#i wanted her to be and do all the things... [marilyn garrett.]
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𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑨 𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑴𝑺
Pairing: Larissa Weems x witch!reader.
Prompt: "What's the bravest you've ever done?" "Asking for help."
“Larissa?” you peeked your head through the doors, only to find the room empty. You entered with medicine in hand as you placed it down on your shared bedside table. The blanket was out of place, you looked around for any signs of her. You saw a glimpse of her white nightgown flowing with the winds on the balcony.
Even with minimal light, her pale skin glows through the moonlight as she leaned in, her head hung up. You knocked against the glass doors.
“Why are you out of bed?”
“I wanted fresh air.”
“Hmm.” you hummed, making your way beside her as you leaned in into the cold cement railing. “Something on your mind?”
“What makes you say that?”
You stared at her. “That look at your face.”
“What look?” She looked at you, her hair flew against the wind. “The look you make when you’re masking something that shouldn’t be masked.” she looked away, feeling ashamed of getting caught.
“It’s nothing.”
“Well, I think that’s some bullshit.” your tone never weavers anything insult, just something to push her to talk. “Tell me what’s on your pretty head of yours.”
“You’re brave.”
You were taken back, it was not something you thought she’d say. “How so?”
“You fought Marilyn—Laurel.” She corrected herself. “And help Wednesday save the school.” her tears were slipping, overwhelmed with the vulnerability she was showing right now. “If it weren’t for your magic, I would have died.”
You shook your head. “I’m not that brave, I get scared sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” she asked. You nodded.
“Yeah, like when Crackstone massacre the whole outcast 400 years ago, the night when Garrett Gates died.” you paused as you straightened your back. “When you almost died.”
Her eyes widen, eyes never left your figure. She bit her lips, feeling ashamed of what she felt. “there is no need to be ashamed, we have emotions. Were humans Afterall, outcasts or normies.”
“What’s…” she whispered. “What’s the bravest thing you’ve ever done?”
“Asking for help.” she continued to stare, seeing the slightest change on your face, the way you show your vulnerability.
“I ask for help because I refuse to give up.” you smiled, and the moon shines between the two of you.
She thought you were brave, even if you mentioned the times you got scared. The way you aren’t afraid to say you’re scared. The way you let yourself be vulnerable to her. Even with the suffering you went through centuries ago, you still kept going. The way you are able to say Help. Not everyone can say that so casually.
She swallows. “Help.” it was a mere whisper, but you heard it. “I was afraid. Help me.” she cried, hands covering her eyes as she cried freely, not caring if anyone heard her.
“Tell me what to do, my love.”
“Please take care of me.” She sobbed between hiccups, wiping her tears away. You walked up to her, replacing her hands with yours. You smiled.
“I’ll take care of you, my dear.”
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Laurel Gates x Daughter! Fem! Reader
Laurel Gates is your mother, you attend Nevermore as a student and she as a botany teacher. Together with Tyler, you help her defeat the exiles, but after spending time with Merlina and Enid and realizing that they are not bad, you decide to rebel against your mother.
TW: Toxic mother-daughter relationship, emotional manipulation, slapping, angst
N/A: I'm craying because for my mommy issues
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You had lived since you were a child far from your roots, your mother had raised you in a small town in Wales far from Jericho. Laurel as a mother had been a complicated woman, she had strict rules that you had to abide by, she had a different way of upbringing than the rest.
Since childhood Laurel had taught you about the history of your family, the Gates family, about your ancestor Joseph Crackstone, she taught you to hate the excluded for who they were and for what they did to your family.
But, now sixteen years after your birth, your mother decided that she would start her revenge against the excluded and together they traveled to Jericó, she applied for a job as a professor of Botanical Sciences at Nunca Más and also managed to get you admitted as a normal student. excluded.
You did not agree with mixing with the excluded, but you had no one but your mother, you had no idea who your father was, your mother had never told you and when you asked her it always ended in a nasty argument and you with some tears locked in your room.
You were currently at your mother's childhood home in Jericho, Laurel had posed as a caretaker at the Gates mansion and you knew for a fact that she had probably somehow murdered the owner.
Your mother was in front of you, she had some letters and papers on the table.
You were silent, you just looked at the redhead with your big blue eyes "Mom..." you called her and she looked at you, this time she wasn't wearing the glasses she had been wearing since they got here, outside the house her name was Marilyn Thornhill, but inside the house she was still the manipulative and authoritarian Laurel Gates, 'mother'.
"Yes, honey?" She replied in her usual loving tone.
You sighed "...Why do we have to go to Nevermore? I don't want to go with them..." you said cautiously.
Your mother frowned and massaged her fingers into her head, "Y/N, we already talked about this. It's important for revenge, don't you want to see them suffer and pay for what they did to your Uncle Garrett? For what they did to him?" did they do to your mother?.. to this family?" he spoke touching your cheek with his hand gently
"Yes, mom... but I don't understand why we have to mix with them... haven't you taught me to hate them and that we shouldn't be with them?" you said saying the word 'they' as if it were an insult.
"I know, honey... but if we want to destroy the excluded we must think like them, we must have their trust and then attack... do you understand?" She asked, smiling.
"But mother..." you wanted to reply but she grabbed your chin tightly forcing you to look into her eyes.
"Mommy asked if you understood, little one.. And when mommy asks a question, what do you have to do, honey?" She asked digging her nails into your chin and you hissed painfully.
"A-answer..." you replied blinking back the tears that were threatening to come out.
"So what do you have to say, honey?"
"I understood.. you know better.. mommy" you answered obediently.
"Good girl" she released you and kissed your forehead "mom is proud of you.. she goes to prepare your things, tomorrow we will settle in Nevermore; the director Larissa Weems is waiting for us" she spoke and you nodded.
"Yes, mother" you answered and did as she told you.
...
In a few days you were unpacking your things in the Ophelia Hall room, your mother had asked that you be installed together with Merlina Addams, you hated to see her with all your heart. But on your mother's orders you had put on an extremely sugary smile every time you saw her.
You liked Enid better, she wasn't entirely an outsider, but she was still an outcast you didn't want to associate with. For your part it was embarrassing that the whole class knew that you were the daughter of the new and normie teacher, but you didn't care about the mockery of some excluded and the bad looks from the teachers.
Your mother had detonated the Hyde of the boy from the Weathervane, poor Tyler, you didn't like the poor boy at all, but he had been too manipulated by hatred and a thirst for revenge.
After a few weeks, you hated to admit it, but you had grown fond of some outsiders, you started to like them and not seem as bad as your mother had said; Of course Laurel didn't know about your growing truce with the excluded, you didn't want her to know. At the same time, after having to meet so many times with the brown Tyler, you became friends with the boy and they shared afternoons making fun of your mother as if it were the funniest game in the world, although for Tyler it was painful to break his Mistress's rules, He didn't care and you didn't mind making the redhead mad either.
Everything exploded when your mother had your almost "friend" Merlina expelled and sent home, she had sent Tyler to intercept her but you decided to accompany her to talk to Euguine, against your mother and everything she had taught you, you answered Merlina and Euguine, who noticed the red boots, that your mother was behind everything.
"I always saw something strange about your mother" Wednesday said with her eyes slightly wide.
"Yeah... my mother is Laurel Gates, you know?" you said feeling a knot in your stomach.
"Oh shit, you're the daughter of the psycho" she sneered.
"Shut up, Wednesday." You grumbled and rolled your eyes "we should tell Weems, maybe if she turns into Tyler and sees who my mother is with her own eyes, she'll do something."
"Come on..." said Wednesday and you and she told Principal Weems the plan you had in mind.
....
Already in the botany room, in the greenhouse, Wednesday appeared -almost- silently scaring your mother a little.
"Wednesday... What are you doing here? I thought you were on your way to the station" Marilyn said, "Laurel," feigning surprise.
"You can stop pretending, Laurel... your daughter already told me everything" the black-haired woman spoke and the redhead's gaze turned to you with a frown, you swallowed dry with the fear accumulating inside you.
"Honey?..." your mother called, approaching you with dangerous steps.
"She's not going to listen to you" Merlina's voice spoke.
"You're wrong.." she put her hand caressing your cheek gently "I'm her mother, she would do anything for me.. wouldn't you, honey? You would do anything to please mommy" You looked at her with your big blue eyes full of tears, she felt bad, she felt painfully bad.
You looked at her with your big blue eyes full of tears, she felt bad, she felt painfully bad.
"Mom.. I-I.. I can't do this," you said, letting go of Laurel's motherly grip.
"Are you really going to betray me? your mother? for them? do you really think they love you? you're just a stupid normie to them, a pawn they can break like they did your uncle Garrett, darling. Exiles are bad, they are the reason for our suffering..." She spoke with a shaky tone, as if she was about to cry.
"No, mother! They are the reason for your suffering, not mine and you can't control that" you yelled and turned to Principal Weems who had posed as Tyler "Have you heard enough?" you asked as she transformed to his real body, your mother looked at them in surprise.
"Call Sheriff Galpin, Y/N" Larissa said looking at you sadly.
"Don't do it!" your mother yelled when you took the phone out of your pocket, she grabbed your arm squeezing it tightly while with the other hand she tried to grab your phone but Larissa took the phone before she could, you hissed from the pain of her hand squeezing your arm and you sighed when she released you, Larissa called Sheriff Galpin and after a few seconds the noise of the patrol sirens began to be heard.
Laurel slapped you with her hand where your family's ring was, the painful sting brought you to your knees and you felt tears stinging your eyes.
"You are a disappointment to this family, Y/N Gates," your mother spat.
The Sheriff entered the greenhouse and almost immediately handcuffed your mother who was looking at you with hate and contempt.
"How could you do this to your mother? How could you betray your family? "She yelled at you as she walked away towards the police car, Sheriff Galpin pulled your mother into the police car and you ran out to see her.
"Just remember this Y/N, I'm still your mom and I'll be back, I'll be back and you'll suffer the consequences for disobeying mommy! Mommy is so mad at you honey! Don't forget it!", she yelled with dark eyes. You sobbed letting the tears fall down your cheeks.
"I'm sorry.. Mommy... I'm so sorry" you said and you saw your mother leave in the police car.
You were crying in pain, the hole that your mother had left in your heart was big. You didn't know how to be without her.
Larissa put her hand on your shoulders trying to comfort you "I'm so sorry, Y/N" she whispered as she rubbed your back.
"I'm sorry too" you said in a weak whisper.
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I’m very overdue to talk about Marilyn Garrett and how important she is to me specifically.
Discussions of overdosing, drug abuse / recovery, suicide, depression, and mental illness under the cut. Be safe!
In canon she’s fridged to advance the plot and to give her uncle (Morse, you can find mine over at @lifeseffort ) even more trauma. Her death and the plot of the episode makes no sense (she overdosed / killed herself because she was too happy thanks to the drugs?? Canon what the fuck how does that make any sense) and it completely overshadows Marilyn as a person.
Chief among that is that Marilyn is Morse’s surrogate daughter: “I wanted her to be and do all the things…” he says, the most emotional we ever see him in Inspector Morse (in Endeavour, of course, he’s much more vulnerable, but that was made well after the original show, such is the nature of prequels) and he sees a lot of himself in her. She’s brilliant— she is incredibly academically gifted and she can converse with him on an equal playing field— but she’s also suffering, hence the drug experimentation.
Morse also dealt with depression and suicidal thoughts at that age which, as we know, continues well into his adult life. He confesses to Lewis in that same episode that he even went so far as to have made multiple plans and then talked himself out of it. He even makes a vow, “I would never forget how awful it is to be fifteen” and we see in canon time and again how much he holds himself to that. He is amazing with children, especially with Marilyn and her little brother, Matthew.
Marilyn and Morse are kindred spirits in so many ways— both the eldest sibling, both brilliant, both suffering with mental health and dealing with deeply unhealthy coping mechanisms, and both very artistic and musical— and that relationship / those parallels are so important to me; specifically the idea that both of them can be saved, and save each other.
So, in my verses, Marilyn recovers from her overdose / suicide attempt; Morse and her parents, Joyce and Keith, realize how much she’s been struggling, and give her the love, support, and understanding she’s in dire need of.
She grows up to take first in art history at her university (probably Oxford, thank you Morse’s legacy) and becomes incredibly sapphic.
#ooc.#headcanon#marilyn garrett [muse.]#robbie lewis [muse.]#UGH i love her so disgustingly much and i’ve been thinking a Lot about her lately#who’s gonna write with her huh….#drugs tw#overdose tw#drug mention tw#suicide mention tw#suicidal thoughts tw#suicide tw
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Character tag drop!
#yes. if you let them. [susan fallon]#he has ever been the best and wisest of men [fred thursday]#nobody's fool. least of all yours. [robbie lewis]#you mean the world [joan thursday]#you're clever. should know better. [james hathaway]#never doubting that for all his faults he is loved [constance mcbride]#i wanted her to be and do all the things... [marilyn garrett]#you're needed [max debryn]#you notice things [amity morse]#and so angry. contra mundum. but yourself most of all. [alexander morse]#today is far from childhood but up and down the hills [joyce garrett]#a better friend to me than i could have wished for or deserved [jim strange]#come home safe [win thursday]#she in thee calls back the lovely april of her prime [dorothea frazil]#a moment's courage or a lifetime of regret [reginald bright]#at times arm in arm but never thank god in step [peter jakes]#bright i suppose [shirley trewlove]#too much hope of thee lov'd boy [george fancy]#i might have even called your name as i ran searching after something to believe in [cheyanne wyatt]#you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you [stanley romanoff]
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17 things I learned this year
2017 is almost over and I wanted to come back on certain things I learned (most of it from my personnal life)
Don’t mind the typos.
1. If you want to prevent bananas from getting brown too quickly, don’t leave them in cluster.
2. School (or high school at least) is not everything. If you can’t do your math homeworks ‘cause you’re going to the museum with your friend, then who cares? There’s other way of learning things than studying.
3. If a shirtless doppelgänger of Garrett Borns ask you to dance with him and his also shirtless friends, you could give it a chance.
4. Never jump into a relationship if you’re uncertain of your feelings (this one I did).
5. Not wearing a bra will be empowering for some women, but not for all. It actually gives me anxiety.
6. Basically, there’s this girl who for months tried to keep me close to her, but without dating me. I couldn’t get over it because she would give me fake hopes, when her girlfriend was not around, she would make me feel like the most important person in her life and then, she would act like nothing happened. Those persons, who can’t take a decision, who don’t have enough balls to make things clear... Sometimes we want to say that it’s not their faults, it’s not easy to do, but other times, it’s better to just stop being nice (thing I wish I did way earlier).
7. Bleaching your hair hurts, don’t do it too much, please.
8. If you’re struggling with labels to define your gender identity, your sexuality, etc, it’s good to remember that beyond all that, you still exist as a human, as someone who is too complicated to be kept under words and... maybe that’s enough (well at least it is for me).
9. Making new friends is fucking cool. Older friends are awesome too.
10. Someone who says stuff like ‘’anyway nobody likes me!’’ or ‘’you’re ruining my life!’’ and who blames you for things you can’t control (like feelings) is pretty toxic and you should reconsider your relation with that person.
11. Don’t Stop Me Now is about masturbation. No, I didn’t know.
12. Eddie Redmayne is a very attractive gentleman.
13. We came to the point where I think the LGBT+ community is not even welcoming anymore. Wether it’s the war against ace/aro peolpe or (some) trans women punching TERFS (not saying they’re right, but punching isn’t either)... I don’t know for you, but I don’t wanna be part of such an aggressive community (this is my opinion, you’re free to think otherwise).
14. Have confidence in what you create. It may not be perfect, but it can never get worse.
15. If someone you know is shaming you for being a fangirl/fanboy, well I’m sorry but they’re assholes.
16. Not having genitals is a good way to win a fight.
17. Life is overwhelming, both in a good and bad way.
So that’s it. I hope 2018 brings you joy and success. May our Lord and Savior Marilyn Manson protect us. Happy New Year!
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