#ch: margaret

[jupitergames-if]

Who will you find in the night?

Who will find you?

#itnitd #ch: margaret #ch: bee #ch: ??? #yeah i think his name is gonna be dark #it’ll make sense in-game lmao #think i’ll make some of these for the sn:r crew #sorry for the quality..canva hates me sometimes

[kyouka-supremacy]

Fitzgerald actually really is peak capitalist behavior. When visiting Margaret in coma, he really went “if she could speak right now, I'm sure she'd say this— ‘Take me off of this life support! Send all the money you're spending on me to my family back home!’, family who I am perfectly able and legally allowed to provide for and take out of starvation and decadence if only I chose to. Too bad nobody can do anything about it, her fate is so tragic and her wishes destined to never be fulfilled 😔😔💔💔”

#francis scott key fitzgerald #margaret mitchell #I really hope she beats him up as soon as she's back #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd ch 64 #mine #q. #26/03/23

[mrs-bluemarine]

He's a grown ass man with a kid but IDC. He's my little eeby deeby. My little polar bear boy

#🐻‍❄️ #my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE emoji now thank you Margaret #jay's bullshit #💙 / feels like i'm in love again #ch.: ⚡

[fangirlwithasweettooth]

this book really is just confirming that i have a Type™️ and that Type™️ is Kaz Brekker 🖤

#like damn #that switcheroo in ch 9/10 DAMNNNN 👀🥵 #little thieves #margaret owen #little thieves by margaret Owen #sage reads #no one cares sage

[marnigifshistory]

Bel Powley as Princess Margaret in A Royal Night Out

#cutest cutie #fc: bel powley #ch: princess margaret #source: a royal night out #era: 1940s #mine: gifset #period fc #perioddramagif #perioddramaedit #weloveperioddrama

[ryanstillwrites-if]

May I ask what the ROs and non-ROs look like? Wishing you a happy holiday!

because i have no technical skills, i've chosen face claims instead of using art breeder :)

Adelaide Scholz (Mary Jo Hamberg)

Adelaide has (originally blonde) dyed red hair, angular/gaunt facial features, an upturned nose, pale skin and blue eyes. she has a very thin and skeletal figure, and she stands at 5'6".

Hayden Della Rocca (Vittoria Ceretti/Marco Castelli)

Hayden has big brown eyes, dark brown hair, a straight nose and tan, sun kissed skin. they have a larger, softer body type, a large scar down the center of their chest and they stand at 5'11".

Gabriel Torres (Oriol Elcacho)

Gabriel has dark brown hair, grey eyes, a structured face, an aquiline nose and golden tan skin that has a slight yellow tint to it. he has a toned, muscular body with his arms and back covered in tattoos and he stands at a height of 6'6".

Jordan Michaels (Adual Akol/Ronald Epps)

Jordan has rich brown skin, black eyes, full lips, a nubian nose and black kinky hair, that m!Jordan keeps buzzed. they have a lithe body type and stand at 6'0". nb!Jordan leans towards a more feminine look.

Mavis/Maverick Chen (HoYeon Jung/Taemin Park)

M has pin-straight black hair (Mavis wears it to her shoulders, Maverick wears it cut to his ears), dark brown eyes, a rounded face with a small nose and warm toned skin. they have a lanky, slim figure and stand at 5'7".

Kade Weston (Corey Campbell)

Kade has light brown skin, hazel eyes lined with dark circles, full lips and coily black hair that he usually wears in protective hairstyles. he has an athletic body type on the thinner side and he stands at 5'8".

Margaret Evans (Valentina Yasen)

Margaret has snow white hair, blue-green eyes, thin lips, a straight nose and alabaster skin. she is thin and frail, and stands at a height of 5'4".

#i tried to a bit more descriptive than i was the last time #how'd i do? #ro: adelaide scholz #ro: hayden della rocca #ro: gabriel torres #ro: jordan michaels #ro: mavis/maverick chen #ch: kade weston #ch: margaret evans #more than me #more questions more answers

[xradiant]

@siiinfully​​

sometimes he just stands there watching her, like she was a figure that he hadn’t ever expected. he found something unexpected in her, and he admired her. of course he continued to come into the Hall where his mother was just to see her, so that he could just be close to her. she shied away from him at times but he insisted on doing small tasks alongside her, making sure that she didn’t exert herself. of course this simply meant that he was being obvious when he would much rather not be. but how could he help it?

walking into the Hall now he nods and smiles to everyone that is nearby until he finally comes to the far end of the room, coming up beside Margaret with a greeting smile for her, and handing her a cup of ale that he had taken with him. “ it’s rather late. “ he tells her over the thrum of the room, as he brings his own cup to his lips. “ shouldn’t you be done with all your work now? we could take a walk outside if my mother agrees to let you. it isn’t too cold out. “ and he waits somewwhat hopefully for her response.

#interaction ; ubbe & margaret #siiinfully #ch: ubbe ragnarsson

[unbeleveable]

Fuck it, Nadia is an enabler.

#ch: m. of anjou #threads ;; margaret #headcanons ;; margaret #memes ;; margaret

[esserisupremi]

A Helping Hand

“ I’m this close to going over there.”

“ To get security called on you like the last time?”

“ Clearly there was something wrong with that woman. Poor young girl there, she actually looks as if she could use the help.”

Both Elena and Margaret subtly stared at the young mother of the wailing baby. How she could simply ignore the child’s cry and continue shopping as if they were not with her, she couldn’t fathom. Her heart broke for the child.

It had to end.

“Here, you finish getting the rest of everything.” Elena instructed her younger sister as she handed her the list and the plastic card to be used to pay for it all. Once finished giving her instructions, she headed over.

“ Excuse me, I was wondering if you needed some help?” She approached while asking the young brunette.

Closing the door to the large freezer, the young woman looked at Elena, cuing the being to gesture to the unsettled baby in the car seat.

“ Oh no, I’m alright. He just cries like that sometimes.” She replied.

Keeping her current demeanor, Elena swallowed the words she wanted to speak and replaced them with words gentler. “Well, there’s a reason for that of course. Babies don’t cry for no reason.” Feeling her sister trying to get her attention, Elena turned around seeing her shaking her head and waving her back. Instead of returning to join her, Elena attempted once more.

“ He keeps going on like that he’s going to make himself sick and I’m sure that’s the last thing you’d need. You seem to have a bit of shopping left to do. Why don’t you let me get him quiet then by the time you’re finished and have everything paid for, you can retrieve him for a quiet ride home? I’ll be just there with him, over at the dining area.”

When she seemed she was actually thinking about it, Elena held her breath. It felt as if it were an eternity before the young woman finally agreed. Happy, Elena went over to the car seat and unbuckled the small child and taking him into her arms.” I promise we’ll be just over there.” She assured her, taking the baby’s bottle before heading on her way.

Just as she said they would be, Elena took the baby to the dinning area and sat in the farthest corner she could find.  After checking if he needed a change, she then wrapped his blanket back around him and cradled him in her arms.

“ Shh, it’s alright sweetheart. You’re alright.” She spoke softly as she began rocking him. For a good fifteen minutes she kept that up until eventually he did quiet down and was fast asleep.

Looking down at him she shook her head. Some young women just had no idea. Her sympathy was always with the child then it was often with the clueless parent(s). Not knowing her situation she dared not judge her but deep down hoped she did better.

It was a half an hour later did the mother come and retrieve her child. Going that extra mile, Elena offered and helped her to her car with him. Carefully placing him inside, she made sure he was set and gave a bit of advice before returning to her sister who was now waiting for her at the exit.

“ Are you happy now?” Margaret asked.

“ No, but I will be. They’re both going to be in my thoughts for a while.” She replied.

“ You’re a good person Ellie.”

Elena sighed,” I try. Come on, lets get home.”

#( writing(s) || drabble(s) ) #( ch: elena ) #( ch: margaret )

[jupitergames-if]

Isnt Margaret technically a gilf👀👀??

she’s 100% a gilf (ghost i’d like to fuck)

#askdjfklfkgjf #she doesn’t have any kids so she can’t be a true gilf #but she’s like…..gilf-adjacent? #thanks for the ask lmao #asks #anon asks #ch: margaret #character asks

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

His Majesty The King has been graciously pleased to appoint Her Royal Highness The Princess of Wales, GCVO, to be Royal Companion of The Order of the Companions of Honour. 

The Companion of Honour (founded 1917) is a special award granted to those who have made a major contribution to the arts, science, medicine, or government lasting over a long period of time. There at 65 members at any one time. The Order of the Companions of Honour was founded by George V to recognise services of national importance. Its motto is, "In action faithful and in honour clear". Catherine is the newest, and youngest, member of the Companions of Honour.

Ranks and Post-nominals: Member (CH)

Current members include: Sir David Attenborough, David Hockney, Sir John Major, Dame Judi Dench, Sir Ian McKellen, Lord Coe, Dame Maggie Smith, Lady Mary Peters, Sir Paul McCartney, Delia Smith, Margaret Atwood, Sir Elton John, Sir Quentin Blake, Sir Salman Rushdie, Ian McEwan, Dame Anna Wintour, Dame Shirley Bassey

#mine #kate #companions of honour

[luvly-writer]

XOXO

Ch. 18 Nothing happened in the way i wanted

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Author’s Note: I find it so funny that whenever I come back I release like five chapters then disappear, I love that 😭

Warnings: Mentions of SA and predatory behavior. Beginning of angst.

Taglist: @w31rdg1rl @mxtokko @loonymoonystuff @grandstrangerphanthom @1lellykins @cangosleepnow @dreamspectrum @its-maemain @tamimemo @nightw-izhu @trasshy-artist @gabriiiiiiii @pank0w @writing-for-the-hell-of-it

Masterlist:

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Thud Thud... Thud Thud... Thud Thud...

I could feel my heart in my throat. I took the napkins and kept on twisting them in my hands. I feel Grandma's gaze on me and her hand on mine, stopping me from fidgeting.

"Mona, you are going to be okay. You have constantly gone against your father and you will win once again. Plus, I am right here. Your father won't intimidate me," she reassured you with a smile and a wink. You were both sitting in one of the family rooms in the Vanderbilt manor. You had arrived early and had been served coffee. Your father had been taking his sweet time in arriving, always one for theatrics. You remember a time when this sort of dramatics was used in playing around with your sisters. Charlisse always wanted to be a dragon or a pirate; Aurora presented herself as the princess, the unicorn, I always wanted the mermaid and the adventurer. Our father was always the narrator of our little ploys and we would present them to our mother. He used to be so warm and caring and loving sometimes..but when I got to middle school, after my grandfather's death and the beginning of my sisters' competition for CEO, he grew colder and harsher. I would love for my father to go back to the way he was before...

Snapping me out of my daydream, my father enters the room and sits across from us.

"Margaret." he said curtly and my grandmother looked at him dead in the eye, "William...You look terrible," she responded, causing me to snort a little. Grandma was never one to hold back on my father. She was right though, my father looked horrible. He had eye bags and his clothes looked crumpled, something highly unusual for William Vanderbilt. "It's been a rough few days, Marge" he responded and turned to me.

"Y/n.." he acknowledged me softly and I squeezed my grandmother's had tightly before answering, "Father."

"Shall we?" he gestured to both of us and I nodded. He cleared his throat and began speaking, "Before anything...I am sorry, my sweet dewdrop, for everything I've put you through these last few years...I know this in no shape or form begins to excuse anything I've put this family through but I do want you to understand the big why of everything and maybe we could begin a journey where you could forgive me. I love you, sweetie, I do. Your sisters and you are my pride and joy, my greatest creation, and my proudest achievement. I am deeply sorry I have neglected you all these years in the name of the family business and image. A few years ago, when you were in middle school and my father died, in his will he left very clear and strict instructions on what had to be made. Were they not to be followed, everything that we owned would have been put at risk. You see when I was younger, I was much like you...I had a passion for music and it flowed through every breath I took, I wanted to pursue it freely yet my father disregarded it because someone had to take the mantle of the family business. I rebelled for some time and did whatever I pleased, I had the freedom to do so seeing as the family lineage was important to the old man, and me being an only child, I wouldn't be at risk of getting disowned. The old man...he was....furious and pulled some strings so that no matter what, I would fail so that I would end up back home and submitting to taking the mantle. His plan worked and to avoid risking history from repeating itself, he left clear instructions for you girls so that no one stepped out of line. One of the clauses was that everyone was to be part of the family business, the second was that you all had to be married, and if by the time you were 20, you weren't married, it was the board's obligation to find you a suitable husband. The third was that you all had to keep the best image possible so that you wouldn't drag the family name to the ground...the same way I did years ago...My lawyers have been working on ways to invalidate the clauses for years, Clarisse and Aurora knew how to play within the clauses but you...I'm afraid that with your mother's free spirit and my temperament and rebellion, you proved to be a force too difficult to control. No one knows that more than me. I got so lost trying to not lose everything and please my father who is already in his grave, that I forgot the most important thing, my family. I am so sorry for all the years I have mistreated you, Charli, Rora, and Mom. You deserve so much and it took you showing me how much I am acting like my father to reevaluate my behavior these last years. I promise, I will do my best to mend and better all my wrongs."

You were stuck to your chair...honestly...fuck your grandfather. Everything made more sense now, why you always visited your grandparents when your grandfather was gone, how you'd see your other grandmother more often when he died, why he was never mentioned, the drastic change in your father's behavior after his death...

"I knew there was a reason I never liked the man," said your grandmother with a huff as she took a sip of her glass of wine. This made you and your father laugh.

"What about the clauses...do I still fall under them?" you ask. It was the one thing that still worried you...was Morris still in the picture, did you still have to take a place in the family business, was marrige still an obligation-

"No. A few days ago, my lawyers called me. After retting a meeting with the board after New Year's and discussing the clauses, they were finally able to find a breakthrough. Everyone took to voting and decided that the best outcome was to proclaim them invalid. What are a dead man's wishes but silent demands? You are free, I spoke to Mr. Morris. Which speaking of, I want to clear the air that he was the board's decision. They were pressuring us to choose him seeing as he used to have a clean record." He answered.

"I still don't get why you would allow that roach of a man near your daughter, William! This is worst that a disgrace, he was disgusting!" Margaret grumbled and my father agreed with her.

"You said he had a clean record?" I asked focusing on that weird part.

My father nodded, "Ah yes, a few weeks ago, some information was leaked to our members of the board about sexual assault allegations and predatory behavior in Mr. Morris. After we hired some private investigators, we found most of the information to be true. Tomorrow the board is releasing an official statement of apology directed to you. I am deeply sorry, my dear. I do promise to be better." he said taking my hands in his a giving the a squeeze.

"I am free.." you say softly, and both your grandmother and father smile.

"You are. No competition, no family business, no arranged marriage, you are free to be your own person, kid" he assures. "I am very proud of you, dewdrop. I talked with your grandmother over the phone. Once you finish college this may, both of your trust funds will be officially released to you."

"I can open my art gallery!" you say tearing up and both of them nod proudly. "Time to share the good news with Tim, Mona. I bet he is going to be delighted," Said your grandmother.

Shit...Tim...It has been weeks since you'd answered a message of his. You knew it was unfair to him, to just ghost him out of the blue. You had a good reason too...well as far as good reasoning goes. You hadn't talked with him ever since spending Christmas with him and ignored all of his invitations for New Year's...Your conflict must have been visible in your face because your grandmother rand father looked at you concerned.

"About that..." you say and take a deep breathe.

-•-

You were finally going home to your apartment after the very long day you had. You had confessed...Not to Tim, no... your family. After explaining the whole thing to your grandmother and father, they were conflicted, to say the least. As they were battling with being proud for outsmarting the entire family and media, disappointed for your lying, and concerned for your well-being, your sisters and mother had arrived and were filled in the entire thing. At first, no one wanted to believe you. They reassured me that they couldn't believe it was fake because they swore the love between the two of you looked real. No one could act that well, yet you were in denial. As everyone sat for dinner, they all agreed on one thing, Tim and you were meant to be and clearly in love, but neither of you was seeing it. Your sisters and mother were insistent in your talking with him, but you were in denial. Your father and grandmother tried a different approach by saying how much they approved of him and how he would make a great addition to the family. Still, you saw no sense. You loved Tim, that is true, but you appreciated him as a friend too much. He was your friend, the one who you learned to trust and tell everything, he was the one who had your side any time, he was the one that showed you every movie you had missed, every game you had never played, every story you didn't know. Sure it had only been two months since you met, but he became such a strong part of your life that you weren't sure you wanted to ruin by confessing how much you loved him. Tim was your friend, he was just helping you out, he knew how to play a part well because he had practiced with his double life, he was just playing a part for you. He wasn't...he....didn't...love...no, you didn't even want to think it. Tim was a good guy, Tim loved to help others and he always gave his best for others, that's why he was so convincing, because he is Tim. He is pure and devoted to a good cause. He was Tim, your Timmy, your friend, mine. He was everything, the closest thing you had to twin flame and you didn't deserve and you shouldn't tarnish the purity of that relationship.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you noticed you were about to pass his apartment complex and noticed his lights were on. You told the driver to stop. You were putting an end to this. The driver parks in front and you tell him you will be quick. You step out of the car and run to the lobby. Having been recognized there, they let you up without a problem. Finally, in front of his door, you knock roughly and call him out.

Lo and behold there is Tim Drake in all his glory when he opens the door. He looks more tired than usual, is the first thing you notice. Ever since the two of you started talking, you have been helping him get a better sleeping schedule and his eyebags have lessened by a lot. But now, weeks later, you can tell your absence took a toll on him. His eyes showed he was conflicted. Anger, relief, sadness, tiredness, and something else you couldn't quite put a finger in. (Admiration and love, sweetie, that's what it is)

"Just when I was enjoying my inner peace..was wondering when you'd deem me worthy of your presence again," he said and you flinch at the slight snark and glare he gave you.

"You are angry, rightfully so" you start and he cuts you off, "Really, what gave you that impression?"

"I have a good explanation"

"That so?"

"My father set me free.." you say and his eyes soften a little

"Which means.."

"I don't have to get married, I won't be forced to be part of the family business, I won't have to deal with Morris anymore" you say softly and he nods, pleased.

"That's good angel, still don't get why I had to be ghosted for it. We started this together we should end it together" he stresses and I look down

"I know, its just that...that means that"

"That?" he preassures

"We are over." I finally look up, trying to keep my tears at bay, "And I've been trying to find a way to tell you."

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extras:

Grandma calls Y/n “Mona” because of Mona Lisa

William calls Y/n dewdrop because of her obsession with mermaids when she was a kid

I changed the time line a little bit. Tim and Yn know each other from high school (Gotham Academy), having both been each other’s crushes, but the formally met on November. Spent the last of November and all of december together. She stopped talking to him after christmas and ignored him until the second week of January which is this chapter.

#batfamily #tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #batman #batfam #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #damian wayne #bruce wayne #duke thomas #barbara gordon #tim drake x fem!reader #tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake imagine #tim drake x y/n #batfamily social media #batfamily x you #batfam dc #batfam x you #batfam socialmedia au #batfamily x reader #batfam x reader #batfam imagine #batfam au #dc batman #batfam x y/n #dc social media au

[usafphantom2]

Spitfire Mk.II P8448 (code UM-D) was funded by NAAFI canteen workers and bore the name 'Counter Attack'. It is seen here being officially handed over to No 152 Squadron at Portreath in Cornwall on 8 August 1941 by 17-year-old Nora Margaret Fish.

© IWM CH 3614)

@ron_eisele via X

[marnigifshistory]

Bel Powley as Princess Margaret in A Royal Night Out

#fc: bel powley #ch: princess margaret #era: 1940s #mine: gifset #period fc #perioddramagif #periodfcnetwork #perioddramaedit #weloveperioddrama #she's the cutest thing

[ryanstillwrites-if]

we're back in business baby

#this won't be in the update #because writing part 2 is stressing me out to no end #just be glad i'm writing again #ro: hayden della rocca #ch: margaret evans #more than me #that's more than enough ryan

[get-back-homeward]

Ringo's Love of Jive Dancing

Playing skiffle with Eddie Clayton introduced a welcome way out from the street-corner existence Richy Starkey had known more than a year. It would take a long time to remove himself completely, but being with a group was an alternative to “walking” with the gang, and when he and Roy weren’t doing one or the other they were often dancing. Both were athletic and acrobatic jivers, accomplished rock and roll dancers able to flip, flop and fly their female partners, hold them up in the air and send them scooting through their legs.

Richy was a good jiver and so was I. We used to go to all the hops, to the Rialto and the Cavern, and girls liked to dance with us because we could do it. We had denim suits and denim jackets so the lads and girls in the Cavern called us “the Binmen.” We had regular jiving partners and loved it. But we were seriously threatened in the Rialto one night. Some feller got stabbed in the face with a pair of scissors and I was told, “You and your mate are next.” We were out of there like a shot. We didn’t like that at all. That was me and Richy—out the door.

—Tune In (Ch. 7, July 15–Dec 15, 1957)

A jukebox pumped out records when the Hurricanes took a break and [Ringo] was easily the best jiver in the group, never short of a dance partner. Margaret Douglas, on holiday here from Liverpool, says, “Ringo was a brilliant rock ’n’ roll dancer. He knew all the moves.”26

—Tune In (Ch. 15, May 31–Aug 15, 1960)

#i can find no photos of 50s richie jive dancing and that is a shame #but i love this quote and needed an aesthetic post to bring it alive #ringo starr #richard starkey #none really show the big jive moves #which are crazy and incredible and a good partner is worth their weight in gold #ringo #i cheated with the middle twirl thats just stock #the rest are all ringo #dancing bugs #mia farrow #cilla black #astrid kitcherr #ringo stories #ringo appreciation post #prebugs #reading tune in #i love all the young ringo details #i really need to post more i dont see enough ringo posts on my dash #underrated how dangerous those dance halls got #that john scissor story from hambug gets a lot of play but all he did is chop up a dress #the teds are gouging peoples eyes out with them at dances when someone eyes their girl wrong i mean yikes