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@marvmacdonald
Stop wishing you had thicker skin just so you could take more hits.
m.v., Thereâs a reason we have bruises. (via padshiy)
@traitcrisms asked me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song ( me & mr jones - amy winehouse ) as a starter ( meme. accepting. )
âWhat kind of FUCKERY are we?,â she exclaims, hands thrown in the air in desperation before laughter bubbles past her lips, loudly and freely. Itâs not that funny, really, but Mary is serious all too often, and would rather laugh at her situation than cry at it. âJesus, Peter. Sorry for laughing. Itâs not --- I guess it kind of is.â She buries her head in her hands, shaking it slightly, still. Part of her wants to burst out in tears, right there, or kick something hard, but she sticks with laughter. ( Itâs desperate, though, as if sheâs asking it to heal all the broken spots in her body. ) âI mean, bloody look at us --- at all of us, really. Canât believe that the world fucked us like this.â Denying reality has never been something Mary has been good at, but to accept the whole truth of the situation is hard nonetheless. ( Especially when itâs so fucking dreary. ) âItâs complete madness, all of this. Ridiculous.â
mary + social media 1/?
@hvldingsâ asked me to use a line from my favorite TV show ( the office ) as a starter. Â (Â meme. accepting. ) Â
âDo you want me to beat him up for you?,â Mary asked, raising her eyebrows as she brought her coffeecup to her lips. âIâll do it. Iâll even pay you, if youâll let me --- what an arse.â That plenty of their male colleagues were able to be right dickheads was no surprise to Mary, but that didnât mean it wasnât endlessly frustrating. âIâd love to ... just ... have a go at his nose. After my coffee, of course, but still. Fighting with fists is just more satisfactory than dueling.â She was grinning, then --- she wasnât serious, of course ( not entirely, at least --- she wouldnât mind a reason to introduce someone to her right hook at that moment, but that was unrelated to all this ). âIâd love to knock a Death Eaterâs mask off their face just with my bare fist, one day.â
@alixcs asked me to use a line from my favorite TV show ( the office ) as a starter. ( meme. accepting. ) Â
âI donât back down,â said Mary. A statement that was true enough, as she had proven over the past years --- Mary MacDonald fell down plenty, but she always got back up. ( Maybe one day, she no longer would --- but not if she had a bloody say in it. ) âIâll be fine, Alice. Itâs just a tough week, but itâs just another week, you know? Itâll end. The next one will come.â She sipped at her tea, looked at the old newspaper that lay between them on the kitchen table for a second before folding it up tighter so she could see less. A sigh spilled past her lips as her head went over the past few days --- and then it reflected the past few weeks, months, years. Mary felt a fatigue in her bones that made her want to close her eyes and forget about the world for a second. ( She wouldnât, though --- Mary had never been able to ignore the things in front of her, no matter how badly she wanted to. ) âAt least tea still exists, right?âÂ
It had been a long day --- SCRATCH THAT, it had been a long bloody year. Time seemed to pass by so much slower, despite the fact that so much was happening, and Mary didnât get it. Confusion was not a new emotion to her, though --- but it was overwhelming that day. Death Eaters dying was usually good news, but this time when sheâd heard the news ( when she had seen the body ), her mind had reacted differently. She hadnât known Regulus Black well, but she had known him. She had hit bludgers in his direction. Sheâd seen him during dinners and breakfast and in the hallways. And --- fuck, Mary knew that someone having been at Hogwarts didnât make them bad or good, but still --- he was younger than she was. ( And he was Siriusâ brother, and that made things even stranger. )
There was no use in trying to understand how she felt. Feelings never worked well at work, after all ( or in general, during a war ), and so, in stead, Mary had taken to the Leaky Cauldron after work. Not to get smashed. Just to get a beer. Talk to a stranger or acquaintance or friend. Sneak outside for a cigarette and return for another beer and then --- damn it --- her elbow clashed against her bottle and it fell. Glass broke, the content of her beer bottle spilled over her feet and Mary cursed loudly, âFucking hell.â She kicked the glass, wanted to stomp on it, but grabbed her wand in stead to clean up the mess. A beat. A deep breath. A dry chuckle -- âWHY are these bottles not charmed to be unbreakable? Would be grand for business, and make my life a whole lot bloody easier.â
@warharbinger asked me to use a line from the last movie I watched ( roma ) as a starter ( meme. accepting. )
âWe are alone,â said Mary, her words not louder than a huff of air. Her eyes trailed over her hands for a moment before looking up at Remus. âNo matter what they tell you.â There was something uncoiling in her chest, a feeling of dread and sadness and bitterness. They were always there, of course, those feelings --- but as she spoke, it seemed as if they were being rudely woken up, shaken and trashed around. She took another hit from the spliff, passing it back to Remus. âWhen it comes down to it, youâre always bleeding alone. Donât even know if thatâs a bad thing.â
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pick your battles. pick⊠pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. thatâs too manyÂ
âshe's fucking impetuous and daring, a little too bold and way too fucking fearless.â
MARY MACDONALD is 21 years old and works as an JUNIOR AUROR and is loyal to THE OOTP they were an GRYFFINDOR and are a MUGGLEBORN. SHE look like CHRISTIAN SERRATOS.Â
CHARACTER PARALLELS: jessica jones ( jessica jones ), leia organa ( star wars ), arya stark ( asoiaf ), johanna mason ( the hunger games ), nancy wheeler ( stranger things ), rosa diaz ( b99 ), ellie ( the last of us ), raven reyes ( the 100 ), kat edison ( the bold type ), nina zenik ( six of crows ) AESTHETIC:Â red lipstick stains on drained cups of tea, leather jackets, cigarette bums crushed under doc martens, sitting down in the shower and letting time pass by, always wearing your gold cross necklace, messy ponytails, beer burps, laughter thatâs filled with desperation, jean dungarees, screaming in your pillow, mud stained clothes, denim on denim on denim. LINKS: stats. pinboard. character tag. playlist.
help me remember: not everything in life is a battle. i donât need to carry a knife everywhere i go. help me learn: how to shed my armor without shedding tears. how to open up my arms without raising my fists. help me understand: i can be vulnerable, and still be strong. i can be made of steel, and still be soft. help me realize: if life is a battle, i donât have to fight it alone.
even in war, i am not without allies | m.a.w (via dvoyd)