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i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted. i was the sun, not light from some dead star.

[mementomorri]

Jay. 25+. Just a They/Them looking for Mayhem.

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[freshmoviequotes]

Black Bear (2020)

[mementomorri]

@monalisaclub-archive-blog @monalisa-club @ferociousrex @furandlatin @perversiions and especially @accursedmaneater◞

I MISS YOU!!!!

[mementomorri]

I think morrigan is the peak partner for a Monster RomanceTM because not only is she very capable of loving the monster ( any monster ) she is also the monster herself..

[freshmoviequotes]

Frankenstein (2025)

[wibblyrlin]

FLORENCE + THE MACHINE Sympathy Magic (2025)

[defensemanryder]

"Tell her I said hi too," it was hard to wipe the smile off his face, touched to know Lili hadn't forgotten about him, he had given her as much advice as he could, his own memories sneaking back to the good times for him too, it was certainly a core memory, and if he had chosen a different path at that fork in his life, perhaps he'd be at NASA welcoming her and the other kids for their space camp instead. "As someone who's been in that same space camp decades ago, oh yeah, she'll definitely attempt it," Ash laughed, "probably won't get very far though." They're always prepared for that, even when Ashton himself attempted to.

Ash rested his elbows on the table and chin on interlocked hands, blues sparkling with excitement for the girl, "yeah? I'm sure she's gonna have a blast, I remember they gave us freeze dried ice cream to eat on that tour." He hadn't told Lili too much about it all, letting her experience all the surprises herself, plus they've probably changed so much since he was last there, even if he's working the hockey stick more than he had time to stargaze now, Ash still kept up with his side hobby all these years, still nerding out to Morri over every single news that pops up. Astrophysics had certainly jumped leaps and bounds it's incredible to witness, even from the sidelines.

He knew Morri well enough that the non-answer was an answer in itself to her wellbeing, he left it at that, he never probed until she wanted to talk about it. They spoke in silence much easier than in words, knowing for a fact that the secret will be kept from Ruth, even if she'll find out later, at least it'll be long after it's healed nicely. He had more important worries regarding Ruth on his mind than a small little cut.

At least he let Morri help him put his equipment aside, packed away at their booth so that they could sit properly with plenty of space, but he paused when he hears Morri bring it up again. It wasn't the first time, vivid dreams often visit Morri in her slumber, and she always paints them in such lively colors it's crazy to imagine sometimes. As if she had a window in the alternate parallel universes that ran side by side with their own. Ashton softened his gaze and tone, even know exactly which one she was talking about this time. "Anything different this round? I'd like to think you might just stumble into the world-wide solution for the apocalypse one day," Ash asked gently, trying to find something more uplifting than what she had to probably witness all over again. He wished he could share the burden of it all too, but all he could do was be here for her. "..you wanna talk about it?"

[mementomorri]

his words brought a sincere smile to her lips, if only for a few moments. she'd always enjoyed hearing stories of his younger, slightly awkward, self. if they'd met when they were younger morrigan knew she'd love him then just as much as she does now. "i don't think there's any form of ice cream that doesn't blow a eight year old's mind." she joked back. but her daughter's sweet tooth was hardly on the list of things morrigan had to worry about in her life. "i still can't believe she choose this over horse camp but i think that's just a reminder she's more brainy than me." and morri was proud that her kid was so interested in the world. her goal as a mother had always been to give her a better life than morrigan had growing up.

as she ties the netted bag shut and sits it back down morri leans against the rink's wall. "no..." she considers her words, trying and failing to sound like she knows what she's saying. "but yes." the dream had been the same. they had had fallen from a great height together, ashton left gripping empty air in the spot morri had previously been holding lili in her arms. she shakes away unease at the thought. back to her point. "it felt different." morri's painted nails tap against the wall. she had felt different. "i was scared and sad but not as strongly as before. i.. accepted it. i was okay with it." she looks at him with uncertainty hoping that he understands ( or at least believes ) her because these dreams are not something she shares with many others. ruth knew about the dreams but morrigan had never discussed any details like this with her.

she looked up at him with an embarrassed smile, certain that she was not explaining it well. she tries again, with a more positive note. "it's okay if some stories have bad endings." because there would be others with good ones. beautiful ones.

the revelation had been helpful to morri not just with this dream but with all of them. it brought her a little bit of peace to think of things this way.

she pushes a smile back to her face. "that's what we do, right? focus on the positive?" and all in all her life was pretty good. she could've done a lot worse. "and my positive is that today i am getting that delicious juicy cherry." her comments were a queue for them to get their move on and leave the stadium. it was late and they both deserved a chance to decompress before hitting the hay and starting all over again in the morning.

[mementomorri]

barking like a dog at my old mutuals as i clean up my blog.

[mementomorri]

cont. ash & morri hockey! meme @defensemanryder

"semantics!" morrigan chastised in a whisper. he'd never be able to justify an injury to her. it was her nature to mother hen the people in her life. the reminder that ashton's practice today would've been the one liliana daughter attended if she'd been on the trip to minnesota with them caused morrigan to smile, "she says hi from camp, by the way." lili offered the same greeting for morri to pass to uncle ash every night they called. "i'm starting to worry she's going to sneak into a rocket and i'll never get her back." space camp had definitely been the way to go this year.

morri nodded to both of his questions but only replied to one of them. "she said they were waking up early tomorrow to do their tour of nasa." she didn't need to tell him how she was doing. they would both know if she was bad--it wasn't something she hid very well. it'd been over a year since she'd faced anything she couldn't handle. that was mostly thanks to the friendships that had grown stronger as of late.

it only took a flash of his soft blues to give into the plea, deciding that if it was that serious to ashton she could agree with keeping this from ruth.

she starts moving. putting away the equipment from ashton's practice. it's mostly extra pads and pucks. a few sticks for when his kids inevitably forgot their own. "i had the dream again." morrigan tries to sound unbothered. she doesn't succeed.

she always dreamed. some were good and some were bad and every so often some were downright haunting. the dream about ashton trying and failing to keep morrigan and lili alive during a zombie apocalypse was the latter. most of her dreams felt real and this one had been no exception.

[feixiu]

dreams on sale, today only

[mementomorri]

💋

 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse.

give him a hand to hold.

there will be days when he needs one but won’t ask. there will be days when he does--and he needs it all the more. 

he’s stubborn and selfless to a fault. you won’t win any arguments with him, which just means you should go around him and do it anyway. 

there’s so much kindness and light inside of him but never take it for-grated. it does not always come easy. 

[luthienne]

…she continued to dream, the dream having been transformed not into lived experience but into memory, which is only another kind of dreaming.

Angela Carter, Saints and Strangers; “The Fall River Axe Murders” (via luthienne)

[mementomorri]

magnus.

“Oh, well aren’t you just a regular detective. What could possibly lead you to believe that a man drinking alone at a bar on a weekend could just be lonely? Thats fine detective work, ma’am.” Magnus smirked. She seemed all too serious about an old man at a bar. There was something odd about the way she talked. He couldn’t put his finger on it though. “Morrigan. Thats an interesting name. Don’t oft hear it.” His eyes narrowed towards her. “Did your parents own this place or one like it or something?” He tapped the bar and met eyes with the bartender, his hand waving towards her. “If you’re determined to be my chaperone for the evening, at least have a drink and get less weird. Or more weird. I don’t care really.” 

“my mother was an interesting woman.” she replied lightly, in explanation, finding that the more magnus spoke the less threatening he actually seemed. some of the tension she’d been holding onto since sitting down with him dropped away, easing herself off the edge she’d been on. she was paranoid these days--though no one could blame her with her past. “no, my parents were dirt poor.” the idea that they could ever afford something like this was almost laughable; benecio crane had worked three jobs to provide for his four daughters and it still never seemed to be enough. morrigan downed the rest of her beer. “it was my husband who liked clubs.” erik liked the smoke, the booze, the women. the actual music came last on the last. "i think the last time we went was when we shared a table at copacabana wit lucille ball and desi arnaz.” which would’ve been sometime back in 1992, making her age at well over the 25 she appeared to be. 

[mementomorri]

ash.

“It’s never just nonsense,” Ash knew that so much more goes through her head yet somehow no matter how hard he tries to understand, it felt like there’s just a part where he never could. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try. “I don’t see why not,” Ashton hummed, looking up to the New York sky, clearer than usual, perhaps more secluded away from the city lights, “the stars have a way of always behind constant amongst the chaos.” They’re ever moving, ever growing, yet to the insignificant human, they never change, the constellations never shift. He only looked down when he felt his tie being tugged on, resisting the urge to flinch away knowing that it was Morri. And there it was again, she always knew, somewhere behind his eyelids and hanging down his shoulders were heavy weights of pressure. He dropped his head and shut those blues, letting out a soft sigh with the act breaking for just a second before lifting back up with a small smile, “I know.. But I’m fine, I promise.” I have to be. “I’m okay, and you’re doing okay too, right?”

“you’ll have to remind me of the constellations sometime,” she used it as an excuse to ensure he’d come around more. “the only one i can ever remember how to find is scorpuis.” and that was just because it was the constellation associated with their shared birth month. morrigan was both relieved and disheartened to watch ashton lower his guard, a wordless admittance of the weight on his shoulders. she fought the urge to frown and instead gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “well since you’re going to be in new york for a while i hope to see you around more often. it’s not as big of a city as everyone thinks--we’ll probably be bumping shoulders on the street a lot.” just like they had tonight. “and we can keep each other updated on how ‘fine’ we’re doing.”she added in way of answer to his last question, her tone making it clear that she didn’t quite buy into his words of assurance. 

[mementomorri]

nikolai.

Nikolai found himself just watching her face, trying to pick up on where her thoughts were going. “You can see what?” He asked softly, still wondering: where was she in her mind? Lost, or found? At least she didn’t ask him for more of the story; what he remembered was mostly happy, mostly busy, but all coloured over by a veil of sadness. Every memory really did fall at the feet of the last. He couldn’t help laughing at the suddenness of the question, cutting into his melancholy. “No, there aren’t any castles here. A bit of a missed opportunity, if you ask me.” There was something that always caught him off-guard about America: it was so new, lacking the familiar heritage that made Romania so – complete. No folk tales, barely more than 200 years of history, no castles or ancient ruins to wander. Which didn’t mean they weren’t there, just erased. “But honestly, there wasn’t much business in Romania anymore. I needed a change.” Needed to get out, away from the world of his childhood, crumbling around him. Away from himself, to a place where people didn’t know his scars. “I miss home, though. Especially the sky – where we lived, there wasn’t another house for a few miles, and the stars were the brightest I’ve ever seen them.” Looking up now, all Nikolai could see was the faint, orange glow of streetlights, reflected in the sky. “What about you? You don’t sound like you’re from here.”

though romania was as foreign and strange to her as any world from a children’s story, the picture that nikolai painted seemed quite nice--perhaps she’d go there someday. morrigan had been to many places and had many more to go, though only one would ever truly feel like home to her. “i don’t know if i’m really from anywhere. i was born in rhode island but i haven’t thought of it as a home in a very long time.” morrigan brightened at the mention of stars, seemingly glowing at the chance to speak on a topic she enjoyed. “my home is in norway, a cozy cottage under the stars with a perfect view of the northern lights.” she could picture that quite clearly, the memory of herself and those closest to her living without fear, without worry. “when you’re close enough, it’s like you can feel the stars radiating down on you.” it wasn’t warmth exactly. energy, maybe. whatever it was those lights filled her with a fervor for life, some strange feral desire to keep going; she’s only felt it once more--the night she got brave enough to leave her husband. she grew quite again, chasing thoughts around her mind like little white rabbits. she was gone again, for a moment. a single tear sliding down her cheek as she blinked back into reality. there was terror in her gaze when she looked at nikolai again. it took effort to keep herself steady, bracing for something--yelling, a fist? when it didn’t come she managed to left out a shaky breath of relief. “...lost myself again.” she whispered, a embarrassed apology. “i think--i think i need to go now.” 

[kuutamosonaatti]

Viy ( Вий, 1967) | dir. Konstantin Ershov, Georgiy Kropachyov

[mementomorri]

tomas.

“No problem, it’s never one,” it was the easiest thing to do, to waltz next door and knock on her door or leave a plate in her shop. And it was enough to see the bright smile on her face from just the simplest of pastries. He returned the squeeze to hold her hand, leaning forward to give her three light pecks on her cheeks, the chaste greetings of the Dutch. “No- it- it’s fine. We’re handling it pretty okay back in there,” he had to laugh at the sight of his tiny neighbour trying to puff up and be mean but he greatly appreciated the gesture, “I know who to call next time, but no major complaints so far tonight at least.” That was all they were mentally preparing for, they weren’t sure if they could handle being blindsided by the nasty comments again. “Really? Even here in New York?” He tried to look across what would’ve once been a vast sky without the skyscrapers. “Rotterdam had such a nice place to stargaze too..”

it was good to hear that tomas’ night had been a successful one--though troubling, too, in a way. this city had sharks; but worse, it had people who fed others to them. tonight was not the night for such thoughts, however. “well, if you still have the time for business with a humble occult shop owner, i’ve been meaning to place another order on cat treats.” maybe it was silly to waste tomas’ talents on her four-legged friends, but morrigan delighted in the idea of giving them a taste of something fancy. she quirked her head to the side slightly at his comment, thinking it over. new york? it didn’t sound right. but tomas was here and she didn’t want to look foolish. morrigan settled on a small ‘mhm’ in reply, unsure how convincing it was.  after a few moments she added, “nothing compares to watching the northern lights though, the way the colors just.. wash over you.” it was hard to adequately describe the memory. maybe that was because she’d never actually seen them yet.