#sorry mami

[umbreix]

[chipotlethief]

Rlly like this little gal

[hellspawnmotel]

madoka rewatch

[spacefae]

My muscle mommy is now Jade Cargill. Okay? Okay.

[mimikyuno]

love and hope and kindness being the running motifs in madoka magica and the forces that can single-handedly save and curse someone.

madoka’s love and kindness being what saves homura from her suicidal tendencies, but also what ultimately dooms madoka to die at the hands of the walpurgisnacht. homura’s love for madoka and undying hope to save her what curses her to repeat time and traumatise herself over and over again, while also increasing madoka’s karma and by default, cursing her too. madoka’s refusal for homura’s hope to be in vain being the driving force that grants hope to all, but also ends madoka’s existence. sayaka’s love for kyousuke and her altruistic, heroic ideals being what gives her confidence and hope at first, but when confronted with misogyny and unrequited love (even when you told yourself you would not expect him to love you back just because you sacrificed yourself for him) being what curses her. kyouko’s love for her family being the catalyst that leads it to break apart, because in all her childlike devotion to her parents, she couldn’t see her father for who he was. mami’s kindness forcing her to put up a brave face and resulting in her demise.

but it all does not end in despair! sayaka’s newfound love for kyouko being the reason kyouko is no longer lost and angry and alone. mami’s kindness finding a recipient in nagisa, to whom she can finally be a parental figure. in one universe nagisa was the one to end mami’s existence, but now they can both heal and not be alone anymore. madoka’s love for homura encompassing time and space and saving her, every time, over and over again. even when homura does not want it. even when she refuses her hand. madoka will always reach for her and find her and save her and show her kindness, even when homura thinks she does not deserves any, even when she’s willing to die in her own personal hell. homura’s love being yes, what commits the unforgivable sin and tears god apart, but also it is only through her “selfishness” and “terrible” act that the others get a shot at a normal childhood/adolescence. kyouko and sayaka can be together at last, mami and nagisa find each other, madoka can live with her family again.

this is what i hope will be explored in the next movie. this intrinsic relationship between hope and despair, love as a lifeline and a curse. kindness and selfishness coexisting and influencing each other. i hope the girls manage to finally tip the scale between hope and despair towards the light. i hope madoka’s love will keep on reaching homura even when she thinks she’s evil incarnate, a devil. even when she thinks her existence as antithetical to madoka’s true nature. even when she thinks herself beyond salvation. i hope they get a shot at happiness, together this time.

[tulchip]

Mami time /does a lil dance/

[cowcowwow]

My observations on Madoka Magica based purely off of what Strawber has been rebloggin. WHAT goes on in this show dhsvvn /lh /pos

[whimsicalcotton]

tfw u gotta rescue ur situationship's situationship from freezing to death. call that polycule bonding <3

[saaraofthesand]

Okay, the scene where Mami kills Kyouko is actually my single favorite scene in PMMM. I think about it all the time. I love it so much. Which sounds horrible, I know? But I think I love it because of its honest look at the characters in a desperate situation. And how in-character it is for all of them. It’s such a fantastic bit of storytelling from the writers.

Like Mami would absolutely be the first one of them to snap like that. She’s such an emotionally unstable character. Mami, more than any of them, wants to stop witches and save people because that’s how she makes peace with her lifestyle. So, learning that they’ll all turn into witches… of course she’s going to try and eliminate that possibility before it happens, even if it means killing her friends.

But even more so than Mami’s characterization in this scene, I love Madoka’s. I think it would be easy to assume that Homura would be the one to stop Mami, because Homura is seen as the colder character. So, I love that it’s Madoka. Madoka makes the quickest call she can in that moment to save Homura. Maybe they could’ve talked Mami down, and at that point, that would’ve been what Homura tried first. But Madoka couldn’t risk it and needed to react right away.

It shows us that in the main timeline, Homura is giving Madoka the time and space to make her decisions carefully/fully stop her because she knows that Madoka is impulsive when it come to her friends.

Basically it shows their characterization as this: Mami will always try and make the call that she believes will save the most people, Madoka will always try and make the call that saves her friends, and Homura will always try and make the call that saves Madoka. And that’s because for each of them, those are their salvations from the cruelty of being a magic girl.

[starveey]

smashing my two hyperfixations together like i were a child playing with barbie dolls

[visbacktattoos]

Right so i just died.

[itsrheasgirl]

I WANT TO LICK EVERY INCH OF HER BODY.

And that siren eyes lip lick she does.

MOMMY. SORRY. MOMMY. SORRY.

MAMI. NOT FUCKING SORRY AT ALL.

[shrimpalbuspotter]

Um this is so stupid but I wanted to write more on my cc darkworld au and somehow instead ended up writing a weirdly worded one-shot??? It's worded that way because it honestly wasn't meant to be a story I was just writing in my usual format but then I got carried away... its also very awkward because i was tired for most of it and idk how to write storys. So yeah. Here is Scorpius and Albus first official meeting and playdate.

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Scorpius never liked confrontation. Even in this timeline, where he is conniving and cruel, he avoided doing anything to make his peers angry with him. Now, with mudbloods and traitors, it was different. They didn't count, and he actually took some amount of joy in seeing them all squeamish and angry.

This, however, prompted him to shy away from making "friends". He had a few people he was close with, Polly Chapman and those idiots who follow her around come to mind, but most people just respected him. Admired him. And he was content with that arrangement, he didn't need friends, only followers loyal enough to do what he asks. Even the people he was close to, he would only call acquaintances.

But there was something different about that boy. The one with the bird mask who, although not even seeming to attend Hogwarts, he always sees walking down the hallway to Headmistress Umbridges office, his elegant feather coat dragging behind him. Scorpius didn't even know his name. Just this one thing;

He was worryingly close to The Augurey.

See, Scorpius had a beneficial companionship with his cousin. They looked dashing together, a perfect image of Voldemorts legacy, of what Death Eaters are supposed to be. Just their meer presence in a room together has people grovelling in submission and cowering away.

And ever since he was little, he remembered her having that boy with her. At first he didn't care about it too much, he didn't waste his time thinking about people's mudblood pets. But as time went on, and the boy grew alongside him, and his playdates with Delphi became purely professional, he couldn't help getting curious. He was the most well taken care of pet he'd ever seen, wearing the most beautiful garments and being extremely well kempt. Scorpius had no clue why Lord Voldemort would let Delphis obsession with that thing get so far she'd waste so many Galleons on it.

He had only ever questioned her on the matter of her pet once, and after her answer of "keeping your little head out of things that don't concern you", he backed off completely, left to just wonder.

On the occasion Scorpius did hear her call for the boy, she referred to him as "Munin", but Scorpius was sure that wasn't his true name, just an alias Delphi had given him. She did love nicknames, after all.

Back onto the matter at hand, Scorpius had reached a point where he simply had to atleast talk with the boy, and get more than just nods and shrugs as an answer. But how? Scorpius knew well enough than to not interrupt Delphis pet while he is on his dutys through Hogwarts, but that was the only time he would ever see him. Other than that he stayed up in the Dark Lords manor, or glued to Delphis side.

It seemed, however, his cousin had sent him a blessing. As one particularly hot day in the summer had him answering the door to the boy himself, unmasked and in dark blue and black garments, different than the ones he'd usually wear.

"Erm, hello." Munin had said, but Scorpius didn't respond. He actually spoke! By god, he was almost certain the boy was mute!

After a moment of Scorpius staring at him, mouth slightly open and feeling awkward in his pajama shorts and opened button up stripy green shirt, Munin spoke up again.

"Well then... I was sent here by Delphi- I mean The Augurey- I mean... Uhhr, yes. I was sent here. To come in, I think, and have a nip of tea?" The way he spoke was odd, switching between mumbled and normal, with that slight twinge of an accent he must've picked up from being around Bellatrix and all the other purebloods who pass through the Dark Lords manor.

Scorpius still didn't respond, trying to figure out just what was happening. The boy he hadn't been able to stop thinking about in months suddenly shows up at his door, unmasked (with a face Scorpius didn't expect. Very sallow, rather handsome, with murky green eyes and dark freckles that made him look youthful), and asking to pop in for a cup of tea!.

In his confusion, he hadn't even realised he stuttered out a quiet "Yes... ofcourse-", causing the boy to slide passed him and into Malfoy Manor. Scorpius quickly turns around to follow him as he makes his way to the sitting room, seeming to know exactly where to go despite not being in the Manor since he was 8. (Or well, from what Scorpius knows. There have been many meetings hosted there he was begrudgingly not welcomed to sit in on)

When they finally reach the room, the boy sits down on the chair to the far left, brushes back his hair, and begins twiddling his thumbs.

"Well then?" He broke the silence, finally breaking Scorpius out of his trance.

"Excuse me?" Scorpius replies, rather taken aback from his tone but being too confused to respond properly.

"Tea?"

Scorpius gasps quietly before nodding his head in haste, remembering his manners. "Right- right. Barmy!" Scorpius shouted, clapping his hands together and looking at the entrance of the room. Suddenly, an elf appeared infront of them, wobbling slightly as she holds a tray with cups, a teapot, and a plate of assorted biscuits that altogether make up most of her weight.

"Sorry, Master Scorpius, Barmy didn't hear you enter with guest. Barmy has now brought biscuits and tea, Master Scorpius." She spoke out, her two big ears being the only thing Munin is able to see of her from behind the tray, causing him to let out a short giggle in amusement.

Scorpius, who would've usually reprimanded the bloody elf, simply waved her off after she sits the tray on the table, pinching the bridge of his nose in silent stress. He then makes his way over to the chair on the opposite side of the boy, crossing his legs and reaching out to grab a cup.

Another awkward silence fills the air, the only thing audible being the sound of Munin blowing his tea.

"Well then," Scorpius finally speaks now that he has collected himself, "you said that Delphini sent you here? How come."

Albus didn't answer until after he took an obnoxiously loud gulp of tea, and scrawned down a biscuit alongside it. "I'm not very sure myself. Right now I'm going with the theory that she's throwing me a suprise party. Gives me something to look forward to."

Scorpius spits out some of his tea at that, snorting quietly. He doesn't even apologise for his rudeness, just grabs a napkin and begins dabbing his face and trousers. "i don't believe that's it, I'm afraid. Although the idea of my cousin blowing up rainbow balloons does make for a great image."

Munin smiles at that, and Scorpius is utterly fascinated. It's a purely true smile, no malice or snark in it. He hadn't seen a smile like that since his mother was alive. Not even his own father smiled at him like that, not anymore atleast.

"Yeah, yeah It does. Maybe she'd hire a clown for me, too. Do you think Polly Chapman would be up for the job?"

"You know Chapman?" Scorpius ponders exactly how the boy would, as he's sure she would've told him by now of their meeting. (He wasn't exactly quiet about his fascination with the boy, asking everyone if they knew anything about him.) And apparently he felt some amount of annoyance from her.

The boy shrugs, his smile now turning into the type Scorpius is used to, a matching glint of something in his eye. "Mm, so and so. I've had a few encounters with her and her posse. Not the brightest few."

Scorpius gives a slight nod at that before looking down at his cup, the silence from before slowly creeping back. Scorpius, in fear that if it goes quiet once more they won't be able to salvage this, just speaks the first question on his mind.

"What's your name?"

The boy finallys looks up at him, and Scorpius counts 4 moles scattered around his face, almost making a constellation amongst the lighter freckles.

After a moment of what seems to be hesitation, he responds, "Munin."

Not being the answer Scorpius was looking for, he pushes further. "Not that silly title- Your real name."

It seems the boy doesn't want to answer, going back to twiddling his thumbs and rubbing his hands together. Scorpius is honestly beginning to edge into annoyed, not understanding the reluctance to answer such an easy question.

"Ehrr, well, see... The Augurey doesn't like me using my name. She says it's- Disrespectful."

"A name? Disrespectful? I hardly believe that. Just tell me, it's not like Delphini is here to hear you. I certainly won't snitch."

The pair look at eachother deeply after that, Scorpius subtly raising a brow almost to tell thr boy "go on, then".

He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath in and out, leaning forward to put his cup down onto the table then nodding.

He sits uo straight and rubs his hands once more before putting them in his lap and speaking.

"It's Albus. Albus Severus."

[basiatlu]

I'm home for the holidays and let me tell you lil chickadees something: you can't be too old to awkwardly scramble to hide your spicy art from your conservative/religious folks. It doesn't magically stop happening!! Aaahhahahahahha

Oh you wanna see what I've been working on lately???? Ohhhhhh yeah yeah for sure

Um

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One second, grandma ♡

Yeah whatever is here in this "folder" no NO DONT SWIPE ANYWHERE ELSE. THERES NOTHING ELSE.

[m0shpitpup]

clarity

implied child abuse and brief mentions of rey hitting dom

rhea x dom

before dominik had found himself within the safe haven he’d come to know as his family, and as the judgment day, it was safe to say he’d been loyal. loyal to the ones who had hurt him the most, in the most humiliating of circumstances. loyal to the evil in the world, in hopes it would see his willingness to bend to its will. loyal to the very core of his broken, battered little heart and his aching ribs. he was loyal to the man who created him from his own blood, his own doing. loyal to the man who made him feel like he was the size of an ant, looking on at the rest of the world, hiding in its hill to avoid the scorching of the hot midday sun.

without fail, he’d be waiting outside rey’s bedroom door after every fight they’d have. no matter how badly his ribs ached and the air he sucked in wheezed painfully through his lungs, he’d trudge himself to rey’s door every time. after all, he’d never known any different. this was what it was supposed to feel like, wasn’t it? it was supposed to be something you had to work for. love didn’t come for free, he learned that early on in his life. he knew he had to make rey proud. had to swallow his own dignity just to make rey look better, let everyone know /he/ was the hero and dominik was the dumbass kid that needed his daddy to come save him once more.

was it even a fight if the other person only cowered into themselves and took it?

through every fist thrown in dom’s direction, he’d only wrap his arms around himself and watch. he’d watch rey repeat the same routine, never once questioning why all of it was directed toward him and him only. he’d never ask why, only apologize and promise to do better. he’d watch in both fear and anticipation of what rey would do, and what he wished he would do instead. oh, how tiring it was to wait for an ‘i love you’ to even be uttered in his direction. taking an endless beating both mentally and physically every other friday, reminding dominik he would /never live up to rey’s legacy/.

so, it was safe to say dom had been loyal up until rey no longer wanted him around. whether the man would admit it or not, dom could see the way rey looked at him. he could see the true malice of rey’s intentions only when another person had told him how abnormal it was for a father to treat their son in such a way. even then, the stinging truth of the matter didn’t come to him as quickly as he’d like to admit. it came to him in a locker room after a particularly tough match, devilish eyes and gelled black hair that was slowly disheveling through sweat and what dominik had determined was dirt from hitting the floor.

it came to him with an aggressive hand grabbing the nape of his neck, thick australian accent somehow perfectly dancing the line of booming and whispering soothingly. realization came to him when the tank of a woman known as rhea ripley simply wiped his face with a kleenex she’d had inside her purse. no insults, no words along the lines of “boys don’t cry”, and no mention of being rey mysterio’s son.

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“you’re just a boy, you’re no man,” rhea whispers one night six months down the road as she cards sharp nails through dominik’s hair. “to no fault of your own, of course. rey wouldn’t let you be a man, but mami’s here to fix that, isn’t she?” she hums, her hold on the boy tightening instinctively when she feels him murmur something in agreement.

“mhm, yeah, mami’s gonna help..” he mumbles, his face pressing into her chest as she continues to pet him. though he was barely awake, barely coherent, he knew his mami would never steer him wrong in this cruel shit hole he’d come to recognize as planet earth.

in the entire six months dominik had known rhea, she’d never once steered him into the wrong direction. never broken him down into her hands like rey so often did. she only built him up, only licked his wounds and praised him for how hard he’d tried. so, who was he to question her? why would he question the woman who brought him safety and peace in the middle of the night when his entire world crashed down.

so, he had no reason to question the domineering woman who had completely destroyed every bad memory he’d ever had and replaced it with a warm, fresh, still burning one.

despite his fading awareness in favor of just sleeping it off, he perked his head up from the warm confines of rhea’s tattooed chest. big, doe eyes and thick lashes blinking up at her in adoration. he’d tried to just ignore it for as long as he could. he knew disturbing his family at night wouldn’t be the best move, as he’d learned the hard way with rey.

rhea knowingly sighed, dom’s bothersome thought metaphorically creating a giant storm cloud above his tired little head. “i can practically hear your thought process, babe.” she chuckles quietly, fingers scratching under his chin in that sickeningly sweet way she done so often at night in bed and in front of thousands within the arenas they often performed in.

“oh- uh- mami, can we turn the tv on? i don’t really like the dark anymore. bad things happen in the dark, ‘n i think they’ll go away if i can see you better..” he murmurs quietly, fingers twisting and tugging at themselves nervously as he ducks his head and awaits his answer of rejection.

rhea has to bite back a smile at his nervousness, finding amusement in her sweet boy in the calm of the upcoming storm. though she knows this question stems so much deeper than just a silly fear of the dark. dominik had told her many sleepless nights ago what happened in the dark at home, and she’d be lying if she said she could ever forget the way it stung deep down into her soul when he’d first spilled out into tears over a particularly dark and cloudy night.

“baby, we can watch whatever you want. we don’t even have to go to bed yet if you’re feeling up for some tv tonight.” she nudges his side, prodding and tickling at chubby hips until he can’t help but giggle into her shoulder.

‘mission accomplished’ she thinks, relishing in his soft and sweet giggle as she pulls him impossibly closer until he’s all but completely on top of her in a koala-on-a-tree-like fashion. used to this position, she skillfully turns the television on.

“what are we feeling tonight, sweet boy?” she hums, chuckling as dom only hums into her neck in response. she couldn’t deny how much she loved the moments where he relied on her for his everyday, mundane decisions. it was a feeling of trust shared between the pair that neither had never experienced before and will never experience again.

after what felt like an hour of scrolling (it was only five minutes, but dominik was still learning to be patient), he peered up at rhea through the fluffy fringe sweeping across his forehead with insightful eyes.

“can we watch south park?” he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips parted beautifully and eyes big and wet as ever. as if rhea would deny him anyway.

“you could’ve just said that,” she giggles, shaking her head in fondness as her mouth purses into a smile wider than she could’ve fathomed just a few months ago. she stops to take his expression in though, holding back what could be deemed as ‘cuteness aggression’ as she studies his face. “while i can’t deny how utterly fucking adorable that face is, you know damn well i ain’t ever gonna tell you no.”

“even if i want the world?”

“then we’ll steal the world together. even the moon, if you want.”

and that’s exactly what she had planned to do. steal the world for dominik, rearrange the stars in a pattern he specifically created just for her to make.

[koka-mi]

hii koka how have you been doing recently?^__^

as always feel free to go on a rant / yap session :ppp

AAAAA HI RAVEN HI RAVEN YAAYAYAY!!!!!!! :DDDDD

I'VE BEEN DOING PRETTY ALRIGHT!!!! >:D I've already mentioned this before BUUUT yesterday my grandma came over to do my hair after who knows how long..I think the last time she did it was when I was 12?? so it's been four years :'D and she was a little sloppy in the beginning bcz it's been so long but she got the hang of it pretty fast!

AND IT TOOK SIX. HOURS. tbh that's not that bad--if I actually went to the salon it would've taken longer :p bcz they have multiple ppl to work on ykyk but that's okay. My mom and grandma were talkin a lot about some random stuff while doing my hair like how much my grandma hates her coworker and yadyadyaydaysh and they fought abt a few stuff but got over it super fast--their relationship is just super rocky so a lot of convos they get mad at each other for something xD but it's okay 'cause I was minding my own business playing on my vita and reading tbhk >:D AND I HAD HALF A CARTON OF ICE CREAM!! IT WAS SO GOOD ABSHFBDSAHBF I WANT SOME NOW but I haven't had breakfast yet SO I GOTTA EAT THAT FIRST xD

so now my hair is thisssss black and red mixture?? It looks better than it sounds I promise BAHSBDHSAB the red isn't like neon or anything so it's fine ! It's more of a burgundy to be honest--which looks pretty good with the black! My mom picked it out bcz she wanted me to match her :3 her hair is a similar color :D only thing is I hateeeee having my hair down so that sucked to deal with while it was getting done :'D I just don't like longer hair tbh it gets in the way when I'm trying to do like.anything. and I don't like how it feels when it goes down my back--so I usually have it in either plaits or a ponytail. SPEAKING OF PLAITS I AM NO LONGER ROCKING THE MOEMURA LOOK :[[ I MEAN..I'M SURE I COULD STILL HAVE MY HAIR IN TWO BRAIDS BUT IT WOULDN'T BE THE SAME WITH THE RED THERE :'D AND WITH THE WAY MY HAIR IS NOW IT'D BE HARDER TO PUT IT IN TWO BRAIDS CAUSE THERE'S JUST.SO MUCH OF IT BASHDBJ I still have the red glasses though so my moemura swag is still prominent!! >:D

OOH YES AND ON MY VITA One of the games I was playing was the battle pentagraam and there were a few kyosaya moments I noticed in some stories that were suuper cute <3 !! I wish I took some screenshots!! (I think I took like.one xD I SHOULD'VE TAKEN MOREUGHHGUHGU. maybe I can still show later when I transfer them from my vita to my laptop!! :3). I also played some project diva, im@s and neptunia! :D

and now I'm watching some pmmm amvs and mmvs!! I just love watching the way people connect certain scenes or panels to song lyrics! or sometimes it's not even to the lyrics, it's just to the general feel of the song. it's so creative!

HEHE ALSO THE KYOKO PICTURES MADE ME LAUGH BAHSBDHFBHASBFAS TYTY FOR THEM xD I LOVE HERRRRR RAAAGGHH

YAYAYAYA TY FOR ASKING RAVEN!! <3 AS ALWAYS FEEL FREE TO REBLOG/REPLY WITH HOW YOU'RE DOING OR FEELING!!