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[demonmary]

taking careful aim (a teenage mary fic)

Connecting with other girls had always been hard, at least for Mary.  Ever since she snuck her father’s salt-packed shotgun shells into the pockets of her backpack for kindergarten show-and-tell, she had been marked as some sort of social outcast.  Mary had learned to hide parts of herself before she could even identify which parts those were.  

And then there was Frances. 

Mary first saw her a few months before they would officially meet.  It was nothing but a chance encounter, just a brief moment at the laundromat with Mary passing the wall-sized windows with a rush in her step, only slowing once time did when they caught sight of each other.  

Mary locked eyes with a rugged-looking girl with cropped dark hair and even darker eye makeup.  They both stared, Mary getting embarrassed and looking away when the other girl didn’t, so she quickly resumed her hurried steps. 

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In such a small town, just a few blocks from home, Mary didn’t often see people she didn’t know, and she really didn’t see people like that.

Mary met Frances - properly met her - on the first day of their junior year.  Mary remembered thinking that the other girl could be mistaken for a boy if it weren’t for the way she smudged out her eyeliner and the deep red pigment she had imperfectly swiped over her lips.  

It was only a few weeks later that Mary found out Frances (or Frankie.  She prefers Frankie.) would have enjoyed that confusion.  

Mary didn’t want to like Frankie.  The girl made her uncomfortable, made her think too hard about her own girlhood, made her address parts of herself that she’d worked hard to shove away.  

Mary did like Frankie though; she liked how the girl wore chunky boots even though she was tall enough without the added height.  She liked how Frankie wore makeup like the other girls but didn’t wear it like the other girls.  

Being like the others - Mary wanted it and hated herself for wanting it.  But Frankie?  Frankie had fun, loving every moment on the fringe.  She said things Mary feared, and she said them with a smile.  

Frankie watched the boys and said things like, “dontcha ever wish you could be like them?” and Mary felt smoke filling her lungs and blotting out her response.  

They were watching football practice, but in a different way than the girls above them, the girls sitting on the bleachers and cheering when the boys finished a drill.  Mary and Frances were watching with a tint of green, green like bronze rusted.  The rosy-colored tinge they should be watching teenage boys with had patinaed into strange, unexamined jealousy.  

Mary didn’t like how it felt, the envy instead of lust, so she tore her gaze away from the quarterback and refocused on the other girl.  

They were watching football practice, but they were really watching each other, hiding under the bleachers and passing one of Frankie’s cigarettes back and forth, sharing the silence as much as the smoke.

Frankie caught Mary staring and pulled in a breath, pushing out hazy rings to rub in Mary’s interest.  Frankie liked being watched as much as Mary liked watching.  

Mary liked how it felt to get caught staring, feared how it felt to get caught staring.  She didn’t realize she was still staring as she contemplated the feeling.  

Frankie finished her cigarette and asked Mary if she’d finally take her shooting soon.  She had been promising for months, ever since Mary used her hunting-for-animals excuse after she showed up with a few noticeable scrapes from a job with her dad.  

Mary jumped on the distraction, glad her staring went unnoticed or at least untouched.  That weekend, they’d go that weekend, and Frankie said sure and that she’d come by in the morning.  

Mary had a hard time falling asleep that night.  Excitement or nerves or both or something else unexamined. 

Over breakfast that morning, over eggs and toast carefully prepared for Samuel by Deanna, Mary mentioned with her feet swinging underneath the table that she had a friend coming by.  

She ignored her parents’ exchanged looks, barely noticing them through her giddiness.  They asked her friend’s name.  She told them.  They must have thought that Mary’s got some lanky, awkward, pimply seventeen-year-old boy on his way to the house; they must have pictured how they’d scare the kid into treating Mary right.  The confusion made Mary giggle. 

She didn’t want to correct them.  Her parents expected Frankie to be some boy down the lane.  She didn’t correct them.  She thought it was funny, thought Frankie would think it was funny.  

When the doorbell rang an hour later, and Deanna went to answer it, it wasn’t so funny anymore.  Deanna did not look like she was laughing.  Mary was not laughing either. 

Frankie could always get Mary out of her head so quickly.  At least away from the part of Mary’s head that her parents liked to lock her in.  Mary and Frankie rolled around to the back of the house, to the shed in the corner of the property with its chicken-scratch warding and devil’s trap on the floor (uncovered and bizarre, surely to Frankie).  Mary forgot that Frankie shouldn’t see - the other girl always brought down her walls before Mary could realize they were there for a reason.  

Frankie just raised an eyebrow, not too shocked, only observing the way she did.  Mary yanked a shotgun off the wall and slammed the door shut before Frankie could see anything too weird.  

Frankie looked at Mary, watching.  Taking everything in.  Frankie looked at Mary’s hands where they wrapped around the shotgun the same way that they watched the boys when they practiced their tackling.  Mary could feel the heat, the jealous green-flame.  She liked the way it burned. 

The two girls made their way out to the woods.  It was hunting season, so the sounds of gunshots wouldn’t be alarming to anyone nearby.  Not that anyone was nearby.  

Mary grabbed her bag, yanking it off her shoulder and loving how the clinks and clangs of the glass hitting inside drew Frankie’s gaze again.  They worked silently, an understanding passing over them as they lined up the bottles.  

One of ‘em had about two shots of Jack left in it, and so Mary giggled and offered half to Frankie.  They drank, sharing swigs from the same bottle.  Mary knew what Frankie’s lips taste like then, even if only because they tasted the same, whiskey wet on their tongues. 

Mary shot twice first, practiced in a way that made Frankie whoop with glee as the bottles burst in line.  Mary lined up a third shot before thinking twice, smirking tight and secretive as she looked back to Frankie.  

Frankie told her she looked good like that, the words falling out ready and raw in the autumn air.  

Mary blanked and blushed and rushed over to crowd the gun into Frankie’s hands.  Mary could deal with the shotgun; she couldn’t deal with the spoken truth.  

But Frankie didn’t stop speaking.  It was all questions then, which Mary could answer.  The girl asked how she should stand; is this right?  Hands like this?  Fingers here?  Thighs far enough apart?  Stance correct?  Feet planted right?  Chin angled like this? 

Mary could answer, but that didn’t mean she would.  She remained silent the whole time, correcting Frankie with gentle touches.  Mary put her hands on skin where Frankie’s clothes didn’t cover, feeling the heat through the fabric where they did.  

Frankie’s first shot missed.  It was way high - the recoil took her by surprise.  She swore and stumbled back into Mary’s body, leaning into the way Mary caught her by the waist.  

Her second shot clipped the neck of the fourth bottle, spinning it off its branch-perch and knocking the fifth bottle as well.  Mary asked if Frankie was aiming for that one or the third.  

Frankie laughed and shrugged, went in for a third shot before Mary was ready, but she made it.  With a solid shot through that third bottle, a laugh punched out of the two girls from the impact.  

The gun was quickly forgotten in the celebration, placed carefully on the ground and stepped over as Frankie crowded Mary away from their homemade range.  

Mary could see the way that Frankie was trembling.  The adrenaline, probably.  It could do that.  Mary felt herself shaking; that had to be why.  

“I liked that, Mary.  Liked that a lot.”  

Mary did too.  “Yeah.”

“I like you a lot, Mary.”  

Mary did too.  “Yeah.” 

Frankie was just a foot away.  Twelve measly inches.  Mary couldn’t close the gap.  

“You too, Mary?”

“Yeah.” 

Frankie looked away, twisting her neck to look over her shoulder at the bottles, two remaining on the branch.  

“Think you could shoot those from twice as far this time?”  

“Yeah.”  

Frankie laughed, throwing her head back in the carefree way she did, running off to grab the surviving bottles and set them up further back.  Mary was left in her wake, frozen in place as she watched, rosy-tinted stare rusted green with jealousy again.  

another ao3 link ! kudos / comments r sooooo lovely and wonderful 2 me

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

i feel like caro going through this harry potter obsession right now but luckily for yall i have a sideblog with a sick ass url i dont want to waste so you dont have to see that much of it. ur welcome

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and we’re back

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[courageisneverforgotten]

✨ rules: pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people (or don't, it's up to you) - don't repeat same artists! ✨

(tagged by @its-me-satine - thank you !! <33)

courage

calling (spider-man: across the spider-verse soundtrack / metro boomin) ; one summer’s day (joe hisaishi) ; use somebody (kings of leon) ; restless moon (maya hawke) ; any day now (trousdale) ; give me a minute (lizzy mcalpine) ; ends of the earth (lord huron)

is

i want your video (djo) ; spring / sun / winter / dread (everything everything)

never

new orleans (parachute) ; egg in the backseat (em beihold) ; valentine (laufey) ; exile (taylor swift feat. bon iver) ; rachel (steppes)

forgotten

formidable (twenty one pilots) ; oh GOD (orla gartland) ; run and hide (sabrina carpenter) ; over those hills (hayley williams) ; toxic thoughts (faith marie) ; times are hard for dreamers (amélie cast recording) ; everywhere (fleetwood mac) ; nonbeliever (lucy dacus)

open tags :D

[t4tbedehopmar]

well there we go >:3 how does it look

[anhyparxia]

n "envy" v mybeloved my hated drug dealer vape shop employee fiend boy high roller plant cultivator shoe appreciator soundcloud rapper white trash dove watcher asap rocky listener dripping in blood and fine linens and supreme x gummo and all that is wrong in the state of denmark my no good boy. my good no good boy. vomiting out snakes and eating himself alive so the ouroboric cycle of drug addiction and abuse can begin again and again and again. telling you he'll stop hitting ket and ecstasy and it's all good babe it's all good. blood dripping down his chin from his nose being broken so many times and doing so much coke he gets nosebleeds by turning his head the wrong way. looking at you and you're looking at him and you know he's going to die tomorrow when the lapd crack him wide open but you can't help feeling so fucking sorry for him. and all the while los santos curls and keens and the highway lights click the same yellow-glow as the edges of the whites of envy's eyes, the same pinkish red as the veins in his skull that pop out of his sockets when he's shot dead one day and they can't identify the body because who cares about roadkill? he was always going to die. and the world keens. he loves summer.

[npdbenrey]

thinking about the mutual i only followed because their username is the same as one of my rentry urls

[aurae-rori]

DR RATIO ANALYSIS PT 3 BUT IT'S JUST GAY

Now, you might be saying - "Aurae, you've done part one, and part two, so why do we need a part three?" The answer is because of two things - one. I made a deal with the Tumblr Peoples that if one of my posts hit more than 50 likes I would do this analysis. Two. Mihoyo is making this shit canon. I CAN'T MAKE THIS UP. So, let's delve into my usual disclaimer, as we might have some new people joining us for the first time with my insanity.

I have been researching psychology personally for about six years, so although I am not a professional (crawling my way there through the education system. I will be one, one day.) I do have some experience with analyzing homosexuals. Psychology hours, my children. They don't call me "chronically cooking" for nothing. Maybe I should change my url to that...

NOW THAT MY LONG AHH DISCLAIMER IS OVER, LET'S GET INTO THIS! It's time to deconstruct these homosexuals like a modern airplane, because they might as well be taking off with how canon they are.

"It can't be canon," they say, but then Mihoyo DOES PAID SPONSORSHIPS WITH THESE FUCKERS BEING GAY. We've all seen the paid partnership edit. We've all seen the video where Aventurine has the audio of "nice rack" as he talks to Dr. Ratio. PAID SPONSORSHIPS. Now, if that piece of evidence isn't enough for you - let's dive into their actual relationship, which is just a HOMOSEXUAL MESS. I will be focusing more on how Dr. Ratio sees this guy as this is a Dr. Ratio analysis™, but hey, the crumbs.. we eat 'em all. Amen.

Let's start off (I say as I write this part three days later) about how people are like, 'Aven is Ratio's favourite idiot' WRONG. Ratio does NOT consider Aventurine to be an idiot and knows that he is smart and capable in his own right. While Ratio is book smart, Aven is extremely street smart and holds his own very well. Ratio does not consider Aventurine to be an idiot as he takes off his plaster head around him and actually indulges in his whims around him. This is a blatant showcase of fondness because although he is emotionally constipated and can't be affectionate through words without sounding semi-backhanded because he's never had true affection in his life, he showcases his love through actions rather than words. He's just bad at showing love, okay? But he does love Aven. Or like him, to some extent, if you don't want to see them as romantic, which is fine. However, no matter what you label their bond as, it's obvious that they care for one another.

Also, the fucking ZEST FEST that was 'keeping up with Star Rail'. He says, "wait a minute - MUTUAL?" which indicates that he has respect for Aventurine in the first place. He LITERALLY TOLD US that he respects Aventurine and he was commenting on Aventurine's playstyle & everything.. also, at the end, he was here because 'I appreciate this show's dedication to knowledge' - his TONE. Kudos to the VA because that was not convincing at all. Bro was NOT here for the knowledge, bro was here to be GAY!!! Also his little own bathtub couch. We all know Aven bought it for him. Trust, I am John Hoyoverse.

"The Charming Audacity" HUH? BRO? Okay this is hilarious to me because this is the first time that we ever really see them interact with one another, and we get absolutely bitchslapped in the fact that Dr. Ratio calls this guy's audacity 'charming'. That's GAY. That's HOMOSEXUAL.

Also, comparing him to a peacock.. a very beautiful bird.... Must I say more?

Now, the part that I really want to focus on is the part where he gives the Doctor's Note to Aventurine. This shit is important. And I agree with the people who are like - Acheron helped him. Because she did. She was a big part of it and she helped Aventurine get back on his feet in the void. Dr. Ratio is not his only reason to live, but the note, showing that someone will stay by his side? Showing that someone truly cares for him? Someone who's waiting for him when he get back? This bond that he has with Dr. Ratio isn't fake. He already has a starting point to get back to - an anchor to return to. Dr. Ratio is his anchor. Whenever he goes off to do crazy shit, Veritas Ratio will be there when he returns. Because Ratio is loyal. Ratio cares. He cared enough to almost jeopardize their plan to make sure that Aventurine was going to be okay. He cares so damn much about Aventurine that he decided that this man's emotional state after the fake betrayal was more important than all of fucking Penacony.

If you want an example of "I would let the world burn for you," it's Ratio. He's a romantic not in the traditional sense, but he cares and loves Aventurine so damn much it makes my heart hurt. "Do stay alive," he says, knowing that Aventurine struggles with living. Those three words mean the whole fucking world to someone who struggles with suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts. Someone wants you to live. Someone wants you to stay. Someone wants you by their side.

Dr. Ratio cares. Let me say that again - he cares. He banters with Aventurine, tries to create an environment where Aventurine can feel a little bit more comfortable with the two of them, even in a place as dangerous as Penacony. He will put his own life on the line for Aventurine.

He cares. He cares so damn much. I hate gay people. They make me VIOLENTLY homophobic.

Dr. Ratio after expressing his care indirectly and complimenting Aventurine indirectly: Did I do it?

Aventurine, who has caught none of the hints:

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

if you remember my friend Mahmoud, whose story i shared with you a few days ago (you can find it here), he'd like me to remind all of you that because his account was taken down, his url has changed. he's now @mahmoudkhalafff. older posts verifying his campaign will reference a different url, but he'd like you to know that it's still him.

the loss of his old account and the following he'd built up there has made Mahmoud very worried about the trajectory of his campaign. so please, if you have a moment, share a post from his new account or send a few euros his way. however you show it, your support means so much to him and his family.

let's help Mahmoud recover from this setback and reach his goal as quickly as possible!

[god-offical]

I was god-official before I changed to meat-church, and I'm so glad to see a real human person has this url now and not a porn bot. I'm delighted to see what you've done with my most favorite previous url

amen 🙏

oh my myself. that brings me so much joy meat church on tumblr dot com, thank you

[omegaversereloaded]

Im so grateful for filtering lmao there are a few people i had blocked on my old account years ago not bc they were bad or sucked but bc i found them a little annoying ..... no hard feelings..... now you can just filter their url god bless. Amen

[rocknrollbodhisattva]

I saw this url acrostic challenge here on @x--daughters-of-darkness--x by @hauntedwhispers and I thought it was a cool challenge. Anyone who wants to do this go head. My url: rock 'n' roll bodhisattva

'Rock n Roll' - Avril Lavigne

'Only Love Can Save Me Now' - The Pretty Reckless

'Call Me When You're Sober' - Evanescence

'King' - Florence + the Machine

'Natural Born Sinner' - In This Moment

'Rock the NIght' - Europe

'Over the Hills and Far Away' - Garry Moore

'Long Live Rock & Roll' - Daughtry

'Light & Darkness' - Babymetal

'Black Sheep' - Dorothy

'Our Solemn Hour' - Within Temptation

'Damnation Flame' - Amaranthe

'Handshake with Hell' - Arch Enemy

'I Am the Storm' - Ad Infinitum

'Slow, Love, Slow' - Nightwish

'Arms of the Ocean' - Black Briar

'Tight Rope' - Lacuna Coil

'Talk to Me' - Apocalyptica (feat Lzzy Hale)

'Vengeance is Mine' - Alice Cooper

'Amen & Attack' - Powerwolf

[maculategiraffe]

tagged by @dsudis to share the story behind my url! (dira yours is awesome btw)

heh. well. mine was lowkey supposed to be a throwaway? like I wanted to post my weird kinky dead dove id fic somewhere and I certainly wasn't going to do it on the livejournal where people knew me irl. and I didn't know if anybody was even going to read it and I definitely didn't expect people to still be recognizing me by this name seventeen years later or I might have stressed out more about what to name my secret kinky lj

but anyways it's from a t.s. eliot line that I was taken with because of course "maculate" isn't a word we usually use. we use "immaculate" to mean "spotless" but we don't use "maculate" to mean "spotted." and I especially liked using it to describe a giraffe because a giraffe isn't the opposite of immaculate in a bad way. it's not dirty, or stained. it's dappled. and glory be to god for dappled things

so I just liked the phrase and then people did like my story and I found a community and people started calling me mac for short and I got some kind of unexpected name euphoria about it and so it turned out this was my url forever and ever amen

would honestly love to hear anyone's url backstory. love self-chosen name stories. consider yourself tagged?

[leviiackrman]

TAG CATCH UP: PERSONAL PICREW, QUESTIONS + URL SONGS;

Heyyooooo I’m back (even tho I never left) but these illnesses have been kicking my ass and I FINALLY feel better! I’ve been tagged in a bunch of fun games recently that I’ve been neglecting, but thank you so much to everyone who tagged me! Have an oversized post to suit my oversized fashion taste tehe

Tagged by: URL Tag: @rolangf @carrionsflower @timdownie @thedeadthree || Questions 1: @rosenfey || Questions 2 + Picrew: @binatalia

Tagging: @bbrocklesnar @risingsh0t @statichvm @marivenah @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @simonxriley @shellibisshe @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @arklay @jackiesarch @minaharkers @captmactavish @carlosoliveiraa @queennymeria @shadowglens @nightbloodbix @riikugan @heroofpenamstan @fenharel @alexxmason @malefiicarum @gearvmac @gwynbleidd @delzinrowe + @binickmiller

|| hair colour is not accurate cus I’m a brunette but I bleached it recently so it’s a lot warmer than this! Wolf cut going strong tho and not this long but anyway ||

L: Liar Liar - Dylan, Bastille

E: ERA - The Faim

V: Vampire Disco - Friday Pilots Club

I: IDK How to Talk to Girls - Beth McCarthy

I: I Don’t Like You..OK - The Hunna, Kelsey Karter & The Heroines

A: AmEN! - Bring me the Horizon, Lil Uzi Vert, Daryl Palumbo

C: Conquer - Marshmello, Space Laces

K: Kick Back - Kenshi Yonezu

R: Rise (Redux) - The World Alive, League of Legends

M: Make it Out Alive - ONE OK ROCK

A: Animals - Nickelback

N: Not Alone - New Rules

last song: Stormy Weather - Kings of Leon (my saved songs was playing while doing my chores lmao)

currently watching: I’m FINALLY watching American Horror Story (after my bestie pestered me for years aha) and I LOVE it!! I’m also watching The Kardashians cus it’s good background noise when I’m working lmao, and on going critical role etc

3 ships: I’m gonna choose 3 of my oc ships cus brain no function: Margot x Levi, Rin x Dabi + Mineyo x Rin

favourite colour: mustard yellow! Just such a pretty colour and so cheerful!

currently consuming: the daggerheart one shot hehehehe! So now I’m planning ideas for a daggerheart oc for when me and my sister make our characters!

first ship: anakin x padme…. forever a precious ship to me

place of birth: South England, UK

current location: 30 mins from my birth place lmao, I’ve moved a lot tho

relationship status: single pringle as always but my brain clearly is pining cus I keep having dreams about having a partner…

last movie: oh daymn… uhhh idk I don’t really watch films anymore! I think it was Suzume!

currently working on: oh BOY so many things! I’m making the invites, seating plan, table decorations and other bits for my sisters wedding, I also need to make a curtain for our stair window cus it freaks my dad out lmao, more crochet designs for my Etsy shop (critical role characters and Disney princesses are in progress), timelines for my ocs which is taking FOREVER cus i ain’t no writer, more drawings for my ocs, my oc publication, MULTIPLE ideas for oc art and just never ending odd projects cus i CANT. STOP. OH and all the planning for mummas fundraiser/birthday! So it’s a lot aha

are you named after anyone? Not my first name, but my dad went to a garden centre the day my sister was born and chose 2 flowers for our middle names, so she’s Molly Jasmine and I’m Jessica Rose!

when was the last you cried? Uhhh idk I cry a lot, half the time I don’t even realise I am. Probably on the weekend when I was feeling shit

do you have kids? AHAHAHA no. I have 0 intention of having my own children but whenever I’m financially stable (and potentially with someone) I wanna adopt/foster as many kids as I can!

what sports do you play/have you played? When I was younger I played football, hate it now. I play games at work with the kids a lot but nothing legit

do you use sarcasm? I’m British. So what do you think?

what is the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes and smiles! I can tell when someone isn’t smiling genuinely tbh

what is your eye color? Hazel but got a lot of green in them

scary movies or happy endings? Scary movies. That way I can create my own happy endings while enjoying the carnage hehe

any talents? I don’t really believe in ‘talents’, I prefer to think that anyone can CREATE a talent through practice and dedication. I guess you could say my art skills are a talent, but again I practiced for my whole life so it’s not really a talent more than determination. I can also cook decently, dance/sing okay, but they’re not talents to me, just passions

where were you born? The shit hole called England.

what are your hobbies? Oh FUCK I have way too many… drawing, crocheting, editing, writing, reading, watching anime, creating characters + content, puzzles, painting, diamond painting, organising and SO MANY MORE

do you have any pets? I doooo! I have 1 doggo named Harley and she is my pride and joy, I love her sm

how tall are you? 5 foot 11 and a half, so I just say 6 foot

favorite subject in school? Art, history, dance, drama and IT

dream job? Freelance artist or concept artists. Tho the latter is less likely nowadays cus yknow… everything is fucked from AI…