#her again (molly)

[brenatto-apothecary]

I didn't want to be the one to say it but I think if nott wasn't a goblin explicitly described as ugly people would have much different feelings about caleb having to pretend to fight her and pin her against a wall

[vulturevanity]

Anyway I can't get over the fact that before the incident Lorelai would encourage Molly to speak up. Both of their parents were too in their own heads to listen to Molly's quiet complaints, but Lori is loud. And Lori would use her loudness to speak for Molly, and Lori would teach Molly to be loud too, and even though Molly was kinda bad at it she still felt emboldened by her sister's support and encouragement, if only between the two of them. The Zoo skit in the 5th anniversary vod kills me about them

[river-of-wine]

God it’s so unfair what they did to Molly. I know I’ve said it before but I can’t stop thinking about it. She was in love. She was young and in love and look what happened to her. She fell for a man infamous for his silver tongue, she is far from the first woman on his arm, and her only crime was believing in him. Believing in the promises he sold her and everybody else. She loved him. She loves him so much and he just didn’t care. What was she to him? A distraction? Something pretty to look at and touch when he pleased that became too much work to be worth his time? A status symbol? A pretty rich exotic bird in a cage to flaunt as he liked? A replacement? A stand in for a woman long since dead? Whatever she was, he didn’t love her. He never did. He knew he wouldn’t, he knew he didn’t, and yet there she was.

She was in love and alone in a country she didn’t know in a world that does not like her, in a gang that does not like her either, isolated from her peers by the influence of a man who does not and will not love her. Not the way she wants to be loved. A man who ignores and berates and abuses her, who belittles and complains about her every emotion, her simple asks to be spoken to, looked at, called by her first name. She is desperate for help and her attempt to reach out to somebody who may understand what she sees is wrong with Dutch is ignored. He starts looking at another woman. A younger woman. She’s already young. Not young enough for him. Not passive enough for him. Not enough for him. She says too much. She questions him too much. She asks too much for him when she tells him that she wants his respect and affection.

She knows. She sees him for who he is. No one else does. No one will listen to her. No one likes her. Some don’t mind her, of course, but they do not like her. Some pity her. They do not like her. They do not love her. He does not love her. She is a sobbing mess before him, telling him that he has ruined her life, and even then he refuses it all. She can’t leave. Where would she go? How would she live, with no skills to provide for herself and no idea where she even is beyond the imprisoning safety of camp? She is a sobbing mess every day, sleeping on the floor and talking to herself as she smokes, convinced that everyone is as bad as him, that everyone is laughing at her still. She runs away and no one cares. She flees into unfamiliar territory on foot and unarmed, and as quickly as she escapes her abuser she is captured and sweated about him, and even still, even after all he has done to her, even recalling his gang that do not like her, who she believes all hate her, she does not say a word about them. She does not betray him even after he has betrayed her. She does not put him in danger. She does not try to have him killed. She could. She does not put his gang in danger. His family that she has never been part of. People who have never been on her side. She does not betray them.

She is dragged right back the second one of them sees her, perhaps the first time she had been truly noticed in months, drunk and worn down and angry, and it’s too much now. She cannot take more of this. More of him. She can’t. She lies. She lies and he believes it. Almost all of them do. She lies. A lie they could have seen through if any had cared enough to know where she was. A bank robbery planned and failed in her presence, only in its aftermath deciding to leave. She lies and he believes her. He points his gun at her and she doesn’t care. Is that what she wanted? It does seem so, how she laughs at him. Finally winning, finally hurting him, knowing that even think it is only herself who is aware that she is making a fool of him. He’s not so big now. She lies and they shoot her and they burn her. She is shot in the back. In the stomach. There is a definite cruelty in that. It’s beyond just ridding the gang of a supposed traitor, a wound to the stomach. They shot her and they burned her. They fucking burned her. They burned this young woman destroyed by a man she loved. He destroyed her in life and they destroyed her body further. Her innocence is revealed and the very camp whose move was christened by her blood is meets the same fate, set alight, her killer’s body within. She never said a word, they learn. With every reason she had, she didn’t tell them anything. She was in love. I love Molly O'Shea

[kinokoshoujoart]

oops all rock (springtime edition)

i’ll be able to draw digitally again soon! ;w; in the meantime i’ve been scribbling a lot on paper…

could not wait for Soon, so i resorted to coloring it using the markup tool in default iphone photos app (don’t do that ever again)

[daily-odile]

Odile patting Molly Epithet Erased on the head, you know why

have two bc i care them

[buttercupart]

timeskip Molly concepts - probably when she's around 16-17 ish, maybe even early college? ( I'm not a big fan of the "ooh the bubbly character gets older and is now SUPER SAD" trope so this is more like... Molly is still Molly, she just gets older and faces more hardships/life stressors that come with age, and struggles to maintain the same high level of positivity/resiliency she used to have )

[flicklikesstuff]

For a moment, (Noodle, noodle, apple strudel)

My life has turned upside-down, (Some people don’t and some people doodle)

For a moment, (Snakes, Flamingoes, BEARS, and Poodles)

I can’t keep my feet on the ground, (Singing this song will improve your moodle)

He’s the one good thing, (Noodle-Dee-Dee, Noodle-Dee-Dum)

That’s ever happened to me, (We’re having oodles and oodles of fun!)

🎶🎵🎶🎵

For a moment, life doesn’t seem quite so bad,

And for a moment, I kind of forgot to be sad

[elisedonut]

in worlds where Audrey is magic in someway or another and she and Percy were to get divorced after having Molly 2 and Lucy i can 100% see Molly 1 inviting her to Weasley events behind Percy's back and I think it would happen even more often if he was trying to move on and was seeing someone else

one of those things where Molly does think she's doing a good thing by trying to get her grandchildren's mother back in the picture

because she just honestly feels like they need a mother even though they are perfectly fine on their own but not understanding that its actually a really bad thing to be doing and that this isn't a romance book where they'll realize they just needed a break and fall back together

now if Audrey would even show depends a ton on like why they broke up in the first place obv like if she even knows Percy's seeing someone or just expecting this to just be one of those things where she shows up and like 40 people are there. Just to actually show up and realize it's only the main family and every single one of them is looking at her like "oh no oh fuck" except Molly

then there's like her still being in love with Percy and her and Molly working together but while that would make more sense in like a long term situation where it happens over and over i don't like the way it makes me feel so I'm sweeping it under the rug feels too close to bashing to me

[lukaskyle]

THE BEAR | 2.05 "Pop"

[cobra-creampuff]

anyway if mickey IS the eldest (which he's not, but if we just go with it) then first of all the age difference between him and ian has to be more than a year and a half because there is no fucking way any human woman can pop out four kids in two years or less, but more importantly there should be more mickey-fiona parallels. in this essay i will

[dent-de-leon]

happy valentines day to Kingsley falling in love with Caleb all over again immediately. First crush, first love--and yet, feelings that have also endured beyond death, meeting someone you ached for from the moment you opened your eyes for the first time--

[vulturevanity]

Blorbo moment

(Please don't mention the fact that I forgot Molly's star dandruff aka her second most iconic design element)

[river-of-wine]

I hate the attitude that so many people in the RDR2 fanbase have that gun = strong. When discussing the women - Abigail, Molly and Mary specifically here because they are who I was talking about when I was told these things - who are, to me undoubtedly, strong women who withstand horrible circumstances, I am told that no, actually, they’re not strong. Only women like Sadie are strong, or maybe Miss Grimshaw, on a rare occasion Karen, but always Sadie, because Sadie has a gun and she kills people with it.

I know I pin a lot of things on misogyny in this fanbase, but in a gaming space mostly full of men, you’re going to see a lot of it, and the way men and some women who like Sadie discuss her has always reeked of it to me. They reduce her down to only being a gun, taking away the actual depth and emotion of her character in favour of seeing her as one of the men, because she wears boy clothes and has a gun and she’s nice to Arthur, so she’s cool. Not like Molly who cries all the time and wants to die, not like Abigail who’s doing everything for a man, who aren’t strong at all despite what they have been through because they never go on a shooting spree, which as we know is the only thing that makes a woman strong.

The way Sadie is viewed by these people also completely diminishes the person Sadie actually is. I have so often found that Sadie is only held in such favour by certain men in the fanbase because she is the easiest woman to turn into a man, as it were, or they’re attracted to her. She dresses like them, spends most of her time around them, kills lots of people like them, and she’s still very pretty, so if you only value women for fitting in with men or for how attractive you find them, Sadie is the perfect candidate. She challenges plenty of men, but not Arthur, so she’s a good one, and she’s even got a more neutral stance on Dutch, so she’s doubly a good one, because now she’s not angry with the cool leader either.

This is not to say Sadie gets no hate. She absolutely does, and it’s all as unwarranted as you’d expect. Sadie has established skills with her gun, she’s going to be skilled with it when she picks one up, her and her husband shared the work as she says. She is rash and she has a short fuse, but her husband was murdered and she’s not going to be at all calm about that. Her final mission is optional. If you don’t want Arthur to go on that, don’t make him. She got a lot of people killed unnecessarily. She’s flawed, she’s very, very flawed, and she’s also not the only character to cause the deaths of innocent people during the game. But just as much as overly criticising her behaviour and looking at no motivations or reasoning she might have had, treating her more critically than you would the men, reducing her down to her flaws is an unfair view of her character, so is reducing her down to a generic cool woman character with nothing happening besides guns and chest, because that’s apparently all women are good for to plenty of the men in the fanbase.

The point of this ramble is just that Sadie is more than her gun, she has a whole personality in there, and while I do think it’s a shame that the entirety of her character was hinged on her revenge until the epilogue since it gave us quite a limited perspective on her, we still get to meet her properly when the epilogue comes around and she has mostly gotten over her grief. Sadie isn’t just a gun and her strength doesn’t just come from her killing lots of people, and there is no lack of strength in Molly, Abigail and Mary because they either kill very few people or none at all.

The strength these women have does not come from the bodies at their feet. Arthur Morgan isn’t a strong man because he kills people. Why is that only a condition for the women? Why does Abigail coming from being a teenage sex worker, a dangerous industry at the best of times, to a very young mother trying her best to keep her family together, to give her son a better life than she had not constitute as strength? What about that does not make her a strong person? Same for Mary, same for Molly. Both went through a lot of abuse, Mary did all she could to protect her brother and Molly’s drove her off such a frightened, paranoid edge, leaving her convinced everybody in the gang who she already knew weren’t the biggest fans at her were laughing at her, and yet she still went through multiple sessions of being sweater by the Pinkertons - who, I’ll remind you, treated Strauss rough enough to kill him - and didn’t say a word. How aren’t they strong?

They don’t have guns. Abigail kills Milton, but he’s a character you 100% hate by now. Mary and Molly never kill anybody. If your one condition for a female character being cool and strong is they shoot a lot of people, these three don’t fit that, but if that’s your condition for the women, that says more about you. Stop using Sadie Adler to back up your misogynistic feelings about the other women, she’d hate that

[blueberry0409]

FELIX ROSIER HC PT4:

im going to make this a daily thing until all my moots are corrupted

Felix had a breakdown in the field after pandoras death (during winter break) between the Weasley and Lovegood home while holding Luna

Ms. Weasley saw him and brought him inside for hot cocoa and a blanket and told him stories about pandora

a few days later she gave him a matching blue Weasley sweater with luna. it had a matching dragon with charlie :)

(@guess1mjustheren0w - typed up the hc we were talking about)

[aetherdecember]

“It’s you.” | Arthur and Merlin | Gen | 135 Words | Last Unicorn AU

@merlinmicrofic

“Let the quest end here then.” Merlin spoke, almost lightly, though his face held only burdens. “Marry the prince and live happily ever after.”

“Yes,” the unicorn turned young woman answered. “That is my wish.”

But in the same moment Arthur said, “No.”

He put his hands out to her, and drew a step closer. She did not shy from him, instead taking the offered hands and holding his gaze until it was Arthur who looked away.

His gaze found Merlin’s, stern and knowing. “It’s you who knew better than I that the quest cannot end here. I’m a hero, nothing more. It’s only a trade, but heroes know about the order of things. Quests cannot simply be abandoned. Prophecies cannot be left unfulfilled. And happy endings cannot come in the middle of the story.”

[v-a-l]

My favourite detail in OOTP is when Harry finds Sirius at the dining hall Crookshanks is curled up in his lap. Like he’s surrounded by people screaming at him about “Dumbledore’s instructions”, not allowed to go outside cause the ministry and Death Eaters are gunning for him, he’s being called irresponsible and reckless and he’s brushing it all aside cause boy does he know how to deal with people screaming at him in this house, any regardless: he’s still got Crookshanks. He’s got Buckbeak and they remain Sirius’ first and last line of defence

Harry felt something brush against his knees and started, but it was only Crookshanks, Hermione’s bandy-legged ginger cat, who wound himself once around Harry’s legs, purring, then jumped onto Sirius’s lap and curled up. Sirius scratched him absentmindedly behind the ears as he turned, still grim-faced, to Harry.

Harry did not mention his vague suspicions to Sirius, whose cheerfulness was evaporating fast now that Christmas was over. As the date of their departure back to Hogwarts drew nearer, he became more and more prone to what Mrs. Weasley called “fits of the sullens,” in which he would become taciturn and grumpy, often withdrawing to Buckbeak’s room for hours at a time. His gloom seeped through the house, oozing under doorways like some noxious gas, so that all of them became infected by it.