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c-nv-s07 · 10 months

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I've been on such a long streak of good media and now that I try watching a CW show its just bone crunching cringe. In other news, Deadloch is really really good and idk why more people aren't freaking out about it??? It's:

✅ Written by women

✅ Hilarious

✅ Got two female leads (with the best dynamic)

✅ Kate Box is in it (big win, she's so good)

✅ Queer women playing queer women on screen!!!

✅ (what more do you need) A serial killer!

✅ Pamela Rabe is also in it! (I mean their whole cast is spectacular, no complaints)

✅ Compelling and often unpredictable narrative with fun twists and turns.

#deadloch #kate box #madeleine sami #nina oyama #alicia gardiner #pamela rabe #wlw shows #lgbt #lesbian representation #dulcie collins #eddie redcliffe #margaret carruthers

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anguilliforme · 10 months

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absolutely amazing that in the end margaret carruthers wasn’t really involved in the main story drama. she was a racist shitccunt who was so caught up in the perceived glory of the carruthers colonialist history that she decided that adding more blood to the family legacy was preferred over returning land back to its traditional owners. she really just spent the entire show caught up in ensuring that every palawa person in the town was as disenfranchised or out of the way as possible while she played knockoff maggie beer. then she got bit by a tiger snake and died.

#deadloch #margaret carruthers

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skulandcrossbones · 5 months

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You'll thank me later. Think of the money as reimbursement.

#deadlochedit #deadloch #margaret carruthers #miranda hoskins #tammy hampson #originals #SHE'S SO FUNNY LMAO shoot your shot tammy

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enigma-the-mysterious · 10 months

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"Women kill to solve a problem"

Margaret killed her brother to prevent him from giving the island back to the indigenous people

#the FORESHADOWING #deadloch #deadloch spoilers #original post #not incorrect quotes #margaret carruthers #george carruthers

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ciderjacks · 5 months

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ok but holy shit the snake imagery in deadloch was so fucking GOOD IT WAS SO GOOD

(Spoilers for Deadloch ahead be warned if ur gonna watch it, I encourage you to scroll bc it’s really really good watching it unfold without spoilers)

Margaret Carruthers being represented as a snake (and as the devil at certain points but that’s less of the focus here) throughout the series was so SO good

Like we hear her say early on that the snakes have “taken over” the island (which is why she claims she won’t let anyone on it), then of course Fay and the kids refer to her and her family as Snakes

then as the story is building, the snakes stay a central theme within that storyline. No one can see the graveyard because it’s “been overrun with snakes”, which are an obvious parallel to her and her family colonizing the town. (It’s impossible to get rid of them, they make breeding with their cousins work, etc)

when Abbey is on the island too far up, she appears behind her and tells her not to go there “or else she’ll get bit”, in a really ominous threatening way, which makes sense because *spoiler warning* she fully killed her brother because he wanted to open up the island to the aboriginal people. It sounds like a threat because it is a threat. She is the snake. AND OF COURSE she then dies while trying to dig up her brothers body, because she (a white colonist) didn’t understand the land of wildlife enough to properly deal with the snakes, and so got bitten.

it’s so poetic and terrifying like there’s other stuff too I couldn’t describe all of it

She was also imo the scariest part of the show by far

#deadloch #colonialism #indigenous #Margaret carruthers #She’s genuinely maybe the scariest character in anything I’ve watched #Idk maybe just bc I’m indigenous myself but #I’ve met people like her #Everything about her is terrifying #The fucking crazed despising look in her eyes when she tries to shoot the aboriginal kids #The way she talks to Tammy #Her trying to sic abbey on Miranda and saying “a visit from police might help straighten her out” over Miranda being on the island #Her burning the letter Miranda gave her #The devil horns the snake imagery #LIKE ITS SO SCARY BECAUSE ITS SO SO REAL #Gaah I love this show too much it’s not good for my health to love a show this much #deadloch spoilers

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dearfandomdiary · 11 months

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Hello girlie, I come bearing a fic request.

Margaret × 20 something!reader (Margie likes younger women, it's canon <3) where is helping her plan everything for the Feastival. One evening after hours and houuuurs of planning, Margaret offers to open a bottle of wine and they get slightly inebriated which leads to some good old smut (May I request some thigh riding and praise kink?)

THANK YOU BYE LOVE YOU <3

Who Likes The Way I Am

Margaret Carruthers x fem!Reader

Author's note: WELL! This is not as much smut as you probably wanted bUT I DID WRITE THIS so it was going to be plot heavy hehe i hope you enjoy, babes <3 P.S: A Gif will be added later on, there simply are none rn and I need time to make one lmao

"Oh, my dear (Y/N), please stay. You have been working for me for almost a month now, and we have not once spent an evening together. I know nothing about you." Margaret requested, her smile turning into a pout. "Please? A glass of wine."

You swallowed. Ever since meeting Margaret, your stomach has made flips every time she smiled, or looked at you. She was like a safe haven without even trying.

So you kept your safe distance. You knew what would happen if you didn’t. You would stumble over your words, blush on every occasion, and most importantly, you would give yourself and your feelings away. You did not need or want that.

And yet, you were thinking about it. Margaret was right. She knew nothing about you, and you were her … assistant — they had never put a name to your position, so it felt the most fitting — so maybe it was necessary; maybe it needed to be done.

"Alright. One glass. And no more than half filled." You agreed with hesitancy.

Margaret's lips widened in a grand smile, her teeth showing as she did. "Oh, how wonderful!" she exclaimed and ushered you back into the living room.

You flinched slightly at the noise but walked inside, a small smile on her lips. Margaret's excitement was always quite sweet.

You suddenly realized it was already late. You have been at Margaret’s for almost 4 hours now. Far longer than you had planned on staying. It was definitely more than one glass of wine.

And yet, you couldn’t care less right now.

Margaret was retelling a story about how she had to completely remake the living room because of a broken table when you finished your glass.

"And then I told them, there is no way I would get a new table that didn’t match. So we either change the entire layout and furniture or— oh! Your glass is empty. Let me get another bottle. Actually, what do you want? Wine? Gin?"

Your mind stopped for a moment as you realised. Margaret was giving you an option. You wanted something completely different. You wanted her. All of her. It was terrifying.

"W—Wine is good." It was all you managed, but it was enough to cause Margaret to leap up with a grin.

You watched her walk over to the alcohol cabinet, your eyes glued to her behind.

"My eyes are up here, darling." Her voice caused you to snap out of your thoughts, and your cheeks flushed a dark red.

You hummed. "Sorry. Got lost. Thinking about the party..." The lie came easy.

Margaret’s eyes narrowed. "Mhh, sure." She sat back down, the open bottle in hand. "You know, I often think. Is there someone you’re interested in?"

"I am interested in my work!" you immediately shot up. "All my attention goes to my work."

"I know, (Y/N). I mean—" the older woman scooted closer, causing your eyes to widen. "Is there someone, a man or maybe a woman, you are interested in. Sexually."

Oh.

"Well. I— There’s— mh."

The blonde reached out, brushing a strand behind your ear. "Yes, darling?"

What were you supposed to say, or do? The truth? No. That would be ridiculous. The right thing but absolutely ridiculous. And yet.

You took the wine bottle and took a big sip. A shiver ran down your back at the bitterness. Your eyes locked with Margaret’s as you sat the bottle down.

She looked almost amused at you.

"There is … someone." you began slowly. Your eyes were fixed on Margaret’s brown ones. "Someone I like."

The phrasing was silly, something teenagers used when they were expressing their love. But that's what you felt like. A teenager in love.

"Really?" Margaret rasped. "And who's the lucky one?"

The distance between you and Margaret was closing in. You. It's you.

You didn't have the guts to say it. So, with all the fervour you could muster, you kissed her. Your hands flew up to her cheeks; an attempt to keep her ever so close.

The surprise was clear. She stiffened, and immediately you regretted it. What were you thinking? Kissing your boss while drunk. You would lose your job. This was your only source of income right now!

But then you felt it. Her hands on your waist pulled you closer. Her fingers curled in your blouse, tugging you onto her lap. Your legs spread and settled, pressing against hers.

The first kiss was clumsy. You didn’t know where to touch, what was appropriate, but Margaret quickly took the lead. The two of you separated for a moment, and you inhaled sharply.

"You are not off the hook that easily, darling." She rasped, and you swallowed audibly. It caused her to grin. You went in for another kiss but Margaret held up her finger, stopping you. "No, No. First you have to tell me."

You could barely stop the whine from escaping. "Margaret, please. Must I really? You know. I know that you know." Your fingers curled around the lapels of her blouse. "Please."

The blonde hummed but simply shook her head. "I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about." she argued, her grin barely contained.

This was torture. Sure, you had no idea what actual torture felt like, but this was it for you. The woman you had feelings for knew about them but wanted you — practically forced you — to voice them to her or else she wouldn’t progress with whatever this was.

You inhaled deeply before saying: "I like you." Your voice was quiet.

"Really? I like you too." she teased, and you narrowed your eyes at her words, which caused her to chuckle.

"I like like you. You are the one I have my eyes on."

"That is better." she mumbled as she leaned forward to kiss you. Your heart leapt in its place, threatening to stop from the excitement.

You tucked her closer by the lapels and placed a hand on her neck to keep her that close.

It truly was like a dream. Everything was just right.

Neither of you noticed when you started rocking your hips, far too engrossed in the motion of kissing. That was, until you pulled away to let out a moan. The noise caused you to hide your face on her shoulder.

"Oh god—" the words died in your throat. You were getting yourself off … on her thigh. Oh god, that was embarrassing.

But apparently, Margaret thought differently. One of her hands slid down to your hip to encourage the motion.

"That’s right, darling. You are doing very well. There is nothing to be embarrassed about." She whispered, her lips close to your ear.

Her words caused you to gasp. You looked up with flushed cheeks when it hit her.

"You have never done this before, have you?"

You stopped your rocking ( rather hesitantly if you were being honest ) and immediately shot back: "Of course, I have had sex before. I am not a virgin!"

Margaret cupped your cheeks to stop you from going anywhere. "I did not refer to that. I meant this. Making out, as the kids would say. Or even just foreplay."

You inhaled sharply. "No. Sex was always a means to an end. It’s not something I usually enjoy."

Dark brown eyes widened in something akin to shock. "Now, we definitely have to change that." Her lips curled into another of her absolutely breathtaking smiles, and if you had been standing, your knees would have wobbled.

You couldn’t even respond before she kissed you again, her hands coming down to your hips to encourage the back and forth movement of your hips. You gasped into the kiss, which the blonde took advantage of, and she slid her tongue into your mouth.

The rough material of your pants rubbed against your center—specifically, your clit — and you couldn’t stop the groan that fell between kisses.

Margaret set herself the goal of making you cum. No matter the time or effort it took. She let her lips wander; from your lips, to your cheeks, and down to your throat as she mouthed along your carotid artery. It sent a shiver through you and you tilted your head back.

Her hands were on your backside, keeping a tight grip to encourage your movements, and her lips were kissing — and biting — along your throat.

It was, quite frankly, embarrassing how quickly you reached your orgasm. She retreated from your neck and kissed you just behind your ear. "That’s right, darling. You are doing wonderful. Let go, (Y/N). You deserve it."

You hid your face in her shoulder as you came, a loud groan falling from your lips. Your entire body froze at the feeling of your first orgasm washing over you. And yet, her whispers of encouragement never stopped.

After a few moments, you pulled away. Your lips were puffy from kissing, and the flush extended down to your chest. "This was— good." you admitted, and it caused the older woman to smile.

"If you are up for it, there are a lot more things you might enjoy."

The eager nod made her laugh, and she ushered you off her lap. "You know where the bedroom is, darling. And lose the clothes."

A simple, sweet slap on your ass caused you to gasp, and you made your way towards the bedroom; excited to see what was to come, what she would show you.

Maybe sex could be more than just a necessity. Something you could actually enjoy.

#margaret carruthers x reader #margaret carruthers #deadloch #pamela rabe #wlw imagine

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authorsmortuary · 11 months

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Hide And Seek

Margaret Carruthers x Original Female Character

Summary: Margaret & Anya hide their relationship from the residents in Deadloch. They make out in pantries and hope to be discreet. They aren't as discreet as they think they are.

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Screenshots are by ScreenyGM on Twitter

#margaret carruthers #Deadloch #Pamela Rabe #Margaret Carruthers x OC #Margaret Carruthers x Reader

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spacelessbian · 9 months

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ngl for about half of an episode, maybe longer, I thought Margaret Carruthers was dating the mayor. someone made a rude comment about that and since Aleyna was just randomly popping in and out of Margaret's house (and since I didn't have a full picture of all the relationships in the show), my brain just accepted it, no questions asked

#i still think it would have been fun #deadloch #margaret carruthers #aleyna rahme

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buginateacup · 8 months

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I will forever love the Kate's and their lifelong dedication to saying "Fuck you Maggie Bier"

#deadloch #margaret carruthers #such a moment

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dead-loch · 9 months

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Wondering if anyone has insight on what would happen to 'Carruther's Island' now that Margaret is dead, and there doesn't seem to be any relatives, that we know of.

Being a wealthy woman from a wealthy family, I can't imagine she wouldn't have a will. On the other hand, I also can't imagine who she could have named as inheriting her family's wealth and stolen land.

She worked closely with Aleyna, yes, and made a big show of deferring to her (when Aleyna shows her the picture of her for the book, where she says she looks like a psychopath but then says the picture is fine), supporting her career, etc, however, when it came right down to it, Margaret only looked out for herself. It's clear she supported and groomed Aleyna as mayor so that she could pull the strings.

I need to know for fanfic reasons, and also for land back reasons.

#deadloch #Margaret carruthers #land back

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clancarruthers · 1 year

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ISOBEL - QUEEN CONSORT OF NORWAY-DRONNING AV NORGER-DE BRUCE - CLAN CARRUTHERS CCIS

Isobel (Queen Consort of Norway; dronning av Norge) de Bruce 1272–1358 BIRTH 1272 • Carrick bay, Dumfries and Galloway DEATH 13 APR 1358 • Bergen, Bergen, Hordaland, Norway CARRUTHERS ANCESTOR Isabel Bruce (Isabella de Brus or Isobail a Brus, or Isabella Robertsdotter Brus) (c. 1272–1358) was Queen of Norway as the wife of King Eric II. Isabel was born in Carrick, Scotland. Her…