#ma love

[kumakooo]

My baby 💖🤏✨🥹

(pls don’t mind me delulu heh)

[lovelyannoyingcher]

Omg he looks so cute 🥹

Killing myself in 15000 thousand ways

[okaydiscount]

based off a headcanon that scout's ma is part of the mafia :)

[gobbogoo]

Who Is Scout's Ma?

She's a character we know extremely little about, however when you stop to consider the IMPLICATIONS of what little we DO know, things start to get interesting:

1. She lives in the roughest part of Boston ("if you were from where I was from, you'd be dead") but dresses quite elegantly.

2. She had 8 boys, all of whom she raised BY HERSELF, and yet somehow she finds the time to maintain this impeccable appearance.

3. Scout clearly loves and admires her to a point where it's one of the few things he'll drop his "tough guy" act for, and dialogue in the comics like "Ma's gonna kill me if she finds out" implies he also still fears her disapproval, despite being a fully autonomous adult.

4. Spy, despite what he likes to pretend, is clearly head-over-heels for her. He even had her likeness engraved on his fanciest gun! (Note the distinct hairband & hoop earrings) For a man who avoids attachment to the point where he never lets anyone see his face, that's an unusual degree of infatuation.

5. None of Scout's brothers left Boston while he was growing up, despite a few of them presumably being adults by then. Not only this, they were still all getting into fights together, implying they were both continuing to live with or near their mother and brothers, AND had reasons to brawl with others beyond just some adolescent street scuffle.

My Theory:

Scout's Ma is the matriarch of a Boston-based crime family.

It explains her elegant appearance, how she and Spy were able to meet, why their bond clearly goes beyond a one-off fling, why she was able to be in Scout's life so much despite the financial burdens of being a single mother of 8, and why all of said 8 were continuing to get into fights with other locals. They weren't just some street gang, they were enforcers. It also explains why/how Scout got into mercenary work, his many mafia-themed weapons, and why he continues to fear her ire even as an adult.

Plus, take a look at this unused angle of the last photo from Meet The Spy:

You'd THINK a single mother from the rough side of Boston wouldn't appear so in-her-element on a fancy date with The Spy, and yet her appearance and demeanour here just SCREAM "confident and in control."

Scout's Ma is Boston's Godmother, and I desperately wish to see someone draw her as such.

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

“I can tell TV from real life, Jeff. TV has structure, logic, rules, and likeable leading men. In real life, we have this. We have you” is still one of the most METAL fucking lines in the entire series like??? abed just gagged him like that??? in front of EVERYONE??? insane. I’m still not over it. goddamn

[haveihitanerve]

Screw Daddys Boy or Mommys Boy Damian Al Ghul Wayne is the biggest fucking siblings boy in the whole entire world. He wears all of his siblings hoodies no matter who it belongs to or how old or small or whether its been washed in weeks or not. He learns how to do gymnastics and dance so he can hang out with his two oldest siblings, he learns memes so he can text his sister, he absorbs books faster than anyone has ever seen just so he has an excuse to talk to his brother, he learned photography and did weird stunts and dangled off buildings to capture good pictures to have a hobby like his brother, he becomes the best detective he can be, searching for information, going through cold cases in order to be like his sister and hang out with her at her base. Damian Wayne is such a mesh of all of his siblings its actually concerning. Kids at school are jealous and think hes a stuck up snob and brainiac because he has so many hobbies and interests and is good at a lot of things when in reality its just what his siblings do and he wants to be like them and spend time with them so he learns too. Hes the one trusted with the aux cord on family road trips but nowhere else because his music taste is so out of whack and all over the place its insane. His style is both bright and obnoxious and muted and calm. He knows simultaneously how to dance like a ballerina and how to store heads without them going bad. Damian is the biggest siblings boy in the entire world and this is a hill i will die on.

[ideologyofone]

[j-femmescoli]

greatest bit he’s done yet

[sproutmoie]

I did this so long ago

[emtrobarasalaplatja2]

[rumeras]

Sylus is lounging on the couch in the living room when you come home, he’s swiping through the tablet in his hand. (business he says, but you see the screen and catch a glimpse of a book you’d mentioned liking a couple weeks before)

When you enter the room, he’s taking a sip from his whisky. Upon spotting you, he leans back on the couch, moving both his arms up. It was just enough space for you to snake in under them, wrap your arms around his waist and lay against his chest.

He drops his arms down, one still holding the tablet and now the either rubs circles into your skin through your shirt.

“How was work, sweetie?” His voice was rough, clearly the first time he’d spoken since he woke up.

And so you tell him. You babble on and on softly, listening to the sound of his heart through his chest. He hums every now and again, commenting quietly on a particular rough patch of your day you retell.

He’d put the tablet down some time ago, content to listen to you speak. You hadn’t noticed but he’d wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and the other hand had slipped under your shirt. His warm hands resting on the small of your back to keep you close.

After a long while of hearing you rant, you slow down, heaving a heavy sigh before placing your chin against the center of his chest. He can’t help the smile that graces his lips when you look up at him through those pretty eyelashes.

“All done?” He’d ask as he hooks a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering there for a moment.

“All done.” You nod cutely.

He leans down and captures your lips against his in a soft, tender kiss. When he pulls away you all but chase his warmth. He chuckles and taps your nose softly, before leaning up and pressing his lips to the crease of your eyebrows.

“No more frowning, you’ll start to look like Luke when he can’t beat Kieran in kitty cards.” He chides.

You snort before nodding and resting your head against his chest again, content to listen to his heartbeat for the rest of the evening.

[sofiaruelle]

Trying to escape bedrotting with some salad milk.

[theysangastheyslew]

Hurray for more pre-war shenanigans 🥳

Feels kinda anti-climatic now considering how long I wrestled with this one but oh well! Who has time to learn how animate things anyways? 😆 Now would this have worked better time-wise if LH were talking to Magath and Pieck? Yes, but it’s hard to pass up the opportunity to call Yelena a bitch :)

[hitwiththetmnt]

One of my moots! @bluesgras !!

Good luck in the au competition, the spitfire bros are cheering you on･:*+.

[gophergal]

there are many kinds of love

TFTober 3 - Relationships

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 131

Okay, so first of all Dan would like to say it’s not his fault. Ellie was the one to bring some unknown object into the speeder and Jazz was the one driving. Or had Sam been driving- didn’t matter! It wasn’t his fault, he wasn’t the one shooting at them, he wasn’t the one to break whatever, he was not the one to open a stupid portal, and so it wasn’t his fault! 

So why is he now like, five years old, and why is the speeder crashed in some sort of corn field. Why is everyone- except for Jazz whose now like six- also like three at most?! And- oh fuck the door just opened and… okay that’s a kid. Like, nine at most. 

A kid and an adult, who he hadn’t noticed at first so again, it’s not his fault if he hissed at them and tried to hide his not-siblings behind him. It’s also not fair they’re apparently stuck to ghost speak for who knows how long, but at least they can understand the people. 

“Martha, get some blankets, it’s happened again!”