#maria rambles

[rocketrrush]

honk mimimimimi

[boleynecklace]

never gonna stop thinking about how tom hardy was in marie antoinette AND played robert dudley within the same year during his Iconic™️ myspace era

[marimayscarlett]

Newest revelation to me: You don't pick your old man of choice. He chooses you and you then have to deal with it. Like a stray cat in the street you can't seem to shake off, no matter how fast you walk

[greyhavensking]

getting into the grimmichi fandom was one of the greatest decisions I’ve ever made

[commonmexicanname]

Watched Book of Mormon last night, and while I'm not a fan of musicals, this one has a special place in my heart.

I went with some theater fan friends and they were genuinely surprised at how much I danced along in my chair and mouthed the lyrics.

"Wow! Book of Mormon is like the only musical you genuinely like! And now you've been obsessed with Good Omens? It's almost like you have religious trauma or something!"

:D

:|

:O!

*resists the urge to drive us into oncoming traffic*

[theladystrikesagain]

Book spoilers for HOTD

this episode confirmed things that were just rumours in Fire & Blood, and it’s interesting to see the fallout from:

1. Rhaenyra being intimate with Daemon as a young woman, but not losing her virginity to him

2. Rhaenyra having sex with Criston Cole

Both are linked in their damning of Rhaenyra, because when Criston eventually betrays her for the Greens, there’s now the question of what the catalyst will be. Will he be furious that Rhaenyra essentially used him as a rebound after getting rejected by Daemon? Will he become jealous at her wedding to Laenor? Will he spread the rumours himself after their fallout? There’s lots of things for her to be undone by, and it’s not going to be fun to watch

[wall-maria-fritz]

I just dreamt of Levi and holy shit should I make this a fic?

Hello! Yes! I'm still alive!!! I had to stop writing bc Ms. Depression is just so ✨💕💖obsessed 💖💕✨with me uwu.

Alright so I just really had to share this dream I had last night because I can't stop thinking about it, and it's got a lot of fanfic potential! Let me know if you wanna see it written down, or if you just want to share with me YOUR Levi dreams! Pls, I wanna know what your nasty lil subconsciousnessess (?) conjure up of him lmao.

Things written in parentheses () are my real life thoughts and reactions to the dream~ So here's my dream: I had cheerleading practice (I was an actual cheerleader back in the ye old days of high school.) And since it was just training, I was in workout clothes-- the tiniest cycling shorts, a good ol' sports bra, and since I've never liked showing my small ass boobs, I had a loose crop top thrown over the sports bra. But here's the thing; the crop top had a big print saying "LEVI'S" in blocky letters. NOT the brand logo of Levi Strauss m'kay? No "est.'s" no nothing. Just that:

"L E V I ' S" in big bold letters across my boobs. And that was fine. I was just doing the usual routine I did, with all the stunts and stuff. And then Levi arrived.

Levi was in the dance hall.

LEVI ARRIVED AT THE DANCE HALL AND I HAD THAT STUPID CROP TOP ON.

I started panicking, trying to hide my shirt from him, lest he thinks that-- god forbid-- that I had a crush on him. Not that I did! Of course. (This is a lie.)

And did I mention that the "LEVI'S" not "Levi" no, the "LEVI'S" is all over my boobs?!????

At this point, I wasn't even sure if he's already seen me with the shirt, shaking my ass, and doing your run of the mill cutesy cheerleader-y stuff.

And then I happened to remember (bc of course, even in my fantasies, my own brain is still against me) that Levi is our star basketball player (????? idefk. ????? This 5'3 man??? a basketball player???? Also, back in my highschool boys only really could choose between volleyball and basketball teams to be an athlete in. It was very lame.) And that I had to introduce him at our opening intramural parade, (It was a lil' gimmick my school had where a cheerleader was paired to a varsity player to cheer for them during their intros. We were a small school so we had time for this) which was why Levi, and the whole bulk of the basketball team is here, so that we can practice the flow of the opening and I asdgvkle;shkaeoshj

And so inevitably, the basketball dudes and my fellow cheerleaders have noticed my shirt, and I wouldn't be surprised if one of the guys have already told Levi and/or Levi's already seen me in it thanks to all the dance hall mirrors, depsite me constantly ensuring that my back was turned to him.

I was blushing, (screaming, crying, shitting even) and just constantly cursing at myself with why. Why now? Why today?

Soon, our coaches and the Sports Coordinator whistled, calling us over to formation to finally practice for the intrams opening, and were told to pair up.

I don't even look up.

My eyes stayed glued to my rubber shoes.

I felt Levi walk up to me, and wordlessly stand next to me.

He doesn't say anything. Doesn't comment on anything. And I still refuse to look at him.

Everyone's snickering at us. While i'm just standing there, looking everywhere but Levi, and knowing just what a sight we made-- the basketball team's star player and his blushing, stuttering cheerleader wearing her tiny little shorts with her tiny little crop top with big bold letter's proclaiming who's she is, all over her tiny little breasts.

While waiting for instructions, and watching the others demo where the players enter/where the cheerleaders do the stunts for their players, I sneak a peak up at Levi.

And because I'm not God's favorite, Levi catches me peeking up at him. His steely eyes flash down to mine. And just as quickly, I whip my head back to face front-- definitely not conspicuous winkwink.

He shortens the distance between us the tiniest bit while still listening to the intructions. Still looking ahead, he whsipers to me, "Have you memorized your routine?"

"Of course!!!" I replied way too loudly, way too enthusiastically. I blush even redder.

Still schooling his face into the usual composure Levi has, his lips give me an almost imperceptible quirk up. if it weren't for the odd playfulness in his eyes, I would have thought his jaw muscles just jumped.

"Good," was all he said.

Eventually, I had to perform my short routine for Levi's entrance. Our Sports Coordinator who was leading the practice, pretends to holler out his name, "Our three-year MVP and Team Captain, Levi Ackerman!"

His teammates and my squadmates whoop and cheer for him as an "audience" would, as a photo of him mid-dribble is flashed on screen. The drummers start the beat, and Levi comes jogging in, looping around the whole court, as I-- with a red, red face-- start my routine.

And my god, it was not like any other cheer routine I ever had to do in all my years in that snooty, catholic high school I went to, because I was giving everyone front row seats to some hardcore ass shakery with a sprinkling of toe-touches and round offs here and there, for the sake of calling it a cheer routine.

I finish it all off with my arms up in a high V, my body straight and as rigid as an arrow, while Levi shoots a ball, as the gym goes wild. (somehow we were already at the gym and not the dance hall??) My coach hollers out an "Excellent [My surname]!"

With the ball bouncing away behind him, Levi turns to me with a debilitatingly handsome half-smile. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of my chest from the exertion of the routine. But more than that, I could feel my heart thumping, almost as loud as the drums beating away at the corner of the gym.

Levi comes to firmly squeeze my shoulder-- a confident, reassuring squeeze-- and says to me in a conspiratorial voice that was for my ears only, almost like he was telling me a dirty secret--

"Great job. That's my girl."

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH

So yep, that's me exposing just how Levi trash I am lmao. I want to write something self-indulgent based on this dream so baaadd. I don't even know what yet. But the idea of a flustered cheerleader who quite literally has Levi's name all over her, just activates the same brain that wishes Levi would mark her and claim her as his. (Shut up, you think the same thing too, don't lieee)

That's all! Also, I see AALLL of your comments and reblogs and tags and requests!!! Especially on The Wife! You guys, honestly, you all warm my heart. Thank you. I've been so, so sad, and your little squeals and squees have brightened many a sad, sad day. Imagine crying to the Call Me By Your Name soundtrack, and then ding! Tumblr tells me you guys loved The Wife so much, ya'll are begging me for a sequel! And you know what? Maybe I will give you a sequel!!!

ALSO PLS I NEED A BETA READER ANY TAKERS??? I SWEAR I WILL FANGIRL WITH YOU ALL DAY ANY DAY AND I AM ALWAYS WILLING TO BETA READ BACK AKDBFLAESFGBKLES there's never enough Levi/AOT fics to read imo, so I really wouldn't mind~

But yeah! Thank you for being patient with me and my unplanned 5 month long hiatus. I love this community so, so much.

Maria's scribblings MASTERLIST

[901seconds]

just had a thought how tv shows made by women are so great like chewing gum written and starred by michaela coel and fleabag written and starred by phoebe waller-bridge are like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[fiveholesinthefence]

no one talks about the slump of waking up at 3pm and getting a singular hour of barely there sunlight before you’re back in the loop of self destruction

[prickly-paprikash]

The Bishop in the first Castlevania season is pure evil who believes himself good. He's nearly every crime and hypocrisy of the Catholic Church distilled into one neat, wrinkly, putrid man. He is easy to hate. He is supposed to be despised and we are expected to cheer and rejoice when Blue Fangs chewed on half this man's face.

He uses god to control and manipulate the powers and people that be. While his belief in god may be true, the church and the faith are more tools for him to retain control. It is glaringly obvious that this man is power-hungry.

There is nothing, and I mean nothing at all redeemable about that asshole.

The Abbott is every conservative relative who genuinely loves you, but is a blind idiot holding on to institutions simply because they are "right".

While the Bishop's character is real, most of us won't encounter him. We see him on the news. I'm not even American (been there once for two weeks) but even I've seen his like on news and media. He's a televangelist who consolidates wealth, clout and power through the fanaticism of his followers. He is drunk on the authority he possesses. His belief in god isn't the point; whether or not he holds faith, the man cares solely about power.

The Abbott is someone in our lives we know well. Your conservative mother who refuses to even show a modicum of tolerance towards queer people. Your father who is buying into the religious side of Youtube and Tiktok. Your brother who has grown up to carry terrifying, fascistic beliefs. Your sister who feels lost and found some semblance of acceptance in a church who still believes women are lesser. Your aunt who despises vaccines. Your uncle who tells you that you should've become a priest or a soldier.

The Abbott, deep down, has some redeeming features. But it's not enough to forgive him for his idiocy.

Ask any child who had to grow up with a religious parent, especially a Catholic or an Evangelical. They fucking love the story of Abraham sacrificing his child to God, and finding a ram in its place.

Evangelicals are bent on this tale. They will always preach that god comes before children. That children and their suffering and their needs must always take a backseat to the word of god.

A trans child asking their parents to understand—their words will fall on deaf ears because god and the holy man told them that 'transgenderism' is a vile philosophy that seeks to groom and twist kids. A college freshman debating with their parents about free healthcare and immigration will be stonewalled because the charismatic preacher said that god will provide. god will heal. god did not invite these foreigners into this land.

It is Maria, begging her father to listen and having her pleas fall on deaf ears.

The Abbott is someone I hate more than the Bishop.

Men like the Bishop exist, but they are few and far in-between.

But the Abbott? The Abbott is someone I share a table with at dinner. He's someone I see during family reunions. He's someone who shares misinformation online, and I see it on my timeline because we're social media friends.

I fucking hate him so much and I hope he gets what's his.

He never deserved Tera. He never once deserved Maria.

[rocketrrush]

SHES TALLER THAN HIM???!?!?!?!?

[boleynecklace]

thinking about how someone left a white rose nearby henry vii and elizabeth of york’s tomb when i visited westminster abbey two months ago

[marimayscarlett]

Him or him? 😈

WHY. WOULD YOU DO THI- i need a moment

No, all jokes aside, it will ALWAYS be Richard. Always. I am very set when it comes to my favourite and while I adore Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin) to bits and have a special (warm and cozy since he deserves nothing less) corner in my heart reserved for Michael Jackson, both will never reach the level of love and admiration I have for Richard.

Not to sound cheesy, but this man is everything for me (he's so enthusiastic, interesting, so creative and driven by his love for music and just a warmhearted individual), I fell in love with him almost 10 years ago and he has that number one spot since back then 🙏🏼

Now, actor-wise. That's a little different since actors for me have kind of a subordinate position after musicians (since I kind of have the feeling I can 'fangirl' about music even more than about movies/shows/actors), yet I am a big movie fan since I grew up in a very movie-enthusiastic household.

I had my customary teen-crush on Keanu Reeves, had my little Christian Bale-craze and fell head over heels for Joaquin Phoenix but none of these were so mindbogglingly intense (!) like my enthusiasm for Richard or Rammstein. Now those guys are just there, chilling in my 'favourite actors'-file.

With Hugo it's just. A little different. I've known him for half my life, 'The Matrix' is my favourite movie ever, and just now I'm kind of realising how perfect he is for me (since I was so scared of him when I was a teen). He's so versatile and talented, much more than a lot of actors I 'swooned over' before, he has such a great voice and is overall so approachable and down to earth, and such an interesting individual. It's like looking at a long term acquaintance and realising how they accompanied you through life and how much you actually love them 😌

And on another note: As a Rammstein fan for almost 10 years, I've seen and read some shit/dumb articles/stuff from people who don't understand the band and want to make this everyone's problem. Not only in the last year. Being fan of this band can sometimes be challenging, especially for someone with some anxiety issues, plus Richard is sometimes so unhinged and a lot to take in (you know what I mean), so a little voice in my head tells me it's nice to have an unproblematic side-obsession, and that's Hugo for me 😅

[greyhavensking]

Kaneki’s definition of beating Ayato half to death is as insane and hilarious as always

[commonmexicanname]

Partner: Hey! You like Frieren and Dungeon Meshi, right?

Me: ... Yeah?

Partner: And Bocchi the Rock?

Me: I love Bocchi!

Partner: Guess what they all have in common?

Me: They're all soft?

Partner:

Me: Oh! They all have that one insane character? Wait no...

Partner:

Me: ... ARE THEY ALL MADE BY WOMEN?!

Partner: :D

[fettiowi]

Sonadow fans when