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I don't think you understand how much I love this scene

and of course we have little Caroline with teeny tiny little stretches

#the other bennet sister #mary bennet #caroline bingley #the quality is so bad #and i'm not sorry #poor mary #dealing with these men

Reign 2013-17

Adelaide Kane as Mary Stuart

♤February 8th 1587♤

"I put my trust in You, my Lord..."

Stack wanting Annie so bad that he starts fucking Mary (who has had a lifelong crush on him) just to avoid going completely insane when Annie and Smoke get together.

#poor mary #stack would never try to steal smoke’s lady and he knows that annie is too ‘good’ for him #but he waaaannnnntttts her

So today I was thinking about Billy's parents and I always read in fanfictions that they died from a plane crash. So I decided to look it up and...

HIS PARENTS WERE MURDERED BY THEIR ASSISTANT AND HE BECAME THE MORTAL AVATAR FOR BLACK ADAM!!!! HE ALSO KIDNAPPED MARY, WHAT DID HE DO TO HER ALL THAT TIME??? WHY AM I JUST FINDING OUT ABOUT THIS???

I read some fanfictions with Black Adam who murdered their parents but the majority are in a plane crash so I thought it was just a way of adding angst! And I never heard anything about Mary being kidnapped, especially by Black Adam! I can't believe I called myself a Captain Marvel fan ( ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) I'm a fake!!!

#billy batson #shazam #dc comcis #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #I'm a fake fan :'(#i'm distraught #poor Mary #crying screaming throwing up #please ignore any spelling or grammar mistakes #mary batson #Mary Marvel #black adam

Mary had a little lamb

Mary sprints, breath ragged from her desperate escape. She darts around a corner, staying out of the camera’s view. Moments earlier, she’d tricked a toy into giving her the keys, slipping out of containment and now fleeing the lair. Pressed to the wall, she listens—Yarnaby’s growl reverberates down the hallway, searching for her.

Mary struggles to calm her breathing, scanning for anything to divert the toy’s attention. She spots a pipe, grabs it, and quickly peeks out. When she sees the coast is clear, she hurls the pipe across the corridor. The clanging draws the toy away, and Mary bolts from her hiding spot.

As she runs, Mary scans frantically for an exit—aching to feel the wind in her hair, the sun on her skin, and to see her sister Nancy again.

But of course. He always knows. He knows everything about her. He knows her routine. And now, he knows she’s trying to escape. The speaker's sound starts to crackle until Mary's ears pick up his voice.

“Mary had a little lamb.” His voice sang through the speakers, echoing the halls as Mary frowned deeply, listening to the lullaby while sliding and running from the nightmare critters who spotted her. “Little lamb, little lamb,” He sang in a mocking tone, like an adult singing to a brainless child.

“Mary had a little lamb, its fleece was white as snow.”

Mary barely dodges another attack from the nightmare critters, feeling their claws rip her white coat.

“And everywhere that Mary went.”

Mary veers left, only to find a dead end. The nightmare creature closes in as she sprints, pushing herself to the limit.

“Mary went”

Second dead end.

“Mary went”

She sighs in frustration—a third dead end. Turning frantically from room to room, she searches for any escape, doing her best to block out Harley’s mocking song.

She knew he knew that song. She had sung that exact song to the toys and the orphans. Not knowing Harley was stalking her was her weakness. Everything about her.

“And everywhere that Mary went, the little lamb was sure to go.”

Nancy, somewhere else, runs down the hallways, searching for Mary as she could’ve sworn she heard her older sister's voice. “Mary!” she shouts, her voice echoing in the hallway, her hands clenched in desperation and frustration. Mary had warned Nancy. To never come here if something happened to her.

But as always. She ignored that warning.

“It followed her to school one day.” The sounds of metallic footsteps can be heard from where Mary is running. ” School one day, school one day. It followed her to school one day, which was against the rule.” Harley's voice echoes as Mary senses something behind the same path she was going, quickly speeding up her run.

She didn’t wish to stay in this place. She should’ve stayed away from this place. But she didn’t.

She wanted to help the orphans. She wanted to find them homes. She never wanted this.

She did everything she could to free those kids- but somehow she couldn’t without putting her own sisters at risk: Jenny and Nancy.

Tears well in her eyes. She blames herself for Jenny, for Nancy—for everything. She should have known Harley would be involved with the prototype.

She failed. She failed as a sister. As a daughter. As a psychologist. As a mother.

“It made the children laugh and play, laugh and play, laugh and play.” The metallic footsteps are nearby now, their robotic movements audible as they reach for Mary.

“It made the children laugh and play to see the lamb at school.”

Mary's eyes flash with memories of the orphans she cared for. Nancy's friends. She ran and ran.

But she knew he would catch her. One way or another.

“And so the teacher sent it out.”

Mary swiftly dodges the first body of Harley's hands that were ordered to grab her. She swiftly backs away, running to the other corner.

“sent it out.”

Mary ducks just in time as a second Harley nearly grabs her hair. She keeps running, staying as low and fast as possible to avoid the robot.

“Send it out. And so the teacher sent it out, but still it lingered near.” A metal hand snatches Mary from behind as she screams, yanking her coat off as she stumbles forward, not caring about the coat. Her eyes scan around for more Harleys, failing to see a Harley hiding in the shadows.

“It stood and waited round about, round about, round about. It stood and waited round about, till Mary did appear.”

Mary screams as she is snatched up by Harley, who hid in the shadows, waiting to capture her when she stepped into the trap. Mary moves around, struggling to set herself free. “LET ME GO!’ she screams, her screaming echoing.

The metal hand slams down on Mary, silencing her, as her eyes reflect another Harley approaching, metal hands gripping a syringe, its red robot eyes glowing in the dark. Mary shakes her head, fear and rage in her eyes.

“Why does the lamb love Mary so, Mary so, Mary so? Why does the lamb love Mary so?” the little children cry

The syringe is plunged into her neck with swiftness as she can feel the effects starting to take action, her eyes begin to be drowsy, and she feels her body starting to give up.

She weakly lifts her hand.

To do something.

To fight back.

But as always, she can’t fight back against some machine.

She couldn’t win this battle against him.

Her body goes limp in the robot’s arms, sleep overtaking her.

“That’s a good girl. Bring her back to her cell. Make sure it’s locked for good. She still has some use for me,” he orders as they return to the lair.

Nancy, I’m sorry. I wasn’t strong enough to fight back. If you hear me, please leave. Don’t let him get you, too—you weren’t supposed to end up like them.

Like a toy.

#poppy playtime #fanfic #harley sawyer #oc #oc x canon #poppy playtime fanfic #Harley singing #Poor mary