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ostropest · 11 months

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#avatrice #warrior nun #warrior nun crack #ava x beatrice #ava silva x sister beatrice #ava x bea #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister mary #they are idiots your honor. yes all of them

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checkingoutforheroes · 1 year

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Not my girlfriend.

Beatrice: No. Ava is not my girlfriend.

Ava: yeah. I'm not her girlfriend. Why would you-

Beatrice: yeah, why would they urghh...

Ava: Let's go baby.

Beatrice: yeah, let's go babe.

Mary, smirking: not girlfriend my ass.

Camila: 😇😊

*credit to gif owner

#warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava silva #sister camila #sister mary #alba baptista #kty #mother superion #save warrior nun #avatrice #ava x sister beatrice #ava x beatrice

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sapphizt · 1 year

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the category is: gays left by their warrior nun girlfriends 😭💔

#warrior nun #warrior nun s2 #sister mary #shotgun mary #beatrice #sister beatrice #toya turner #kristina tonteri young #women

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2-the-moon-and-2-saturn · 11 months

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every time i think about the fact that mary didn’t get to say “it’s easy to fall in love with the warrior nun. it’s loving the warrior nun that’s the hard part. they’re never yours. they never last,” i feel the urge to let out a gut-wrenching scream

#warrior nun #sister mary #sister camilla #avatrice

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harknessimp · 1 year

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Camila: How is everyone doing?

Mary: Well I’m breathing

Camila: Setting the bar pretty low huh?

Mary: It’s better than Ava anyways

Ava: [having a panic attack] honestly fuck you

#remade one of my most liked iq #warrior nun incorrect quotes #ava silva #sister camila #sister mary #save warrior nun #renew warrior nun #sister beatrice #avatrice #ava and beatrice #beatrice x ava #warrior nun netflix

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grechkathekasha · 1 year

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my warrior nun headcanons BECAUSE I CAN

(spoiler: not a single one of them is straight cuz let us neurospicy gays have at least something)

bonus

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ineffablebookgirl · 1 year

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#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #poll #good omens poll #madam tracy #seargent shadwell #newton pulsifer #anathema device #gabriel good omens #mary hodges #sister mary

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sscarletwidow · 1 year

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I believe I am right in saying that all Warrior Nun fans have missed Mary so much this season,Toya absence was so felt.

#toya turner #sister mary #shotgun mary #alba baptista #kristina tonteri young #lorena andrea #olivia delcán #sylvia de fanti #ava #sister beatrice #sister lilith #sister camila #mother superion #warrior nun s2 #warrior nun

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

Sister Mary

Diane Keaton, need I say more?

Nate Ford (Leverage)

He literally went to priest school because he wanted so badly not to be like his criminal father and then ended up becoming a smarter, more righteous criminal after corporate freed let his son die. Also he's plagued by Catholic guilt.

His dad was a criminal. He was going to be a priest but then he just became super law-abiding as a rebellion instead. But then his son died and he went HARD into crimes (but it's totally fine because it's helping people so he's allowed to do crimes!!!!) A recovering alcoholic who lives above a bar. (Another character literally goes "that's very ... catholic of you.") Then he's a very much NOT recovered alcoholic who lives over a bar. Spends all 5 seasons attempting to fist-fight God. (Someone tells him "God helps those who help themselves" and Nate says "And we help those who can't.") My headcanon is that he doesn't identify as catholic but he does believe in everything the Catholic Church teaches. He's just like, "Yeah it's TRUE but i don't personally agree with it so no thank you."

he was in seminary school but dropped out to become an insurance investigator (fake job) and I'm pretty sure he spends a lot of the first season convinced he's going to hell

#sister mary #the young pope #nate ford #leverage #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

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moonhuit · 1 year

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warrior nun + text posts (3/?)

#warrior nun #adriel #mother superion #ava silva #sister mary #shotgun mary #sister lilith #warrior nun : edits #;graphics #i will keep doing these for as long as i can

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ostropest · 1 year

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...answered by Warrior Nun characters!

Bonus:

(Bea still didn't realise they have been dating for last two months)

#warrior nun #warrior nun crack #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister camila #sister yasmine #sister lilith #sister mary #adriel #pope duretti #michael salvius

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marascomics · 1 year

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This love/ plentiful, many/ is not the love I want

#sister mary #the tale of the travelling knight #nunknight #marascomics #my art #original art #original character #oc art

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squidthoughts · 1 year

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rewatching WN is like. mary loved shannon soooo much. shannon loved mary sooooo much. im going to go crazy stupid

#warrior nun #sister mary #sister shannon

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frankysplait · 1 year

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Ava: I’m a goddamn Worrior Nun! You know 😉because I worry so much about you guys 😉 get it? 😆

Camilla: awww!

Mary: *shakes her head* Jesus Christ!

Lilith: *rolls her eyes* Dear God, give me strength!

Beatrice: *tries to hide her smile but can’t*

#save warrior nun #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister camila #sister mary #sister lilith #incorrect warrior nun

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 11 months

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Shannon gets stitched up. Sister Agatha is the best. Mary tries to get Shannon to rest and ends up taking a nap too. Lilith and Beatrice share a meal. Beatrice tries to take Shannon a little pick-me-up. Apparently, Shannon's the best room to sleep in. Mary gets protective. Mother Superion misses being Suzanne.

Getting Shannon corralled to the infirmary wasn’t nearly as tricky as Mary had anticipated. Shannon more or less followed her a bit like a puppy at her heels as Mary made her way through The Cradle.

Once Shannon sits on the padded table, Mary carefully helps her from her shirt. This time, without the hilarious commentary of asking for a date. The concussion’s heaviness has fully settled after being upright for a few too many hours. Mary winces as she carefully pulls the tape away from Shannon’s warm, nearly hot skin, the gauze bloodied on the outside. “Sorry, Shan,” she murmurs as she peels the dressing away from the inflamed skin. Though Shannon hadn’t said anything or so much as flinched away, Mary knew it hurt.

Shannon got a set to her jaw when she was in pain. A little ball of muscle that rounded just at the turn of it. She also had a tendency to white knuckle anything in her hand. “Sssokay.”

“It’s been a while since you two have stopped by.” A third voice calls quietly to them, stepping into the room after returning from lunch. Mother Superion had told her they might be stopping by after she’d gotten a very quick, very frustrated debrief from one Sister Lilith.

“Are you asking for more injuries, Sister Agatha?” Mary can’t help but tease. For the most part, their crew usually escaped the missions injury free. It had been a while since they needed a trip to the infirmary.

“Not at all. Maby a visit here or there,” the older woman winked at the pair, sliding on nitrile gloves. She had been doing this a long time, and in her experience seeing the sisters was usually so good for the soul. It was a privilege for her to be able to care for them when they returned from the field in need of some medical care.

“We can do that.” Mary smiled. She always did like Sister Agatha. She also didn’t hate her and Shannon being considered a ‘we.’ Even if it was just in the context of two close friends. However, Mary suspected that Sister Agatha had been around long enough to have some observations on the matter.

Sister Agatha retrieves the suture kit after one glance at the torn skin just on the back of Shannon’s shoulder. She was always surprised that she didn’t have to do these more often. Not that she wasn’t practiced with the best of them, but one would imagine more accidents at the Cradle requiring her skill set than there usually were. Not that she also hadn’t needed to stitch Shannon up several times over the years. More missions, more risk, she supposed. And no one went on more missions than Shannon.

Not even the Warrior Nun.

Many sisters were stoic as she probed at the cuts and slid the needle into the tender skin for the lidocaine. Shannon, however, usually smiled at her, never pausing easy conversation. Only occasionally did her eye twitch if something was particularly painful. Today, she hadn’t offered more than a tired smile as a greeting as she watched Agatha carefully as she readied the supplies.

Mary swapped places with the nurse as she slid around to Shannon’s front, providing her stomach as a resting place for Shannon’s forehead, her fingers resting gently at the back of Shannon’s neck, offering what support she could. Shannon would have protested: That she didn’t need it. That she had no problems with needles. That she had received stitches on too many occasions to count.

All of that would have been true.

Yet, Shannon let herself sink in the comfort Mary was offering. A shiver ran through her when more cool saline flushed the wound. Sister Agatha worked silently behind the injured sister warrior after tisking at her as she first evaluated the cut. She let her eyes take in the lump forming on the end of Shannon’s shoulder and shook her head, unsurprised. “Shannon, these old fingers are getting tired of stitching you up.”

“Sorry,” She murmured, not bothering to lift her head from its resting place against Mary’s soft shirt. Getting lost in the warmth of the old cotton that smelled so much like her own clothes, the two of them often do their laundry together now. Mary’s always smelled just a bit more of eucalyptus and sage.

It always surprised Shannon at just how soft Mary’s hands were and somehow that they always managed to be warm. Even her callouses felt soft, like a slightly thicker skin on the pads of her palm rather than roughness that would grate at Shannon’s.

Shannon was mildly aware that they weren’t alone, but she couldn’t stop herself from nuzzling just a bit closer into Mary. Her left hand reached up to grip the hem of Mary’s shirt loosely, an assurance that she wouldn’t back away.

“She hit her head pretty good,” Mary filled in at Agatha’s concerned look, “we didn’t let her sleep on the way back.” And yes, that would explain it, the nurse thought.

Shannon did always appreciate that, even on the more tender injuries she’d gotten over the years. Sister Agatha’s hands were always soothing. Never harsher than they needed to be, if she could help it. Aside from setting a bone or two for a sister or reducing a joint back to its proper place.

Luckily there would be none of the latter today.

After the stitches and the lidocaine in her still very separated shoulder, Sister Agatha evaluated Shannon’s other injuries and allowed Mary to help her back into her shirt. It always warmed her heart to see Shannon, the young woman who had shown up here so guarded and alone, being cared for once. Mary did an excellent job at that. If Agatha weren’t certain it would scare both the women in front of her off, she would have told them how good it was for her old heart to see.

Instead, she sent Shannon and Mary to get some reset. Not after being adamant with her very specific instructions for sleep, ice, and taking it easy for the next two weeks. This might have been the only time Shannon hadn’t protested the length of recovery, instead just nodding as Sister Agatha re-secured the sling for her.

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