am. 1:9). 5. Member of the same race (Num. 20:14). 6. Of the same religion (Acts 9:17; Rom. 1:13). 7. Members of the same office (Ezra 3:2). 8. Persons of equal rank or position (1 Kings 9:13). 9 Any member of the human race (Mt. 7:3-5; Heb. 2:17). 10. A very loved one (2 Sam. 1:26). 11 Relative (Mt. 12:46). James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas are called brothers of the Lord (Mt. 13:55); Jn. 7:1-10 states that his brothers did not even believe in Him. There is a difference of opinion as to whether these "brothers" were truly brothers or whether they were Joseph's cousins ​​or children from a previous marriage. -Illustrated Edition, Popular Dictionary of the Bible By Juan Rojas, Unilit Editorial.

[sunforgrace]

they saw him gearing up to scream and cry and throw up about the angel being dead again but it’s really bad this time so he had to charge up (like one of those lightbulbs you have to leave out in the sun) for mega widower era….2! and said send his ass to car heaven

[vivelareine]

Marie-Antoinette au Temple, le 22 Janvier 1793 by Léonie Dusseuil, circa 1870.

This painting, held in a private collection, depicts the royal family the day after the king's execution. A contemporary description of the work noted it depicted the family "having spent the night in tears, with the two children exhausted in the morning."

A contemporary critic wrote in 1873:

"Marie-Antoinette at the Temple, by Miss Léonie Dusseuil, would bring tears to the eyes of the least sensitive people…. We can imagine that a woman's hand would have trembled, that her brush would have hesitated, that her color would have darkened, softened and frozen in retracing such a painful scene. Poor Marie Antoinette!"

image: posted with permission from the owner of the piece.

[wulfhalls]

https://x.com/CoppolaUpdates/status/1749518310146740435?s=20

WAIT

WHEN U LOSE BUT ARE ALSO SOOOO BACK.

[secretnameofeverydeath]

My dad just got hit by a bus. And it broke his neck and now he's dead. I gotta pick up my mom and bring her to the morgue so she can identify his body. No I'm not kidding. This is actually happening. And now I'm high on crack.

6.1. When my brother died (unexpectedly) his widow couldn't find a phone number for me among his papers until two weeks later. While I swept my porch and bought apples and sat by the window in the evening with the radio on, his death came wandering slowly towards me across the sea.

5.6. When my parents died I chose not to eat but to burn them. Then buried the ashes under a stone cut with their names. For my brother I had no choice, I was a thousand miles away. His widow says he wanted to be cast in the sea, so she did this. There is no stone and as I say he had changed his name.

On finding things to do instead of eating your dead family

The Haunting of Hill House episode 2 | Wikipedia, Fore People | DSix Feet Under, pilot episode | Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something from You, Give it Back, with an English translation by Denise Newman | Herodotus, with an English translation by A. D. Godley. Cambridge. Harvard University Press. 1920 | Six Feet Under, pilot episode | Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (both quotations) | The Haunting of Hill House episode 6 | Mary Oliver, Flare | Anne Carson, Nox | Naja Marie Aidt, When Death Takes Something from You, Give it Back, with an English translation by Denise Newman | Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch | The Goldfinch (2019) | Wooden Overcoats season 3 episode 8, written by David K. Barnes | Cindy Millstein, Ghost Stories, in the essay collection she edited: Rebellious Mourning | Anne Carson, Nox | Six Feet Under, pilot episode

[bluejaysandblackbats]

You're Just Like Quicksand

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Batman Beyond

Summary: Jason Todd is ready to go into semi-retirement after fifteen years working with troubled youth, but one case in particular forces him to confront the sins of his youth and painful memories from his past.

Chapters: 15/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Warren McGinnis, Mary McGinnis, Matt McGinnis, Bruce Wayne, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): TBA

Additional Tags: Protective Jason Todd, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Retired Jason Todd, Multiple POV, Hurt/Comfort, Parent-Child Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, Angst, Mourning Jason Todd

Chapter Fifteen: Back of the Closet (Jason's POV)

Every day after I finished dropping Terry off, I spent a few minutes getting Avery-Marie cleaned up for dinner, and I checked on Andrew in his room. He’d taken up painting as a hobby, and he rarely came out of his room for anything. It was our normal. I knocked on the door frame, and Andrew looked up from his painting. “Whatcha working on, Drewby?” I asked. 

“Mom’s garden,” Andrew answered. I sat beside him, rustling a hand through his hair, and I kissed his temple. It’d been two years, and I still couldn’t get past the joy I felt looking at his face every day. “How was your day? Is your friend’s son okay?” 

“Uh-huh… I’m worried Powers is after him because of something his father found out… I’m gonna have someone look into it,” I answered. Andrew looked at me. 

“Are you gonna put the helmet back on?” Andrew questioned. I shook my head. 

“I don’t want to. I wanna see if the authorities can suss this out without help… Did you go to therapy today?” I questioned. Andrew nodded. I never pushed him to talk about it, but he’d tell me sometimes if he was in the mood to talk. Andrew continued to work on his painting. 

“I talked about you today… And Mom… Why weren’t you and Mom getting along?” What happened?” Andrew asked. It was a long time coming, but I was surprised he finally asked me about it. 

“It was my fault… I didn’t pay enough attention to her, and I never listened to her pleas about making nice with your grandfather. She just wanted me to work through my trauma. And I wanted to close it off and pretend it didn’t matter,” I answered, “Your mother was the sweetest woman I ever met. She was a good wife and an amazing mother. We weren’t gonna divorce… I would’ve stayed with her forever if I could’ve.”

Andrew smiled. I’d been seeing a lot more of that recently. Avery-Marie finished taking her bath, and she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy,” Avery-Marie whispered as she knocked on the door. “Uncle Andy, can I show you something?” 

Andrew stopped painting, handed me his brush, and he let Avery-Marie in. He never turned her away. Even on his bad days, he gave her his full attention, showering her with love and affection like he used to do with Maggie. He picked her up and kissed her cheek. “What is it, Sugar Plum?” Andrew asked. 

“I made you something,” Avery-Marie whispered. She always whispered to him. He set her down, and she ran to grab her backpack before returning with a handmade suncatcher. “Grandpa put his present in the car.” 

Andrew opened his window and taped it there. “Wow. Thank you so much, Avie. Every time it’s sunny, I’ll be able to open my curtains and see the rainbow. This is so nice,” Andrew grinned. 

“I’m gonna start dinner,” I whispered to excuse myself. Andrew would help Avery-Marie with her homework while I cooked. It always calmed my nerves. I liked dinnertime. It was the only time I had to clear my head and focus on a single task. I didn’t have to think about Abigail surrendering custody of Avery-Marie to me. I didn’t have to think about Michael being tangled up in the magic scene in Louisiana. I didn’t have to think about Andrew’s agoraphobia. When I cooked, it was just me and the stove. Today, I made burgers and french fries. It was Avery-Marie’s favorite. I brought our meal to Andrew’s bedroom, and we ate at the little table by his closet. Avery-Marie sat on my knee while we ate. Andrew took his pills with dinner. After dinner, I put a movie on for Avery-Marie, and Andrew took a nap beside her. 

**

When nighttime came, Andrew listened to the police scanner before bed. “That’s a code I haven’t heard in a while,” Andrew whispered. 

“What’s that, Drew?” I questioned. 

“The code for masked vigilantes. At Wayne Powers on the roof. Do you think it’s Grandpa?” Andrew asked. I shook my head. “Dad?”

“It’s Terry,” I answered. There was no doubt or hesitation in me when I said it. It had to be Terry, and I felt my blood run cold. Andrew frowned and nodded at me. 

I shook my head, feeling torn between my duty to Warren and his family, and my duty to my family. It felt like the same thing. Warren, Mary, Terry, and Matt felt like family… But Andrew grabbed my hand. “You stepped away because you didn’t want to hurt kids… Now you have the chance to save one. Go ahead, Dad,” Andrew reassured me, “Don’t be gone too long, or I’ll call Uncle Dick.”

“Uncle Dick is in California,” I whispered before kissing his forehead, “Comms are in my bedroom.” 

I left the room and got dressed in the last model of my costume. I hadn’t worn it since the kids were babies. They knew about it. That wasn’t a secret to them. 

I took my motorcycle through the old passageways to get there faster, and I could tell from the sound of the security guards that Terry was there already. I turned comms on, calling straight to the cave like old times, hoping someone was on the other line. “Anyone on the line?” I questioned. 

“Hood?” Bruce’s voice half-exclaimed on the other line. 

“What’s his location and why would you let him wear the—?” I heard a gunshot and a hissing noise before looking up to see Terry in the Batman suit tailing a plane. “He can’t do this on his own—.” 

“The kid is in the suit against my wishes… But he’s got it under control. He’s got a natural talent for this… Go home, Hood. Stepping in now would only jeopardize his safety. Unless you’d like to talk about—.” 

“Listen here, you sick old man. I’m only coming there, so I can chew you out for allowing this curse to take another kid,” I whispered. The drive to the cave felt like it took an eternity, but it was only a few minutes. Bruce sat in his chair, looking more alive than I’d seen him in years. He had a distinct twinkle in his eye. I hadn’t seen that in him since I was a little boy. 

“He said he’s heading straight home… I didn’t know he was one of your kids. If I did, I wouldn’t have hit him so hard when I caught him down here. What’s your opinion on his mental state?” Bruce asked. 

I couldn’t lie to him. “Terry craves adrenaline, and he’s smart… Intuitive and compassionate. He has a record and a past, but that’s not reflective of how strong his conscience is. Terry feels guilty for things that he’s done, and he has a strong desire to set things right even if they seem completely out of his control. He’s deeply empathetic… More than anyone I’ve ever seen, and I originally planned on partnering him up with a defense attorney before I took a step back from work two years ago… I’m not gonna be able to talk him out of this, am I? And I can’t tell his mother. That’d kill her,” I answered. 

“He reminds me of you… He’s got a smart mouth, but I think that comes with being a teenager,” Bruce replied. 

“You like him… You lonely old—. You want him back here, don’t you?” I questioned. 

“This city’s falling apart. I think he’s fresh, and I appreciate his raw talent. If you say no, I’ll respect that—.” 

“But he won’t. I know how this works,” I interrupted. I wanted to blame Bruce this time, but I knew it was as much his curse as mine.